SSS-Rank Pervert: Reincarnated in the World of Summoners Chapter 56: Maniacal Laugh Before the Storm

My mind was still replaying mories with her.

I was a fool. A complete fool for not recognizing her from the very start.

I an which commoner or thief shows that level of elegance? That grace in every movent? That confidence that scread royalty?

And not only that, she had given a healing potion back in my town. A sign I completely ignored. No thief in their right mind would ever give away sothing that precious to a stranger.

Then I recalled Queen Aaliyah at the banquet. Those wrathful eyes boring into . Ready to have thrown into a dungeon.

But the mont she saw Freya standing nearby, her entire deanor changed suddenly. Shifted from murderous to calculating.

Again, I was ignorant.

The summon she possessed. The money she carried. The way she moved through noble circles. Everything had been a sign pointing to the truth.

And I missed every single one.

"Ha."

A single laugh escaped my lips.

"Haha."

It grew louder.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I threw my head back and laughed. Truly laughed. The kind of unhinged laughter that made people question whether you belonged in a ntal institution or a throne room.

The crowd murmured in confusion. So pointed. Others whispered.

Thalia looked at with genuine concern. "Eren, are you—"

"PRINCESS!" I spread my arms wide, still cackling like a madman. "The woman I accused of stealing! The woman I called a beggar and whatever insult ca to my mind!"

I wiped tears from my eyes. My stomach hurt from laughing.

"And she just stood there! Taking every insult like so kind of... of..."

I couldn’t even finish. The absurdity was simply too much to process.

Freya’s expression remained unreadable. Cold as always. But I caught sothing in her eyes. A flicker of amusent perhaps?

"Are you done?" Her voice was ice. "Or should I wait for your ntal breakdown to conclude before I crush you?"

I stopped laughing. t her gaze directly.

"You know what’s funny, Princess? You could have shut up at any mont. One word. One revelation. And I would have been in big trouble. Probably executed."

I tilted my head thoughtfully.

"But you didn’t. Which either ans you’re a masochist who was taking it all in, waiting for the perfect mont to strike and ruin . Like a lamb being fed before his end."

I smiled.

"Or you actually enjoyed our conversations. The real ones. Where titles didn’t matter. Let correct myself or you enjoyed my insulting side and maybe liked ."

I expected so blushing. So crack in that icy facade. But no she had perfect control over her emotions. Not a single twitch.

"Believe whatever delusions comfort you." She raised her hand dismissively. "They won’t save you from what’s coming now and after this match."

"Oh, I’m more scared than you know. Trust , if things weren’t like this, I would have shown you a different side of in this fight. But it’s too late now."

She had a grin. Dangerous. Predatory. "Seems like you’ve lost it. You don’t know what you’re saying."

"You’ll get it after the fight ends. But yeah, I’ve lost it—how could I not? If you had told you were a princess, I could have taken way more money from you on loan and bet them all today!"

Her face dropped from amusent to raging in a single second.

"You greedy bastard."

FWOOOOSH!

A summon materialized beside her. Golden armor gleaming. Presence overwhelming.

Ashen—the sa golden knight who had slaughtered those bandits in re seconds back in the forest. The one she had claid to be SS-rank.

Seeing that, Thalia responded imdiately. Both her summons materialized at her side—Lady Aerin floating gracefully, Leena readying her bow.

Beatrice did the sa. Three summons erged around her in rapid succession. A small army.

Taking that as my signal, I cracked my neck. Rolled my shoulders.

"ZENOS! MARCUS!"

Crimson and azure energy swirled violently as my two idiots materialized.

Marcus imdiately started flexing his muscles. "Finally! A stage worthy of my—"

"Shut up."

He shut up.

The announcer’s voice bood across the arena. "COMBATANTS READY?"

I didn’t waste ti. Quickly activated my Appraisal Sight. Ten seconds to gather everything.

First target my opponent directly in front. Beatrice.

She had three summons arrayed around her.

The first was clad entirely in black. Total black attire even his mask which covered his whole face was pitch dark. Only his silver eyes were visible, gleaming through the shadows like a predator stalking prey.

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SUMMON ANALYSIS

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Shadowstep Ninja — Rank B

Weapon: Twin short blades (ninjato)

Combat Style: Fast lee strikes,

close-range assassination,

hit-and-run tactics

Skill — [Shadow Blink]:

► Instantly teleport within

1 ter radius of current position

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Teleportation ability. Pain in the ass.

She could use both him and the numbers ga to attack directly. She wouldn’t care about minus points for attacking a summoner—I could see the rage burning in her eyes. The sa rage I had possessed a month ago when I had humbled the family.

Revenge. She wanted it badly.

I looked at the second one.

A tall warrior wearing light scale armor. Glowing blue runes were etched along his spear shaft, pulsing with energy.

His hair lifted constantly as if caught in a storm breeze, and sparks jumped between his fingers and weapon. The air around him crackled with static.

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SUMMON ANALYSIS

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Lightning Spear Lancer — Rank B

Weapon: Long spear charged with

lightning aura

Skill — [Lightning Release]:

► Every spear attack releases

lightning along the spear’s path

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Close and long range attacker combined. A decent squad so far.

Then my eyes fell on the third summon.

And my blood went cold.

The sa ugly old woman with the staff.

The one who had scared my cock back into hiding while I was fucking Aunt and Granny. That sudden appearance had traumatized for days.

Vespara.

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SUMMON ANALYSIS

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Vespara — Rank A (Potential S)

Weapon: Staff

Skills: Manipulates Dark Flas

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This museum piece was A-rank with S-rank potential. Combined with two B-ranks, this would be tough.

But not as tough as her.

I shifted my gaze to Freya. She was staring back with those cold eyes, waiting patiently for Thalia’s move. Completely confident. Completely calm.

I scanned her knight.

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SUMMON ANALYSIS

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Sword Saint Ashen — Rank SS

(Potential SSS)

Weapon: Legendary longsword

Combat Style: Peak classical

swordsmanship

Skill:

► Every sword technique perford

is automatically raised to its

absolute perfect form and

beyond human limits

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I stared at that last line.

Read it again.

And again.

’Every sword technique is automatically raised to absolute perfect form and beyond human limits.’

The fuck is that?