197: The Conqueror [2]
“Please step aside.”
Along with that line, a black rose blooms, as if denying the world, blossoming nobly.
This mont blesses the birth of a new pair of saplings while simultaneously heralding the approach of a calamity that will swallow a towering tree whole. Ulysses gazed at the young boy holding the black sword before him.
His face, which seed to have just reached adulthood, still looked youthful, and despite having grown, his physique remained sowhat small. Truthfully, his body structure wasn’t one that would typically show the makings of a remarkable knight, but the overwhelming force he now exuded was at least on par with that of a one level below grand duke demon.
The third form of the initial stage of the Supre Black Sword, [Black Blade Falling Petals]. This was an overwhelming sword technique that most people couldn’t even mimic. It required not only overwhelming mana but also the ability to wield it with precise, elegant movents. On top of that, it demanded a shockingly beautiful sword dance
Was this even possible? Yet, that thought didn’t linger.
‘…It seems Theo was hiding sothing too. And sothing far more astonishing than that old fool Celsus. This… could be dangerous.’
Ulysses couldn’t help but think that way.
It wasn’t just because she was intimidated by the young boy. Nox von Reinhaver had techniques that could make anyone tense, and this was a natural reaction born of instinctual animalistic senses.
In a way, her body was diligently warning her about Nox.
Dangerous. So, I must do my best to bring him down.
'Theo von Reinhaver, was he his successor?… No, He’s too young for that.’
Given that he wielded the black sword, he must undoubtedly be one of Theo’s sons.
But for a rightful successor, he still felt sowhat unripe. His face, his physique—both still incomplete, like a novice swordsman. Ulysses had no mory of ever seeing his face.
'If it were Theo’s rightful successor, wouldn’t it be Garen von Reinhaver? Perhaps sothing happened in between that caused a change.’
Although Ulysses had seen Garen before, the boy before him was clearly different.
From the aura he exuded to his appearance, his tone, and even his attire—everything was different. But these were all superficial elents. The biggest difference between this boy and Garen lay elsewhere.
“[Black Blade Falling Petals]… A clean, uncluttered sword. I t the eldest of the Reinhaver family, thinking he had talent, but I was disappointed. he was a complete fraud… Or was it intentionally hidden?”
Ulysses paused briefly before continuing.
“Who are you, young lamb of the Reinhaver family?”
“For soone who can’t tell whether I’m a lamb or a wolf, you’re speaking too lightly”
“Surprisingly, you have so manners.”
As the two exchanged words, their power struggle continued. To be precise, it was the clash between Paracelsus and Nox, their basic forms, against the [Heaven-Breaking Sword]. This was slowly forcing Ulysses’ body to retreat.
Even though she possesses the na of one of the three Sword Emperors, a genius, and a Bloodthirsty killer, facing two opponents was no easy task. Both of them were also born with the genius talent.
That’s why Paracelsus had waited for Nox. Even when he heard the news that Nox had suddenly disappeared, he alone, along with Zitri, remained completely unfazed.
'As expected, he’s on a different level. Nox von Reinhaver. To think he’d grow this much…’
After all, Nox doesn’t abandon the things he loves. As long as there’s soone here who still needs his help, he will never leave anyone behind. Though I don’t fully understand him, Nox was originally that kind of person.
Faintly, he might be a cunning scher who doesn’t fully reveal his true intentions, but the endings he creates are always better than the worst I could imagine. In terms of striving to go further, he was also naturally gifted.
I have no choice but to admit it.
I can’t forget what happened with Aeloi, and it’s etched into my heart, but labeling all nobles as arrogant and the countless misunderstandings that arise from there won’t make any better.
'Nox von Reinhaver is stronger than . He’s the closest to the Sword Emperor and has even defeated a Grand Duke. That’s why, as the old man said, I’ll target him. I’ll surpass you soday.’
Paracelsus.
Living up to the na his master gave him is sowhat gratifying, but Paracelsus knew well that it also ant losing sight of his own goals. That’s why he set his own goal and erected it like a wall in a corner of his heart.
Sowhere here, Aeloi’s na. Sowhere, Celsus’ na. And sowhere, Nox’s na will be engraved. Now, I have no choice but to admit it.
Nox von Reinhaver has beco the object of his admiration.
Paracelsus tightly gripped his sword and spoke.
“She’s an enemy I can’t defeat. You know that, right?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s why I’ll only open the path for you. Even so, the probability of success is low.”
“You’re quite good at using difficult words for a commoner.”
“Shut up. I’m not joking.”
Paracelsus spat out the words as if exhaling broken breath.
At the sa ti, a pool of blood fell to the ground with a plop, spreading in a circular pattern like a fireball, burning everything around it before exploding with a bang. Nox’s eyes narrowed.
'His mana backfired. Has he already succeeded in opening the middle dantian?’
Nox made his characteristic arrogant expression.
'But he’s already at his limit. He’s trying to sacrifice himself.’
Nox had already realized that this wasn’t the Paracelsus he knew, but he didn’t know what outco would arise from being so deeply involved in one person’s narrative.
As the thoughts continued, Paracelsus’ voice, which seed on the verge of breaking, continued. It was closer to a desperate plea. It wasn’t the voice of the young man who always showed strength, but rather like a dying warrior handing over his last belongings to his closest comrade before his death.
That’s why Nox was furious. I didn’t expect this from you.
“I didn’t know you were this powerless. Shut up and get up.”
“It’s the sa thing I told the old man.”
As Paracelsus focused his mind, a rose blood ssily. Its petals swayed and fell as he charged forward in a straight line toward the enemy, who had already created so distance.
Nox’s eyes narrowed.
“What are you doing! You…!!”
“I know——! I know how damn crazy I am, that’s why I’m running now, you idiot. So save them. I’m giving you the chance to beco a hero. Why do nobles like that?”
A black petal touched Paracelsus’ shoulder, crumbling and burning a circular area around his shoulder with mana flas. It was a scene best described as ignition. It was a starkly different scene from Ulysses dodging the attack and preparing for the next move.
“Co, young knight—!”
Ulysses, already filled with a competitive spirit, prepared to counterattack. In response, Paracelsus smiled faintly and took the second form of the Living Sword, [Salvation Sword].
Haa.
Finally, a long sigh escaped.
With this, Ulysses’ vision would be completely blocked. Although I don’t know what will happen to , honestly, I don’t care anymore.
The old man told to survive as long as possible, but well… I think it wouldn’t be so bad to die like this.
Still, I tried. Aeloi.
Just as Paracelsus’ sword was about to clash with Ulysses’ sword, a massive amount of mana was released from behind. The explosion roared past Paracelsus’ ears, and he had no choice but to move backward.
[Dark Spear].
A useful dark magic that Nox frequently used, it struck Ulysses directly. In fact, this attack would be aningless against Ulysses, who exerts overwhelming power over those who use magic.
This ant that Nox’s goal wasn’t her death but sothing else. Nox, who had sohow walked up to Paracelsus’ close range, began to speak in a slow, deliberate tone filled with aning.
“You can’t die here.”
“Ha, then you can? What are you doing now! We have to kill this crazy woman to survive. Isn’t that what you sir wanted?”
“Even if you’re a commoner, you have talent.”
“What?”
“I’m saying your life is too valuable to be sacrificed for sothing like this.”
Paracelsus didn’t respond imdiately. Nox continued.
“You were already fated to die here once. So, from now on, follow .”
After the [Dark Spear] dissipated, a woman erged from the dust-filled front, swinging her sword directly at Nox. Paracelsus, unable to react in ti, missed that mont, but Nox had been waiting for it all along.
“Did you ask what I am?”
Chaeae aeae aeng———!
With a rough explosion, Nox blocked the attack of the Sword Emperor.
The ground shattered, and Paracelsus, who had been standing nearby, was thrown to the ground. Nox, who had blocked the [Heaven-breaking Sword], faced Ulysses calmly, as if it were natural, and spoke.
“The disgrace of the Reinhaver family, Nox von Reinhaver.”
“That so-called ruffian, the youngest?”
“That’s right.”
As the two conversed, they constantly searched for each other’s weaknesses. Their swords, intertwined like snakes, seed to crave each other’s flesh, lashing out like tongues. The clash of the white sword and the pitch-black blade created a strange tension that captivated onlookers.
They continued their conversation.
“Ridiculous. There’s no way Theo wouldn’t have recognized your talent.”
“He didn’t. Though, it might be because of my stepmother that he had lived with his eyes closed.”
“Well, he doesn’t love his wife now.”
Ulysses narrowed her eyes and continued.
“The Night of Slaughter. It started from then. Theo von Reinhaver. Even he gradually weakened. Nox von Reinhaver… Sword Emperor, I, Ulysses, ask you.”
“What do you fight for?”
“That’s a ridiculous question.”
“A knight.”
She interrupted Nox’s words and continued.
“becos stronger when there’s sothing to protect. That’s why Theo weakened. After 'her’ death, he gradually beca weaker. But you’re strong now. So answer , Nox von Reinhaver.”
What are you fighting to protect?
This question caught the attention of Paracelsus and Leon, who were fighting behind.
Just as the other soldiers were being subdued and his comrades were returning, they encountered Nox. Eleanor and Christopher had also just arrived at the Sidus’ hall.
'Nox…!’
Thalia bit her lip. She instinctively knew that this was another situation she couldn’t save him from. That’s the intuition of a knight.
Sharp, and a wall that can only be overco by risking one’s own death. Her pitiful eyes turned toward Nox. Then, it beca a spark, and soon everyone’s eyes focused on one place.
Nox von Reinhaver.
In truth, Ulysses’ question was sothing everyone here had been wondering about. They had all received help from him, but they didn’t fully understand why. Why had he saved them?
It wasn’t as if they had done anything for Nox. So why had he done it?
But whether he knew their gazes were on him or not, Nox simply put strength into his black blade and held a faint smile.
Whether he could spit it out or not, whether it would be his last breath or not, Nox simply let out a breath and smiled.
For the first ti, a pure, innocent smile. After showing it, he took his stance.
“What I want to protect is……..”
The thing I loved so much.
“This world and.”
The ones who saved even in the face of death.
“A lot of comrades and.”
And…
“Myself.”
Shwaaat——!
[Black Blade Flash].
The most basic form of the Reinhaver family’s sword.
It was aid precisely at Ulysses, striking at none other than the Sword Emperor at close range.
But this ti, it was different. After a single exchange, the sword, which had been rising vertically, bent unnaturally and returned to Nox’s side, hanging at his waist.
Soon after, the sword, now tinged with purple, began to change form.
Ulysses’ brow furrowed.
“This… pure white…!”
Nox’s pitch-black blade had now turned pure white. The sword, based on the southern swordsmanship of Chader, gradually transford into a new form.
Moonlight Sword, the initial stage, third form.
[Moon Split].
Nox’s transford sword struck toward Ulysses, the legitimate successor of the [Heaven-Breaking Sword]. As if to say, Try to block this if you can. But at that mont, Ulysses could only think one thing.
'It’s dazzling. Perhaps…’
Even more than Esteban in the past.
The mont they clashed, Ulysses realized that even if she blocked this sword, she would be injured. In the end, the towering tree knelt before the two, no, one tender sapling.
Shwat——!
With a splatter, a fountain of blood erupted from Ulysses’ nape.
“You’ve… won. Another young knight.”
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