I ca to my senses. For a mont, I was dazed, as if subrged in water, but the sight that unfolded before my eyes woke up completely.
While I was briefly unconscious, the world had turned quite strange. The Knight of Frost had sohow co down to the arena and was standing in my way, holding his blue sword, Frostblade, and the arena was either completely frozen or roughly torn apart. The chilly air brushed past .
'...What in the world.'
Frost, confirming my gaze, spoke.
"Are you awake?"
Before answering, I checked my own body first. My condition was still a complete ss. To the point where I couldn't understand how I was even standing. Furthermore, I was out of breath, as if I had been running around like a dog.
What is this? I thought I had fainted, but it turns out it was sleepwalking.
I caught my breath and looked at the sword in my hand. The sword was broken in half, but a crimson energy was sprouting from its tip, forming a complete sword. Was I holding a demon sword? The energy was so eerie that I threw the sword away without thinking.
"Whoa, that scared ."
Clang!
As soon as the sword left my hand, the strength drained from my entire body. And all the pain that had been held back rushed over belatedly.
"...!"
It hurt like hell. To the point where a groan escaped automatically. My legs trembled, and I slumped to the ground.
Only after seeing that did Frost sheathe Frostblade and let out a sigh. The white breath he exhaled scattered in the air.
I stared blankly at Frost and asked.
"...What happened?"
Frost asked.
"You don't rember?"
I nodded and admitted honestly.
"From a certain point on, no."
"I see."
Frost stared at blankly for a mont, then called out to soone.
"Sir Aron."
"Yes!"
Soone shot up from the wreckage of the broken arena.
Frost commanded him.
"Finish up. We need to treat Van Dyke."
"Understood!"
Aron, who had answered vigorously, limped and moved his feet diligently sowhere. He too seed to have been beaten up badly by soone, as there wasn't a single part of him that was unscathed.
'By the way... Van Dyke? Treatnt?'
Had Van Dyke been beaten by soone? Only then did I spot Van Dyke lying behind Frost. He was lying there with both arms cut off, and he was unconscious, not moving.
My eyes widened.
'To cut off both arms of that monster? Who on earth?'
When I considered the candidates, no one suitable ca to mind other than the ice knight in front of .
I rebuked Frost.
"I don't know what that man did wrong, but to cut off both his arms. Isn't that too much?"
Even for a cold-hearted ice knight, this was a bit much. To cut down a fellow Royal Knight so brutally, not just so stranger.
At that, our ice knight sir just stared at blankly with his usual expressionless face.
"...Are you joking?"
"Joking? Who jokes about soone's life?"
Frost strode over, bent down to stare into my eyes, and muttered.
"...You really don't rember, do you."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
In the anti, Aron, who had limped to the center of the arena, picked up the short staff that had fallen on the ground. Ahem. Aron cleared his throat and shouted into the staff.
...It's over?
At those words, cheers erupted from the frozen audience like wildfire.
—Waaaaaah!
I looked around with a dazed face. The circular arena was truly a crucible of excitent.
Aron continued to speak in an excited tone.
Sir Aron, covered in dust, chattered on as if he was so happy.
Aron chuckled and continued.
Aron wrapped the black cloth that had fallen on the ground around his own eyes and tilted his head.
I listened intently to his words. What on earth had happened?
He got up?
No...
"Sir Aron."
Frost's cold words cut off Aron's rambling.
Snapping back to his senses, Aron gave a hand signal to the First Prince's side. At that, the waiting dical team rushed over and collected Sir Van Dyke and his two arms.
"...."
Listening to Aron's words, I checked Frost's position and my current position.
"...Hmm."
From that perspective... it looked as if Frost had been shielding from Van Dyke. It seed the culprit who had cut off Van Dyke's arms was really .
It was hard to believe.
'...I cut off both arms of that monster? How? I shouldn't have had any strength left.'
It would have been close to impossible even in perfect condition. How on earth did I cut off both arms of that monster in this state?
Incredible things kept happening while I was unconscious. Last ti, I thought I had defeated one of the Eight Sword Masters, the Knight of Frost, and this ti, I cut off a Royal Knight's arms.
...What is happening to my body?
Frost ca closer and pried my eyes open with two fingers.
"...Your eyes are calr than before."
He examined the other eye and muttered.
"Still doesn't seem normal..."
"...Hey."
As I frowned, Frost muttered with a serious face.
"Was he never normal to begin with?"
"...."
I wanted to slap his hand away, but I couldn't even lift a finger. Like a puppet with its strings cut, I had no strength. Instead of a lake, a desert was spread out in my dantian. A desolate desert where not a single drop of internal energy could be found.
I watched Aron, who had handed over Van Dyke and was now chattering away happily.
"Did I hit that guy too?"
Frost nodded.
"He got hit while trying to stop you from charging at Van Dyke again."
"...Hmm."
"If the opponent hadn't been Aron, he would have surely died."
"...."
"He was like a demon. Was the thing he was holding a demon sword?"
"...?"
Was he joking? His expression was serious from beginning to end, so I couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious. Anyway, I guess I should take it to an that I had rampaged like soone possessed by a demon sword.
"Haa..."
A sigh escaped automatically. , a demon. It seems I had transford into a demon while wandering the night road. This was why the Heavenly Demon had nagged so much to be careful. To only realize it after going to the brink of Qi Deviation.
A bitter laugh escaped .
"Who was the one who ca out this ti? He seed different from the one I saw before."
Frost now seed to think of as a multiple personality case. There's soone else who fits that description, you know.
'...He's talking a lot today, this guy.'
I pondered Frost's question for a mont. But I didn't know either, so I couldn't give him a proper answer. More than that, I was curious since neither of them had seen fight. Co to think of it, the one who had witnessed both was right in front of .
"Then how do they compare?"
Frost thought for a mont, then answered like this.
"Compared to the one I t last ti... this one was of a lower class."
"Hmm."
Now that I looked, Frost was completely unscathed. I rember his calm deanor, like cold ice, when I ca to my senses. It seems dealing with him wasn't that difficult.
"If I had to compare, it was like his disobedient dog was throwing a tantrum."
"...."
I heard the Heavenly Demon's low laughter.
[A fitting example.]
As soon as I heard his voice, I realized. The voice that had been angry with while I was wandering the night road. It was the Heavenly Demon's voice.
"Master!"
"What?"
"Not you."
"...."
The Heavenly Demon chuckled lowly and answered.
[I have much to say... but let's postpone it. It seems we have a guest.]
"A guest?"
At that mont, I heard the rustling of leaves, and Shushruta landed next to .
She shouted at Frost.
"Go away! Knight of Frost!"
She looked like a cat with its fur on end, hissing.
(End of Chapter)
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