Overpowered Sword - Chapter 102

Overpowered Sword Chapter 102

Level up with swords (102)

‘It’s an unfortunate fate.’

Looking at Lian in frustration, Ellahan wondered for a moment whether the many similarities between the two men were really just a coincidence.

Leon and Lian.

In either case, it is spelled ‘LEON’ and is exactly one year early or late in the date of birth. The fact that they gathered together in one place and went through the process might have been the goddess’s arrangement.

So why?

‘He might have been a hero candidate…’

Ellahan was not only full of faith, but his brain as well as his body were exceptional. His intelligence was so extraordinary that he was able to come up with a guess that was close to the correct answer with just a few clues.

But Ellahan did not voice his guess.

The owner of the holy sword has already been decided.

Whether he was a candidate or not, he would never be able to become a warrior, and the goddess’s choice would definitely be right.

“I’ll just go now.”

When Lian did not move from the spot, Ellahan took the first step to get out of the way.

Since there was only one road, she naturally passed by Ryan. I glanced sideways at the broken-hearted young man with pitiful eyes and was about to go down the mountain.

“Please wait.”

Old knight Gilbert blocked her path.

“―Didn’t I tell you twice that I didn’t have one?”

Just because she was a saint, her nature was not always merciful.

Rather, there are many cases where she was purified because of the title of ‘saint’, and in fact, as the vice-leader of the Holy Knights, she has been at the forefront of exterminating heresy. Since the first saint, there has not been a single saint who devoted himself to the auxiliary and healing methods.

A merciless executioner.

Ellahan’s eyes glowed eerily, as if revealing his other side.

“Loyalty is not justice, and there is no indulgence given to those who do not know how to reflect.”

Light leaks out from under the loose robes.

The divine power rotates along the path engraved on the surface of the armor, increasing its power and surrounding the wearer. A literal walking fortress that is difficult to destroy even with an Auror Blade.

The ‘Sacris Moenia’ was activated.

Its fearsome function is not limited to defense. It increases the wearer’s physical abilities several times without any burden and also amplifies the innate sexual power of a saint to an immeasurable level. If we compare the combat power before and after the maneuver, it is at least three times more.

“Deus Lo Vult.”

As a bleak voice recited a prayer, a helmet popped out from inside the armor and covered silver hair.

A golden light shines out from beyond the mirror of the helmet.

Ellahan, who entered a fighting stance, raised both fists.

“I will judge Saint Ellahan for her blasphemies.”

Gilbert also could not stand unarmed in the face of that enormous presence. His body, trained as a warrior, suppressed his reason and moved his hand to pull up the hilt of the sword attached to his waist.

A bastard sword made of mithril alloy.

This sword, which had not lost a single tooth after being used for decades, was Gilbert’s demigod and martial partner.

“Huh…!”

Even though he held half of his body in his hands, the pressure pressing down on Gilbert’s body did not lessen. It was proof that the difference in skill between the two was not at a level that could be affected by the sword.

Still, he did not take a single step back.

From the moment I intercepted the saint, my resolve was already complete.

“please.”

Gilbert barely opened his mouth and begged in front of her.

“Please reconsider one more time.”

For the lord he chose to serve.

For the oath engraved on this sword and this body.

To save our country from disaster.

Even in the face of an overwhelming force, he was able to shout out loud without breaking his will.

“For the Empire! For the people suffering under the mad emperor! For the era of peace that will come afterward!”

Gilbert’s blood-curdling cry woke up the devastated Lian.

Not knowing how the situation was going, he looked at his subject’s back with bleary eyes.

How many times have I relied on that big, wide backrest?

Even when he was running away from Emperor Guang’s pursuing party and when he lost consciousness due to an attack by assassins. I have always leaned on that back to save my life and remind myself of the weight of what I carry.

“His Highness Lian is the most suitable person to be the warrior who guides the light of this world!”

Ellahan responded to that desperate cry.

“gibberish.”

A voice without any trace of warmth.

Ellahan glared at him with eyes as dull as metal and realized that ignorance could also be a sin.

he doesn’t know

Because they don’t know anything, they don’t feel ashamed and are confident.

“While you were just waiting for the day of the oracle, the hero saved countless people with an unsealed holy sword.”

Just because he’s a hero doesn’t mean he’s immortal.

An imperfect holy sword is just a well-made weapon.

A person who went out into the world without anyone’s help and prioritized the lives of others over his own wealth and fame.

Those actions were the proof and qualifications of a warrior.

“For me, the only hero is Leon.”

The man she chose to serve was such a hero.

“I stand here on behalf of all the lives saved by him.”

That’s why I can’t forgive.

“――Condemnation.”

With a single declaration of war, Ellahan moved.

Full plate mail.

Even though it was wearing armor weighing over 20 kg, its movements were like a gale, far exceeding Gilbert’s visual acuity.

There is no need to use tricks.

Rush at full speed and give a short punch with your fist.

Kwaaaang!

Gilbert blocked the blow with his sword and bounced away.

If it weren’t for the intuition developed through long experience and the blood vessels that were well-cleaned through consistent training, it would have ended in one blow.

The blood that he could not swallow all flowed down the corner of his mouth, staining the old knight’s beard red. The Bastard Sword was also dented from its midpoint, raising doubts about the durability of the mithril alloy.

‘No, this saintess is too strong.’

Gilbert knew.

Sword Master.

Strong people who have surpassed the human frame. Having once experienced a fragment of that transcendent power, I was able to recognize that the saint was a monster no less inferior to them.

There is no chance of winning. He will die miserably here.

‘I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I wanted to see the moment you ascended to the throne.’

My eyes and mind, which had been clouded by blindness, crossed the line.

The moment he realized his mistake, Gilbert’s cloudy eyes became clear and light came to the place where he had wandered for decades.

It was a moment of enlightenment.

A fleeting chance of becoming a sword master.

“dare.”

Ellahan thrust his hand in as if waiting for that moment.

Sigh!

The hand that pierced the breastplate like a piece of paper dug into the chest and protruded from behind the back. As several ribs break, excruciating pain spreads throughout the body.

Needless to say, it is a fatal wound.

Gilbert, who missed the moment of realization, opened his eyes wide, trembled, and then fell limp as if he had fainted.

“Just as water cannot be picked up once it is spilled, responsibility must follow for mistakes.”

said Ellahan, pulling his hand from his torso.

“It is good that he regretted his mistake, even if it was late, but he should not accept the result without even a word of apology.”

It was that moment.

“Gilveroooooooooo!”

Seeing the death of the loyalist, Lian drew his sword and attacked.

He was the person who had taken care of him for longer than his father.

The anger boiling inside him burned away the frustration that was covering his eyes and he glared at the saint inside the helmet with all his might.

Keying.

A sword burning with transparent aura runs forward.

〈Aura Sword〉 with the attribute of ‘light’.

The sword, which was equipped with the Clyde Imperial Arcane Swordsmanship, even evaded the afterimage and accelerated to create several illusions and aimed at Ellahan’s four vital points.

I climbed over the wall with anger rising to the top of my head. Without even having time to feel the sense of accomplishment, Lian swung his sword at full speed.

Okay!

The sword that was thrown out like that shattered.

“Illusionary swords do not work against opponents of a higher level than you. “The speed was pretty good, but maybe because I was blinded by anger, the trajectory was very honest.”

“…shut up!”

“yes?”

Surrounded by uncontrollable anger and helplessness, Lian cried out while clutching the hilt of his broken sword.

“You claim to be the staff of the goddess, but you trample on my life without any hesitation! A murderer like you can’t be a saint! Even though Gilbert was the first to commit rudeness, shouldn’t his master be held responsible for the sins committed by his vassals?”

I lost someone who was like my stepfather.

If he had come to his senses a little sooner, he might have been able to stop it. The feeling of self-reproach for not being able to do so and the anger toward the saint who murdered Gilbert suppressed what little reason was left in him.

But Ellahan looked sour at those words.

“Don’t be mistaken.”

She said, pointing to Gilbert, who was lying on the ground.

“Take a good look. “Because he’s alive and well.”

“What nonsense…! “What?!”

Only then did Lian’s eyes widen when she saw Gilbert again. The hole in the middle of the chest was completely filled, and only a few traces of spilled blood remained, but breathing seemed to be no problem.

It was ridiculous.

Ellahan looked down at Lian, who had a dazed expression at the situation that went beyond common sense, as if he were pitiful.

“There is mercy for those who repent of their sins. “This is one of the phrases recorded in the Goddess Church Biography.”

Her battle stance was lifted, her helmet lifted, the light flowing over her armor faded, and her silver hair flowed down. The sight of him not shedding a single drop of sweat was truly impressive.

If Gilbert had not regretted his mistake until the end, Ellahan would not have healed him.

However, it was not until the end of his life that he reflected.

As a saint, I had no choice but to give her one chance.

“Reflection means repenting one’s sins. You shouldn’t expect something in return for something you deserve. I was just following that logic when I stopped at the moment of enlightenment. “You shouldn’t feel unfair.”

Ellahan proudly opened his chest without any remorse.

And I looked at Lian, who was confused by the anger and self-reproach that had started to return to me, and the frustration that had begun to return.

A guidepost for those who are lost.

She thought of another phrase from the Goddess Battle and opened her mouth.

“Prince Lian.”

Lian’s eyes moved as if drawn to the call.

“If you had to choose between the two positions of emperor and warrior of the Clyde Empire, which would you choose?”

“That…”

It was a question I had never thought about before.

The moment Lian hesitated for a moment, Ellahan did not wait any longer and asked the next question.

―What if Clyde is the source of evil threatening this world?

―Can you not make any difference between imperial citizens and other people?

―What if there are more things to prioritize than regaining the throne?

Ryan couldn’t answer any questions.

Realizing his own contradiction, he narrowed his eyes, but Ellahan said with an expression that said he knew that.

“Do you know why you are unfit to be a hero?”

Silent affirmation.

Ellahan’s sermon flowed into the silent ears of Lian.

“Even the Clyde Empire is only a small part of this world. A warrior is someone who guides the light and saves the world. Can someone who is obsessed with borders and status carry out that great work?”

“….”

“It would certainly be a good thing to regain the throne lost from the tyrant and to achieve a peaceful era for the empire afterwards. however.”

She declared as she turned her back on her two masters and servants.

“That’s not something a warrior would do.”

With those last words, Ellahan left the clearing.

Rustle rustle.

The sound of overgrown weeds crushing. Soon enough, I could no longer hear that noise.

The two of them were left alone in the vacant lot behind the academy.

Gilbert is unconscious and lying down, and Lian is in deep thought.

No one could yet know what changes this chance meeting would bring.