He wasnât going to let his guard down just because he was facing a child.
Inside the body of a small child, on the tongue of a slender woman, a devil could be lurking.
This meticulous way of thinking was the ironclad principle behind White crow knights.
Arwen felt an arrogant vibe from the way the boy was standing relaxingly in front of him.
An extraterrestrial feeling was emanating as if he really didnât belong in this world.
âA devilâs child for sure.â
At Arwenâs confident tone, Juan bursted laughing.
âWhen I heard that you Paladins are swords that guard the emperor, I had high expectations but it looks like you guys are no differentâŠ.. Itâs an important role, so you would think theyâd have looked for smarter people than..âŠ..you. Man what are they doing. Hey you. Iâll give you a special name, How about, âCrabshellâ[1].â
Arwen face twitched at Juanâs ridicule.
When he was wearing his Paladin armor, except for his holy knight order, no one had the audacity to behave like that in front of him.
Even the countryside nobles chose their words carefully around him.
From the conversation just passed, it didnât look as if he didnât know what his armor signified.
ââŠ..Either your eyes are blind or youâve gone mad .â
âWhy donât you have a guess and pick one, Crabshell.â
Instead of replying, Arwen started to walk towards Juan. Each step thudded heavily as if it would get stuck in mud, but surprisingly his steps seemed light and agile.
Carrying a thick heavy shield, he looked like a moving tower, like a Golem.
But while the man in front of him was rock hard and sturdy like a Golem, there was a difference.
Juan couldnât beat the Golem. Heâd managed to control it by getting to the relic on top of its head. If he had to destroy the Golem, Juan would have given up from the start.
And the Paladins, they had the same defensive sturdiness as a Golem but they were also bestowed the emperorâs âgraceâ in addition.
âHow do I rip the shell off this crab.â
Juan was swinging his dagger in circles as he looked on at the approaching Arwen.
âIf youâre not going to guess, Iâll make you blind and go mad.â
Juan ran at Arwen. He found himself stopped against Arwenâs shield as he stepped into the muddy pool between them.
Clang! Juanâs body flew into the air. He was a little taken back.
Heâd tried to attack underneath Arwenâs shield, his black spot.
However, Arwen had not only stopped him but sent him flying back.
Meanwhile, Arwen had also been surprised. He had anticipated that Juan wouldnât be an easy opponent, but his movements were better than heâd expected.
If not for his âgracedâ shield, he wouldnât have been able to stop Juanâs attack.
Once Juan fell back onto the ground, Arwen swung his Mallet at him.
A big block of metal that a normal person wouldnât even be able to lift, was coming straight at Juan.
Juan turned his body and managed to just dodge the attack. His grey cloak was caught in the swing but like a fog it gently slipped.
âYou bastard, what sort of dark magic are you using!â
âWhat are you talking about? Idiot.â
The moment Juan had his foot back on the ground, he set off towards Arwen once again. As if Arwen had expected this, he lifted his shield.
Instead of going right at him, Juan flew towards Arwenâs left.
âBlink.â
In a straight line, Taltereâs dagger fired towards Arwenâs helmet.
At the sudden change in direction, Arwen panicked for a moment but swiftly lifted his shield in time to deflect Juan away.
Because of this, Juan only managed to slam the top of his helmet instead of stabbing Arwen through his helmet.
âKeu-uk.â
Arwen wobbled from receiving the impact on his head. It was an opening for Juan, but heâd just been deflected back with Arwenâs shield so he couldnât use the situation to his advantage..
Arwen repostured his helmet and swung his mallet once more. The swing missed by inches as Juan dived into the mud.
âWhat is thisâŠâŠ? You bloodless heathen!â
âAh, trying to remove your shell is quite difficult, Crabshell.â
âYou ill mannered bastard!â
Arwenâs head filled with anger.
Till now, heâd not once been smacked around, especially his head.
If his shield or armor was scratched, he lay vengeance by literally crushing the perpetratorâs body flat. However, he didnât know what sort of consequences were appropriate for this new kind of rudeness heâd experienced.
âMy body, my armor, my weapon were all bestowed to me by the emperor and been âgracedâ! Itâs something you shouldnât even think about claiming.â
Shouting with a deep voice Arwen ran at Juan.
Juan dodged Arwenâs bone crushing strike to the side. Juanâs body swayed from the wind that was created from the swing.
The heavy impact of the swing shaked the whole village as it slammed the ground.
Hearing the commotion, few villagers and guards came and surrounded them. However, no one dared approach.
They would become big pieces of meat, with one swing from Arwen.
âIâll be dead if I get hit once by that.â
It wasnât a good idea to stop it with Taltereâs dagger. The force would pummel him into the ground.
Arwenâs attack patterns were heavy and destructive, and he used his shield perfectly to cover for any openings after his swings.
Juan acknowledged Arwen was a difficult enemy to face. Dodging his swings continually wasnât a good idea as eventually one might land, Juan thought.
Juan didnât even get a chance to properly catch his breath as the fight continued on.
As Arwen tirelessly swung his gigantic shield and weapon, Juan barely managed to keep him in bay. Arwenâs swings were getting faster each strike.
âYou slippery rat!â
Juan saw a flash of light appear where Arwen had slammed his mallet. Looking closely, Juan noticed Arwenâs body was slightly glowing.
A familiar mana scent.
âSo thatâs the emperorâs âgraceâ huhâŠ.â
Arwenâs base skills were subpar.
While he was better than an average Blue rose knight he was worse than Sina.
However, the âgraceâ flowing out from his item was making him profoundly faster and stronger.
Beating him looked difficult, especially when Taltereâs dagger hadnât yet been enhanced.
If Sina and he fought one on one, it would end in Sinaâs defeat.
The Paladinâs items were that powerful.
In a straight confrontation he couldnât think of a way to defeat Arwen in his current state.
Juan thought Paladins being big and heavy would be dimwitted, but this wasnât to be. If heâd kept dodging, Juan thought he might tire first but the Paladin didnât show any signs of tiring.
Attack, defence, stamina. Everything was first rate.
His skills were lacking but it didnât matter.
Juan came to realize why the church favoured faithfulness and loyalty above being talented.
âHowever, you still disappoint me.â
For efficiencyâs sake, he was better off using the Golems instead. The Golems he designed up in the far north during the war were much more powerful and capable.
He didnât see the need to enhance and strengthen humans like this.
âHow dare you!â
During Juanâs muttering, Arwen bellowed. He had felt Juan was looking down at him.
In truth, Juan had depleted his energy so he was recouping his strength, but Arwen hadnât noticed.
Arwen was feeling a sense of doubt.
âHe was using Valte swordsmanship.â
Every knight in the empire learnt Valte swordsmanship, but the way it was applied in battle differently by everyone. He could tell, Juan had mastered the swordsmanship to a level close to royal guards.
This was simply just not possible.
A boy from beyond the border knowing Valte swordsmanship to a extremely high level.
He could already imagine a scene where his peers are laughing at him.
Hadnât earnt but instead forcefully placed as a paladin into the holy knight order. And defeated by a little child.
Arwenâs White crow order was one of the weaker skilled knight orders in the empire.
A position of a Paladin and emperorâs âgraceâ couldnât be attained with just hard work and talent, it was a realm only the top geniuses could reach.
For a long time now, the large gap between him and his fellow Paladins had made Arwen feel a sense of inferiority.
In truth, his decision to work in the area of heretical interrogation was entirely down to his feeling of inferiority compared to other Paladins. He wanted to escape these thoughts.
And to instead feel happiness in killing the weak and feel justified for doing under the emperorâs name.
The everso arrogant Paladin Arwen felt Juan had scratched his ego. Unable to control anymore, the deep inner feeling of his inferiority overflowed.
It felt as if he could hear his colleagues laughing at him.
âI AM! Iâm the emperorâs fist!â
Arwen roared deeply.
Juan suddenly felt uneasiness with Arwenâs spirit. The lights surrounding his body turned red.
Then, the light burned upwards in flames.
âFeel the emperorâs innocent anger, the spear of wrath!â
At Arwenâs roar, the lights on his armor converged onto his mallet. Light condensation. It was similar to what Sina had shown him.
Juan sensed danger. He used blink to quickly pull back, but the light from Arwenâs mallet was quicker.
Everything lit up before his eyes.
A lighting spear from Arwenâs mallet sped across and penetrated Juanâs body.
There was nothing Juan could do. Like lighting, the Spear of wrath continued to pass through anything and finally struck the outer walls of the village. The wall made of rocks crumbled. A giant gaping hole was there for all to see.
From everywhere, screams began to sound.
Everywhere the lighting strike had passed through lit up in flames.
Arwen made a murderous grin and approached Juan.
âFoolish bastard. Did you really think your pathetic tricks could defeat me, a Paladin serving the great emperor?â
Juanâs body didnât even twitch. It looked certain that he had met his end.
No blood could be seen on him but Arwen didnât think too much of this. Spear of wrath burned and almost disintegrated everything in its path. Injuries would be smoldened, so Arwen thought it was natural to not see any blood.
âWith âgraceâ Iâm protected, with âgraceâ I move freely. I am the emperorâs sword itself!â
For Arwen it had been discomforting seeing a boy use âgraceâ but as heâd given him the ultimate punishment, he didnât ponder on this topic.
âIâll make sure to finely grind then burn your corpse. And feed the remains to the pigs.â
ââŠâŠâŠ.you.â
Hearing Juanâs voice, Arwen had a look of disbelief.
There was not a single person that survived his strike when heâd used âgraceâ. This âgraceâ was powerful enough to tore apart walls of a castle.
Even other Paladins would be dead if they met the strike head on.
Only with a more powerful defensive âgracedâ item, it could be matched.
ââŠâŠ..Youâre way of speaking makes me want to puke.â
Juan slowly got up.
With wide goggling eyes, Arwen stared not knowing what to say.
Just like when they first met at the plaza, Juan was standing smuggly while he looked at Arwen.
His clothes were burnt in a circular shape but no injuries were found on his body.
âSo thatâs what the church teaches you instead of training? How to speak like that? Sina spoke somewhat similarly as well.â
âYou, you heretic! I donât know what you did but you dare stop the emperorâs miracle?â
âThis emperor of yours if a little lacklusterâŠ.. no?â
Juan chuckled as he walked towards Arwen. Without realising Arwen had instinctively backed off. He couldnât believe what his body had instinctively done.
I retreated in the face of an enemy? An apostate?
Looking on, Juan made a cold expression.
âDid you just back away from me?â
âAughh ahhhh!â
Arwen gathered his âgraceâ one more time. The light glowing all over his body converged on the tip of his mallet. A desperate shout bellowed as Arwen made his swing.
âDi, die! Heretic bastard!â
Once more, the spear of wrath swept through Juanâs body.
The spear of wrath had destroyed castle walls, penetrated creatures and had made quick work of previous apostates, turning them into ash. And Arwen was certain that his weapon could make Juan into a skewer.
Arwen wanted to fully believe this. But no, a small doubt again creeped and blossomed inside his head.
Kwang!
The spear of wrath passed through Juan and smited the stone wall behind.
But Juan was still standing on the same spot, like a ghost.
âAgain?â
Upon seeing this sight, Arwen completely lost his fighting spirit. The fact heâd driven Juan back till now was an afterthought.
Arwen assumed Juan was dodging in order to taunt and deceive him.
An enemy that the emperorâs âgraceâ has no effect on.
Arwen felt the pillars that held up his giant arrogant ego crumble.
The emperor is the center of the world and the form of justice. And he was an agent of this emperor.
Night after a slaughter, he would dream of becoming one.
However, an opponent appeared that even his âgraceâ couldnât conquer.
âAughh ahhhh!â
Arwen tossed his mallet and shield, and ran, turning his back on Juan.
Juan was waiting in anticipation, looking forward to seeing how Arwen would respond, but was left dumbfounded at what transpired.
He wanted to question Anya, âPaladins would die rather than have their equipment stolen?â.
But before that, Juanâs head swelled in anger.
âYou little bitch!â
[1] â Literally the shell on the back of a crab.
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