Marco blankly stared as his holy sword bestowed with grace broke in front of his eyes.
As it broke, a piece scraped past and cut one of his eyes but he still couldnât take his eyes away from what had happened.
A holy sword never broke.
It had never happened, since the eternal rule. Not even once.
Marco finally then realised during the fierce battle, Juan had been concentrating his attacks on one area on his sword.
His out of context messy attacks had in fact a purpose behind it.
Like droplets piercing through a rock.
The moment Marco lost his balance in shock, Juan swung his dagger to end him.
But at that moment, Beltre unleashed his sword. Juan, whoâd been focused on his battle with Marco, failed to avoid it which resulted in his cape being cut.
Upon missing the opportunity to wound Juan, Beltre frowned at seeing a black substance flow out from above Juanâs shoulder.
It was no ordinary cape.
It was radiating a creepy, filthy aura. Meanwhile, Juan tumbled his body away to get out of reach of the Paladin knights.
âBrother Marco, you alright?â
Beltre didnât particularly like the disobedient Marco but still, he was a valuable asset of his order.
Marco was still silently looking down at his broken sword as if it shocked him more than heâd expected. Beltre was surprised at how easily Marco had been beaten.
âI did have my suspicions. And all is well, now theyâve been confirmed.â
He was definitely the demon that the Pope had instructed him to exterminate. Beltre who was initially lifeless from accepting this dishonorable mission, now found a new will burn inside him.
Upon signaling with his green flag, the other Paladins promptly surrounded Juan.
Though Juan looked very tired, it looked as though he had plenty left to continue fighting.
âAre we going at it again?â
âExcellent skills Iâll admit. Though I didnât get to see it properlyâŠâŠâŠIâm going to guess that itâs Valte swordsmanship? 4th stage?â
âWell, itâs my first time stretching it this far. Hard to say which stage that was at. Lets just say I gave it a quick swing.â
Though heâd already used stage 4 ability âSea of fogâ, he didnât need to elaborate on that point.
And plus, the swordsmanship heâd just shown focused the importance on use the most minimum movements required.
Which was a product of just stage 3 Valte swordsmanship.
In the first place, Marcoâs speed was his only trait to be aware of, as his swordsmanship was disappointing to say the least. There wasnât a need for Juan to pull out all of his tricks.
However, Juan simply wanted to rub their arrogant noses into the ground.
While Beltre wasnât sure, his feet and the way he handled his sword made him judge that Juan was for certain a master of Valte swordsmanship.
Able to use the high rank grace ability âblinkâ and well versed in Valte swordsmanshipâŠâŠâŠ Beltre understood why the Pope was so eager to kill his person.
âA traitorâs child or their discipleâŠâŠ. Anyways heâs evil whichever way you look at it.â
âKeeeuukâŠâŠ.. You, you little shitâŠâŠ..â
After coming back from his shock, Marco gritted his teeth and stood back up.
Beltre frowned at Marcoâs attitude, as he had his eyes firmly on Juan and largely ignoring him.
âBack off, brother Marco. Heâs not your match. This bastard has been well trained.â
âBrother Beltre nim! For 10 years Iâve trained, breaking bones and shedding skin while doing so. 10 years! If weâre talking about how long Iâve trained my swordsmanship, itâs over 20 years. And you still think Iâm beneath this brat?â
âYes.â
Beltre answered sternly.
âYou think he can reach that speed because he can simply swing his sword fast? No. Human joints, acceleration, air resistanceâŠ..there are multitude of factors that one must consider.. Every last cell inside this person is imprinted and set to move at high speed. Thatâs why heâs able to reach speeds that can match blink.â
It could be said that this could be another trick of Valte swordsmanship. While Valte swordsmanship was considered as the core swordsmanship in the empire, there was only a handful who mastered its limits.
And it seemed, this teenager hadnât just brainlessly trained, but was well versed in practical skills and how to respond. At once, Beltre knew he was dealing with someone more than what he was seeing with his eyes..
âBullshit. Hey! Someone lend me their sword! Once more and IâllâŠâŠâ
Marco wasnât easily convinced.
Beltre sighed. Did Marco truly not understand the meaning of being able to strike a sword at the same spot with a mere dagger.
On par, no, if this person had half the physical strength of Marco, he wouldâve already had Marcoâs head in his hand.
âCalm down.â
âPlease give me a chance to redeeâŠâŠ..â
âI ordered you to calm down.â
The green flag slightly shook. Marcoâs green snake like eyes suddenly turned back into a normal humanâs eyes. Marco realised what had happened to his body.
âThi, this isâŠâŠ..â
âIâve judged that youâre no longer useful anymore Marco. By the authority given to me, I now relieve you of your âsnakeâ. You will need to earn it back if you want to retrieve it.â
âBrother Beltre nim!â
Marco cried out in despair but Beltre turned a blind eye. Beltreâs eyes fixed themselves back onto Juan.
âI didnât expect anything like this. Who are you really. Am I really dealing with a demon or something?â
âYou wouldnât believe even if I told you.â
Beltre stood his spear of wrath straight upon noticing how his knights were a moment from charging in. Juan wore a sneer on his face as he continued the conversation.
âIâm curious to what sort of guesses you have in your head. One of the 4 knight orders from the days of the emperor? A hidden emperorâs child? Or one of the apostates turned young after making a deal with the devil? Imagining one of these?â
A few Paladins made an agitated look upon hearing Juanâs words. It appeared as if some were actually imagining this.
Juan flashed a grin as he looked up at Beltre.
âOr better yet, are you aware? Of a certain rumour? That I could be the emperor himself?â
âEnough!â
Beltre lifted his green flag as if he was going to slam it down.
As Juan was about to jump towards Beltre, inside his visor, a set of pupils turned green and ripped vertically.
An aura far more menacing than Marco was emitting from Beltre.
But then, an air cutting sound whizzed between Beltre and Juan. Beltre quickly swung his flag pole and hit the arrow away.
The iron flagpole was still vibrating from the shock left from stopping the arrow. Green pupils flashed and turned around.
Swallen already had her second arrow aimed at him.
âYou dare!â
âStep away. Mr Paladin knight.â
Beltre who saw Swallenâs smiling eyes felt as if heâd already been pierced between his eyes by her arrow. The Paladins made their way and surrounded Swallen.
Swallen didnât move an inch.
âDonât put your nose where it doesnât belong, mercenary! You should know what it means to aim your weapon at a Paladin!â
âYouâre the one who put your nose where it doesnât belong in the first place. Try to understand what it would mean to not have a hole between your eyes. Iâm saying that Iâll let you live if you donât do anything stupid.â
âYou really think it could penetrate a Paladinâs armor? Maybe you think you can hit us because we donât have shields, but what I just snapped away was a flimsy stone not an arrow.â
âOnly because I wanted you to hit it away. The gap on a visor is plenty big enough for me, Mr Paladin. Youâre welcome if you want me to confirm that.â
Beltre glared at Swallen. The bow in Swallenâs hand certainly didnât look like any ordinary bow.
The arrow that Beltre had just obstructed had a destructive force behind which left his hand numb.
But still, there was no changing that with one flick of his hand, his knights would turn Swallen into dust.
Beltre decided on talking this out for now. His eyes turned back to his normal colour once he shook his flag.
âHeâs not someone worth protecting.â
âWho said 10,000 gold leaves isnât worth protecting? Are all Paladins that rich?â
ââŠâŠâŠ..10,000 gold leaves! Are you really protecting him just for that? Lower your bow immediately and Iâll make sure you get your reward.â
âHmmmâŠ.? That doesnât sound bad.â
Swallen nonchalantly continued to talk.
âBut, unfortunately not. 10,000 leaves is the commission fee that was promised after I got that young master to his destination. Itâs not in the nature of a mercenary to be awarded without fulfilling the terms. So why donât we all get going now that weâve had a breather?â
While Beltre was left baffled by listening to her strange talk, Juan was already on the move.
Juan who had plenty to rest, had better things to do than listen to Beltre and Swallenâs conversation.
From beneath Beltreâs chin, a dagger rushed up. Beltre, whoâd noticed Juanâs movement late, did his best to dodge away.
But Juan wasnât aiming for his throat. Juan cut through the string holding Betlreâs saddle in place.
Having lost his balance, as Beltre was about to fall, Juan went for his neck. But then, in a flash Juan saw his eyes light up as it turned green.
No.
Juan narrowly stopped himself. He wasnât going to kill him today..
Not because he was scared or smelled death, but felt something else. Some evil grudge or malice that was lurking beneath.
Instead of cutting Beltre, Juan pulled him off and jumped onto his horse. Beltre who was expecting to be cut at that moment toppled down with a confused look.
âGet going, 10,000 leaves!â
A Paladin rushed at Swallen from behind. As if sheâd expected this, she turned her bow and let loose on the Paladinâs face.
Though it was blocked by a protective shield, the arrow had enough force to blow the Paladin off his horse before shattering into pieces.
Juan rode Beltreâs horse forward straight at Swallen. But the Paladins got in between them. Juan inhaled deeply and shouted out loud.
âHalt!â
Using just enough power so that it wouldnât strain him, Juan roared with a slight touch of the emperorâs voice.
The Paladins faltered on the spot, confused to why they were unable to move. They couldnât understand why they were having these reactions to his voice.
While they were meandering in puzzlement, Juan rushed towards Swallen. No signal required, Swallen quickly got on top of Juanâs horse.
âGrab on!â
Beltreâs eyes turned deep green simultaneously as he swung his flag.
Swallen slowly stood up at feeling an unnerving energy from him.
The other Paladin knights couldnât believe what they were seeing. Standing up on top of a horse? To add to their surprise, Swallen tucked an arrow into her bow and aimed at Beltre.
Impossible.
Finding balance on a galloping horseâŠâŠ To even stand would require the very attention of every nerve in your body.
But to find the concentration to aim a bow, focus and shootâŠ.. The Paladins were shaking their heads, but the arrow had already left.
And before Beltre could notice, the arrow landed inside the gap on his visor. Beltre toppled onto his back.
âI shot so that your armor wouldnât break so donât get too mad!â
Swallen waved her hands as she gradually disappeared. The Paladins were unsure whether to follow them or look after Beltre. It was the first time the commander and the vice commander both fell in battle.
Then, Beltre wiggled up.
âDonât need to give chase.â
âBrother Beltre nim! Are you alright?â
âDonât worry. Itâs not a big wound.â
Beltre ripped out the arrow from his eye. His eyeball was destroyed but the arrow wasnât pierced deep due it hitting his visor before on the way through. With a bit of healing âgraceâ, he would fully recover before long.
Beltre didnât care about his eye being destroyed. What angered him was that heâd let the traitor get away due to him showing mercy. He snapped the arrow shaft that he held in his hand.
âOne of the âsnakesâ is on them. Itâs only a matter of time before we catch them.â
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âSeems like theyâre not pursuing.â
Juan looked back but there wasnât a dust cloud in his view. If theyâd ignored their leader and simply chased, it may have been tricky to get away.
A horse putting up with two people wasnât going to be the quickest and Juan would have had his hands full to protect Swallen. But for some reason, there was no pursuit.
The wind was chilly for the sun had already set. Night inside the red wasteland was cold and cruel.
Juan prepared the encampment for the night.
While he didnât need to rest, Swallen and their horse were fatigued from spending the whole day riding.
Juan looked at Swallen who had her head on his back and arms tightly around his waist and mumbled.
âCarriage is ruined.â
âI know the way so donât worry about that.â
Swollen answered in a worn out tone.
âOkay then. Get ready to rest.â
As if she was used to spending the night in the red wasteland, Swollen didnât take long to get ready. Concerned for the potential chase, they decided against the warmth of a fire.
Swallen tucked herself into a small ditch theyâd dug. Juan sat on the side and looked down at her.
âBack then, why did you not hand me over to them?â
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