Translated by SoundDestiny Edited by Zil
CĂ©lia was smiling with confidence at the prospect of victory, when Neimilia, who had been watching the battle, shouted sharply.
âOnoreeeeeee! You little bitch!â
The rubble is blown away and Granard comes flying out. His face flushed red with ghoulish rage, he swung his sword and leapt at CĂ©lia.
CĂ©lia, who was weak from the blow she was given, was unable to avoid it and was almost cut to pieces by the shining sword.
âI wonât let you do it! Dark Restraint Shadow Bind!â
When the witch in the maidâs dress put her hands on the ground and uttered some incantation, the shadow born under the moonlight stretched out like a living thing and wrapped itself around Granard and captured him.
âKugaaaaaaaaaaa, Let go! ThisâŠghhâ
âNo matter how much power it is for an apostle with a magic sword in his hand. My shadows are not easily shredded! Thanks to CĂ©lia giving me a lot of time to set up , I was able to develop a lot of magic power. Fu,fu,fu this is the bond between rod sisters! Itâs the teamwork of women embraced by the same man!â
âWaitâŠ.Iâm not yet embraced! Donât you dare say any nonsense!â
In the face of Neimiliaâs delusional attempt to spread rumours, CĂ©lia hurriedly retorts.
The witch in the maidâs uniform still speaks in a playful manner, but her power of magic is certain.
No matter how hard Granard fought, the shadowy restraints never seemed to loosen, coiling tightly around him like a snake strangling a mouse.
âSuper strong bondage play! Fr-o-mâŠâŠ!â
Neimilia raises her hand above her head. Granard looks up, following her fingertips, and sees a huge jet-black ball being born.
âGive my regards to my mother. Neimilia is fine, she is living happily with her beloved master, making out with him in a very erotic way.â
âGravity Storm Hoof Gigant Stump!â
The next moment Granard fell to the ground with his knees folded. It was as if the weight of his body had been multiplied dozens of times, and he was unable to stand.
Granard tried to get up with his arms on the ground, but it was as if he couldnât lift himself up.
The weight on his body gets stronger and stronger with each passing moment. There is a cracking sound, and the pain is intense.
The pain soon spread throughout his body. A clot of blood gurgled from the back of his throat, as if the broken bone had pierced his internal organs.
Granard, feeling that his life was in danger, struggled to find his voice.
âNo, donât. âŠâŠ! Who do you think I am? How can I, the king of Zain, lie on the ground and die like this? âŠâŠ!â
âWhen you die, you die. Thatâs why you have to make friends with everyone so that you can get help when you need it.â
It was not Neimilia who responded to the plea for his life, but CĂ©lia.
A powerful thunderbolt of destruction in the form of a ClaĂomh Solas. The instinctive fear that chilled his spine made Granardâs face twitch with fear.
âWa-wait! Stop âŠâŠ!â
âI wonât wait. Hey, King. Why are you all alone?ăWhy is it that when youâre in trouble like this, thereâs no one to help you?â
Granard looks dumbfounded, as if he doesnât know what the question was. CĂ©lia looked at him with a slight pity on her neat face, which was still young.
âYour brotherâŠâŠwas very strong, but he was never lonely. He always had someone to turn to in times of need. ButâŠâŠyou have no one. Youâre a lonely, naked king with no one to help you in your time of need. I feel sorry for you from the bottom of my heart.â
Granardâs face contorts in intense humiliation as he looks down. He opened his mouth to say something back, but before he could utter a word, CĂ©lia drew her sword.
âImperial style holy sword technique-Mjolnir, the Thunder Hammer!â
âAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!â
A huge bolt of lightning struck from overhead and engulfed Granardâs body. The violent bolt of lightning turned his vision white and burned his whole body with a heat that exceeded even the pain.
With a final scream, the body of the king, enchanted by the magic sword, disappeared in a flash of lightning.
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