Granard emerges from the destroyed wall, brandishing a gleaming magic sword and spitting words arrogantly.
âYou must be so happy to push me into a corner! You must be so happy to have rescued those hostages! But âŠ..donât get carried away! My advantage is not shaken by a mere surprise blow. I am the true king, chosen by the goddess!â
ââŠâŠâŠ..â
âIâll kill you, and soon Iâll have those women sent after you! Iâll chop off your head and leave you all together in the field! The order of killing may change but there is no change in the fate of traitors who defy me as king! Know this!â
ââŠ..and?â
Raidorl listened to Granardâs words from beginning to end and nodded his head.
Raidorlâs face is cold as he stares at his brother, who is shouting like a madman and looks as bored as if he were watching a bad street performance.
âIs that all you have to say?ăIf thatâs your last will and testament, then youâve lived a very stale life. I pity you.â
ââŠ.!!â
Granardâs face contorts in painful irony.
His face was saturated with the emotion of anger, and he looked as evil as a demon. Without caring, Raidorl continued.
âHonestly, Iâm a bit reluctant to kill you now. Isnât it just so miserable and pathetic to have to deal with a madman whoâs gone mad?â
Apart from hostility, there is a hint of pity in Raidorlâs eyes.
It was a look of condescension, like that of an insect on the ground, that touched Granardâs nerves more than words.
âIt seems Iâve pushed you too far. I didnât think youâd lose your mind and become a servant of the witch after a little beating. It seems that I have underestimated my brotherâs âinertiaâ. I regret it. My bad.â
ââŠâŠ.!!â
âHowever, âŠâŠ it would be irresponsible to leave my brother, who has gone crazy because of me, unattended. Iâm going to give you a quick âclean upâ, come and get me.â
âRai,Dorl!!! YouâŠBastard..!â
The insult was so severe that Granard had to bite his back teeth with such intensity that they creaked.
âI want to slice and dice the man in front of me right now.
âI want to cut off his flesh, cut off his bones, and make him suffer all the pains of the world.
Such was the fierce murderous intent on Granardâs face.
But
âWha!?â
Nevertheless, Granard does not slash at Raidorl.
Ever since he was chosen to become a magic sword, Granard has been slaughtering those who oppose him, wielding his blade with emotion. Despite all the scorn he had received, he would not jump on Raidorl. He couldnât.
âWhatâs thisâŠâŠ? Whatâs with those eyes?â
The sharp glint in Raidorlâs eyes makes Granard stiffen.
Itâs not a magic eye. Itâs not like heâs using any crazy magic.
The mere act of staring is enough to put Granard under pressure and make him hesitant to strike.
The spirit in Raidorlâs gaze is so sharp that it pierces the life out of him, and it goes straight through Granard without wavering.
Granardâs legs cowered as if they had been nailed to the floor by a force that would make a weakling fall to his knees and become incontinent.
âWhatâs the matter? Why canât you speak? Are you so afraid of me?â
ââŠ..!â
A mocking word. Granardâs eyes widen as he is pointed at.
âBut â I canât lose to my brother.â Granard squeezes out the words, feeling his lungs tighten.
ââŠâŠ Nonsense! How can I be afraid of you? There is no way that I would be âŠâŠ!â
âCan you see it? You see my anger, my firm will to kill you. Do you see what I feel? Do you understand?â
Raidorl glared straight at Granard and lightly waved his DĂĄinsleif.
Instantly, like lava spewing from a crater, an enormous swirl of miasma surrounds Raidorl, raging like a storm.
The jet-black storm was the embodiment of Raidorlâs rage, and it was so terrifying that it sent goosebumps down Granardâs spine.
For Granard, who had been blessed by the witch, the miasma was nothing to be afraid of.
However, the dense anger and murderous intent in the jet-black storm was so intense that it froze him to the core.
âNo more of this nonsense. If you have finished your will, then come at me!ăYour power, your will, your justice,âŠâŠ all will be cut down and denied!â
âGu âŠâŠ gaaaaaah!â
Granard roared like a beast.
It wasnât that Granard was desperate. He had to become an animal who fights with his brotherâs emotions, without reason, to be able to face the man standing in front of him.
âIf you want to die so badly, Iâll gladly kill you! Go to hell!â
Granardâs body disappears. The sound of a kick on the floor echoes in the background.
Leaving the sound behind him, Granard reaches the speed of light and runs through the throne room in all directions.
âIf you canât see it, give it up! You can only keep up with my speed if youâre blessed by the goddess!â
ââŠâŠâŠ.â
In the face of his brother king, who flies around at the speed of light, Raidorl does not move an inch.
Granard sneered at his brotherâs lack of movement and slashed at him from above.
âDie, Raidorl!â
ââŠâŠâŠhmâ
The sword of light was swung down and Raidol only needed to make a minimum movement to evade the incoming slash.
It was as if he had known the attack was coming. It was a brilliant evasion, as if he had foreseen the future.
âNaâŠ..?â
âHmp!â
Raidorlâs fist plunges into Granardâs shocked face.
âGah!?â
Granard is released from the speed of light and rolls on the floor.
Granard was bewildered at what had happened to him. It was impossible for Raidorl to follow the speed with his eyes.
The impossibility of this fact fills his thoughts with a blank.
âDonât be a fool,âŠâŠmy swordâŠâŠmy lightning-fast bladeâŠâŠ, is for you!â
âSpellbinding sword fighting techniqueâ
ââŠâŠ!!â
Granard was rolling on the floor, holding his hands over his beaten face, when the sound of a voice sent shivers down his spine.
He turned around to see Raidorlâs right hand clutching the sword at his hip.
âScorpion Strike!!!â
âKhhhhhhâŠ.!â
A jet-black slash flew at Granard. Granard rushed to use his speed of light and jumped up to the ceiling.
âWha..!â
But it was a bad move.
Granard fled towards the ceiling, but as he jumped up, he found Raidorl already there, swinging his sword and unleashing a black slash.
Light is faster than anything else in the world, that is why it cannot bend. If Granand does not avoid it, he will plunge himself into the slashes.
âYou mean to tell me youâve guessedâŠâŠ that Iâm going to jump upâŠâŠ?â
Everything around him was moving slowly.
In the compressed time, reaching the speed of light, Granard felt a shiver run down his spine.
âGuuuuuuuuuuuuuuâ
âStop, stop, stop, stop, stop, âŠâŠ!â
Granard tried desperately to stop his body in mid-air, but once he had accelerated, there was no stopping his momentum.
ââŠ.!!â
And then, in what feels like an eternity of suspended time the impossible happens to Granard.
In the world of the speed of light, Raidorl is frozen in his slashing stance and has stopped moving. The lips moved slightly in the stopped time.
âNow!â
Raidorlâs lips spoke clearly.
âGah, AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaâ
At the speed of light, Granard plunged into the black slash, only to be sliced by the blade himself. Followed up by a whirlpool of miasma shot out from the sword, sending Granardâs body flying downwards.
âAaaaaaaaahhhh âŠâŠ!â
Granard was slashed by a jet-black slash that sent him crashing to the marble floor, spewing blood onto the floor.