Every time two people cross their swords, fresh sparks and fresh blood would scatter. Each of Abelās attack were answered with a parry and riposte by Sion. But not without Sion receiving also damage by the heaviness of Abelās swings. Sionās movement were graceful and flowing. His sword attacks were like a dance. The soldiers watching all held their breaths as they admired the beauty of their motion and also the flurry of blood flowing.
There is only one weapon that Abel has in confronting Sionās overwhelming sword techniques⦠that is his determination. He refuses to give up. It is normal to hesitate when staring down at a blade, but Abel overcomes this hesitation. By swallowing his fears, he steps forward every time their blades met. By stepping in instead of stepping away, Abel minimized the lethality of Sionās attacks. Together with his armor, he was wounded but not fatally.
āTo be able to stand against me this long⦠you are really somebody I canāt underestimate.ā
āHah. Iām glad to I did not let you down.ā
Abel smiles but it was a strained one. Abel felt that Sionās slashes are becoming more and more powerful. For a genius like Sion, adjusting his sword attacks while fighting is probably like a childās play.
I donāt think I can last any longer. The next one is probably the last one.
Abel sighs. Then he kneels in one knee out of pain. He changed his gaze slightly and noticed Mia
Thatās right⦠I canāt give up yet.
Taking a deep breath, Abel stands up again.
āGet ready, Prince Sion. Itās time to end this!ā
Abel gripped his sword and willed all of his strength into this one final strike.
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āPlease stop! Both of you will really die!ā
Seeing the two of them, Mia raised her desperate plea again. Tears running down her face without her even knowing or caring. To her horror, her voice doesnāt seem to reach anybody. Their weapons were drawn, and she could feel that this will be the last strike.
Ahh⦠In the end, my words donāt reach them or anybody after all ā¦
She remembers the previous timeline. She travelled with Ludwig through the empire. She pleaded again and again with them, speaking as the Princess of the Empire. But her words were lost in a sea of anger and hatred. Ultimately her efforts proved useless. She failed to win the trust of her people.
Itās the same as that time.
Mia was filled with despair as she stared at the two people who were about to slash each other. If she thinks about it, it may be inevitable. Faced with people who have already drawn their swords and determined to fight, words are powerless.
Does Miaās voice really not reach anyone? Absolutely not! Eventhough her words donāt reach the duelling princes, the bonds she had forged would carry her voice. And who was listening to her voice? Her faithful retainers, of course.
āNow, arenāt you two just a bunch of troubles.ā
Something flew past Mia in a blur. In its wake, the tears that ran down Miaās cheek fluttered in the air, shining brightly.
āArenāt you two terrible for making my little Princess cry?ā
That something that flew past was a someone. And he did not stop until he was in the center of the duel. Abel swung his sword down and Sion swept his up. There was a loud clang ā actually two clangs. Then both of the princesā swords were flying in the air.
The princes then froze when the man who disarmed them pointed a sword to them. One sword for each princeās chest.
Dion Alia, a sword in each hand, then smiled.
āMy princess is a crybaby, you know. So, I would appreciate it if you donāt give her a reason to cry.ā
āAhā¦ā¦ā
The sudden appearance of an ally brought a wave of relief to Mia. She did not realize how tense and nervous she was. Now it was all released, and she can feel her body weaken.
Miaās knees started trembling and she fell back. But she did not fall into the hard ground, instead something soft and tender hugged her.
āMia-sama ā¦!ā
It was a nostalgic voice. Mia spun around to see a familiar face.
āOh, Anneā¦ā
Her first and most loyal vassal held her in her arms with tears in her eyes.
āAnne, Anneā¦ā
Mia hugged Anne and buried her face in her chest sobbing.
āKnave! You dare point your weapon at His Highness Prince Abel? Lower it at once!ā
It was the man who had been entrusted with guarding Mia, Bernardo the Adamantine Spear. And he was glaring down at Dion.
āItās unthinkable to intrude upon a sacred duel between royalties.ā
āAh, well, I guess youāre right. Must have been hard on you resisting to help your beloved prince. And then I just selfishly come and join in the fun. Annoying, isnāt it? But then again, my allegiance is not sworn to any of these princes. ā
āShut up! That rudeness is worthy of death! Consider your life forfeit!ā
Immediately after, Bernardo started running towards Dion. Dion just smiled. Then he stabbed to the ground the sword in his left hand. He then switched his right-hand sword into a two handed one. He watched his approaching foe with a delightful grin.
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Authorās Note:
Merry Christmas!
Have a nice Christmas, everyone.
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Translatorās Note:
I know it is not Christmas. But Iām glad the duel between the princes is over. I suppose we will be looking towards a duel between Dion and Bernardo. Place you bets!
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