The clash between the two masters had long since passed, but the cry of the earth still hadnât stopped.
The great magic, Abraxas, and the deadly sword technique, World BreakâŚ
The clash of these forces caused the terrain to change, creating a tremendous crater. It wouldnât be hard to believe that a meteorite had fallen here. A dark cloud of dust and smoke covered the ground, which had melted from the enormous heat and looked like black tar.
There was a shadow moving inside the pit.
âCough!â Blood rose in his throat and emerged from his mouth. The pain wasnât just in his bones, but in his entire flesh. Was it because he was too close to the epicenter? No, the exterior damage wasnât that great. Then it was reasonable to assume that this pain came from within him.
âA little⌠No, it is quite difficult.â Theodore looked inside himself as he tried to maintain his stumbling body.
His seven circles which normally spun smoothly were creaking and in discord with each other. This was Rebound, the cost of using magic which didnât fit into the circles. Abraxas was a great magic that far exceeded the standard of seven circles.
It was much stronger than when he had collided with Hyde, so it was harder to cope. Abraxas was a magic he could only try after completing the 8th circle. That had been a reckless move, but it couldnât be helped since this was the only method he had thought of.
Still, he won, so it wasnât the wrong choice.
âThis is absurd. How long will it take to get out of here?â
As his dizziness calmed down, Theodore looked around. The land had sunk, and he was surrounded on all sides by dark walls. The cloud of dust had become a shield which blocked the sunlight, and shadows loomed on the ground.
âMy body is a mess, and it will take several months to recover.â
It was nothing compared to his insides, but part of his skin and muscles were torn from the explosion. Even now, his wounds were still bleeding despite using recovery magic. If he released his tension, he might lose consciousness on the spot.
However, Theodore couldnât faint yet. It was still too risky until he confirmed the death of his enemy, Pan Helliones. Fortunately, Pan Helliones was nearby. ââŚCo-me.â
ââŚâŚâ Theodore might be injured, but it was nothing compared to Pan Hellionesâ state.
A sword masterâs body was closer to an adamantium golem than a human, and they could freely control their weight. They were monsters that could survive an enemyâs magic with just their pure aura defense.
Nevertheless, Pan Hellionesâ current appearance was terrible.
His lower body didnât exist, and his right arm was torn, leaving only the part from the elbow up. The greatsword in his left hand was shattered like shards of sugar candy, and there wasnât anything left of the armor which had been made by the emperorâs master craftsman.
Hellionesâ skin had been hit by enormous heat and was distorted by burns, while the vitreous of his eyes was flowing down.
âGreat, haâŚh,â Pan Helliones gasped for breath as he spoke words of praise, âMy power⌠crushed⌠in froâŚnt. This⌠quaâŚlity, I donât knowâŚâ
âWhat do you mean by that?â Theodore clicked his tongue. âAre you saying that you canât acknowledge a young man? Didnât you get smashed by my technique?â
âT-ThatâŚâ
âNo, thatâs okay. There is no point asking you since you are having trouble breathing.â
It wasnât an exaggeration. Pan Hellionesâ life was literally at stake. He was only a few moments away from death, so it wouldnât be strange if he stopped breathing. Therefore, Theodore asked about something that he hadnât been able to erase from his mind throughout the fight. âWhy did you lie?â
âU-Umm?â
âAbout Randolphâs sister, Rebecca.â
At first, Theodore hadnât known. The tension that boiled during their battle had covered up his eyes. Funnily enough, he had figured it out while preparing Abraxas. His insight had been supplemented by the two divinities, and he figured out then that Pan Helliones wasnât the type of person who would do such a thing.
âSenses, good.â However, it stirred the last bit of life inside the dying man. In the East, it was a phenomenon called dying flash, a last moment of lucidity before death.
Pan Hellionesâ breathing was briefly restored, and he spoke calmly without any shaking. He looked up at the distant sky with blurred eyes and muttered quietly, âRebecca is a brilliant disciple. It is a shame to kill her because of such a thing. The authenticity of the statement didnât matter, as long as Sir Clovis departed.â
âYou always thought about a one-on-one fight?â
âCorrect. It was true that I made this place to kill you. As a result, I was defeated and you won-â Pan Hellionesâ words suddenly stopped, but it wasnât over yet. He hesitated for a moment before barely opening his mouth, âAnd because I canât see the future of the empire.â
âThe future?â Theodore asked reflexively. âWhat do you mean?â
ââŚTime is up.â Pan Helliones didnât explain as he changed the subject. âI am a person who gives my sword and life to the empire, and this is what I can teach the winner. Next time, you should recognize your own power.â
âWhy are you saying this?â
âThink of it as a final grudge. It was a good fight, but⌠the taste of defeat is bitter. In the end, I donât want to lose to someone too weak.â
Strength was gradually escaping from his body, and the time he had to speak with Theodore was over. It was the last will of a dying person, so Theodore couldnât help feeling strange hearing it.
Pan Hellionesâ breathing gradually ceased, and his heart stopped beating. Shortly afterward, Theodore recognized the moment when Pan Hellionesâ soul escaped his body. The empireâs 4th Sword had died.
ââŚHe couldnât see the future of the empire?â Theodore didnât bask in the glow of victory as he pondered on the words. It was a pessimistic comment coming from one of the empireâs Seven Swords.
Was something going on inside Andras? It would be nice if there were more clues, but even the White Tower spies found it hard to penetrate into the deepest part of the Andras Empire. It wasnât something Theodore could investigate alone.
âUgh, is it hurting more because I released my tensionâŚ?â
His body throbbed as the forgotten pain resurfaced. He hurriedly drank a potion from his inventory, but he couldnât reverse the burden on his circles and mind. It was a wound which couldnât be healed.
Theodore thought that he needed to avoid fighting for the time being. There were no people in the area.
âIndeed, it wouldnât be easy to approach this horrible scene.â
A person who could approach probably wouldnât be ordinary. Theodore thought so as he sat on the rocks around the crater. He was now completely at his limits. His head hurt as all his power drained out of him.
As his vision darkened, he saw a man and woman with blonde hair approaching him.
ââŚâŚ!âŚ!â
ââŚâŚâŚ!â
âThen Iâll ask you to clear this up, Randolph.â
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The battle of Babarino Plains ended exactly half a day after it had started. It was a fairly short period of time for the largest battle in the civil war, but the scale of the groups going against each other was the greatest.
The result of the battle was naturally Prince Elsidâs victory. The crusader was suppressed, and Marquis Fergana was unable to fight anymore.
Duke Cornwall quickly fled once the tables turned.
âCatch Duke Cornwall and the other leaders! Arrest the soldiers and send the result of this battle to every estate in this country!â
The news spread faster than a person traveling by horse. Elsidâs victory spread quickly through the Soldun Kingdom and lowered Duke Cornwallâs position, causing the noblesâ heads to start turning frantically.
The duke had lost his 50,000 troops, so there was no longer a chance of victory for him. In other words, it was confirmed that this was Prince Elsidâs victory. The small nobles watching the battle were forced to start moving, and they could only think of one method to get on the princeâs good side.
âThere is no future for the nobles faction. Letâs capture Duke Cornwall for Prince Elsid.â
âThe Cornwall Duchy still has 10,000 troops remainingâŚâ
âIsnât it okay if we capture him before he gets there?â
âPrepare an encirclement. Do it instantly.â
Yesterdayâs enemy was todayâs friend, and todayâs friend might become tomorrowâs enemy. Duke Cornwall reigned at the peak, and he was now branded as the public enemy. In fact, many people felt joyous at his downfall.
The seven small nobles within the influence of the Cornwall Duchy moved their troops and conducted an airtight perimeter around it. It only took a week for the rebel leader, Duke Cornwall, to be sent to the capital. Perhaps it would have been better for him to have died on the battlefield.
Additionally, Marquis Fergana was captured in his mansion without any resistance, and once the other nobles heard that Duke Cornwall had been captured, they surrendered themselves.
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It was the moment when the so-called âElsidâs Civil Warâ ended. However, there werenât many people who knew the hurdles which Meltor had faced during this brief war. It was a much tougher battle than the conflict between the crown prince and duke.
The fact that Theodore Miller had won against one of the empireâs Seven SwordsâŚ
It took time for the hidden history to be revealed.
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