Chapter 285: 285 284 Words: Knight Road

The silver sword and the red spear overlap in midair, and sparks fly as they create a fantastic color in space.

This was going on again and again between the two.

As the red flew through the air and split the darkness, the silver showed its ferocious jaws and crushed the tips. On the other hand, when silver cleaved the void and closed in on his neck, red drew a circle and bounced off the steel.

It's a great way to make sure you don't get caught in the middle of the action.

It was truly an applause of attack and defense that did not even give you time to catch your breath. A single gesture was a spear to pierce the enemy's defenses, and a swing to behead each other. Sparks exploded through space.

It was an act that could not be called human any longer, like the bite of a beast. A beast too fierce for human hands.

Caria-Bardnick's silver sword glared through the air with each swing and thrust. The way she swings it, knocks it down, and tramples it down without a single obstacle, she is a mighty woman herself.

Her behavior was almost demonic. Even if not demonic, it was still not very human. Her sword is now approaching the one true thing, and she is extending her finger to the end of her martial art.

Here was the fruit of the unbearable training of a man with a talent that had fallen from the heavens.

And that's why Gullas Gargantua is no less human.

--The crimson tears the wind and runs. I'm not sure what to do.

Kalia's silver eyes raised slightly. Her left shoulder had been ripped open before she knew it. Perhaps because of the excitement in her brain, she didn't feel any pain. In fact, the elation only increases with the splashing of blood.

But it was clear that the enemy had stepped in.

Kalia swung her silver sword at the ground. Not to tear the life out of the enemy, but to smash the spear.

As if sensing her intentions, Red withdrew her spear and body, leaving a small gap between the two. I'm not sure what to make of this, but I think it's a good idea.

You're behaving so rationally. I thought you were a bit more of a passionate man.

It was Kalia who opened her lips first. I'm sure you'll be able to understand why I'm here.

It was the same for Garrus. His eyes were filled with something else, but his words leaked out in a casual manner. In the midst of this eerie exchange, his lips moved in a way that if he had been a knight, he would have known.

'Practice chivalry. Practice chivalry. Know the ways that will forge you from beast to man. That's the first sentence of the Knight's Code. I don't care if it's against a hexenbiest, I'm not rude enough to be rude to a knight.

I'm not so rude as to be rude to a knight, let alone a magical beast. 　

Chivalry, etiquette, manners. Chivalry, etiquette, manners... he didn't seem like a man who would be suited to any of those things. But in his mind, it seemed to be a lot.

He was a knight of honor, after all. Kalia's silver hair swayed unsteadily.

I'm not sure if you've had a change of heart or not.

Recalling the scene in Gazalia, Caria said. His thin fingers gripped the silver sword tightly. His hips drove sharply.

"No, you haven't changed. Nothing has changed about me. Not now, not ever. All for the sake of your honor--

At the same time, silence took over the space. The silver sword and the red spear wavered in space without making a single sound.

Kalia and Garrus both understood. At the very least, the enemy in front of you now was not someone you could take advantage of and chop off your life.

Both of them knew in their gut that this was an opponent that they should kill with a single thrust, with a single supreme swing.

Kalia held her silver sword out in front of her, aiming for the enemy's neck. Garrus, on the other hand, half-heartedly grabbed the middle of the hilt. His fierce eyes stared calmly at Caria's vital point.

In that stance, both men stopped moving.

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There was no sound in the darkness, no movement, only stillness. There was no trembling of the fingertips, no flickering of the breath. It seemed as if even the heart had ceased to breathe, unable to stand the silence.

It could have been seconds, or it could have been minutes. It might have been seconds, or minutes, or even tens of minutes. It went on and on.

It was so suffocating. It was as if I was suffocating.

It seemed as if both of us were being dragged along and that the flow of time had gone mad.

A moment passes.

--A spark exploded.

Not even the world knows which came first. The world does not know who was first, only that space let the moment pass and the two sides drew a beautiful line.

A spear like a red lotus sprinted to pierce the fine body. It was nothing more than a simple thrust. It is nothing but a thrust. There is no fancy, no surprise.

But if he believed that this was the best he could do, he had no reason to do anything else. A single thrust with all his might.

His opponent, Kalia, flips her wrist and stands to catch the full force of the blow with the belly of her sword. Sparks fly from his eyes, and his wrists and hipbones creak in praise of his enemy's strength.

How dare he do such a reckless thing? Well, to put it another way, the very act of facing this fierce beast single-handedly is recklessness itself. Kalia bit her teeth as she muttered in her heart.

However, Kalia had no intention of letting the fierce beast Garrus go and proceed with something. That would be reckless beyond reckless.

Garrus = Gargantia. The overwhelming might of the warrior who crushes all tricks and traps, and crushes his opponent's intentions as a matter of course. This incarnation of madness is too much of a match for my master.

It is true that Lugis' arms are no longer feeble. It's incredible to think back to when we first met. But yes. I can't help but think that it's because of Kalia that we once crossed blades in a tavern and have remained together to this day.

It was the same during the duel with myself, and the Battle of Sarnio. The way Lugis moves forward while still sacrificing himself somehow.

If he were to stand in front of Garrus, it would be the worst of all worlds, the worst of all worlds. A shiver ran down Kalia's spine at the thought.

That's why Kalia stands here. Because she has decided to be his shield. Even though she knew that Lugis had the intention of being her childhood friend and that was why she was here, Garrus swore that he would overthrow her.

It's a terrible role to have chosen. In a moment, Kalia laughed at herself, fed up with herself.

But, hey, it's not so bad. Just as Lugis is trying to get his agenda through, I have another agenda.

--If you're going to do one thing, you have to stomp out recklessness. Yes, of course, Lugis.

Kalia's slender fingers strain. I heard the bones in my fingers make an impossible sound.

Shaking off the sound, Caria forced away the stiffness and the sparks. Her whole body was sobbing, but her body still moved. The trajectory was just as she had envisioned, just as she had practiced every day.

He turned his wrist again and swung the silver sword straight at her. The only thing I felt was a gouge around my left shoulder.

If Garrus's thrust was the best, then Kalia's deserved to be called the best. The silver sword, striking off the red line, cut through the sky and fiercely bared its fangs.

A flash of light runs. A line was drawn, seeking the enemy's skull, leaving behind even the perception of the world.

A moment later.

One of the shadows hovering vaguely in the darkness collapses, and the other remains. Words spill out into the darkness.

"He ran along the road and crushed all his enemies. That's what they call chivalry.

The remaining shadow said, splashing blood as it brushed away the red lance.

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