Chapter 6: 6 The fifth word is that it's a little bit of a play-by-play.

I understand. Yes, I'm Kalia Vadnick. Then of course I'll slay the hexenbiest. Watch it, my friend.

To Kalia Vardnick, the name wasn't exactly something to be proud of.

In the aristocratic world, Vadnick was a bit of a stigma.

Vardnick was the only senior noble house that had failed to attend the last war. Driven by the confusion of the absence of the head of the family, and with most of the blame for the war placed on them, the Vardniks were reduced from nobility to knighthood.

Of course, there are famous families in the knightly class as well. Marriages between the knightly class and the noble class are not uncommon. Therefore, the knight class itself is not a stigma. However, the fall of the knightly class from the upper nobility was not unprecedented in history.

Fallen man, Bartnik. Vardonick the loser. His family name was spoken of with derision. It was a reputation that naturally followed Kalia Vardnick, and she knew the feelings of the scorned from an early age.

Bound to her home, bound by reputation, and bound by power, she has never been free of anything. It's the same since I joined the Order. I hate myself for not being able to break these chains. She hates herself for not being strong enough.

That's why she decided to get power. Because she felt she had to, she decided she had to. It must always be one's spirit that rules the body. It is never determined by the chains around you. It must be overcome. If you are unhappy with your current situation, you must overcome it or nothing will change.

Shaking her silvery, silky hair in two tufts, the girl once again stood in front of the hexenbiest. She is a demoness who has freely manipulated her huge frame and was once defeated by a leaping sword. It's not that I don't like it.

But I can't be disgraceful.

He muttered to himself. But I won't be disgraceful. Karia didn't even notice that.

It is extremely difficult to capture a hexenbiest in a split second. A large hexenbiest should be defeated by multiple people, traps, and magic. Crossing swords head-on is something that only exists in the world of knightly tales.

But, said Kalia Vadnick, running toward the beast that was still belching smoke from its body.

If you are an ordinary person, that's fine, if you are universal, that's fine. But I am Karia Vadnick. That's what he said. That's what it's all about. I don't know who that is. Come to think of it, I never even heard his name. An intruder from out of nowhere. He looks poor and unattractive.

But he struck that hexenbiest a blow. Even though it was a surprise attack, he managed to wound the hexenbiest.

That's something I couldn't do. He said. He said there's no way I could have done it.

--Crawling low to the ground and into the hexenbiest's gap. It's a world of demons now. It's a crazy, insane place. Two white shadows thrust and cleave the side of your neck with no time to spare.

Compared to the boar-shaped Hexenbiest, whose only function was to rush, this large Hexenbiest showed an unpleasant degree of dexterity. It moves its two tusks as if they were its own arms and legs, cutting away the space with precision. It has a clear killing intent to pierce you.

It's clearly different from the killing intent of a human. You can call it a hexenbiest's intent. It was no longer brutal or vicious, but it was so dense that it could kill a vulnerable person just by its existence.

I ducked under its fangs, and sometimes slid the long sword in my hand to buy time. If you want to give this monster an opening to lunge at you, you can't just keep your distance. You have to make it think that you are running away from it. With a dance-like footwork, Kalia continues to deal with the repeated exchanges of fangs in front of her. Sweat splashes around her, and her white chin is pierced by the droplets.

Your breath is already coming in gasps. For a few moments, without breathing, Kalia deals with the fangs. The opponent is always in time for the kill. I can't even get a blow in between us. The overwhelming difference in distance between the two is taking a toll on Karia's strength.

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One--two--three. Karia continued to fend off Shiro's flashes with her sword, trying to keep a rhythm. If the rhythm is off, she dies instantly. If the spacing changes, instant death. But the enemy won't do that. But the enemy won't do that, because he knows that he can still die. If you lose your strength, you won't be able to handle it. For a hexenbiest, all you have to do is keep pushing until then. Each blow is a desperate attempt to kill, but the action is just an act to hunt down the prey.

It's a foolish thing to do, Kalia thought to herself, hardly having time to think about it. But of course it was. She was no longer an enemy to her opponent. You're just prey that will continue to resist in vain. For now, at least.

One--two--three. One--two--three. Keep the rhythm. Don't lose your spacing. You can't die here. You can't die here. The white chin eats space again and chops off Caria's silver hair.

"One--two--three!

Leap backwards in a single bound. Don't stop. Another leap backward, long sword at her hip. Keep your shoulders still and let your breathing do the work.

For a hexenbiest, it's just a form of escape. The prey can't take it anymore and finally chooses its own path to death.

It's always been that way. And it will continue to do so.

With absolute confidence, the Hexenbiest thrusts its jaws forward in a deadly stance, both paws sinking into the ground.

There was a flash of light. A flash of silver traced a line under the hexenbiest's chin and down its neck. It was a blink. It was a blink of an eye. The world still doesn't understand who moved or what happened.

But for a few moments. The place was painted red. The large hexenbiest screamed a curse and died, unable to even scream. Hexenbiests can't understand. The Hexenbiest doesn't understand that he, who should have had absolute superiority and delivered the killing blow, falls to the ground and loses his life.

And now, his prey, who was only dying, is standing there as a victor with blood smeared on his long sword. Without understanding anything, the Hexenbiest lost its life.

The roar of the hexenbiest's fall was followed by the inarticulate laughter of Kalia Vadnick. It was the only way she knew how to express the emotions flowing inside her. As she laughed, tears welled up in her eyes.

Now, without a doubt, her martial arts skills had almost reached those of the heavens. My hands have understood everything. I am inexplicably happy about it. But the feeling is slowly fading away. The feeling of tearing through flesh without resistance, the touch of a supreme blow. It was so frustrating and sad that Kalia Vadnick was laughing and crying.

After she had finished expressing her emotions, she finally calmed down and turned around, looking a little proud and happy.

Did you see that? Yes, I am Kalia Vadnick. You said it yourself, we did it. You're the first to witness it, he said, and you should be honored.

I had mixed feelings about it. Kalia didn't have the innocence to take an outright liking to a man she first thought was shabby. But at this moment, she definitely had an interest in him and some respect for him.

Oh yeah, you didn't even tell me your name. What's his name, where does he work, where is he based? Why did she know so much about hexenbiests? And how does he know his own name? My curiosity knows no bounds.

When Kalia turned around with an inexpressible thought in her smile.

--There was no one there. Just the corpse of a hexenbiest lying there.

Kalia Vadnick's cheeks quivered as she tried to control her emotions.

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