Joshua kicked off against the ground and took off as fast as his legs would propel him. Even the mad Count Arie was shocked by Joshua’s unexpected move; for just a moment, his slit-like eyes widened to show a sliver of white.
Clink!
“Keugh!”
Their first clash made Arie groan a little.
Joshua’s raging spear had been aimed at his face. If it weren’t for Arie’s aura, then his rapier, as thin as it was, would have broken.
But Joshua had no intention of stopping there. He continued to brutalize Count Arie’s blade. Every elegant swing of the spear ended with a tremendous explosion as it struck the rapier.
Arie blocked it and tried to dodge it, but the spear’s assault never stopped.
And that wasn’t even the last of it.
If the spear for some reason decided that his neck was not a worthy target, it would change angles to aim at his heart. Arie realized after a few strikes that the spear was targeting every vital point on his body. His opponent didn’t care if Arie died, if that was what it took to subdue him.
‘This monster... does he intend to kill me?’
Finally, the first blood was drawn. Arie’s cheek was scraped by Joshua’s spear. The battle stopped for a moment. Arie looked at the droplets falling on the ground and licked his lips.
The slightest lapse of attention could be fatal.
Was Arie afraid?
Oh, he was not. This was the pleasure Arie had been waiting for... for a long time now. His wait was finally coming to an end.
Their blades banged against each other. Joshua retreated for a moment. Arie used the recoil to retreat as well.
Arie shook his numb hand, pondered the pain for a moment and then flashed a smile.
“As expected of you, you’re the best, Joshua Sanders!”
Arie screamed in ecstasy and moaned and shivered.
His hand turned the rapier forward. His other hand was positioned oddly—spread wide open and with visibly protruding veins. The nearby energy pooled at the tip of the blade; clearly, he was preparing for something.
Even so, Joshua couldn't move hastily. He glanced around. A strange, out-of-place feeling brought his attention to his left blind spot.
He could tell from just the slightest feeling that there was someone behind him. The energy exerted alone made his hair stand up.
By the time Joshua noticed, Duke Tremblin's saber was drawing a graceful curve toward Joshua.
‘Even though we’re all humans, the difference between a Superhuman and a Star is...’
Joshua let the memories flow as he circulated his mana.
No matter what Berber’s motivation was, it did not change the fact that he sold his soul to the demons. Some might say that he gave his soul in exchange for greater power. But that was nonsense. He lacked power, so he had to borrow from the demons.
But all that power was useless in front of someone stronger. That’s basically why Jerath—Berber—knelt in front of Joshua.
‘But compared to him, Duke Tremblin is a master of swordsmanship.’
As a Star for decades, it was only natural that Joshua found Duke Tremblin a more scary foe than Berber.
A surge of competitive spirit warmed his heart and he gripped his weapon with new strength.
But time was of the essence. He had a feeling he knew what Kaiser was up with.
‘It won’t go your way, Kaiser.’
Bronto took the mana from the air and converted it to its energy, supplementing Lugia.
“We plan to announce the new Tower Master tomorrow.”
Kaiser sighed in relief.
“There’s a problem. It caused a backlash, and now I feel like I’m losing my grip again—”
“It’s just that running away is the best option right now. Think of it as taking a break for later. In Arcadia right now, your power is just for show—but his power is real. Still, your safety isn’t guaranteed even in the Imperial Palace.
“Especially considering the current Emperor’s temperament...”
Kaiser obviously held no affection for his father, seeing how he addressed Marcus ben Britten as though he was just a stranger.
“He won’t keep someone around if they lose both their value and his interest.” Evergrant continued Kaiser’s sentence.
“So for now, you should leave Arcadia. You need to leave immediately.”
Despite Evergrant’s words, Kaiser’s expression showed no signs of improving. He was leaving the place where he’d lived his whole life.
“Are you sure you can handle Joshua Sanders?”
Kaiser’s expression hardened as a murderous glint flashed across his eyes.
“Hubalt is, for now, still the biggest obstacle to the war. The Emperor is not one to abandon his dream just for a short amusement.”
“But it’s possible.”
“Even though it was half tainted, the Holy Grail will increase the nobles’ influence even more if it falls into their hands.”
Kaiser fell silent.
“Your Highness, it’s only for a while if you think about it. You can just delegate some of your responsibilities for a while. The best strategy is a full offense. Cause a rift between the two Princes and take care of the biggest hindrance, Joshua Sanders. And then the war will happen. It will last at most ten years... Ten years is too much. I’ll make sure you’re sitting on the throne before that.”
Kaiser’s mind still raced despite being reassured by Evergrant’s words.
“Have you... heard anything from Heimdall regarding Joshua Sanders?”
“Don’t expect too much from the guy.”
“Also—”
“That’s not what you need to worry about, don’t you think?”
There was a long period of silence until Kaiser resolved himself. It was not the right time to think about those things. He knew that if he did not get himself together now, he would eventually lose.
“Alright... I will leave Arcadia... No... I will leave this country. I will leave Avalon.”
Evergrant's expression brightened immediately.
“That’s a good idea.”
“But...”
Kaiser was clouded by his greed right now. A cold light shone from his eyes.
“I will be sure to take it back.”
Kaiser’s murderous-filled voice whispered in the dark.