Chapter 12: the twisted king vs the heavenly empress.

Micha Esperonica and Isabelle Esperanica, two shameful members of the prestigious Esperonica family.

One was accepted despite the sinful birth, the other was rejected.

One is a chained monster, the other a free man.

One who wanted the world to change while the other didn't.

One enjoyed the comfort of a mother, the other was hated by their own.

Using an inordinate amount of power, one attempted to trap the other for a silent death.

Nevertheless, the Heavenly Empress was given that power by the other. A change of fate happened! Between heaven and earth, Heaven's wrath had been turned on its sender. Fate had begun to change under the twisted king's influence.

Regardless of strength, 'Returner' returned any attack. Compared to what would have happened if the attack had taken place, it was much more painful. Even so, the king's majestic aura absorbed what would ordinarily have been an instantaneous knockout.

The king evoked "dimension" as a group of small portals opened behind him like a clock. He drew a weapon from the ten o'clock portal. It wasn't a normal shotgun. A curse born of rage was woven into the flesh of the gun with an unknown string of characters of otherworldly origin.

A sharp sting was felt at his back after he pointed the gun at Isabelle and fired the slug. In addition to the dark object striking the empress' stomach and peeling off, shrapnel made of dried fingernails stuck to multiple organs, causing her to vomit a golden substance.

"Da-damn it." Isabelle gurgled, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood. Her mind was nothing short of a mess of thoughts overcome with anger and hatred.

She couldn't understand it all. This murderous monster was the greatest scandal in Esperonica. A man who sought to profit off of others' misery and insecurity! The man who laughed when his niece was killed and killed his sisters. How was he not in jail?

He hated agents! He thought they were dogs no different from Psykers? He had no concept of respect, dignity, mercy, sacrifices, or the risks of being an agent. Why was he even allowed onto such a property like YH?

She was stronger, better trained, and more experienced, yet she was losing to him!

If he was allowed into this academy, if he was allowed into the system created here, then he would turn it into chaos...

Her head cleared with those words. After something responded to her raging sorrows, her body healed completely and she was able to pull herself back from the brink of defeat. She stared coldly at the twisted king with a cold expression on her face. Her body was now healed and her mind sharpened to a razor's edge.

In a fighting stance, the king took out a single-handed sword as he grinned. The large animalistic grin that dominated his expression hid his unease and fear.

"I'm about to make you pay." She replied, taking a stance.

"Sorry but I'm broke, Motherfucker." Micha chuckled, pushing his trepidations down.

The two rulers clashed, their swords screaming as the strength of heaven sundered the earth.

The king heard his bones creak and shift. Seeing the opening, the empress gave a devastating kick to the king's side,overcoming the damage nullifying ability and shattering his ribs with power reinforced by hundreds of strength and muscle enhancers.

The king endured the pain and fired his weapon repeatedly, hitting the empress forcing her to disengage. From a sword and shotgun, the white haired man switched to a bloody spear with an intoxicating scent. Jumping forward, he dealt a devastating blow. The spear cracked the space around it, piercing through her blade and landing on her shoulder.

A thin line of golden substance emerges from the small cut, despite the large difference in physical capabilities.

Micha looks at the spear and says "ten years?" with a dejected expression before engaging Isabelle once again in physical combat.

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Zavan watched with bated breath as the two rulers clashed, the king using several weapons in unison with transcendental skill. It was rare to see a battle like this, one where the crude and brutish fighting of the streets met the refined disciplines of the dojos.

Knives, ultra-greatswords, whips, short swords, guns of various calibers, all enchanted with otherworldly power born from mystical engravings, were woven together into an unsightly style of combat fit for only a manic barbarian with scant care for his own safety.

Those attacks clashed with the Esta-sword school's refined offensive-defensive disciplines. In addition to its lethality and range, the supersolid blade was enrobed in numerous blessings. 

It was easy for the 'manic barbarian' to cut, shoot, stab and tear the body of his female opponent. With movements that seemed to counter the movements of his far stronger and physically capable opponent, he controlled the battle like a masterful puppeteer. Any attack that slipped through was immediately recovered and severely punished.

The silvette saw no opening or place for him to join and judging by his aunt's begrudging expression, she agreed. Both fought with seemingly unattainable skill that left the cyborg angry at his weakness.

"Don't be like that." Zavan's aunt Blaser sighed begrudgingly "Copycats like them may be weaker than others but their level isn't impossible either."

"I guess" Zavan replied, annoyed by the need for more enhancements.

The battle was at a standstill, with neither side backing off and fighting like their lives depended on it. Filling the air with their fury, it was evident that Isabelle was slowly losing ground.

The lady growled, each sword swing more painful and easy to block than the last. All of the paper cuts and flesh wounds quickly became nasty, bleeding and gushing wounds that would not close. Her body was covered in her own blood and her balance was broken. The empress of heaven descended to earth, much to the delight of the king.

As well as his unseen companion, he was pleased with the investment into 'Cursed Arm Creation'. Without the need for his trump cards, he brought down the monstrous Isabelle in just four minutes, with only his physical abilities. Although ,with a glance at his almost nonexistent aura, the king knew he had taken more from his weapons than they had given out.

"A worthwhile investment regardless." Fortune nodded pleased with her idea "don't be careless now, the hunt isn't over just yet."

"Yes, yes." Micha sighed, unsummoning the portals in exchange for a radiant golden rifle. He approached the downed combatant slowly, occasionally glancing back at the observers. He poked the body twice with his gun, causing it to groan as the blue eyes glared at him hauntingly, like a mind manipulating Blessing at work.

"-ant even use a real weapon." Isabelle muttered trying to move her hand in futility. She would not heal unless the twisted king allowed it to. If she is not treated, she will fall apart. The weight of her godly body would crush her like a building without pillars.

Such irony.

"Don't say that." The blanchette sighed, his eyes growing hollow and empty as he said, "At least I'm free and loved by my mother."

Isabelle scoffed, resisting her urge to yell at him. She was supposed to be more mature, she had to avoid 'dominion' at all costs. 

Hearing no response the king sighs heavily "you are still nothing but an attack dog no different from Dead Hide and Love Fool." with an uncaring tone. Still no response was given while her wounds grew deeper and wider.

"participant 23345 has been eliminated, participant 13257 has received five points." the wrist watches said in unison detecting that Isabelle could no longer fight "medical personnel has been notified. Participant 13257 please keep a distance of three feet from participant 23345."

"OK." Micha sighed, releasing the curse while letting his gun evaporate. As he watched the 'psyker' and machine man, he had bigger fish to fry. Taking out a curved shortsword he closed in on the two like a predator. "I wonder what other systems you have?"

As Zavan stepped in front of his aunt, he was terrified of what he thought was a dainty and fragile male. Despite his resigned attitude, the blanchette gave a puzzled look before yelling "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!!!!" loudly.

Micha lept back, while Zavan was tackled by his aunt after which a muted explosion that blew away all air from the training ground occurred. The king was thrown back by the explosion not noticing the opponent lying in wait.

In one foul swing, the king was silently beheaded.

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