Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 34: Chaos in the Holy Kingdom, part 5
...—Axellibra—...
There is no denying that it is Emperor Nueva. Lancelot had not seen him in person for a dozen years, but there was no doubt. The man in his forties who had just finished off the two soldiers was truly Nueva el Vermillion.
“Saint Lancelot, Sir!”
“You all go from here,” Lancelot told the soldiers who forced Nueva to fight here. “Fight you Death Knights. He let me handle it.”
“Ready, Sir! Come on everyone, let's leave this place to Saint Lancelot. Let's finish the undead!”
Along with the retreating soldiers, Lancelot darted towards the emperor with a sword swinging sharply. An orange flame wrapped around his sword blade, giving off a great heat. The sharpness of the sword combined with the great heat will raise the level of sharpness of the sword blade to a higher level.
However, an ice sword that had formed in each of Nueva's hands managed to hold back Lancelot's sword swing easily. Nueva even started to counterattack. Lancelot who started the attack is now in a defensive position. Especially when the two ice swords Nueva draped with wind swords, the armor of the saint until slashed in some parts.
He is strong, Lancelot's mind while remaining in a defensive position, but Nueva should be stronger than this. The wind magic should be more dangerous. His ice magic should be able to freeze my sword just by coming into contact with his ice sword. What the hell's going on? He's holding back? Or.actually she's not Nueva.
Observing the emperor more closely, Lancelot realized an odd thing. The eyes of Nueva are like the eyes of the dead. Express too. Lancelot had seen Nueva fight, and the expression he saw now was far from what the emperor used to show. Nueva el Vermillion was someone who was very fond of fighting. Has he changed?
“...Are you really Nueva el Vermillion?” lancelot asked to confirm, throwing the emperor away with Lightning Explosion.
There was no backlash Lancelot received. His eyes remained flat, his eyes were the same. More than that, he did not hear Lancelot's words. The saint's doubt that he really was the emperor skyrocketed sharply. More precisely, Lancelot no longer looked at the individual before him as the emperor.
“...If you are not a controlled puppet, chances are you are a necromancy magic user hiding in transformation magic.”
The fake Nueva still did not respond. With the wind armor that was already trailing his body, he again attacked. This time the attack was faster and the precision was more perfect. He was like learning in a fight, becoming stronger the more he fought.
“...That means you are a controlled puppet,” concludes Lancelot while once again using Lightning Explosion. “Then I don't need to hold back and be vigilant.”
Along with the fake Nueva that landed after being knocked down, Lancelot removed all his armor. He also took off his clothes. The sturdy saint is now only clad in long black pants. He no longer even uses his footwear. The body of this short black haired man was then enveloped in golden flames in the form of a robe—it combination of [Holy Magic] and [Fire Magic].
“I'm forward now, Doll!”
...* * *...
Lilithia watches the fight between Lancelot Knitherland and the Nueva replica she created. Beside him was a rectangular mirror that stood upright facing the saint. Wherever the saint moved, the mirror Lilithia made followed him. For Lilithia to be able to make a replication of someone in their full power, her [True Mirror] mirror had to capture the reflection of the person while exuding full power.
By far, the strongest pawn in Lilithia's [True Mirror] was a replica of Undead Thevetat and Xavier. Capturing their reflections while fighting that time required a great mana. The replica Emperor Nueva who was fighting Lancelot was also fairly strong, but it was not comparable to Undead Thevetat. For the Replica Nueva to become stronger, she must make Lilithia fight with the original Nueva.
Lilithia did not want to show anyone about the true capabilities of the [True Mirror]. So, there was no way he would make the Replica of Nueva fight with the original Nueva. He wants everyone to associate his mirror with the ability to move.
Lilithia who was focused on watching the course of the fight suddenly turned her face to the right ‒ a dimensional portal was already perfectly formed there.
From inside the portal came out a vampire dressed as a waiter. “It just so happens to see you here, First Commander Lilithia von Sylphisky,” said the vampire while bowing his head like a real maid. “My name is Valeria. My main objective here is to occupy Axellibra. But I also have an offer from my queen for you. There must be a reason why you kept your [True Mirror] a secret from Nueva, right?”
“Oh, are you trying to make Lancelot a model to create your other pawns?”
“How can you know my [True Mirror]?” lilithia asked with a sharp look. The gravity around them began to slowly increase. “You don't have much time. Tell me before I eliminate you in singularity.”
“Eh, don't be in a hurry, Lilithia! Patience, please be patient. I'm not here to look for you.” Valeria raised both of her hands, revealing a gesture of surrender. “As I said, I brought an offer from my queen for you. But to make you sure, I'll first explain why I know about your magic that you're keeping secret. How, can we sit down and talk well?”
“Speak.”
“...OK. Standing up is okay too. So, Miss Vermyna had fought with the same magic owner as you before. That was over a thousand years ago. There's no way she doesn't recognize your mirror right away when she sees it.”
That's unsurprising. Lilithia never thought anyone would have [True Mirror] besides her, even though it was over a thousand years ago. However, considering that in this world there are so many magic users of fire, water, lightning, earth, and wind, it is not impossible if there are magic users who are the same as him.
“Then, what is Vermyna offer?”
“You don't want us to sit down and talk carefully while watching the show you made?”
Lilithia's response was nothing but to raise the gravity that befell the vampire.
“Oke-okay! No need to be rude. Women don't like rudeness, unless you're a maso‒oke! I say it now!”
“Quick say.”
“Haaaa. So, Miss Vermyna me...”
...* * *...
Lancelot let out a long sigh after seeing the fake Nueva's body smashed into pieces like a broken mirror. Although only a puppet, but a fake Nueva is really strong. He had not used his main magic yet, but Lancelot had fought seriously. Very serious. His body was instantly filled with sweat as his golden fire robe disappeared.
However, Lancelot did not have time to rest. There were so many undead that needed to be finished off. So, after pulling back his sword that stuck in the road brick, Lancelot immediately turned around and ran to help the soldiers.
However, just a few seconds both of his legs ran, the saint suddenly stopped with both eyes widened. His eyes were darkened on the two women who were on the roof of the building not too far from him.
“Why...why did they appear at such an inopportune time?” lancelot asked himself. Regret pounced on his face.
Having no other choice, Lancelot re-clad his body in a golden fire robe and darted to where the two women were.
...»»» End of Chapter 34 «««...
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