Volume 3 Chapter 56 The One Who Weaves Wings
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Has it been 5 days? This time, I remembered the date!”
Under the clear blue sky.
Jibril walked closer on the stone floor of the empty arena, his footsteps going click-clack as he smiled.
He wore a fine white outfit, like what a rich child from Azrael would wear.
His long hair was tied back in a ponytail.
He let his hair down when reading, but when he trained, he kept it tied up like that.
In real time, it had been 5 days, but in this memory world, Kian’s brother hadn’t seen him for about a week.
He stopped, resting a frilly black lace umbrella on his shoulder.
Ten meters away.
He stopped because Kian had raised his wooden sword.
”Ms. Priscilla, please continue.”
”But!”
”It’s fine. ──It’s been a while, Jibril. Did you watch my glorious fight?”
”When I got here, it was already over. I actually wanted to see it up close, but… well, I knew you would win, so I wasn’t worried. By the way, in the real past, I had no intention of watching at all. You have no weapons to fight with, so you can’t win against Sarah. I really hate seeing you lose to anyone but me.”
”The real past…? From your comment about 5 days, you…”
Jibril’s dark eyes widened.
His eyes glowed with a red light.
”Your brother is the same. There is something inside the shadow that Sarah prepared.”
”……!”
”Kukuku. Don’t be so tense, brother.”
Jibril smirked, putting his hands in his pockets.
He sensed Priscilla rushing up from behind.
When he looked over, he saw a golden cage-like thing surrounding Sarah’s fallen body.
Priscilla’s earrings were missing.
She put her hand holding a black umbrella on her hip and frowned at Jibril.
”So you must be Lord Jibril, right? No mistake?”
”I am me and not me. I’m not an illegal immigrant or anything, Ms. Priscilla.”
”I don’t want to play Zen riddles, you know.”
”By the way, big brother, how long do you plan to keep this Witch alive? Better to kill her fast and strip her for parts and gear. The equipment made from this ‘scale-less’ is really strong.”
”What are you talking about?”
”Just the best solution.”
Jibril said that and gracefully placed his right hand on his heart.
Beside Kian, Priscilla’s magic power flared up with a shiver.
”Lord Jibril, that umbrella looks like my magic staff. Where did you get it?”
”I got this umbrella on a long journey. A very long… journey.”
Jibril smiled at the white-haired Witch and lightly shook the umbrella in her hand.
”‘The Queen of Night’s Parasol.’ In the age of the gods──when life and death were still unclear──it’s said that the queen who ruled the soul prison called the underworld used this magic staff. Its power scoops up your huge magic power completely, allowing necromancy like an underworld god. Also, like we’re doing, it lets you travel through the ghost memory world──a kind of death world──without being trapped. It’s a great weapon. If you want to raise an army of the dead, it’s a perfect toy.”
”This staff should be a one-of-a-kind item, though.”
”Mine’s the real one. If one of us is fake, then isn’t yours the fake one?”
”No way. I’ve been traveling the shadow world with this umbrella.”
Priscilla said, “Besides that,” and twisted her beautiful face fiercely.
Her empty left hand clenched into a fist, and the sound of her arm muscles grinding echoed.
”And if I heard you right, you just called me ‘Scaleless,’ didn’t you? …How do you know that nickname? Knowing it means you understand that calling me ‘Scaleless’ touches my sore spot, right?”
”Hmph, ‘sore spot’? Does a failure like you, with no scales, even have such a thing?”
Jibril’s words seemed to cross a line that should not be crossed.
Priscilla’s magic power, which had been stirring ominously beside Kian, suddenly burst forth.
A black puddle, like a shadow, appeared at Jibril’s feet, pointed at by the parasol.
”Are you trying to get in my way, Ms. Priscilla?”
”Sorry, but I can’t let an illegal intruder go free. Jibril, you must leave this world forever.”
”――――.”
From the black puddle, white hands reached out, wrapping around Jibril’s legs and waist.
Were they trying to drag him into the realm of the dead, known as the underworld?
Jibril narrowed his eyes.
He swung the parasol toward the black puddle.
The white wrists seemed to fear the parasol, pulling back into the black shadow.
As Priscilla frowned deeply, the handsome noble slowly rose from the puddle to the stone floor.
His black eyes were fixed on Priscilla.
A strong killing intent.
It felt like his overwhelming magic power was growing even stronger.
The black parasol in his hand faded away like blood smoke, its purpose fulfilled.
Now empty-handed, he thrust his right hand forward.
Divine──golden magic power overflowed from his hand like the sun.
”What?”
”This magic power is…”
As Priscilla squinted and Kian’s eyes widened,
Jibril whispered excitedly, showing his white teeth.
”Awaken, Phoenix.”
In response to the noble’s call, a giant sheath shone with golden light appeared.
Kian and Priscilla stepped back, shielding their eyes as the god’s weapon began to radiate immense heat like the sun.
The sheath had a single long scratch, but it was definitely the ‘Holy Sword of the Sun’ sheath used by Oswald, the ‘Knights of the Sun’──the ‘magic sword of the sun.’
”Hehehe, ha ha ha ha!”
Jibril suddenly inserted the dazzling holy sword into the golden sheath in front of him.
A high-pitched sound rang out──Gaiin!
And then,
”Haah!”
He quickly switched to a lower stance and swung the magic sword up towards Priscilla.
”──────!?”
It melted.
It was melting.
The golden light, pushed to its limit, sliced through Priscilla’s body as she jumped back, burning the stone floor and sandy ground of the memory world.
The white-haired witch didn’t just sever; she evaporated, disappearing into the blast of dust and debris.
Kian, who had jumped in the opposite direction to protect Sarah, watched in disbelief.
”You should choose your allies carefully, brother.”
As the heat faded,
Jibril, with the glow of the magic sword dimmed, walked slowly towards them, his footsteps clicking.
He seemed no longer interested in the vanished witch, his dull eyes fixated on Kian and Sarah.
”That witch is evil. If you want an ally, go for the obedient and capable Wolfmen. I believe there was a magician in the ‘Storm Herd,’ so it would be good to recruit her. If you train her, she could become a very excellent──your right hand.”
”Stop! If you come any closer, I won’t hold back. Even if you are my blood brother.”
”If I were Umar, I would have had your head chopped off without a word. ──Anyway, shall we go together, brother? And by the way… Sarah too.”
”I said stop!”
Just as Kian shouted, he felt a sudden presence of a massive force emerging from the swirling dust beside him.
A huge, white hand, like a human’s, shot out from the white smoke, trying to tear Jibril apart with its sharp claws.
”────”
But Jibril didn’t even look at the claws.
He swung his ‘Sun Magic Sword’ several times, deflecting all the attacks.
”You did it, Jibril!”
”Ms. Priscilla!”
”Hmph, so you finally showed your true self.”
Breaking through the dust, the face of a white dragon stretched up into the sky.
As the giant white hand slammed down on the stone floor, it regenerated the fingers that Jibril had cut off.
The arm looked human.
The torso had ribs sticking out.
And the lower body had multiple legs like the tentacles of a sea creature, each writhing and squirming.
It had a blasphemous appearance that could drive anyone mad if they stared too long.
But its face was beautiful and majestic.
The white humanoid dragon, with no scales, roared with bloodshot yellow reptilian eyes.
VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
”I won’t kill you easily anymore…! Get ready!”
”Ugh…!?”
”Interesting. I don’t dislike this kind of taste.”
Jibril wore a fierce smile.
Kian stared at Sarah, who was sleeping in the birdcage.
(Can I really protect her…?)
’Kian, use this one’s weapon! My blood technique weapon, the Seventh Treasure Sword──’
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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