Volume 2 Chapter 103 Dawn Of Izerland I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The moment the paralysis ended, Rufna attacked, charging at the golden-haired youth.
Oswald, surrounded by a blast of fiery heat, was momentarily engulfed in flames, but from behind him, Rufna—now in spirit form—thrust her Windsong Blade forward.
”Ughhh!”
The sword dug deeply into Oswald’s shoulder.
A roar of pure fury escaped from the fiery youth, and his heated body slammed into Kian’s chest, sending him flying.
”———!”
It felt as if the world tilted, and Kian was sent soaring into the air.
Behind him, the third-floor window of the South Wing of the Main Castle loomed.
Using nothing but instinct, Kian thrust the Windsong Blade forward.
Oswald, leaping to chase after him, swung his sheathed magic sword horizontally.
Windsong Blade screamed in protest, its blade cracking under the force.
The slash of Oswald’s magic sword, protected by the power of his magic, obliterated the area behind Kian.
The third-floor roof of the South Wing vanished entirely in an instant.
Kian tumbled, landing heavily on the newly formed rooftop, just as Oswald, now holding his holy sword with a reverse grip, stabbed downward with deadly precision.
”────!”
He dodged sideways.
Just narrowly avoiding being skewered, the fire that erupted from the floor burned his right ear.
”Now, it’s one-on-one, Kian…!”
Breathing heavily, Oswald pulled the holy sword out of the floor.
Perhaps due to using too much magic power, he couldn’t sheath the holy sword; he refrained from unleashing his magic sword again.
”────”
Still, he stood up.
All the magic power from Natra and Rufna, who should have been below, flowed into Kian.
They were incapacitated.
This was the price for receiving Oswald’s serious sun’s magic sword.
If his sheathe were to finish replenishing the magic power, he would swing the magic sword once more.
”Cough…!”
Red blood dripped from Oswald’s right shoulder in large drops.
”────”
”Hah…hah…!”
Kian and Oswald glared at each other in the corridor of the southern wing that had become the top floor──.
* * *
From the cut-off southern wing, multiple towers
rise above the western wing’s roof.
Kian and Oswald were engaged in numerous sword clashes in the magic-created darkness of the night.
Oswald, who had taken the thrusting stance, was faced with Kian swinging his sword toward his head. They clashed in a quick moment of sword pressure, and after that, Kian raised the hilt of his sword up to his face and thrust it down toward Oswald’s throat from above.
Oswald, who had been reading the movement, dodged to the right, spinning and gaining momentum as he swung his holy sword in a circular motion, aiming for Kian’s torso.
Kian jumped backward to avoid the strike.
As Kian stepped forward in pursuit, his blade collided with Oswald’s sword, and fragments flew from the Windsong Blade.
Several half-circles of light flashed continuously from right to left, as Kian jumped backward on the sloped roof, evading Oswald’s sword.
He had summoned a shadow clone.
Despite his right shoulder being crushed, his sword felt heavy.
He struck vertically, then slashed horizontally, stepping forward to break Oswald’s stance with a three-stage thrust. Oswald’s swordsmanship was based on dance-like sword techniques, focused entirely on breaking the opponent’s form.
Kian had already survived three deadly exchanges of blows.
He couldn’t believe he was able to fight this well against a master like Oswald.
”Hyaa!”
At the end of the roof, Oswald’s holy sword swung against the wall of the tower.
Kian jumped up, running up the wall to evade it.
Oswald’s holy sword deeply gouged the wall, and clicking his tongue, he jumped after Kian.
”────”
”Ah!”
They exchanged blows.
Just displaying their skills.
He unleashed the dance-like swordplay he had honed against his foe before him.
With each exchange against him, Kian felt as if his body was evolving into another dimension.
(The blood of the Owl is starting to adapt to my body.)
His muscles thumped, vibrating throughout his entire body.
His arms were even stronger than before.
The power in his core surged dramatically.
And an otherworldly sense guided him on his next move.
Therefore, despite being wounded, he was able to keep up with Oswald’s fierce sword slashes wrapped in explosive flames, without being overpowered.
Faster.
Stronger──.
”Huu──!”
Oswald’s holy sword was swung right beside him.
Defying the horizontal bloom of flames, he thrust the Windsong Blade upwards in a straight line from below.
The strike aimed for the throat was literally a roar.
The young man’s body shifted to the side.
He immediately pulled back the Windsong Blade and thrust it again.
Oswald, having dodged that, also thrust out his holy sword.
”────”
Mist Form.
Turning into black mist, he disappeared from before his eyes.
But the Holy Sword of the Sun blew away the mist-formed Kian.
It seemed that turning into mist was useless against the holy sword.
Oswald leaped down after Kian, who was falling from the spire.
Materializing in mid-air, Kian countered his enemy’s holy sword with his wind magic sword.
After a hard impact sound, their falling speed suddenly increased.
Kian bounced his body back just before hitting the roof, greatly reducing the impact of the fall by turning into mist.
Oswald watched with a twisted expression and, after landing, kicked off the roof and slashed at him again.
Oswald’s sword swings were like a dance.
Springing up from a low stance, he sharply swept the holy sword across the back of his ear.
If Kian dodged, he’d turn the blade and slash again; if he was deflected, he’d chop upwards from below, then chop down from above, continuously repelling Kian.
He wasn’t using his magic sword, nor was he using any Secret Techniques.
Using them would end their duel──.
In the midst of what felt like an eternal exchange of blows, Kian even began to wish for this sword fight to continue forever.
Oswald, whose face was twisted in front of him, might not feel the same way.
”I thought you of all people would understand me…! Understand this rage, and walk the path of conquest together…!”
After a high-pitched metallic sound, the blades clashed at close range.
Pushing against each other on the roof, Oswald hurled his emotions.
”I believed you could heal my loneliness…!”
”Since you don’t understand me, I can’t understand you either! That’s why we’re fighting like this…!”
”Damn…!, Damn…!”
The young man, whose emotions were as turbulent as flames, was shedding tears.
His lips curled into a snarl, and with murderous intent blazing in his eyes, it seemed like he was saddened by the need to kill Kian.
A creaking sound echoed as the Windsong Blade groaned.
Influenced by his passionate fury, the holy sword was heating up more than ever before.
The part where the blades met glowed red, and the Holy Sword of the Sun was digging into the Windsong Blade with a grinding sound.
”……!”
If they clashed, their weapons would break.
Kian tried to leap backward in an instant.
But Oswald had firmly stepped on Kian’s right foot.
From where he was stepped on, flames rose, and the intense pain seared his brain white.
”Guh…, UAAAAAAAAH!”
”Tch”
He deliberately stepped forward, pushing Oswald’s body with his shoulder.
The beast-like strength of a vampire shook Oswald’s body.
Flames burst from the point of contact, but the martial arts technique Rufna had taught him was still effective.
The enhanced healing power was repairing his flesh from the burns.
”…!”
”────────!”
Oswald leaped backward.
He used his limbs like a beast to cling to the sloped roof, then slowly raised his upper body.
(…Windsong Blade is…)
The magic sword, already weakened from overuse, was now being torn apart.
Half of it had been cut away by the Holy Sword of the Sun.
”……!”
”Next time, you won’t escape”
Oswald poised the Holy Sword of the Sun before his eyes.
(No good)
He couldn’t withstand the next clash of swords.
Once the sun’s magic sword was fully charged, he couldn’t counter its power────.
So, he quickly thrust the Windsong Blade into the roof, then drew a long sword from his bosom Night Wraith as a replacement.
Wrapping ‘impact’ around the blade, he prepared to face Oswald, who was coming at him with ‘shadow’.
But the holy sword’s strike was chipping away at ‘impact’ even more than before, becoming heavier than before.
This is when he finally understand just how outstanding Windsong Blade was.
This is also when he understand how grueling it would be to fight a holy sword without the power of a magic sword.
”…”
”────”
He’s being pushed back.
Before him are golden eyes that don’t even flinch.
As the holy sword’s blade approaches, the burning pain on his cheek intensifies.
”…”
Kian tries to jump backward.
But Oswald won’t let him escape.
Jumping faster than he could retreat, Oswald leaps at him, raising his holy sword.
(Damn, that strike was…)
He couldn’t block it.
Death was closing in.
A cold sweat drenched his skin, the chill of inevitability creeping through him.
With a desperate exhale, he shifted into Mist Form. His body evaporated into the air, vanishing in a wisp of vapor.
But it wouldn’t be enough. He could only remain in mist for a few precious seconds—no longer. And the Holy Sword of the Sun didn’t care about his tricks. Even in this ethereal state, it would still find him.
His heart raced. Trapped. There was no escape.
He’d already been at a disadvantage when his Windsong Blade shattered. This was the end.
(Sorry, everyone…!)
When Kian made up his mind.
”──I won’t let you”
An unbelievable voice echoed through the air.
”Ngh!?”
”Eh…!?”
”Break!”
Golden hair shimmered against the darkness of the night, and blood-red eyes gleamed with ominous intent.
A figure appeared before Kian’s eyes, a vision like something out of a dream—or nightmare. She wore a black dress, so revealing it seemed almost like something a high-class courtesan would wear. The fabric parted at her back, exposing her bare arms and shoulders, the skin pale and flawless against the night.
The short skirt revealed long, slender legs, graceful and lethal, each movement laced with an almost unnatural elegance.
”Nuuuuuu!”
With a powerful metallic clash, Oswald was flung back, his body skidding across the ground. His arm, covered in fluffy lace, had been struck by a sword—a demon’s blade, red as blood, held delicately by fingers as pale and sharp as a fish’s fin.
”Who are you?!”
Oswald’s voice barked, wild and confused. His eyes trembled with disbelief as he stared at her.
The girl, undeterred, gave a subtle flick of her short blonde hair, tied into twin braids that fluttered in the wind. Then, without a word, she silently extended the tip of the red sword, pointing it directly at him.
With a calm, chilling voice, she spoke, “Please, come over.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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