135 – stimulus
Serena looked at Christine who was burning up both divine power and death, and for a moment thought about how to deal with that.
If it had been a different place, I would have avoided attacks here and there and dragged out the time, but now Serena was only in one room on the top floor of the palace.
Of course, it was a very large room for a single room, befitting an indoor space created for the purpose of Charlotte’s residence, but the reality was that no matter how wide the room was, it was not enough for the outdoors.
At most, after a few evasive moves, her body could touch the wall, and her master was behind her, so even though it was a very small space, there were even greater restrictions.
How could I avoid that crazy bitch in a place like that?
In addition, there was a risk that the entire palace would collapse if they fought the wrong way. Given the current situation Serena was in, it was an additional consideration.
Normally, he wouldn’t have cared at all whether the palace collapsed or not. Such consideration was absurd since Charlotte had a history of cutting down a wall and jumping through it because she didn’t want to look ugly.
In addition, the defensive magic circles that Charlotte had laid were lined up throughout the palace. He hates to admit it, but the defense magic surrounding the royal palace wasn’t so easy.
The problem was that those defensive magics could be subject to mana nullification and disappear if they did something wrong. Unenchanted, the palace was just an ordinary stone structure.
Christine opened her mouth first, as if she knew Serena’s mind, which was rotting in that way.
“Can’t you hear me?”
A poisonous question pierced Serena’s ears. At least now, as if his voice contained divine power, his ears rang.
Serena shook her head to clear her mind. There was no room to back down anyway, and she had no intention of giving up her master like this. then you have to fight
Without supplying mana, he aimed a completely transparent wind shear forward. I could feel the gust of wind in my palms.
“Aren’t you asking why did you hurt my god?”
hurt? Serena glanced back at her lord, who was still vomiting black blood and struggling to get somewhere.
It was a miserable sight. If Serena hadn’t been a knight of her lord, if she hadn’t always been a knight who had to show a resolute appearance, she would have cried while guarding her side.
“I didn’t.”
So Serena remained silent and told the truth. It really wasn’t Serena’s doing, so there was nothing to lie about and sleep on.
Despite telling the truth at best, Christine didn’t seem to believe Serena at all.
“A wicked pagan subject, now you’re even spouting lies with that filthy tongue?”
“Why do you think I lied? I said I didn’t do something I didn’t do. Don’t talk nonsense.”
“You said you didn’t do it. You didn’t hurt my god. Can you really take responsibility for those words? Can you handle your own lies? The sin of recklessly playing your tongue in front of my god is forgiven by offering himself as a sacrifice.” You will have to pray for it.”
At this point, even in the position of answering, annoyance soared.
For whatever reason, that religious man was thinking that Serena was the culprit who made her master look like that.
It was a very serious insult to Serena to consider the knight to have attacked its lord. This time, the blue eyes began to look at Christine with a lively look.
The reason Serena wounded her lord was to fulfill her wish of ending immortality, and there was no meaning beyond that.
To attack the lord and to injure the lord. These two things look similar at first glance, but show a very big difference.
Occasionally, very occasionally, Serena would find joy in the act of covering the wounds inflicted by her master on another woman with her own, but that was only incidental.
Although Serena would never know that it was the result of a slight leak of a sadism that was so weakly seated in her heart.
“I’m a knight who serves my lord. That’s why I hurt my lord?”
“Did you say you’re a knight now? Did you call yourself a knight serving your lord?”
A mischievous smile crept across Christine’s lips. It was an ominous smile.
“So you’re saying that my god became like that? He accomplished his mission wonderfully.”
A large crack appeared on Serena’s face, who had maintained an expressionless expression throughout. It was a provocation that touched two reverses at once.
While referring to the boy as her own god rather than Serena’s lord, the taunt contained mockery to Serena for not being able to properly protect her lord even though she was a knight.
Naturally, there was no way Serena would remain rational after hearing such ridicule.
“If you want to die like that, I’ll do as you wish.”
“Kill me. Kill me. Can you? Can you? Do you believe that a mere heretic can surely hurt me, whom God looks down upon?”
I had to empty my mind to deal with Christine, but I couldn’t do that right now. Anger welled up in his head.
If it hadn’t been for that provocation, Christine would have been able to keep her composure if her lord had ordered her to calm down, even if she had been ridiculed.
But now, her master was in a state of near death, and the provocation had already stopped. The possibility of calming down was infinitely close to zero.
“I will make you regret those words.”
Serena kicked off the ground and bounced forward. He didn’t strengthen his body with mana, but it was a speed that most humans couldn’t handle.
Seeing this, Christine stomped her feet vigorously. The impact cracked the floor and let out an ominous noise. Debris fell to the floor beneath it.
The extremely weak floor could not withstand Serena’s next jump and sank into the bottom. In an instant, the body collapsed and staggered greatly.
Serena took a deep breath. Even if there was no physical enhancement, the point of losing balance with such tricks was long overdue.
He took his left foot out with a jerk. Anyway, the distance was enough. He pulled out his left foot and turned his body around using his right foot, which was still stuck in the crack.
And with the power to rotate her body, she swung a wind shear at Christine.
It was impossible to visually check the wind shear because it was not covered with mana, but Christine felt that Serena had something in her hand.
He clenched his fist and reached forward to strike it back.
“I said, obviously, that it makes me regret it.”
I couldn’t feel any sensation in my fist, which was supposed to have struck something in Serena’s hand. There was no sword to return the fist, so the body leaned forward.
Christine hurriedly straightened herself, but it was already after Serena dug into her side. A transparent sword appeared again in Serena’s hand as she bent down and prepared to stab.
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Just before Christine’s fist and the wind shear’s blade collide, returning the sword to the wind, throwing it off balance.
It was a skill that was only possible because it was wind shear, and it was a trick that was possible because Christine, who fought only based on her instincts, was her opponent.
If it was Christine, she wouldn’t care if Serena cheated or not, she would just come punch her.
Serena, who recreated the wind shear in her hand, stabbed the sword as hard as she could. The clear tip of the knife dug right into Christine’s side.
“Hey?!”
Christine’s body stiffened. A strong pain was transmitted from the side that had been hit directly by the wind shear. It was a pain I had never experienced before.
It was not only Christine who was surprised, but also the attacker and Charlotte who were watching.
Both because it was the first time he had seen Christine frown in pain.
It was an attack that was only seen as a simple way to pass the time, but the fact that the attack worked made Serena widen her eyes in surprise even after she stabbed her.
The body, which was trained to the limit, continued to attack even while the head was startled. He took the knife from his side and raised his chin from the bottom to the top. Christine’s head snapped back.
I stepped out with my left foot and almost doubled the size of my wind shear. Wind shear was possible because the size was not specifically decided.
Usually, it is made with the most suitable length for wielding and used, but in the current situation, the destructive power when wielding is more important than the appropriate length for wielding.
Serena grabbed the wind shear, which turned into a greatsword the size of her height, with both hands, and struck Christine with it.
Christine’s body, which was hit with a direct blow, floated and flew toward the opposite wall. The body that flew to that distance completely shattered the wall it collided with.
A loud crackling sound could be heard from the other side of the collapsed wall.
Only then did Serena look at the wind shear in her hand with a dumbfounded expression. I still don’t understand how this happened.
“My dear, you have given that beast a very good weapon.”
Charlotte murmured as she cut off the limbs of the boy who struggled with his regenerated limbs and tried to go somewhere.
Charlotte knew very well what kind of bitch Christine was.
Serena was the one who dealt with Christine most of the time, making an exception for herself because her magic was sealed and she couldn’t even be an opponent.
Each time, that religious man took care of Serena’s attacks without hesitation and jumped at him.
Christine was the kind of person who ran like a mad bitch as if she didn’t perceive pain at all, whether she was knocked to the ground, run over by a building, or beaten all over.
It was the first time. To show Christine flinching at the fact that she was hit with something like that.
Even without mana.
“…lord.”
Serena’s eyes as she looked at the wind shear changed to affectionate. It was a look with complex feelings in many ways.
If this is the will of my lord, I will gladly obey. Returning the wind shear back to its original size, Serena pointed the tip of her sword over the wall.
It couldn’t be better now that the mad bitch had room to respond. If I had the means to attack, I was confident that even if I couldn’t win, at least I wouldn’t lose.
After all, it is a year that moves only by instinct, without any technology. Serena was full of tactics to deal with such a human being.
The performance of the wind shear was not outstanding enough to cause pain to Christine, but it was because the boy had been recognized as its master in the past, even though it was weakly imprinted on it, but no one knew that.
“Hee hee hee, hee hee.”
Christine emerged from the other side of the collapsed wall with a ghastly laugh. It was a fairly clean look for someone who completely destroyed a wall and returned from being stuck somewhere.
“Did you dare to attack me?”
The eyes fixed on Serena were released to the point where no light could be found. Two yellow pupils of familiar colors, containing the abyss, turned towards Serena.
The spot that had been hit by the wind shear was slightly red and swollen. Perhaps, it’s the pain I’ve felt in a very long time.
“This proves it.”
Christine didn’t answer. Maybe it was because he was lost in his own world and muttered frantically to himself, not listening to Serena.
“Not the god of four years, but my lord.”
The self-talk stopped. The laughter has gone. A pair of yellow jewels whose light had completely gone out looked at Serena.
“What did you say to my god?”
“Have you not heard? If so, I will tell you again and again. It is not the god of four years, but my lord.”
And, wedged. It was time to return the provocation I received earlier.
“My lord must have been tired of playing the role of a god of four years.
