Seeing the girl imdiately grow smug, Rayleigh felt he had caught a glimpse of the princess's fundantally troubleso nature.
He examined the spiritual threads extending from his fingertips.
Only he could see them—thin strands of Reiryoku descending from above and connecting to the blond girl's body.
This was the Quincy clan's secret technique, Ransōtengai.
Right now, Eleonora was essentially a marionette being controlled by him.
Originally, this was a supre technique created by the Quincy to prevent aging bodies and severe injuries from affecting their ability to fight.
In the face of this technique, things like dissolved muscles, severed tendons, broken bones, and fractures had no aning.
Because what was actually controlling the body was spiritual power.
He had also tried using it on Jäger, but it had failed.
It seed this technique could only control oneself, or individuals far weaker than oneself.
If the target was even slightly too strong, they could directly resist it.
Through these spiritual threads, he had also injected Kaidō into the girl's body, repairing her muscle strain.
And because of that operation, he discovered sothing else: he could cast Kidō through the body of the person he was controlling.
Just now, he had controlled Eleonora's body and used Shunpo.
Perhaps the intense pain she felt in that instant had triggered a massive surge of adrenaline.
Her ankle still had not recovered.
The girl had not yet realized that her ankle was already swollen.
The power of Kaidō was gathering there, repairing the overburdened joint.
'Too weak.'
'I have to control her with far more precision.'
Rayleigh reviewed his own handling of the technique, then moved his fingers slightly.
Eleonora's body moved again.
The sword in the girl's hand thrust straight forward.
Its target was Jäger's eye.
Jäger was startled and hurriedly raised his sword to parry.
But the girl's sword rely tapped lightly against Jäger's blade before imdiately pulling away.
'Hm?'
'That light?'
Right.
The princess's ability values were at the lowest rank.
The difference in strength between them was as vast as heaven and earth.
'Heh.'
'That's right.'
'There's no need to panic at all.'
Jäger recovered from his alarm and imdiately wanted to toss out a few cocky words, hoping to recover the dignity he had just dropped all over the floor.
But the mont he moved his sword away, he saw a small, pale fist flying toward his face.
Aaaah!
Before Jäger could react, the punch landed squarely on his eye socket.
Tears burst from his eyes!
He stumbled backward several steps, clutching his eye and groaning nonstop.
'H-how is this possible?'
'Why is the princess's fist so strong?'
'I'm Level 2!'
Jäger's ugly display made the surrounding spectators ridicule him, while also drawing a great deal of doubt and surprise.
The doubt was directed at Jäger.
The surprise was directed at the princess.
"T-the princess is actually suppressing Jäger?"
"No way!"
"The princess is getting stronger the longer she fights. Don't tell Jäger is going to lose!"
"What kind of joke is this? He can't even beat a woman?"
The doubts surrounding him grew denser, turning piercing and unbearable.
Jäger clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, then raised his head and glared viciously at Eleonora.
"Haaah!"
Jäger finally beca serious.
The speed he erupted with in that instant was several tis greater than before.
In a flash, he arrived in front of the princess, holding his sword with both hands.
Eleonora was startled by his speed.
But the response her body made did not match her panicked expression at all.
She calmly raised her free left hand.
With the heel of her palm facing upward, she pushed directly against the poml of Jäger's sword.
Jäger's montum halted.
Eleonora turned her body slightly, then extended one leg to block Jäger's shin. Just like that, Jäger fell forward, face-first toward the floor.
Bang!
After Jäger, clad in knight armor, collapsed, he struggled several tis before barely managing to turn himself over.
Pfft.
When the girl saw his sorry state, she could not help but laugh in an extrely unkind manner.
Jäger's neck turned red with anger.
He punched the ground, then actually began removing his knight armor on the spot.
In his eyes, it was this heavy armor that had caused him to be repeatedly toyed with by a weak woman.
The people around them seed to think the sa thing.
The mont Jäger removed his armor, the sa thought appeared in their minds.
The ga was over.
This ti, Jäger did not even throw out any threats. He simply slashed directly at Eleonora.
He intended to overwhelm all technique with pure force.
The fastest, strongest strike!
He would end the fight imdiately.
There were healers present so the princess would not die.
Besides, it was necessary to brand his future woman with awe and fear toward him.
Rayleigh could tell at a glance that his opponent had developed killing intent.
He lifted his finger slightly and Eleonora began to move.
She did not dodge or retreat, she charged straight toward Jäger.
When the distance was right, she raised her left hand and placed her palm directly against the side of the rapidly descending blade.
Blue patterns covered her beautiful hand.
With a light push, Jäger imdiately felt a trendous force applied sideways to his sword, causing his whole body to tilt sharply.
Eleonora lifted her leg high and kicked Jäger in the neck.
A ringing filled his ears as Jäger's consciousness instantly drifted away.
His mind went blank.
Then Eleonora slashed Jäger across the abdon, only stopping after that.
The intense pain dragged Jäger back from his numb daze.
He clutched his stomach and knelt on the ground in agony, his face pressed to the floor, his eyes filled with fear.
He could feel blood spraying out of his abdon.
'So hot.'
'Scalding hot.'
And yet his body was growing colder and colder.
"H-help! Help ! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Save ! Healer, hurry and save !"
Jäger began crying for help at the top of his lungs.
His disgraceful behavior made the people present show expressions of disgust.
Even so, Marius still ordered the healers to use healing magic on him.
After all, this was a Level 2 "high-grade combat asset."
Then he looked at his younger sister in surprise.
"Aisha, when did you beco so strong? Your skill—who taught you?"
Seeing that her elder brother had stepped forward without offering even the slightest word of concern, the blond girl felt her heart fill with disappointnt.
At the sa ti, she gave up on him completely.
He was no longer the elder brother from her childhood.
Now, he was only His Majesty the King of Rakia.
And so, she ignored him entirely.
Instead, she looked toward Ares.
"I won. Will you honor your promise, Lord God?"
"Well done, girl, what a beautiful swordsmanship. You were practically like a Valkyrie! This only makes feel even more strongly that bringing you into my Familia is the right choice."
"What?"
Eleonora's expression changed when she heard Ares's words.
She questioned him sharply, "Are you saying you don't intend to keep your promise?"
"No. Gods do not break promises. But in war, victory and defeat are common occurrences. Even as the god of war, I am no exception. This ti, it is true that you won. But I can wage war again and again without limit. As long as I am not dead, I will continue doing so forever!"
The princess was stunned.
She had never imagined that a dignified god could be so shaless.
And that he would act so openly unreasonable.
Was this what a god was?
When he said those words, there was not the slightest guilt or sha in him. Instead, he was simply carrying out his own beliefs.
Were the values of gods truly so difficult for humans to understand?
"Blood kin of Marius, you have already fought once. I will not take advantage of your exhaustion. Tomorrow, I will arrange for you to fight a new opponent."
"As for the banquet, it will proceed as planned. Consider it an early celebration for such an excellent mber joining my Familia!"
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