Chapter 31: Returnees Do Not Return (3)
‘Co to think of it, it's really strange.’
──Kkwaak.
Monika gripped her hand tightly. Her hand, made of flesh, and her prosthetic arm, made from the corpse of a monster. What Monika held in her two hands was not sothing like a rope. It was a hilt as thick as a person's calf.
‘To think that I, who was a janitor, am holding such a huge sword.’
A blade made of pure silver. Monika's face was reflected on its surface. Amber eyes sparkling between her stirring black hair. To think I can make such a clear expression. Monika thought with a hollow smile. To think I've been living with a face like a shriveled king oyster mushroom, and now…….
Suddenly, Alberge, who had been standing beside Monika, opened his mouth.
In the center of his fleshless, hazy skull, Alberge's reddish-black glint of light scanned Monika.
“Are you crazy? What are you talking about.”
Alberge nodded his head.
Kkwaak!
As the cast was completed, strength entered the chain.
Geugeuk, geugeuk! Dante's right side let out a pained sound. He twisted his body, grinding his hideous teeth. It was a matter of ti before the chain broke. Cracks began to form on its surface.
“Hurry! Please help .”
Fleur said, looking back at the professors.
“Please follow my instructions. We're going to separate Dante senior and the sword.”
Fleur relayed Monika's plan in a quick tone. To have the professor of the Departnt of Swordsmanship hold Dante's upper body. To have the professor of the Departnt of Spearmanship seal Dante's lower body. She asked the professor of the Departnt of Elental Studies for a binding spell, and Alberge stood facing Dante, maintaining his battle stance.
“──Now, Monika!”
And so, Fleur shouted,
“Huup!”
Monika inhaled. The outer wall of a nearby building. She ran up it. Her body tilting. Monika concentrated Aura towards the tips of her toes.
A green stalk of grass, beginning to bloom at her feet. Amber eyes, flashing towards the front. At the sa ti……,
‘I must not hesitate.’
──Kwaang!
The Aura was released along with her exhale.
The outer wall collapsed and Monika's body shot up. Just running wasn't enough. She needed a speed that could put strength into her blade. Monika's whole body, which had gained montum, was fired like a cannonball.
‘There's only one chance.’
Monika's brow contorted with pain. A sharp pain that shook her lower body. It must be because her bones were crushed. It was sothing she had expected. Because she had endured with her legs the Aura that should have been released through a weapon.
‘If my guess is right…….’
Amidst her whirling black hair,
Dante's sword was captured in Monika's vision.
Wrong. It's not Dante's sword. That is Felix Christian's sword. I have to tear that sword away. What's wrong is not Dante. A group of warships surrounding CIAR. If Felix's speech echoed from there, the culprit of all this must be Dante's teacher.
‘Separate them by force.’
Monika put all her strength into the great sword.
The misshapen flesh that wrapped around Dante's right hand. There was no ti to leisurely carve it out. She had no choice but to push with mass. She had to blow it away along with Felix's sword. Monika judged so.
‘I, it's important not to be greedy.’
Nuros Formal Swordsmanship, 3rd Section, ‘Full Bloom’.
A technique of gliding and cutting down.
Monika recalled Dante's advice.
‘When you're gliding, you get……, excited. So you move m, more than necessary.’
And so, Monika, reflected in Dante's unfocused eyes.
She extended her great sword with a mont in between, and,
──Kaaaang!
A tallic sound that shook Felix's sword.
‘Not yet!’
Monika's eyes, sharpening.
Tuduk, and. The sound of Dante's body crumbling was heard.
There was no ti to turn around and check. Felix's sword, torn away along with the hideous flesh. The thing that had been floating in the air suddenly stopped, and then, with the hilt as its axis, it spewed out skin. As if trying to reconstruct a body.
“Please!”
Monika aid her prosthetic arm at Felix's sword.
The cannon barrel, opening. After sticking the great sword into the ground, and holding the hilt with her left hand to maintain her posture,
“Break!”
──Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!
She poured out magic bullets.
The dirt powder swirled into a gust of wind. The skin, steeped in a gelatinous substance, rained down, and reddish-black blood settled on Monika's black hair.
Heok, heok…….
Monika leaned her weight against the guard of the great sword. She didn't even have the strength to stand. She stared straight ahead, hanging limply. Pulsseok, and. Felix's sword, stained with torn skin, was stuck in the ground. It looked shabby, as if it had returned to being an old sword.
‘Is it over now.’
Monika's body, crumbling downwards.
Soone's touch supported her.
“……Teacher?”
Monika's gaze widened.
She asked in a small voice.
“Teacher……, Abel?”
A face, captured in her hazy vision.
It was not Abel's. It was completed in the form of a woman as her focus returned.
“You did well, Miss Lohengrin. I ca at the request of Professor Argento.”
“……Vice President.”
Konstanze laid Monika on her lap.
The professors were supporting Dante from a distance, and Fleur was casting a healing spell on Monika.
“Monika is really reckless. Her shinbones are all crushed.”
This was Fleur's words.
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