"...Yes." Lancelot said expressionlessly, "You, who have returned at this ti, will only beco my enemy, won’t you?"
Whether this judgnt of "enemy" was made from the standpoint of the Elf Knight under Morgan’s command, or from another standpoint, no one knows.
However, this does not include Reiger.
"Seeing you now, I only feel that my return is tily." Reiger said with a half-smile, "Otherwise, ’that person’ behind you might do sothing stupid, right?"
Hearing this, Lancelot’s expression suddenly changed.
"...What do you know?"
The killing intent in Lancelot’s eyes intensified.
In response, Reiger spoke, unsure whether out of sympathy or pity.
"You now look nothing like the Lancelot I knew," Reiger said.
In Reiger’s mory, this dragon-like elf in front of him, though appearing aloof, was actually approachable and easy to get along with.
Back when Reiger was brought back to Calot by Morgan, Lancelot often visited his room.
The two would drink tea and chat together. Although their positions were different, there was an unspoken mutual understanding between them, and they enjoyed that way of getting along.
Even if they agreed to fight again soday to determine a true winner, it was only based on their positions without any hatred involved.
But now, Lancelot’s deanor nearly overturned Reiger’s understanding of her.
The aura filled with killing intent, her eyes filled with ferocity and determination, did not match the impression of the aloof Elf Knight in Reiger’s mind at all.
"..."
Lancelot seed to sense this, and after a few seconds of silence...
Seeing Lancelot like this, the sympathy and pity in Reiger’s eyes gradually faded.
"I’m not here for you today." Reiger said indifferently, "If there is anything, wait until I finish talking with Morgan."
Upon hearing this, Lancelot’s cold voice sounded again.
"Don’t forget, you fled during the wedding with Her Majesty, and you are currently wanted."
"Plus, you gravely injured Gawain, killed Bawan Xi and Woodworth, and even obstructed Her Majesty’s purification of Norwich."
"Do you think you have the qualifications to et Her Majesty now?"
In response to Lancelot’s words, Reiger’s reply was unusually simple.
"At least she doesn’t have to worry about stabbing her in the back." Reiger’s gaze turned sarcastic as he looked at Lancelot, "Unlike certain despicable rats who only dare to employ tricks behind the scenes. Don’t you think so?"
These words seed to deeply insult and provoke Lancelot, making her face change again.
"Boom!"
The emotions in her heart turned into substantial magic power that erupted, and Lancelot, filled with anger, launched an assault again, transforming into a white teor charging towards Reiger.
The extre speed, which once troubled Reiger, forced him to use all sorts of acceleration magic just to barely cope with it.
But now, in Reiger’s eyes, Lancelot’s speed seed insufficient.
"Swoosh!"
Just as Lancelot’s thrust was about to hit Reiger, this ti, Reiger didn’t choose to take it head-on but suddenly disappeared, dodging the blow.
"A strike full of killing intent. Its power is stronger than before, but why do I feel less threatened by you now than in the past?"
This voice ca from behind Lancelot, making her pupils contract sharply.
Without thinking much, Lancelot turned around abruptly, slashing behind her.
But this slash also missed its target.
"Snap!"
With a crisp sound, a hand reached out from behind Lancelot, striking heavily on her slender shoulder.
"It seems our agreent to fight again will have to be canceled."
Appearing behind Lancelot once more, Reiger said this sentence calmly.
"The current you are simply not my match."
Comparing the current Reiger to his past self, the difference is more than significant.
When Reiger first arrived in this world, he was at most Lv.7. Although possessing combat power beyond his level, the gap between him and Lancelot, Gawain, and others wasn’t too huge.
Now, Reiger has reached Lv.9 and learned a whole new system of abilities, making his combat strength more than ten tis stronger than before.
Reiger doesn’t even need to display much combat power; just relying on [Limitless Curse] can make Lancelot helpless against him.
"I’m no longer interested in the current you."
"Step aside, naless dragon."
These words differed from the earlier sarcasm and provocation, carrying an inexplicable sense of disappointnt.
"You...?!
Lancelot reacted even more than before, with astonishing magic power bursting from her body as she turned to slash straight at Reiger’s head.
"[Stop.]"
A curse filled with power was calmly uttered from the motionless Reiger, causing an invisible wave of curse power to spread through the air.
"————!"
Lancelot’s turning slash halted next to Reiger’s neck, and she found herself unable to move, her eyes wide with disbelief.
She struggled, and magic power surged throughout her body, but it only made her body tremble slightly, unable to regain movent.
However, this display made Reiger raise an eyebrow again.
"As expected from an elf with absurdly high resistance to sorcery and magic. Even if I use curses, you still have a certain degree of resistance, huh."
If not for the fact that Reiger has beco vastly different now, and his curse power output is exceedingly high, Lancelot’s resistance and the elf’s protection might actually have rendered a re curse unable to bind her.
"What a pity..."
Reiger muttered without explaining what he found pitiful.
After all, he truly had lost interest in Lancelot now.
Not because he had grown stronger or because Lancelot was no longer an equal opponent.
The reason for losing interest in Lancelot now is simply that Reiger knows she is just a puppet being manipulated.
"A dragon controlled by a clown cannot fly freely through the skies."
Reiger spoke indifferently.
"Who are you now, really?"
"Lancelot?"
"Or..."
Without finishing the sentence, Reiger casually walked past Lancelot, whose eyes were trembling incessantly.
"If you want to be my enemy, wait until you’ve reclaid your true na or found yourself."
With those words, Reiger stopped paying attention to Lancelot and, with a flicker, flew downward.
Leaving Lancelot alone, still fixed in place, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
...
The brief skirmish in the sky was witnessed by the residents of Calot.
With the eyesight of fairies, even at a distance, they could clearly see the entire battle.
Seeing Lancelot easily defeated, the fairies began to clamor.
"Lord Lancelot... actually lost?"
"And lost so easily?"
"That’s the strongest Elf Knight!"
"...Is a defeated strongest still the strongest?"
The fairies buzzed and couldn’t help but reveal malice in their words.
Seeing Lancelot easily defeated, they felt not only shock but also pleasure.
It was as if witnessing a perfect artwork being smashed, a beautiful goddess being kicked off her pedestal, a vindictive pleasure flowing through their veins.
Unaware of all this and uninterested, Reiger had already descended and appeared before Morgan...
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