This is only natural.
Unlike the past, Reiger’s strength has grown trendously.
When he first encountered Charity, he was only Lv.7, but now he has reached Lv.9, and he has reached the extre state of all capability values at the SSS stage. Further advancent would be a brand new level that is unprecedented and unparalleled in the Earth Mistake World.
His strength has improved by leaps and bounds compared to back then.
His level alone has increased by two steps, let alone his actual combat power, which is undoubtedly far beyond just two levels ahead.
Even without considering the acquisition of powers from a new system, all his developnt abilities have made a significant progress, especially the "Swift Attack" ability, which has advanced several stages.
This has enhanced his reflexes and reaction speed imnsely, so even if Charity relies on her Extraordinary Intuition to perform astonishing feats, Reiger can react instantly, no longer having his battle rhythm disrupted by her seemingly prescient actions as before.
In short, Reiger now has the capability to prevent Charity from touching him.
Even if he still feels combative towards Charity as before, their battle now holds no suspense.
"Do you still not understand this?"
This seemingly soliloquizing statent from him was t only with Charity’s persistent charge forward.
Reiger silently expressed his refusal, while Charity silently expressed her determination.
Clenching her lips and holding her sword with a grip so tight her fingers turned white, her whole body exuded a flood of coldness, emanating an ancient, mysterious, and weathered aura.
Clearly, Charity had harnessed the power of the Ice Holy Sword to its peak.
The slash that would follow was destined to be far more impressive and earth-shattering than any previous strike.
Very likely, everything within a radius of several kiloters, including Charity herself, would soon be frozen into a desolate ice and snow landscape.
In the face of this magnificent slash, Reiger finally refrained from activating [Injustice Ga] to swap positions this ti.
"[Freeze.]"
Facing the incoming strike from Charity, Reiger calmly spoke words imbued with power.
The force of the spell spread obscurely, causing ripples on the surface of the space.
Thus...Charity stopped.
Very abruptly.
Very suddenly.
Her Inheritance Sword was clearly about to strike, yet it and her entire being seed to freeze in the space between heaven and earth, coming to a complete halt.
"————!"
Charity’s eyes widened, unable to make any other movent.
"Goodbye."
Reiger spoke with a calm face as if nothing had happened.
"Or perhaps... farewell forever."
With that, Reiger turned around, clutching the back collar of the "Giga" in his hand.
"————!————!"
Gazing at that all-too-familiar back, strong emotions finally welled up in Charity’s widened eyes.
At that mont, mories of her life flooded back to Charity.
In the Tistis Kingdom, she was known as the Valkyrie, a person whose identity remained an enigma.
Although most people had presumptuously assud she was a little-known princess of the royal family, as she once told Reiger, she was not a royal princess but rely a descendant of a branch family that extended its lineage within the Tistis Kingdom.
The branch family she belonged to had long fallen beyond the description of destitute and was indeed completely in decline.
Even her grandfather, the highest-ranked in the family, was rely an alchemist in a multinational Magic Comrce, still at the basic level, working as an ordinary craftsman creating magic tools for a living.
Her parents were even more ordinary, devoid of talent in magic, with neither weltering nor thriving swordsmanship. Becoming a knight in the service of a minor noble’s family was nothing more than a pipe dream.
Yet, this side branch family constantly fantasized about returning to the kingdom, reentering noble circles, prompting each generation to procreate prolifically.
Her grandfather had a total of six siblings.
Her parents also had many siblings.
Even she herself had nurous brothers and sisters.
However...each one was quite diocre, utterly ordinary, aside from the family size continually increasing, nothing else changed, and, if anything, the older generations had to work even harder to sustain so many people.
And it was in such an environnt that she...was born.
Her arrival altered the fate of the family.
For she was a rare genetic throwback, with her bloodline reverting to its roots. In terms of the purity of her lineage alone, she surpassed any current royal succession and was even deed comparable to the first queen!
This incident, while not widely shocking, did catch the attention of the royal family and the current queen.
Thus, Charity’s existence was secretly concealed by the queen at a young age.
"If this child’s existence is exposed, it would not bode well for you."
"At least until she grows up, exposure would inevitably provoke apprehensions among the royal mbers."
"So let her grow in secret for now, and I will send soone to bring her over once she cos of age."
The queen thus inford her grandfather and family mbers before leaving.
From then on, Charity beca the hope of the entire family.
However, the family mbers did not realize that Charity was far more talented than they ever imagined.
Like Beluti, she began forming mories on her very first day of life, capable of perceiving the true thoughts buried deep within anyone’s heart through her innate extrasensory perception.
Thus, though she secretly resided within the family like Altoria, the true intentions of those around her were as clear to her as day.
She could detect the ulterior motive beneath her grandfather’s kind facade, harboring desires of riches and luxury, using her existence as a pathway.
She could feel the longing hidden beneath her parents’ indulgent glances, a covetous dream for becoming nobility and ambition.
Regardless of whether it was her siblings, uncles, or even her grandfather’s generation, they all greeted her with smiles and spoiled her, but failing to train diligently, grow quickly, or realize the family’s dreams soon enough to be taken away by the queen, would prompt all sorts of covert asures from them.
Sibling tattletales...
Demands from uncles and aunts...
The occasionally twisted and ferocious scoldings from her grandfather and parents...
Charity observed all these clearly.
She, undoubtedly akin to Altoria back then, dwelled amidst the storm of the world’s malevolence.
This storm hid in daylight, lurked in shadows, perhaps unseen by day, yet ever-present.
The difference between Charity and Altoria was that she refused to feign compliance or return their smiles, instead lifting her sword and swinging towards any malice exposed before her, with unabashed and bone-chilling ruthlessness...
And so, Charity’s world was cleansed.
All malice transford into fear.
Every family mber ceased their superficial kindness and instead gazed upon her with eyes laden with terror.
When the queen eventually sent for Charity, they no longer expressed joy, but rather displayed relief as if they’d sent off a demon.
After reaching the royal capital, Charity once again wielded her sword against those who harbored malice towards her.
Thus, she vanquished all her enemies.
Thus, she severed all malice.
In her life, wielding her sword had long beco the sole act of maintaining her self-identity.
Only by wielding her sword could she continue moving forward, continue asserting her self, and continue upholding her dignity.
Therefore...
"I...must wield the sword!"
Her ice-blue eyes turned a blood red.
The Valkyrie succumbed to her madness.
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