Chapter 106
Right Person, Right Place (2)
“Just go straight.”
“Got it.”
After hearing a rough explanation, the assassin nodded. She briefly explained how to find one’s way in the desert.
After learning enough, she brought Winter and Aro into the mirage.
“Ring the Bell. Keep shaking it.”
Thinking she must not lose it, Winter kept waving the flag with intense concentration.
The energy created from Winter’s Divine Power fluttered, indicating the direction of the wind. Aro, experiencing a mirage for the first ti, had her eyes closed as she sensed the surrounding magic.
“We’re almost there!”
Aro shouted loudly after confirming that the density of magic was gradually decreasing.
Hearing her, I urged the desert ostrich to go faster. When I grabbed its neck, it stuck out its tongue and ran with all its might.
“We’re through!”
Aro shouted again as she realized the strange concentration of magic had disappeared. Only then could the group stop for a mont.
Unlike at the Giant’s Tomb, this required constant focus, so Winter was dripping with sweat.
“Winter. Gate of Valhalla.”
“Huh? Oh. But how do I use it?”
That was the biggest problem. Winter was frustrated, not knowing how to use the Gate of Valhalla at all.
I handed her a canteen to calm her down. Realizing she had grown anxious, Winter made a startled expression and shook the flag.
―Clink.
Listening to the sacred resonance that cald her mind, Winter composed her emotions.
“Wait.”
Seeing Winter repeatedly trying sothing, I finally took out the Holy Scripture.
As the softly glowing scripture appeared, both Winter—who had been struggling—and Aro—who had been helping her—turned their gaze toward it.
“Anaye-nim. I need the Gate of Valhalla, how do I use it?”
Aro’s expression subtly changed when she saw using the Holy Scripture in such a bizarre way.
Ignoring her reaction, I asked the scripture once more, and finally, it began to move.
“Hm?”
The scripture suddenly disappeared, then reappeared above Winter’s flag and dropped straight down.
As it fell, it opened forcefully at just the right timing and smacked the flag. The impact was so strong that the flag flew out of Winter’s grasp.
“Ahh!”
Startled, Winter let out a sharp scream. The flag, apparently hurt quite badly, twisted its body around.
Perhaps because its base was the Holy Brush, its previously rigid form was gone, and it began moving freely like a living rope.
“W-What is that.”
Everyone stared blankly at the scene. Since it had never moved after becoming a flag, we thought it had lost that function.
But after getting smacked once by the scripture, it reverted to its old foolish self. The flag approached the scripture and struck what seed to be a rather cool pose.
“I’m asking just in case… that’s not so kind of courtship dance, right?”
Aro, seeing a moving Holy Brush for the first ti, asked cautiously. I shook my head.
“It’s done that before. Of course, it got rejected back then too.”
“How tragic.”
With a more sympathetic expression than ever, Aro watched the flag earnestly trying to court it.
“F-Flag!”
Then, after getting smacked once more by the scripture, the flag whimpered and rushed over to Winter. Seeing its pitiful state, Winter felt a surge of emotion.
I let out a small sigh and put the Holy Scripture away. The picky Anaye was not satisfied with sothing like the Holy Brush.
“Since Anaye-nim is a goddess, does that an the scripture is female? And the Holy Brush is male?”
“…Since when do objects have genders?”
I quietly rebuked Aro, who couldn’t resist saying nonsense. Aro twitched her lips.
“But still. That kind of courtship dance is usually done to appeal to the opposite sex, right?”
I shook my head at Aro’s question. She was already recognizing the scripture and the flag as a single living entity.
“Courtship is an act for reproduction. In other words, its purpose is mating. But neither the scripture nor the flag has such a function.”
“Ah, I see.”
As I continued speaking, Aro’s expression beca dejected. I glanced at her briefly before continuing.
“That’s agape love.”
“Oh! Agape love! That sounds cool! What is it?”
I let out a small chuckle at Aro’s reaction, which was like that of a high school girl.
“It ans unconditional love. Well… it refers to a form of love as equivalence and ideal toward the Idea. I also love Anaye-nim in that way.”
“?”
Sensing sothing was going strangely, Aro tilted her head. I was just rambling about what little I knew anyway.
“The Holy Scripture is essentially an existence akin to Anaye-nim’s alter ego. Loving that scripture is, in other words, loving Anaye-nim.”
“Hey, whitey! The Gate of Valhalla thing!”
As my explanation continued, Aro hurriedly called for Winter. Winter, who had been talking with the flag about sothing, finally lifted her head.
“Ah! Yes! Flag, can you use sothing called the Gate of Valhalla?”
At Winter’s extrely polite and cautious tone, I shook my head. It didn’t seem like it would respond just because she asked like that.
“Wow! Senior!”
“…Well done.”
It told her. At Winter’s request, the flag bobbed its head and suddenly drew an X in the air.
With the X at its center, space cracked open, and a door similar to the one we saw at the entrance of the Sanctuary appeared. I gave an awkward complint to Winter, who called out to .
“Co out. Let’s go.”
Beyond the door was another space. The assassin and her group, who had been waiting quietly, stared at us with wide eyes.
At the call to hurry, the assassin hesitated briefly before stepping through the door with confident strides.
“…It really is a portal. A rare ability.”
Seeing the assassin’s genuine admiration, Winter smiled brightly.
***
“Did you receive contact?”
At Soloven’s question, Rama answered with a nod.
Since the desert dayti quickly faded, darkness had already spread everywhere. Fortunately, the moonlight was unusually bright.
“I sent my attendants. But it seems they encountered a mirage.”
“I see.”
Hearing Rama’s words, Soloven frowned. She was well aware of the notorious nature of mirages.
“It’ll take so ti then.”
“Probably. They should arrive tomorrow.”
After speaking, Rama surveyed the battlefield with a heavy heart. The sll of blood was thick in the air from all directions.
Whether enemy or ally, to Rama, they were all forces of the Kargula Family. Among them were many he had known since childhood.
“The movent is unusual. Prepare for battle.”
“Alright.”
At Rama’s words, Soloven headed toward the troops without complaint.
While she did not overly accommodate Rama, who was temporarily leading, she showed him respect. Then Soloven roared.
“Battle! Prepare!”
At her furious voice, those who had been keeping watch or resting began to move busily. Watching the battle formation take shape in an instant, Rama drew his sword.
The barrier surrounding the villa was disappearing. And the massive gate that had firmly guarded the entrance of the villa slowly began to open.
“Charge!”
Rama, who rushed forward first, shouted as he raised his sword high. Countless soldiers followed behind him, charging with a great roar.
Enemies began to erge from the villa. Each one of them had a bizarre appearance, draped in strange cloth.
“Hold the line!”
There was one person who passed by Rama, who had only just risen from his sickbed and had yet to fully recover.
Soloven, with her purple ponytail, gripped her massive shield—her pride—and launched into a fierce charge.
Flas seed to surge around her before gathering onto her shield.
“They’re enhanced soldiers!”
Soloven struck the first enemy that erged while maintaining her stance with the shield. From that point, flas fierce enough to lt even rock erupted outward.
The nearby enemies hit by the most concentrated flas lted without leaving a trace, but those struck by comparatively weaker flas quickly regenerated their wounds and charged again.
Informing everyone of the existence of enhanced soldiers with extrely high regeneration, Soloven drew her sword.
“……”
The forces gathered under Rama’s request were all exceptional. Not only the Rahorakti led by Soloven, but even the desert tribe’s soldiers were of high quality.
However, their compatibility with the enemy was poor. At so point, the enemy appeared draped in the hides of Fiendbeasts.
Every single one of them displayed trendous regeneration and relentlessly tore into Rama’s forces.
“The desert tribe on the left, fall back! The Rahorakti in the center, keep pushing forward!”
Rama’s command had, at so point, shifted toward minimizing damage.
Realizing that his earlier command—cutting through the enemy like a hot knife through butter—was no longer effective, he quickly switched to a defensive approach.
“Form a battle line centered around Soloven!”
Watching Soloven unleash another massive burst of flas, Rama shouted at the top of his lungs.
Fortunately, Soloven’s skill exceeded expectations. She had made remarkable progress in just a year.
“Lord Rama. The enemy keeps pouring in.”
The one commanding the unit composed solely of desert assassins appeared quietly and delivered the grim news.
Clicking his tongue, Rama swung his sword, cutting down enemies that had broken through the front and entered their formation.
“They ca prepared!”
With the assassins’ reinforcent giving him a mont to breathe, Rama scanned the battlefield. The situation slightly favored their side.
However, this balance would not last long. Rama contemplated whether to pull the front line back.
“Rama! Look at the sky!”
Soloven, who was at the forefront swinging her shield and sword, called out to Rama. Her voice was so loud that everyone could hear it.
Not only Rama, but others as well looked up at the sky as if drawn by her voice.
“What is that.”
In the night sky, filled with darkness and illuminated only by bright moonlight, sothing shone in a strange way.
If the villa was to the north from their position, then the source of that light was to the northwest. Looking at it, located west of the villa, Soloven grinned.
“The Cult Leader of the Anaye Religious Order has arrived!”
What surged upward into the sky was a massive streak of lightning. The destructive power that illuminated the surroundings revealed itself.
Gritting her teeth, Soloven shouted. Even if the arriving force numbered fewer than ten, their quality was different.
Though it was a newly established Religious Order, its Cult Leader had personally co.
“Wooooaaahhh!”
The soldiers who didn’t fully understand cheered at the fact that soone as significant as a Cult Leader had co as reinforcents.
Along with that, their voices grew even louder as they looked at the distant streak of lightning.
The lightning, which had continued to grow, began to take shape at so point.
What had spread like tree branches gathered together and beca orderly. Soon, it transford into a massive spear.
“Front line! Raise your shields!”
The silhouette leaping high into the air was Davide Duhein. The light emitted by the Lightning Spike of Anaye vividly revealed Davide’s figure right beside it.
Upon confirming this, Soloven quickly commanded the troops. The Rahorakti soldiers, each holding shields, raised them and covered the front.
―Kiiiiing.
The sound of high-heat lightning burning the air could be heard. Then, the Lightning Spike was fired. It shot forward at a terrifying speed toward the entrance of the villa.
“Close your eyes!”
In an instant, the world flashed brightly. The imnse heat didn’t just burn away the majority of the enemy forces facing the allies—it incinerated the villa’s entrance in a single mont.
Though the damage was halted by a hastily activated barrier, two-thirds of the enemy forces vanished from that single strike.
“Finish off the remnants!”
Seeing the remaining enemies writhing from severe electric shock, Rama shouted loudly.
It didn’t take long to deal with what were essentially slightly tougher, unmoving scarecrows.
“Hey. I’m here.”
Rama burst into hearty laughter as he looked at Davide, who greeted him playfully.
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