War of the Underworld
Translation of Sword Art Online’s volume 16, chapter 18.
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War of the Underworld
7th Day of the 11th Month of Human Empire Calendar 380
Solus’s afterglow dyed the gate isolating the two worlds in the red of blood.
«Great East Gate».
The humongous structure, built at the hands of gods, that isolated the Human Empire and Dark Empire for over three hundred years started crumbling away this very moment.
Tremors thundered throughout the world like roars from some immense beast in the Great Gate’s death throes, the last of its effectively infinite Life dripping away, while the five thousand in the Human Empire Defense Army and fifty thousand in the invading army watched on without a word. Those crossed from the Human Empire’s central capital, Centoria, in the east to the land of darkness’s imperial capital, Obsidia, in the west as distant, ominous thunder, prompting all in the Underworld to peer up towards the skies.
A crack streaked through the core of the over three hundred mel tall Great Gate. White light gushed from within and scorched the soldiers lined up on both the east and west.
The fissure branched out infinitely, reaching the ends of the Great Gate in no time, as the white light chased after, spreading out like a mesh. Giant words in the sacred script erupted among flames upon the gate’s two sides next. There were merely two throughout the vast battleground who understood the meaning behind the words, [Final Tolerance Experiment].
It started just about as those words burnt out.
The Great East Gate crumbled from the top, releasing flashes of light that extended to the skies.
An excited voice escaped from Vassago Casals whose upper body went over the command vehicle’s rails.
“This the «final load test»? It puts even Hollywood movies to shame. Shouldn’t we be taking this videography technology instead of the AI, bro? We would be billionaires in no time if we start a VFX studio.”
Despite having his eyes glued to the great spectacle in the distance, Gabriel Miller coolly pointed out upon hearing that.
“Unfortunately, this sight cannot be recorded onto any medium. After all, it’s not polygons that form everything in this world. It’s a grand show visible only to those connected to the STL.”
Half of the Great East Gate had already crumbled into countless pieces of rubble. Though the noise and tremors were tremendous, the massive rocks all melted into light right before they crashed into the ground. Judging from that, it seemed the remains of the gate would not end up as a barricade.
Gabriel stood from the throne installed on the command vehicle’s roof with his jet-black fur mantle aflutter before walking towards a large skull set up by one of the Ten Lords of the land of darkness, the chief of the Dark Arts Users’ Guild, D.I.L.
The skull placed on a small table was apparently an artifact capable of transmitting sound. She said that by speaking into this master skull, his voice would be sent to the slave skulls in the generals’ possession. Though inferior to the Stryker Command Vehicle’s multi-channel transmission system, it was far more effective than sending an army of messengers for every little command.
Looking down into the skull’s hollow eye sockets, Gabriel let out a somber voice suited to his role as the «Dark Empire’s emperor and Vector the god of darkness».
“Warriors of our land of darkness! The time you have await’d hath arrived! Kill all who live! Pillage all without hesitation! ——Trample upon them all!!”
War cries burst forth from all across the battle formations, their volume exceeding the Great Gate’s collapse. The countless machetes and pikes thrust upwards shone in the hue of blood under the setting sun.
The first batch of the Dark Territory Army comprised five thousand mountain goblins, five thousand plains goblins, two thousand orcs, and a thousand giants for a total of thirteen thousand units. He would first have them lead the charge and observe the enemy army’s reaction.
Swiftly swinging his raised right hand down in front, Gabriel gave his first command as a player in this war game.
“Group one—begin the assault!!”
The one who assumed command over the five thousand mountain goblins on the right flank of the goblin force making up the first group of the fifty thousand-strong invading army was its new chief named Kosogi. He was one of the seven sons of the previous chief, Hagashi, who incidentally died through the Dark General Shasta’s rebellion drama.
Hagashi was extoled as the most cruel and greedy even among the past chiefs. Not only did Kosogi inherit a strong tendency for that disposition, he only concealed a high intelligence unbecoming of goblins under his hideous face.
Having reached twenty this year, Kosogi had been pondering over why the goblins were regarded as the worst among the five races of the land of darkness—the humans, the giants, the ogres, the orcs, and the goblins—for over five years.
Certainly, the goblins were the smallest among the five races and the weakest physically too. However, they once held numbers to compensate for that disadvantage and in fact, they conducted battles against the orcs and humans on equal terms during the ancient «age of blood and iron».
When the races eventually ended their wars, exhausted, the goblin chief, too, gained a seat in the Ten Lords Assembly, the highest aggregation in the land of darkness, upon the conclusion of the five races’ peace treaty. However, the treaty was, in reality, in no way fair. Both the mountain and plains goblins were given no more than the withered wastelands in the north as their dominion and there was nowhere near enough agriculture or game to preserve the Life of a whole race; their children constantly starved and their elderly rapidly died.
In short, they were done in by the chiefs of the other races.
In order to curb the goblins’ greatest strength, their numbers, they forced upon them a vast but infertile land. As such, the goblins had to exhaust all ends to even survive to this current day and could not further their civilization. Having maintained training institutions for their children to practice like the black iums was impossible; they were instead sent down rivers on boats in order to reduce the mouths to feed. All while aware of the treatment their children would receive in the lands of the other races when they arrive.
If only they had fertile land and sufficient resources, their soldiers would now hold not these machetes and plate armor casted from crude iron but tempered steel equipment. They would have amassed Life from ample food supplies and studied sword techniques and tactics. They might have even acquired those dark arts monopolized by the black iums eventually.
If they had, no one would claim the goblins to be an inferior race.
Kosogi’s deceased father, Hagashi, was constantly haunted by his anger and jealousy towards the black iums, but he lacked the brains to think about what he could do about it. He possessed wisdom enough only to hope to stay within Emperor Vector’s thoughts through military exploits in this great war.
What foolishness. How could they hope to distinguish themselves in battle? That was obvious with a look at the army’s arrangement.
It was likely suggested to the emperor by the chief of the Dark Arts Users’ Guild. That woman must have forced the «honor as the shock troops» upon the two goblin races to use and dispose of them from the start. The goblins would charge in as the vanguards and be promptly cut down by those devils of legend, the Human Empire’s integrity knights, before incinerated by her as collateral damage from the safe rear with the intention to rob them of their merits.
—How could he let her?
However, that, in no way, meant that they could disobey their orders. The descended Emperor Vector was not damaged by even a hair after immersed in Dark General Shasta’s attack which instantly annihilated the two goblin chiefs and the head of the Assassins’ Guild. The emperor held absolute strength and the law in the land of darkness decreed that the weak shall not disobey the strong.
However, that black ium female was different. Kosogi was now one of the ten lords, on equal footing as her. He had no duty to obediently abide by her malicious schemes.
The order given to the goblins was truly simple. They would penetrate in with a charge as the vanguard and annihilate the enemy army.
That was all. There was nothing about maintaining the warfront until the flames from the art users poured in from behind. They had the allowance to outwit that woman.
Kosogi secretly passed down a directive to his trusted commanding officers right before the Great Gate crumbled.
The moment the slave skull given to him clicked into movement and delivered the assault order from the emperor, he stuck his hand under his armor and pulled out a small ball he prepared prior. His commanding officers ought to be doing the same at that time too.
The clump of rocks that was once the Great East Gate crumbled completely with a roar and vanished as light.
He spotted multiple watch fires and the glint of dazzling weapons and armor further into the valley that opened straight on.
That was the white iums’ defense army.
Beyond them were lands sufficiently filled with abundance, endless resources, and manpower, enough for the mountain goblins to regain their age of glory.
How could he become some discarded stone? He shall have the plains goblins, cursed with a chief without brains yet again, and the orcs, who were even stupider, play that role.
Kosogi gripped the ball firmly within his left hand and thrust up the thick mountain knife in his right as he screamed in a deep voice.
“All of you, stick together and come with me!! —Chargeeeee!!”
“First Unit, draw your swords and prepare to engage! Ascetics, prepare your healing arts and incantations!”
Fanatio Synthesis Two’s proud voice pierced through the twilight, in her role as the integrity knight serving as the deputy head for the Human Empire Defense Army.
Jyariin!! The chorus of swords slipping from their scabbards rang through the valley. Their watch fires, whose numbers were suppressed, imbued their steel blades with a red gleam.
A thunderous noise finally approached from beyond the collapsed Great East Gate with the ground practically rumbling from it.
The goblins’ short pace. The orcs’ tepid pace. The giants’ footsteps, which sounded like hammers slammed into the ground, mixed in and overlapped atop their war cries. The howl of the massive beast known as war yet unknown to all humans.
It took everything they had for the mere three hundred guards lined up in defensive lines two hundred mel from the Great Gate to stand their ground. It would not have been strange for their files to collapse before even crossing swords once and to scatter in confusion. This was the first experience all of those guards had in a battle with their lives at stake, let alone with war.
What kept them standing at their post were the backs of three integrity knights standing alone in intervals at the frontmost line.
In charge of holding the left flank was the «Frost Scale Whip», Eldrie Synthesis Thirty-one.
In the middle was the «Heaven Piercing Sword» who also served as the force’s commander, Fanatio Synthesis Two.
And the right flank was protected by the «Conflagrant Flame Bow», Deusolbert Synthesis Seven.
The three knights clad in full body armor which would glitter beautifully even in the depths of darkness stood firmly on the ground with each of their two feet and awaited the enemy troops without even a twitch.
Fear and fright were present even within the knights’ chests. They might have experience in real battles unlike the guards, but most of those were no more than one-to-one combat with dark knights. No one had experienced fighting against a force this massive: not Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio, not even Integrity Knight Commander Bercouli Synthesis One who commanded the second unit in the rear.
To top things off, the ruler of the Human Empire, the highest minister of the Axiom Church, Administrator, was no more.
The absolute justice that served as the symbol of the church, too, had long gone missing.
The knights stood on this battleground, trusting in their one last belief. Ironically enough, it was one particular emotion that should have been destroyed through the «Synthesis Ritual» once performed on them.
Deusolbert Synthesis Seven awaited the enemy army with his chest boldly puffed up while gently stroking the aged ring fitted on the ring finger of his left hand, holding onto the Conflagrant Flame Bow, with his right-hand fingers.
Ranking among the oldest integrity knights, he had protected the order in the Human Empire’s northern region for over a hundred years.
He drove away invaders from the Dark Territory in their attempts to cross the mountain range at the edge, exterminated large magical beasts within his base of operations, and occasionally took in criminals who committed taboos. He had ceased thinking about the reasons for his responsibilities since long ago. Believing without doubt that he was a knight summoned from the Celestial World, he held not even a drop of interest in the activities of the humans living on the surface.
What confused Deusolbert at times were those mysterious dreams that would pay him a visit at daybreak without fail.
A small hand so pale it seemed see-through. The light shining from a simple silver ring on its ring finger.
That hand would stroke his hair, touch his cheeks, and softly shake his shoulders.
He would hear a gentle whisper.
—Wake up, dear. It’s morning…
Deusolbert told no one about those dreams. He thought the Chief Elder would erase them with his arts upon hearing of them. He did not want to lose those dreams. After all, the ring shining on that small hand in his dreams had the same design as the one he had on his left ring finger since he woke up as a knight.
Were those memories from the Celestial World? If he fulfilled his mission as a knight in this lower realm and gained permission to return above, could he meet with the owner of that hand and voice once more?
Deusolbert hid that question—or hope—deep in his heart for the longest time.
However, something happened during that severe shock sent throughout the Central Cathedral half a year ago.
Deusolbert, who fought with the two youths rebelling against the church, lost despite resorting to his armament full control art. The black-haired youth, who broke through the Conflagrant Flame Bow with a sword technique he witnessed for the first time, spoke of something he found hard to believe.
The integrity knights were not summoned from the Celestial World. They were mere common folk born in the Human Empire, trained to become knights with their memories sealed.
The highest minister, Administrator, the supreme good, the absolute order, and personification of perfect justice could not possibly be involved in deceiving all of the knights. However, those youths repelled Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio, Knight Commander Bercouli, and Chief Elder Chudelkin, reached the top floor of the Central Cathedral, and defeated even Administrator herself. A party of mere rebels could not hold such might in their swords.
He frankly knew from the start, ever since he first fought them. Their straight sword strokes possessed not even a trace of falsehood or deception.
That then meant the owner of that small hand in his dreams, too, was not from the Celestial World but a human born on the surface.
Deusolbert did something for the first time since he became a knight the moment he realized that truth. He embraced the ring on his left hand to his chest as tears flowed from his two eyes.
After all, unlike the integrity knights, the lives of the people in the Human Empire were extinguished within seventy years at most. In other words, Deusolbert understood he would never meet again the one who called him, “dear”.
Yet still, he responded to Knight Commander Bercouli’s plea and advanced onto where the decisive battle would take place.
To protect the world where he lived with the owner of that small hand, regardless of how far in the past it was.
That was to say, what gave Integrity Knight Deusolbert Synthesis Seven the strength to stand his ground without budging before the great force from the land of darkness was the strength from that one emotion he should have gotten rid of—«love».
And unknown to him, Knight Fanatio and Knight Eldrie, too, stood there to fight alongside him for their respective loved ones.
Deusolbert separated his right hand from the ring and grasped four steel arrows at once from the gigantic quiver set on the ground by his side.
He arranged them carefully onto his divine instrument, the Conflagrant Flame Bow, that he wielded horizontally.
He was nearly done with the incantation for his armament full control art. Fanatio and Eldrie would still restrain from doing so, but Deusolbert’s secret technique could not display its might when it became a ruckus. With the resolve to expend half of his beloved bow’s Life, the integrity knight sucked in a deep breath and uttered the final phrase.
The humongous flames from the great copper bow dyed the invaders who reached two hundred mel away in a brilliant red.
The four arrows nocked on the bowstring shone too, immersed within deep crimson flames.
“—I am Integrity Knight Deusolbert Synthesis Seven! All who stand before me, you shall burn away, leaving not even your bones!!”
Though it did not remain within his own memories, he once named himself similarly when taking in a single girl from a small village in the northern region eight years ago. However, with his thick steel mask now removed, his voice rang out, accentuated and sonorous.
The knight’s fingers released the taut bowstring drawn to its limit.
Zudoo!! Four streaks of flames shot forth in a radial formation with that roar.
The first victims of what would be later known as the «War of the Underworld» were the plains goblin soldiers who charged in from the left side of the valley.
The new chief of the plains goblins, Shibori, had neither wisdom nor schemes on the level of the mountain goblins’ new chief, Kosogi, and was a youth who could boast only about his constitution and strength. As such, he went up against an integrity knight, possessing overwhelming might even when alone, absolutely unprepared and simply ordered his five thousand soldiers into a tactless charge.
Deusolbert’s four flame arrows pierced into the tightly packed plains goblin army from the front, achieving their maximum potential. A whole forty-two infantry goblins were instantly incinerated in that first strike and sent the surrounding soldiers into a fine disarray. However, as their charge was undisciplined from the very start, most of the machete-wielding soldiers thirsting for blood tread over their torched kindred and continued their disordered rush, pushing their faltering comrades aside.
Deusolbert nocked another four arrows onto his Conflagrant Flame Bow in response.
Instead of spreading out his range, he shot them while still bundled up.
The grand, conflagrant spear impacted upon the direct middle of their ranks and brought forth a tremendous explosion. Many soldiers were blown away amidst the scattered shrill screams. The casualties exceeded fifty, but still, the plains goblins charged on.
Naturally, they would. Two thousand orcs and a thousand giants followed after the two goblin races who kept pace with each other and stopping would be equivalent to getting stomped upon by them, several times their size, moments after.
While the plains goblins lacked a tangible plan like the new chief of the mountain goblins, Kosogi, they held anger and resentment against the scorn and oppression they faced as the weakest race. And that emotion was redirected towards their hatred towards the people of the Human Empire, who would eventually become slaves under them, named «white iums» in their tongue.
Raising the brusque battle axe he held with his two arms, far more muscular than the average goblin, Chief Shibori let out a savage scream.
“All of you! Kill that archer first! Surround him, cut him, smash him!!”
“Orarara—!! Kill!! Kill!! Kill!!”
That battle cry resounded throughout the five thousand soldiers.
Deusolbert took on the imposing anger and bloodthirst without a word as he let loose his third volley of fire arrows. The number of goblins charred to cinders exceeded fifty yet again, but the enemy forces charged on.
He stored away the Conflagrant Flame Bow’s flames as the distance between them reached fifty mel and switched over to normal shooting. Taking steel arrows out from the quiver at a ferocious pace, he fired blindly without any particular target. Each arrow pierced through three goblins, or two at the very minimum.
Guards ran forward from Deusolbert’s sides with their swords drawn.
“Protect Master Knight! Don’t let their blades reach him!!”
The one who yelled that was a young guard commander still at the age of twenty or so. He put the large, two-handed sword, with which he had went through intensive training, before himself. However, its edge trembled, just a little.
Deusolbert thought to ask them to retreat and to not over-extend. He held no confidence that the young guards could endure a real battle awash with blood yet, in sprit, in technique, and in body, despite experiencing the knights’ strict guidance.
However, he sucked his breath in before giving a deep shout instead.
“My apologies. I’ll leave the left and right to you.”
“Leave it to us!!”
The guard commander showed a distinct grin.
And the shrill noise made when the plains goblin soldiers’ machetes collided with the longswords of the intercepting guards rang out for the first time.
Several seconds before that.
In the middle of the gorge, Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio Synthesis Two was awaiting the enemy army in a posture that could be considered only odd by the common knowledge in this world.
She was standing with her feet far apart and the left of her body forward. Her right hand, aligned to her shoulder’s height, was gripping tightly onto the hilt of her divine instrument, the Heaven Piercing Sword. However, her sword was held horizontally in a reverse grip with its bottom end supported by her spaulder.
Meanwhile, her left hand was stretched out forward, her palm supporting the Heaven Piercing Sword’s blade. If Gabriel or Vassago were to witness this scene, they would likely come to the same thought. Simply said—she was like a sniper with a rifle at the ready.
That could be said to be true in a sense. Fanatio drew the rushing enemy army in for as long as possible while scouting out the most effective point.
Though Deusolbert’s Conflagrant Flame Bow could adjust the broadness of its arrow firing, the Heaven Piercing Sword could only shoot a single narrow beam of light. As such, naïvely firing it into the massive enemy army would hardly do much.
She should aim for the commander somewhere within the enemy army—any of the Dark Empire’s Ten Lords.
The Dark Territory led its forces through power and fear. The average soldiers pledged absolute obedience towards their commanders and they would fight on until their end as ordered regardless of any development. But turning that around, it meant they would lose all leadership with the defeat of their commander.
—We, too, were once so.
Fanatio embraced that intense, fleeting thought.
The news that the highest minister, Administrator, had passed away broke down the Order of the Integrity Knights in a single night. It was Bercouli’s words that allowed the knights at the peak of chaos to regain themselves.
—Was our mission, our purpose to live, to obey the highest minister and chief elder’s orders?
—No. We live to protect those living in the Human Empire.
—As long as we have the intent to protect, we will remain knights until we perish.
In reality, not all of the integrity knights had understood and abided by the knight commander. The knights assembled on this battlefield numbered less than twenty.
However, they all held the will to fight until the bitter end even if they alone remained. The same likely went for the five thousand guards who hastened here, this place of death. That was the decisive difference between the Dark Territory forces and them.
Fanatio brought her bare face, stripped from its silver mask, towards her cherished sword’s guard and caught firmly onto the enemy army with her widened eyes.
The goblin unit charging in as the ground rumbled was already narrowing the distance between them to a hundred mel. Deusolbert had started his assault from her right with his armament full control art and explosives flames lit up the twilight in red twice or thrice.
It was in that brief radiance—
That Fanatio finally found her target.
Huge shadows in the middle chased after the goblin forces in the advance party as though urging them on. They were the giants, boasting bodies several times the size of humans’. The one leading them had a tremendous frame a head taller than the rest; he was unmistakably Sigrosig, one of the Ten Lords, a chief she had caught sight of once before.
The giants were a proud, or perhaps terribly haughty, race. They measured superiority based only by the size of their bodies, and it seemed that inside, they looked down even on the true rulers of the land of darkness, the dark skinned humans.
That meant taking down the tribe’s leader with a single strike before the war truly began would cause a great disturbance indeed.
Fanatio took in a deep breath, held it, and whispered.
White light, bright as Solus, engulfed the Heaven Piercing Sword’s blade as a low noise vibrated.
She accurately seized, with the path its keen edge traced, Sigrosig who ran in from that distant point and shouted out sharply.
Zubaaaa!! The air shook as a dazzling heat ray converged from the might of Solus penetrated through the battlefield.
Integrity Knight Renri Synthesis Twenty-seven listened to the continuing sounds of explosions from far away while murmuring so with a sigh.
Renri was one of the seven high ranking knights charged with the duty of defending the Human Empire. In other words, he could be said to personally hold more than just a little of the defense army’s entire war ability.
However, he now crouched, hugging his knees, not at the front of the Defense Army Second Unit’s left flank where he originally was but far behind, in a corner of the dim tent used for stores and provisions.
He had fled.
After running away in the fluster several tens of minutes ago immediately before the battle began, he snuck into an empty tent and had been silencing his breath and pricking up his ears ever since.
The reason he behaved so was based in that same motive he participated in the defense army for.
Judged so by the highest minister, Administrator, Renri had done no work of significance as an integrity knight and spent a whole five years in cryostasis. Despite throwing himself onto this battlefield in order to overturn that dishonor, he had lost against his fear in the very end.
Though the memories had been erased from him, Renri was once a youth termed as a genius swordsman, unmatched by all, in the Southacroith South Empire. Advancing to Central Capital Centoria at the young age of thirteen, he brilliantly achieved victory in the Four Empires Unity Tournament the following year and was promoted to an integrity knight.
Even after losing all of his memories until then due to the «Synthesis Ritual» and awakening as a knight, he displayed awe-inspiring talent with the sword. Climbing up the ranks to become a high ranking knight at an exceptional speed, he was personally granted a divine instrument by the highest minister.
The treasured divine instruments in the Central Cathedral were not bestowed by the highest minister’s or the knights’ whims. It was, in fact, the opposite, with the divine instrument choosing its user. Via a certain sort of resonance between the knight’s soul and the divine instrument’s memories.
The resonance between Renri and his divine instrument, a pair of throwing knives, the «Twin Edged Wings», was strong indeed.
However, unbelievably, he had never invoked it. He had never invoked the proof of the high ranking knights, the armament full control art, even once.
That was sufficient for the highest minister to lose her interest in Renri. With Alice Synthesis Thirty becoming an integrity knight after him, his meaning of existence was pushed further into obscuration in light of her overwhelming talent.
It would have been unfair to lay that blame on Renri. After all, Alice’s talent propelled her straight up to the third position in the knight order and was worthy of the strongest and oldest divine instrument, the «Fragrant Olive Sword». Still, Renri was branded as a failure in reality and forced into a long slumber.
The moment he was turned into an ice sculpture by the chief elder’s «deep freeze» art, what came into his mind was a crushing sense of lacking.
He lacked something important to himself… that was why he could not control the Twin Edged Wings despite their resonance.
Renri woke once again after a long time had passed.
It was exactly amidst that rebellion incident that made the Central Cathedral tremor. With the resident knights defeated, including even Knight Commander Bercouli, and the fate of Alice, their trump card, unclear, Chief Elder Chudelkin found it fit to have him thawed.
However, Renri did not fulfil his duty this time as well. Chudelkin and Highest Minister Administrator fell before he fully awakened and all his eyes caught, upon him regaining his movement, was the Order of the Integrity Knights in a state of utmost disorder.
The request to participate in the futile mission to face off against the large-scale invasion from the land of darkness came from Bercouli, who assumed command, in the highest minister’s stead.
Renri felt the high ranking knights who responded, such as Fanatio, Deusolbert, or Alice, shone all the brighter despite having experienced defeat.
He thought he might understand if he went with them. He thought he might understand what he lacked. Why his divine instrument would not answer to him.
Cowering in the corner of that hall, Renri timidly stood up and raised his hand. Bercouli placed his large hand on Renri’s shoulder with a firm nod and said only a single line to him. That he would be counting on him.
The pressure he felt in his first battlefield, or his first actual battle, rather, surpassed what he expected by far. The bloodthirst and lust of the scrambling forces of darkness separated by a whole thousand mel surged towards him as a scorched stench of steel and Renri fled before he knew it.
—Stand. I have to return to my post. If I don’t fight now, I will remain a failure forever.
He must have rebuked himself so, time and time again, in the tent he had snuck into.
However, heavy tremors and ferocious war cries reported the start of the battle while his two hands still remained wrapped about his knees.
Renri murmured once more.
The pair of throwing knives equipped on both sides of his waist seemed to waver as though condemning their master.
But he could not return now. What expression could he make to stand before the knight commander and those guards who had placed their trust in him once again?
—Nothing will change even if I’m there. A high ranking knight incapable of the armament full control art would just be a bother instead.
Thoughts that sounded like excuses went through his mind and he buried his face deeper in between his knees.
It was then that a soft voice reached Renri from the tent’s entrance, sending a jolt through his entire body.
“Tiezé, how about here?”
Renri cowered with fright, utterly unlike a knight, wondering if they were searching for him, but heard another voice immediately after. Both voices seem to belong to young girls.
“Yes, this tent looks like it’ll do, Ronye. Let’s hide senpai in here and guard the entrance.”
The giants’ chief, Sigrosig, was a legendary warrior with a bronze beard and unkempt hair, a brawny appearance, and a stature the size of a hill covered all over with countless gashes.
They, the giants, were the very ones with the purest interpretation of the Dark Territory’s only law, «the strong shall rule». With each of them sieved through every possible means of comparing their might, skill, and guts for as far as they could remember, their hierarchy was decided in a manner stricter than the Order of the Dark Knights’. Though the giants’ domains were the high plains in the west region of the Dark Territory, the various kinds of large animals and magical beasts that ought to be spawning there in abundance were constantly depleted. The giants had thoroughly hunted them down as targets for their rites of passage.
Why did they go that far in their pursuit for strength?
If they had not, their souls, their «fluct lights», would break.
The four demi-human races in the Dark Territory were terribly warped existences, with the «soul prototype» confined within flesh not that of humans. A mental safety was necessary in order to guard against the breakdown of one’s psyche.
For example, the goblins anchor themselves by converting the inferiority complex towards humans, born from their small stature, into the strength of their resentment and hatred.
The giants, on the other hand, hold back the distortion of them being human yet not through developing a superiority complex over humans.
Each and every giant would never lose against a human in one-versus-one combat at least. That served as the foundations of their mentality, an absolute rule. That was especially why they imposed such excessive rites of passage on their youth, pulling up each individual’s priority even if it meant reducing their race’s numbers.
The thousand giant warriors called to this battlefield, contrary to their taciturn nature, seethed with an intense will to fight. To them, born into the times after the ancient «age of blood and iron», this would be the first large-scale battle they experience.
The race’s chief, Sigrosig, thought in all seriousness.
That they would massacre the entire enemy army with the initial charge and end the war.
They would grant no chance to step forward to those determined by Emperor Vector as the army’s main force: the Order of the Dark Knights, the Dark Arts Users’ Guild, and the Pugilists’ Guild. By attaining victory without them, the giants would be validated as the truly superior race.
When the slave skull given to him rattled its jaw, resounding the emperor’s order to charge, Sigrosig felt the old scars carved all over his body rise in heat. He thought it proof that might of those innumerable large magical beasts he had torn apart with his bare hands had transferred into him.
His thundering command consisted of a single line.
That was enough. Swinging up the gigantic warhammer in his right hand and making the ground tremble alongside the reliable, brave warriors around him, Sigrosig began his assault.
The soldiers of the Human Empire were packed tightly into the valley in front.
To the three-and-a-half mel tall giants, they were weaklings not much different from the goblins. The swords they wear were smaller than even the teeth of a newborn rockscale dragon.
They would crush, punt, and tear apart every last one of them.
The circuit carrying Sigrosig’s superiority complex grew red hot and scattered sparks of pleasure. His rectangular chin warped and exposed a brutal smile.
In that moment.
A foreign sensation that was, however, not all unfamiliar ran up his spine.
Cold. Numbing. Like being pierced through with needles of ice.
He had tasted this sensation a long, long time ago. In the «Fledging Valley» not far from his village. His first trial. When he went to steal snapping birds’ eggs, in that moment the mother swooped down from above…
Sigrosig continued his charge even as he widened his two eyes and searched for the origin of that sensation.
He saw a small, small human at the front of the Human Empire ranks, in the exact middle of the gorge. Long hair with a slender body. A female—a knight adorned in glistening silver armor.
He saw a dragon knight of the Human Empire soaring beyond the mountain range at the edge just once before. He had thought to crush that knight upon landing, but the knight flew away into the mountain range after circling two, three times in the sky.
That bunch was worthless.
Nonetheless. In that female knight’s black eyes.
Sigrosig vividly felt the gaze from the knight despite their distance apart exceeding three hundred mel. The fear or fright, which should have been present, were missing, making up less than even a speck of salt would after falling in a large kettle of hot water.
Instead, it had the coolness of ascertaining and targeting one’s prey.
To hunt him, Sigrosig, the giants’ chief and thus, the mightiest warrior among the Dark Empire’s five races?
A shrill shriek, unsuited to his grim expression, leaked out from the depths of his throat.
Strength left his two legs and the large hammer in his right hand grew terribly heavy. Sigrosig’s posture crumbled as he stumbled over.
Zubaaa!! A ray of dazzling light shot out from the sword the female knight propped up with that buzz unlike any sound he had heard before. It stabbed through the right side of the chest of the giant running right in front of Sigrosig without any resistance.
If Sigrosig had not tumbled, that light would have blown away his heart next.
Instead, the white light vaporized part of the giant chief’s disheveled red hair and his right ear decorated with his prey’s teeth.
Piercing through another two of his allies running behind, it dissipated into specks of light, leaving behind those fatal wounds.
Sigrosig’s consciousness could hardly register the three giants who lost all of their Life in an instant and fell like logs. Even the intense pain burning at the right of his head was stabbed like some tiny insect before the humongous emotion assaulting him.
That was, in short, terror.
Sigrosig shamefully continued sitting on his backside as his jaw chattered in his trembling.
Even when he witnessed the upheaval during Dark General Shasta’s rebellion, while he was surprised, there was no fear. The ones Shasta killed after turning into that black tornado were no more than a feeble assassin and those goblins. Though he had to admit Emperor Vector’s power, he had no issue there as he was no human but a god of old.
Yet why had that mere female knight inspired such fright in himself?
Sigrosig could hardly bear to be paralyzed in fear from a mere human as his opponent.
“No… No, no, no…”
Smoke rose from his burnt hair as the giant chief moaned.
Impossible. He could not be frightened. White fireworks shot off deep in his mind as intense pain ran through it the harder he fretted. His mouth and tongue convulsed rapidly, spewing out uninterrupted words that came out as strange noises.
“Nononono, kill, kill, killkellkeldell, delldelldelldelldeldel.”
In this instant, the «core»—the self-image of himself as the strongest—rooted firmly in the middle of Sigrosig’s fluct light along with this «situation» where he was paralyzed in fear induced unavoidable conflicts, bringing on the collapse of light quantum circuits within his light cube.
The giant’s two eyes released crimson light.
“Dell, dell, de—————”
While the warriors of the giant race watched on in shock from all around, Sigrosig sprang up with force.
Swinging about his gigantic warhammer as though it was a tiny twig, he restarted his charge with tremendous vigor.
Sending those of the same race in front flying to the left and right, he caught up with the vanguard goblin force before long. Moist noises and shrill screams continuously welled up from his feet upon him pushing on without any attempt to let down on his momentum, but the giant no longer perceived those with his consciousness breaking apart.
The command to kill that female knight alone resounded through the core of his head like a broken bell.
In the end, the chiefs of the plains goblins and of the giants underestimated the existences known as integrity knights.
However, the chief of the mountain goblins, Kosogi, who led the invading army’s vanguards’ right flank was different. He had paid a high price to study the tremendous military might the integrity knights possessed not long ago.
The excavation of the buried cave at the northern end of the mountain range at the edge and the invasion of Rulid Village, by that large force of goblins and orcs, were planned by Kosogi. Though he stayed put at Obsidia Palace himself, he had granted troops to three of his brothers whom he shared blood with, instigated those of the orc race, and carried out the invasion strategy.
However, it ended as a tragedy. The few soldiers who barely escaped alive unanimously cried out unbelievable stories in front of Kosogi who was astonished over the information that the force was utterly annihilated, his brothers killed in battle.
According to them, the joint invasion force of over two hundred goblins and orcs were made to flee by a single human knight and a flying dragon.
However hard he found that to believe, Kosogi was no fool to abandon for nothing a lesson learnt at the cost of many sacrifices. He decided to never again commit the foolishness of challenging the integrity knights of the Human Empire to a frontal assault.
However, in this particular major invasion, the role ordered of the mountain goblins by Emperor Vector was precisely that.
The dark arts users’ chief, D.I.L. must be well aware of those dreadful integrity knights. That would be exactly why she offered this strategy up to the emperor. To use up the goblins, orcs, and giants and create a disordered melee in the valley before reducing them all to ashes along with the integrity knights.
They could only obey while the emperor approved of D.’s plan. Kosogi racked his brains over three days and nights. How could he carry out the order for a tactless charge while escaping from the jaws of death formed by the integrity knights in front and the dark arts users behind.
The intelligent scheme he finally worked out took the form of those small grey balls distributed to his subordinates.
Having charged over the valley the moment the emperor issued his order, Kosogi discovered a tall integrity knight clad in glittering armor far in front.
Though that was not Alice Synthesis Thirty who destroyed the invasion force in Rulid Village but her disciple, Eldrie Synthesis Thirty-one, Kosogi could not distinguish between them. Either way, they were demons scattering death without mercy to the goblin race.
“Right… throw them!!”
Kosogi issued a new command the moment they arrived fifty mel from the knights.
At the same time, he crushed firmly the small ball held in his own left hand.
Small flames leaked out from the cracked ball with crackling noises. Of course, it was no sort of gunpowder. Underworld, as it currently was, had no objects on that level of civilization.
Simultaneously, it was no thermal element generated by arts. Inserted within the balls were small beetles known as «Firestarter Beetles» which lived solely at the volcano at the northern end of the land of darkness, a holy ground for the mountain goblins. They would scatter blazing hot flames and burn one’s hands if crushed on accident.
The grey ball enveloping the firestarter beetles were from the north as well, it was formed by drying a kind of moss out in the sun, kneading the powder made, and drying it once more. As it let out a large quantity of smoke once ignited, it was originally used as a signal. However, through the technique of concentrating like the Assassins’ Guild, Kosogi had amplified the objects’ effect by tens of times.
As a result—
The moss balls thrown by Kosogi and his subordinates as one became what could be considered as impressive smoke grenades. Ignited by the firestarter beetles, the balls spewed out dense smoke that hid away even one’s own nose and shrouded the entire northern half of the valley stretching out east and west.
Not even the goblins with their excellent night vision could fight properly within this smoke.
However, Kosogi’s scheme was not to defeat the enemies by slipping into the smoke. Immediately before diving into the dense smokescreen, he shouted out his third command.
“All of you, ruuuunn!!”
Returning the mountain knife to his back at once, he landed both hands onto the ground. With their small statures, goblins reached no higher than humans’ knees when scrambling on all fours. The smoke was faint closer to the ground with the enemy soldiers’ positions barely visible.
The five thousand mountain goblin soldiers with Kosogi, their chief, completely ignored Eldrie and the guards and slipped past, running on farther into the valley.
The emperor’s orders were merely to charge into the enemy army. It did not specify which part to target. Kosogi set up a plan to pass by the enemy’s main force, especially the integrity knights, without engaging them and to assail their reinforcement units behind.
By sneaking in beyond the front lines, they would avoid the combined attack from the dark arts users and orc archers that would eventually rain down from behind. They would return about and finish off the integrity knights and guards after the flames and arrows deal them a devastating blow, or simply flee off into the endless Human Empire otherwise.
Thus, among the three openings of hostilities in the hundred mel wide valley, the north side alone advanced without bloodshed.
Just about as the second unit of guards in the Human Empire Defense Army stationed behind Eldrie finally noticed the disappearance of the high ranking integrity knight commanding them, Renri Synthesis Twenty-seven.
The first casualty from the Defense Army was the elderly guard struggling by Deusolbert’s immediate side at the right flank of where the first unit held down the front line.
He did not manage to stop the hand axes thrown by the goblins with his shield.
He was a lower noble that had long commanded a platoon in the Wesdarath West Empire’s imperial guards. Though he certainly had skill with the sword, he could not help but to approach the undisputable descent of his Life and the axe that dug deep into his wrinkled neck dealt him a completely fatal wound. Not even the healing arts hurriedly recited by the ascetics party on standby behind could make up for that damage.
Deusolbert had paused his random firing immediately and performed a high ranking healing art on the fallen old guard. However, the guard shook his head and shouted out while vehemently vomiting blood.
“You must not!! This is, truly, this old man’s sacred task and Life… esteemed knight, I trust you… with our home……”
A moment later, the old guard passed away with what was left of his life force released as space resources.
Deusolbert bit down hard and shot at the goblin who had hurled that hand axe with the blaze from the Conflagrant Flame Bow powered by the old guard’s life.
The guards of the Defense Army continued falling after that, too, sporadically yet without end. Tens of those numbers among the demi-humans lost their lives as well, obeying the command for their ruthless charge to the very end.
Much of the flood of Life resources dispersed throughout the battlefield rose as specks of light—
Far, into the skies above the gorge.
Where a single flying dragon hovered under the cover of night.
Spiraling as they coalesced towards the integrity knight, clad in golden armor, standing atop its back.
He had neither the time nor space to hide himself.
Renri curled up his back within the darkness in a corner of the supplies tent and awaited the approaching silhouette with his arms around his knees.
The round hole for sunlight faintly shone upon girls who seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old. One had vivid red hair while the other’s hair was a deep brown. They wore light armor above the grey tunic and skirt that appeared part of some academy’s uniform. Slender, straight swords hung at the left of their waists. He held no recollection of their faces, but they were likely guards from the common folk rather than knights, judging from their equipment grade.
What seemed out of place was the metallic chair pushed by the dark brown haired girl. A black-haired youth sat upon the chair, furnished with four wheels instead of legs, with his head hung down. Renri’s eyes were drawn towards his face.
Approximately twenty? Not only was his frame horribly thin, his right arm was also missing from where his shoulder ended. He could only consider him weaker than the girls from a single glance. However, Renri understood at once that the two longswords held tightly by the young man’s left arm—commanding tremendous presence despite their sheaths—were divine instruments, possibly ranked higher than the Twin Edged Wings.
How could it be? Even if he ignored how he was sanctioned to own those, it still required physical strength on the level of integrity knights to have them on one’s lap like that. However, the youth who blankly stared into space could hardly possess such strength.
He thought to that point before it seemed the girls noticed Renri cowering in the darkness, freezing up after drawing sharp breaths.
It took surprisingly little time before the red-haired girl reached out towards her sword’s grip with her right hand.
Renri spoke hoarsely before she drew.
“I’m not your enemy… sorry for frightening you. Mind if I stand? I’ll show you my hands.”
Waiting until the girl stiffly responded, Renri gently rose. After taking one, two steps forward with both hands raised, the afterglow from the roof’s hole lit up his armor of the highest grade an the divine instrument on both sides of his waist. The girl curtly gulped and straightened up in a hurry. Their right hands left the sword handle and chair, and formed a sign of respect before their left breasts.
“Es… esteemed knight! We are terribly sorry!”
Renri shook his head and interrupted the red-haired girl who continued her apologies with a pale face.
“No… it was my fault for startling you. Besides, I’m… no longer an integrity knight…”
Though the latter half barely even made it as a whisper, the girls blinked with puzzled looks. Their confusion came as no surprise. The white mantle hanging around his back and the cross joined with a ring, the Axiom Church’s crest, shining in the middle of his breastplate served as definite proof of his status as an integrity knight.
Renri placed his right fingers at the crest, as though to hide it while exposing the truth with his twisted mouth in self-depreciation.
“I left my station and fled earlier. The fighting had already begun at the frontmost line. It must be chaos at the unit under my command about now. There must be causalities too. And despite that, I can’t move from here; how could I be considered a knight?”
He bit down hard on his lips while glancing upwards.
He saw himself in the widely opened eyes, in the colors of autumn, belonging to the red-haired girl.
Grey hair hanging down slightly from the forehead. Those round cheeks. And two feminine eyes with long lashes, lacking all knightly fortitude— A failure of a knight, confined eternally at fifteen years old.
It was when he quickly averted his eyes from those features he despised.
The red-haired girl covered her mouth with a hand as though assailed by some new cause for surprise.
Renri frowned in suspicion before the girl averted her eyes this time and shook her head slightly.
“I-I’m sorry. It’s, nothing…”
Taking the place of the red-haired girl who continued looking down, the girl with dark brown hair who kept silent until now stepped forward and stated her name with a faint yet firm voice.
“We apologize for not introducing ourselves earlier. We belong to the supply unit, I am Novice Trainee Ronye Arabel and this is Novice Trainee Tiezé Shtolienen. And this is… Elite Swordsman-in-training Kirito.
Renri let out a soft voice from the immense shock of hearing that name.
He knew him. Was he not one of the mere two rebels who cut through the Central Cathedral half a year ago? He was the very one who Renri was thawed to intercept, the one who he missed out on engaging due to his late awakening.
That meant this skinny swordsman was the one who defeated the highest minister, Administrator? Was that missing right arm a relic from battle?
Renri drew his right foot back, feeling a pressure that he could do nothing about from the youth who kept quiet with a hollow expression. Showing no sign she noticed that movement, the small girl who seemed to be named Ronye continued in a tone tinged with resolve.
“Erm… I have no opinion regarding your circumstances, esteemed knight. While we do belong to the Defense Army, we, too, remain here in the back without engaging at the front lines. …That said, that is currently our responsibility. We are tasked to protect this man at all cost from Knight Alice…”
Alice. —Alice Synthesis Thirty.
The young prodigious knight, a stark contrast of Renri on all fronts. She should be preparing for the Defense Army’s secret plan even at the current moment, a large-scale art to halt the front lines on her own.
As though cornering Renri, tormented by an emotion that made him feel even smaller, Novice Trainee Arabel added to her words with a desperate look.
“Esteemed knight, I do apologize if I am overstepping my bounds… but could you possibly lend us a hand? To be honest, the two of us can hardly even defeat a single goblin. We must… we must keep Kirito-senpai safe!”
Renri squinted against the dazzling light in Ronye’s eyes.
He thought it a light that belonged only to those who had carved their mission onto their heart, those determined to accomplish their mission even if it meant casting their lives away.
—Where had I left mine behind, when even a novice trainee girl, yet to graduate from school, has it? Or perhaps I had lacked mine ever since I first woke up as an integrity knight in this Human Empire…?
Renri heard a dry voice trickle from his own mouth.
“You should be fine here… I think. His Excellency, Knight Commander Bercouli, is the one commanding the Defense Army Second Unit and if anything gets past his guard, that’s equivalent to the end of the Human Empire anyway. It’ll end up the same no matter where you run. I plan to sit here until the battle ends. I won’t get in your way if you intend to stay anywhere close…”
With his words fading off into his soundless breathing, Renri went back, deeper into the tent, and sat down with a thud.
It was about then—
That smoke shells thrown by Kosogi, the chief of the mountain goblins, and the rest blew up at the left flank of the frontmost lines where Integrity Knight Eldrie awaited. Taking advantage of the dense, rising fumes, a flood of goblins began slipping past the defense line like water through coarse fabric.
Neither Renri nor two female novice trainees could have possibly known that their aim was precisely the annihilation of the supply unit at the Human Empire Defense Army’s rearmost.
The progression towards destruction advanced rapidly for the collection of light quantums that made up that soul, that fluct light, belonging to Sigrosig, the chief of the giants.
However, as the collapse caused heavy damage only to certain parts rather than it as a whole, there was a delay before his fluct light ceased functioning. On the other hand, that phenomenon induced a particular «side effect».
With the hatred and bloodthirst Sigrosig had directed towards the humans for decades released all at once, they overflowed from his fluct light and reached even the light cube storing Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio’s soul through the «Main Visualizer» regulating the Light Cube Cluster.
Direct control of phenomena via imagination. The power termed «incarnation» by the integrity knights robbed the freedom of movement from Fanatio’s body despite her lengthy experience.
Charging forth with his humongous frame of almost four mel with terrible vigor, the giant chief swung the large hammer held in his right hand up high.
—Why won’t they move!?
Fanatio thought to beat some sense into her two legs that refused to listen to her, but she could not even ball her hands into fists to do so.
Even with the giant chief as her opponent, the deputy commander of the Order of the Integrity Knights would never freeze up with a mere glare.
She told herself so, but still, her body seemed frozen in her shooting stance with her right knee on the ground.
During a bout with Knight Commander Bercouli, she could not gain any ground with her sword prepared—she went through such an experience. However, this was utterly different from that heavy yet somehow tender presence that emanated from the knight commander and enveloped her. Pain, like leather belts covered in iron thorns wrapped over her one after another, tormented her entire being.
The giant chief, Sigrosig, bellowed out a strange yell as he kicked the goblins and orcs who should have been his allies aside and charged closer. Cutting the distance down below fifteen mel.
He would be no challenge in a one-versus-one; that was how it should have been.
Among the ten lords in the Dark Empire, Fanatio acknowledged only the might of the leader of the Order of the Dark Knights, Shasta. In a prior bout, her helmet unfortunately cracked at the end of an intense battle exceeding thirty minutes and she tasted humiliation when Shasta drew his sword back after seeing Fanatio’s bare face.
However, she never considered defeat even at that time. She was under a strict restriction from Bercouli regarding the usage of the armament full control art when fighting against dark knights. Hence, she should not be falling behind anyone else. The very thought of freezing up from a mere glare was preposterous.
That said, the phenomenon that exceeded Fanatio’s understanding was drawing closer before her eyes, moment by moment.
It would not even take ten seconds before that gigantic iron hammer swings down upon her. She had to stand up and fix her sword stance at once. If she could intercept it with a slash, the Heaven Piercing Sword, a distinguished divine instrument, would never lose to that coarse iron hammer on Sigrosig.
Despite that, she could not stand. Unseen shackles bound Fanatio and the giant chief, a dark red gleam seething in his two eyes, approached before her eyes—
Spouting a scream that sounded no longer intelligible as his iron hammer roared down.
Fanatio quietly muttered with her immobilized mouth.
Dakira Synthesis Twenty-two, a low ranking knight, had offered everything to a sole person ever since awakening as a knight..
Not to the ruler, the highest minister, Administrator. Neither was it to the leader of the knight order, Bercouli.
It was to Deputy Commander Fanatio and no one else. Dakira was strongly drawn by her relentless intensity and the anguish she concealed.
That emotion could be no other than love, going by the Human Empire’s standards.
However, Dakira sealed all emotions away due to a variety of reasons and served as a faceless and nameless member of the unit directly under Fanatio, the «Four Oscillation Blades». Being by her side alone made Dakira feel more fortunate than ever hoped for.
The Four Oscillation Blades were, by no means, some elite unit among the low ranking knights. Fanatio had gathered those lacking power, judged to be at risk if assigned to the front lines on their own, and had them learn combination techniques to raise their survival rate, creating a so-called «unit of leftovers».
As such, they garnered low evaluations from the highest minister and chief elder, and in actual fact, they, the Four Oscillation Blades, all committed the heavy blunder of suffering heavy injuries against the two student swordsmen from the common folk in that rebellion half a year ago. But what hurt Dakira much more was how they failed to protect Fanatio. The time spent on the bed in the ward was filled with incessant thoughts of how it would have been better to die back then.
However, Fanatio spoke kindly instead of harshly towards Dakira after the injuries healed.
With the silver mask that she had never taken off in public removed, the deputy knight commander showed a beautiful smile and slapped all four of their shoulders in turn as she spoke.
—I, too, was saved by the rebels right before my death. Gentlemen, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Rather, that was a good fight. I had never seen a finer coordination of the «Encircling Bladed Oscillation Dance».
Dakira’s mind was made up, then, as tears ran under that helmet.
To not allow any harm to befall the venerated deputy knight commander the next time.
And this was that very «next time».
Regardless of the orders to stay stationed until further commands, Dakira leapt out from the ranks the instant upon feeling abnormality in Fanatio’s state.
There were over twenty mel until Fanatio, on her knee, and the giant chief swinging a humongous iron hammer down onto her from overhead.
Covering that distance in time was not viable with the physical ability of a low ranking knight. However, Dakira dashed on as a blurred streak of light and jumped before Fanatio, intercepting the iron hammer roaring down with a two-handed greatsword.
The resultant noise, shaking the earth, flared out alongside a flash tinged with red.
Though Dakira’s greatsword was far sharper than the guards’ weapons could hope to be, it could not compare to the high ranking knights’ divine instruments in terms of priority. On the other hand, Sigrosig’s iron hammer had its priority raised to a terrible level through the «power of incarnation from bloodthirst» streaming into it.
The skirmish collapsed in a mere half-second and numerous cracks ran through the greatsword’s blade. It took another instant before the sword shattered into fleeting shafts of light. Dakira threw the handle away at once and intercepted the falling humongous iron hammer with bare hands.
Multiple dull noises echoing throughout the body.
Both arms breaking in numerous places from the wrist to the upper arm.
Vision hurling into whiteness from pain. Fresh blood spurting from between armor joints, staining the helmet’s surface.
“Ku… hh… oooh!!”
With teeth clenched, Dakira molded the scream struggling to escape into strength and caught the iron hammer, beyond those two hands’ capacity to support, from below with that helmet.
The steel crossed mask shattered without resistance and unpleasant noises could be heard coming from Dakira’s neck, back, and two knees. The pain surging throughout as scorching flames dipped everything visible into a deep crimson.
However, the lower ranking knight, Dakira Synthesis Twenty-two, did not fall.
Fanatio was right behind. This detestable weapon must not be swung down.
—I will protect her. This time, for sure.
A shrill yell rang out from Dakira’s throat, freed from the crossed mask’s voice morphing function.
The blood dripping from the injuries all over enveloped Dakira as bluish-white flames.
Gathering at those broken arms, the flames burst as dazzling explosions. The iron hammer shot back, blown over ten mel away accompanied by Sigrosig’s huge frame.
Dakira slowly collapsed while listening to the heavy quake from the giant falling.
A shout, almost a scream, shot in from point-blank range.
—Aah, Fanatio-sama called out my name.
—How many years has it been?
Dakira smiled while crumbling into the arms extended from the deputy knight commander as her short, straw-colored pigtails and freckled cheeks laid exposed with the loss of her helmet.
Dakira was born and raised in a small village beside the sea in Southacroith South Empire. Her parents were poor, holding no family name and fishing for a living, but the girl blessed with the strength of a man grew up healthily while helping out with her parents’ work.
That girl committed a taboo at the age of sixteen. She fell in love with her close friend of the same gender who was a year older.
Of course, she never found it in herself to confess. Unable to deal with her suffering, Dakira sought penance from Goddess Stacia in an empty church altar late at night. However, as the altar was connected to the Central Cathedral’s automated elders mechanism, Dakira was detected to have violated a taboo and was brought to the Axiom Church, becoming an integrity knight with all of her memories pilfered.
Though she could not remember her name any longer, the older girl Dakira had loved resembled Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio a little.
At peace, Dakira looked on with her dimly blurred vision as Fanatio’s beautiful features crumpled and tears trickled from her long eyelashes.
—The venerated deputy knight commander is crying for me.
She could think of nothing that could make her happier. She had accomplished what she set out to do at the end of those long, painful days and all that remained as death approached was satisfaction.
“Dakira… don’t die!! I’ll tend to you this moment!!”
A heartrending voice rang out at her ears once more.
Dakira urged her broken left hand upwards with the last of her strength and with her trembling fingertips, gently wiped away the drops along Fanatio’s cheeks.
Grinning, Dakira formed those thoughts she had always kept hidden deep in her chest into a whisper.
“Fanatio… sama… I shall… forever… adore… you……”
In that moment, Integrity Knight Dakira synthesis Twenty-two’s Life reached its complete end.
The first fatality from the knight order lowered her eyelids for all eternity.
What——What had I been doing?!!
Fanatio screamed in her chest as she hugged the small body covered in wounds tightly.
The giant chief, Sigrosig, who tried to stand up was reflected within her vision warped with tears along with the remaining three members of the «Four Oscillation Blades» fiercely charging forward in response.
Dakira. Jeis. Hobren. Giro. She had placed them directly under her to train them up and to protect them. Though she gave them only strict words, they were her cherished younger siblings. Despite that, she was protected instead, with one of their lives even sacrificed—
That word was directed at Sigrosig as well as her own self.
She would allow no more casualties. She would protect those three to the end, for Dakira’s sake as well.
That resolve became a «power of incarnation from love» and radiated from Fanatio’s soul with an intensity surpassing the abnormal bloodthirst seething from Sigrosig.
The icy thorns, binding her entire body, thawed in an instant.
Laying down Dakira’s corpse, Fanatio stood up straight as the Heaven Piercing Sword noiselessly floated from the ground into her right hand.
Before her was the scene of Jeis, Hobren, and Giro knocked away with a single swipe of Sigrosig’s left arm after they leapt forward with their greatswords raised.
The crimson light residing within the giant’s two eyes seemed of the flames in the demon world far under the earth. Even the surrounding goblins and orc soldiers had ceased their approach, seemingly afraid.
“Kee… keel… Keelllll!!”
An abnormal scream roared from the giant who sluggishly stood up. However, there was no longer even a smidgen of surprise or fear within Fanatio’s chest.
Smoothly pointed straight towards the sky by her right hand, the Heaven Piercing Sword—
Gained a coating of pure white light with a dull rumble. That dazzling radiance stretched on for over five mel from the sword’s tip and remained as such.
Swinging the iron hammer with both hands, Sigrosig jumped at Fanatio.
“…Return, unto the earth.”
Fanatio carelessly swung down with that murmur. Having extended several times its previous length, the blade of light drew a white streak through the air as it struck the iron hammer’s blunt surface.
A crisp noise echoed with the gigantic weapon dividing into two. Burnt red from the cross section, the melted iron splashed all over.
The huge sword of light came into contact with Sigrosig’s head just like that—slicing down into the ground without its momentum even waning.
The giants behind and the guards of the Human Empire descended into silence at that scene; the legendary warrior, boasting of the world’s largest body, was severed into halves while still airborne.
Fanatio raised the blade of light over her head with a satisfying sound from the two lumps of flesh, falling with a damp noise, and shouted out loud.
“First Unit, middle, forward!! Repel the enemies!!”
The waves of attacks from the never-ending stream of plains goblins sank Deusolbert into impatience.
There was no chance he would be defeated or even challenged by some average goblin soldier in one-versus-one combat, no matter how many times that was repeated. The mountain of corpses burnt by the flames from the arrows he shot earlier served as actual proof of that.
However, he could not take on all of the enemy troops alone as they came as a wide, horizontal wave. He could only leave most of those on the sides to the guards from the Defense Army.
In terms of individual expertise, the guards surpassed the enemy troops by a significant gap. Their sword techniques, polished through half a year of strict training, were certainly faster and sharper than the goblins who relied on their strength in swinging their machetes. But that strength difference was far less sure than the overwhelming gap between an integrity knight and goblin soldiers. It would be tough to overcome those numbers, several times their own, with purely skill.
Deusolbert keenly felt the desire to share with all of the guards the great strength his body was endowed with. But naturally, there was no art capable of that.
The guards under him lost their lives one after another, one jumped upon by multiple goblins, another collapsing from exhaustion. Deusolbert felt as though his own Life was shaved away each time he heard their shrieks echo through the battlefield.
So this was «war»?
It was utterly different from the old fights: sweeping up intruders on the ground while atop a flying dragon or a one-versus-one duel with a dark knight. It was an ugly war of attrition with each moment certain to add to the number of casualties.
The pride of the integrity knights served no purpose on this battlefield.
Was it not yet? Was the order for the unit to retreat not given yet?
Even the knowledge of how much time had passed since the start of the battle escaped him. Deusolbert cut through the advancing enemy soldiers with the longsword in his right hand and randomly shot with the Conflagrant Flame Bow whenever he could. With his calm lost without his notice, he failed to notice the strange movements taken by a slice of the enemy troops.
The new chief of the plain goblins, Shibori, was far more of a fool than the mountain goblins’ chief, Kosogi; the same went for his cruel nature.
Shibori recognized the integrity knights leading the enemy troops as no more than large magical beasts. He made light of them, thinking that no matter how strong they were, they were just one white ium on their own, doomed after being surrounded.
However, he found the integrity knights to be much more troublesome than magical beasts after the fighting began, barely slipping from their encirclements despite how many charged forth. Ten would be blown away with the explosion from a single fire arrow and even normal arrows flew true, to a horrifying extent, towards their heads and hearts.
Now then, what to do?
The conclusion Shibori reached after some thinking could not have been any more simple or cruel.
He would continue having his soldiers charge forward until the enemy knight’s arrows ran out.
That said, the soldiers sent ahead without a plan were in no mood to simply “go with it”, naturally enough. There was a fair amount with intelligence surpassing Shibori and though they went with his orders, they contrived whatever gimmicks they could.
They began lifting up corpses from their fallen comrades and hiding in their shadows or staying a fair distance from the knight while strafing left and right.
Deusolbert should have seen through such a naive plan at once if he had his usual temperament. However, the screams from the guards whose strength left them shaved away at his calm without his notice. The goblins benefited from how the war started at evening as well.
The enemy was taking awfully long to fall.
By the time Deusolbert noticed that, his stock of more-than-enough iron arrows was nearly exhausted.
“Goood, good, looks like he’s finally out of arrows.”
Shibori scraped the nape of his neck with the backs of the two machetes against his shoulders as he snickered.
The tragic display of the countless corpses of his race, too, failed to instigate much influence on his mind. He inherited that tenacity from his ancestors who had lived through the old «age of blood and iron» which could have been no more appalling.
It appeared a whole third of his allies were done in, but there still remained over three thousand soldiers. If they obtained plentiful meat and land after invading the white iums’ lands, they could replenish their race all they liked.
However, they had to produce significant results to expand their territories. They would first have to take care of that integrity knight in red armor.
“Alright, let’s go, all of you. Surround that archer and drag him down. I’ll take his neck off myself.”
Shibori instructed those forming a barricade around himself, his close aides who were both brawny and boorish, and slowly stepped forward.
“…I slipped up…”
Deusolbert let out a deep groan.
He had finally realized those enemies erratically moving through the darkness and those scarecrows improvised from raised corpses.
After bringing down those manipulating the scarecrows by aiming at the feet rather than the heart, the right hand searched through the large quiver behind and grasped only a fruitless emptiness.
Without arrows, the Conflagrant Flame Bow, a divine instrument, was no different from a plain longbow. Though it was possible to produce arrows from metallic elements with sacred arts, that technique could only be used in a one-versus-one where he had the chance to recite the art. In the first place, almost all of the space sacred energy should have been absorbed by the integrity knight standing by in the sky, leaving the atmosphere dry.
Grinding his teeth as he hung the Conflagrant Flame Bow on his left shoulder by its string, Deusolbert drew the longsword from his waist once more. It was in that precise moment that he spotted a party rapidly approaching through the darkness from in front, with sizes rather large for goblins. Their outfits differed from the small fry he faced off until now. Their chest to around their hips was covered in plate armor and riveted leather belts wrapped about their brawny arms. They held thick, large hatchets that seemed fit to sever even cows in their right hands.
Deusolbert confirmed another goblin approaching from behind those seven—with a frame that exceeded even orcs in terms of height.
Judging from the cast iron armor shining with black luster, the two large hatchets hanging from his hands, and the vivid, decorative feathers swaying on his head, he figured there was no mistake that he was the army’s commander.
The goblin general’s two eyes shining red under his bulging brow collided with Deusolbert’s pair of eyes and the surrounding air creaked in that instant. The swords and machetes striking against each other without pause on the front lines gradually petered out and came to an eventual stop. Both the guards and the goblins gained distance from each other without further words and watched the two generals’ confrontation with held breaths.
Deusolbert held back the numerous approaching guards with his left hand. Brandishing the sword in his right hand without letting down his guard, he questioned in a deep and seasoned yet distinct voice.
“You are one of the ten lords of the Dark Empire… the goblins’ chief, huh?”
The large goblin responded with his yellowed teeth showing.
“Chief of the plains goblins, that’s Shibori-sama to you.”
Deusolbert steadied his breathing, rough from the long, fierce battle while gazing straight towards the enemy general.
—If I defeat this general and those close to him, the goblin army would lose its will to fight, even for a moment. If we take the initiative and push the lines back, we would accomplish our role as the vanguards.
Even if he could not use his Conflagrant Flame Bow.
Even if it was eight on one, he could only aim for a certain victory now. He would prove the integrity knights’ strength, said to comparable to a thousand, here and now.
“I am the integrity knight, Deusolbert Synthesis…”
Shibori’s vulgar cry cut his sonorous voice short as he tried to state his name.
“Hold there, who cares about some ium’s name?! You’re meat, meat stuck on that head I’ll be taking!! Get to it… all of you, get him!!”
Deusolbert took on the seven elite goblins jumping forward with brutal war cries on his own.
They should have simply continued that boorish war if they lacked the pride of swordsmen so. Proposing this shame of a duel was just—
Before picking up the whip, the spear, or the bow, every integrity knight was an experienced swordsman.
Not even a single being there could perceive the motion of Deusolbert raising the longsword in his right hand overhead and swinging it down.
The slash at godspeed drew a dimly white streak of light. A faint noise rang out as the large hatchet raised by the leading goblin was split into two.
That was a moment before that goblin was cut into two from the crown of his head to his stomach, fresh blood gushing out everywhere. However, the knight was gone before that spray reached.
Deusolbert carried out his next attack, having moved to the second before the first even noticed his own death.
It was not some consecutive sword technique like those of Knight Fanatio or the rebels he had once fought against. Those were repeated single slashes in the old style of sword techniques executed from the traditional stance. However, Deusolbert’s skill was polished through a near infinite number of months and years, to a practically divine level. Only the upper ranks among the dark knights and pugilists could react against that single strike.
In actual fact, the second, cut from the left at nearly the same time as the first, had perished with his plate armor severed along with his heart by the time he began swinging down his large hatchet.
The overwhelming power difference was evident in everyone’s eyes.
However, the elite goblins showed no hesitation. Chief Shibori, too, was a superior being that inspired fear in them and they did not even consider opposing his command.
Two who circled around from Deusolbert’s side, bathed in the blood sprays from their own race, assailed him from both the left and right.
The experienced knight showed not even the least panic and first cut into the left goblin from below and drew that into an arc into the right goblin from above. The single immediate motion that ended the enemies on both sides was truly on the level of divinity.
Three remained; no, four if the general was counted too.
Would they come all at once or one after another?
Avoiding the spurts of blackish-red blood with a jump back, Deusolbert prepared his next attack.
The fifth naively slashed at him from the left of his vision. He saw no light reflected off blades from any other direction.
He sliced horizontally with the sword on his left with that curt yell. The tip cut a silver arc and sank into the enemy’s right.
Both of Deusolbert’s eyes opened wide in that moment.
A large hatchet had stabbed through the enemy goblin’s chest from behind, right as he had slashed, and flew towards him.
The massive blade scattered all around the fresh blood from its still breathing comrade as it closed in towards Deusolbert’s throat.
He could neither dodge nor block it with his sword.
Having judged so in an instant, the left forearm he raised collided with the tip of that large hatchet, producing dull light.
A numbing, intense pain. Though he had somehow endured with his reddish-copper gauntlet, the blow spread through his bones from his flesh.
Blowing through his surprise with a shout, Deusolbert forced the enemy’s blade to glance off towards the left. A cracking noise rang throughout his body, informing him of the broken bones in his left arm.
That was no more than a single arm!!
With the slash stopped with his mustered up spirit, Deusolbert charged straight in just like that. Stabbing through the sacrificed fifth’s stomach, his sword reached the overlapped sixth’s body.
However, the feedback was shallow.
He had to quickly withdraw his sword, gain some distance, and link that into his next attack.
Deusolbert pulled the sword out at once, sweat rising onto his brow without his notice.
The fifth slumped over, dead, and beyond that, he saw—
The sixth and seventh throwing their large hatchets away and leaping at him with their arms spread out at a height equal to crawl across the ground.
And there existed no stance fit for attacking an enemy in that position within Deusolbert’s style.
Falling into a momentary rigidness, the knight’s two legs were grabbed simultaneously by the two goblins. Incapable of dealing with their dreadful physical strength, Deusolbert fell onto his back.
His two widened eyes perceived Shibori, the enemy general, jumping forward with his large frame and two battle axes brandished while showing a brutal joy.
—In such a place, against goblins?
—It’s impossible for I, Deusolbert, an integrity knight, to face defeat here.
That thought could prove to be a dangerous poison for one’s mental state the more stubborn one was. Though he remained above falling into a berserk state like Sigrosig, Deusolbert’s motion came to a complete stop within his numbed consciousness.
The knight could only watch on as the lethal blade loomed closer before he heard—
A scream, hoarse from exhaustion but valiant all the same.
A single guard charged towards the enemy general and his fiendish features. That was that young guard commander. That youngling whose name he had not even heard yet raised the greatsword his two hands held up and carried out a slash from above with all he had.
In response, the enemy general swung the battle axe in his left hand as though it was a bother.
Gagiin!! A dull, shrill metallic noise rang out.
Though it paled when compared to the enemy general, the guard commander had a large build and wore heavy armor, but was blown away like a paper doll, rolling two, three times across the ground. That physical strength overthrew the gap between their technique, speed, and equipment all too easily.
The two eyes of the demi-human shone red and narrowed. Releasing the murderous aura of a beast’s, he leapt and swung up the axe in his right hand as though to put an end to the guard commander who had yet to stand up.
—I cannot allow any further casualties as a knight, and as their commander!
The momentary thought stabbed into Deusolbert’s stiff mental state like a bolt of lightning.
There was not enough time to shake his legs free from the two elite goblins binding them, stand up, and move before the guard commander. Throwing the sword in his right hand would only serve to delay the same conclusion by seconds.
Before he could consider what to even do, his two hands swung almost automatically—carrying out what he had never thought of prior.
Nocking the longsword in his right hand as a replacement for an arrow onto the bowstring of the Conflagrant Flame Bow he wielded horizontally, he fiercely tugged at it.
The heavy resistance felt as though he was pulling on a rope fastened to the great earth. The intense pain practically wiped his consciousness blank from the roots.
However, Deusolbert let a groan escape amidst his clenched teeth and pulled it to its very limit. Taking up a posture to fire, he yelled.
The divine instrument responded to its owner’s will even without reciting its art.
The energy from the flames emitting from all over the bow surpassed all previous manifestations of his armament full control art.
Though the longsword nocked onto the bow could not compare to a divine instrument, it was a named good produced personally by the highest minister. It possessed a priority on an entirely different level from the mass-produced steel arrows. The sacred energy contained within its blade transformed into flames without moderation.
The full body armor on Deusolbert, with its supposed resistance towards heat, turned red hot at once.
The two goblins clinging onto his legs let out shrieks as flames started spouting out from their eyes and mouths, burning them, before they could react accordingly.
The enemy general, turning back upon noticing the abnormality, widened both eyes from surprise and anger as he tried to hurl the axe in his right hand.
However, that was too slow—
“—Burn down to ashes!!”
Shouting so, Deusolbert released the bowstring. Shot forth with a roar, the longsword flapped its crimson, blazing wings as it soared straight. It appeared just like the Conflagrant Flame Bow’s original self—the phoenix that lived in the oldest volcano of the south empire.
The enemy general let out a groan as he crossed the two large axes before his body. The phoenix clad in flames struck the heart of that for an instant.
The large, pig iron axes vaporized all too quickly with a hiss.
And their owner, Shibori the chief of the plains goblins, skipped through the usual processes of combustion, immediately turning into black charcoal— He crumbled into pieces right after and vanished without a trace.
Having witnessed their general’s horrifying death, the goblin soldiers turned around at once and began fleeing. However, over three hundred soldiers could not escape the phoenix’s inferno and disappeared into cinders.
The distress both Fanatio in the first unit, middle, and Deusolbert in the right flank went through.
Instructing the second unit in the rear, the commander of the Human Empire Defense Army, Bercouli Synthesis One, clearly knew of those as well as the chaos the left flank under Eldrie’s command experienced from that smokescreen.
However, he did not take even a single step.
The first reason was his trust in the knights and guards brought up under his personal care. The second reason was how the Human Empire could not send out its second unit either, with the main force of the enemy’s ground troops, the Order of the Dark Knights and the Pugilists’ Guild, yet to make a move.
And the third reason was the possibility of a surprise attack, something he could not help but worry for, with his knowledge of the Dark Territory beyond everyone’s.
Or in other words, the enemy’s might in aerial warfare.
In this world where the art for flight did not exist—save for the one recorded in the index only Highest Minister Administrator could call out and was lost forever with her death, to be specific—the few «dragon knights» among the Order of the Integrity Knights and the Order of the Dark Knights possessed exceptional war potential. Freely soaring through the skies beyond the reach of swords, they could raze infantry with the knight’s arts and the dragon’s heat rays.
However, they could not be rashly let out onto the war front due to that value of theirs. If they sent theirs out before the enemy and any fell from the off-chance of an art or arrow from the ground, they would be ladened with a tremendous disadvantage from that very point.
As such, Bercouli retained all flying dragons aside from «Amayori», ridden by Alice, in the rear of the battlefield and trusted in the enemy to do the same. Hence, the surprise attack he fretted over would not come from dragon knights.
Aside from them, the forces of darkness held an aerial force that they monopolized.
They were repulsive, winged monsters termed «minions». Created from clay and other materials by dark arts users, they possessed no intelligence and could understand only certain basic orders.
In truth, Bercouli had heard from Alice that the highest minister had created and researched into those same minions in secret. However, it seemed even the highest minister hesitated in deploying the repulsive minions as they were to the Axiom Church. He could only feel it a pity that she had not changed their appearances into something fitting in time before she departed, but there was no use in crying over spilled milk.
Due to those reasons, Bercouli felt it necessary to prepare for minions launching surprise attacks from the skies. And in this situation with the flying dragons held back and the ascetics unit tied up with healing, he was the only option left for aerial defense over a vast area.
To be accurate, the divine instrument Bercouli held, the «Time Piercing Sword», was the only option.
Bercouli focused entirely on his mind while standing firm in the middle of the second unit with both hands against the pommel of his precious sword in its scabbard.
He could constantly sense the difficult battles the three integrity knights and the guards of the first unit went through.
However, he could not take even a single step.
After all, Bercouli had already activated the armament full control art for his cherished sword.
A humongous clock mounted on the Central Cathedral in an age long past had informed the residents of Central Capital Centoria of the time. Its minute hand and hour hand were reforged into a divine instrument, the Time Piercing Sword. The power it concealed was to «cut the future». The power behind a slash would remain in the trajectory where the sword was swung and anyone who touched that would be cut, a technique that was just as exceptional.
Just before the Great East Gate collapsed, Bercouli straddled the knight dragon, «Hoshigami», and created a gigantic «slashing space» spanning a hundred mel in width, two hundred mel in length, and a hundred-and-fifty mel in height right before the Great Gate. Swinging his sword time after time with subtle vertical and horizontal movements, he drew out a fine mesh in the empty air. The total number of slashes exceeded three hundred.
Maintaining those «incarnation blades» on such a scale for over tens of minutes was a first for Bercouli, the practically immortal being who had lived for over three hundred years, as well. The technique was made possible only by separating his consciousness from his flesh and concentrating solely on his mental state. He had left command of the first unit to Fanatio for this one and only reason.
—Hurry… if you’re coming, come quick.
That earnest wish remained with Bercouli despite having reached a realm detached from needless impatience. Putting aside his mental exhaustion, over half of the Time Piercing Sword’s sacred energy was already consumed. He could not dispel the armament full control art for the moment and repeat the act. If he failed to annihilate the enemy’s minions and they assaulted Alice, preparing a large-scale art in the sky above the first unit, they would lose their one and only hope.
Though Renri Synthesis Twenty-seven who abandoned his post was the one stuck with the most pessimistic state of mind among the seven high ranking knights gathered at the Great East Gate, Eldrie Synthesis Thirty-one, too, was up against the wall despite how he should have much more experience in actual battles.
That emotion differed from what Dakira of the «Four Oscillation Blades» held for Fanatio, that honest love. He wanted to offer all of himself to serve under Alice, yet at the same time, he experienced the contradictory desire to place her under his protection as his senior.
Alice was reputed as the greatest genius in the church’s history ever since he awoke as an integrity knight. She possessed a talent at the sacred arts far surpassing the ascetics and priests, was chosen as the owner of the oldest divine instrument, the «Fragrant Olive Sword» with its alternate name, the Eternal Immortality, which had rejected all resonance with other knights, and even had the gift to take in all of Knight Commander Bercouli’s techniques.
She could be seen only as a young girl on the outside, but to most of the knights, Alice was like a lone star in the northern skies, distant from all else. The circumstances had also spurred the rumors that she would succeed the highest minister, Administrator.
As such, Eldrie, too, made no effort to approach Alice after awakening as a knight. It could even be said he actively avoided her.
Though his memories in the Human Empire were stolen through the «Synthesis Ritual», Eldrie was the eldest son of Eschdol Woolsburg, the greatest commander-in-chief of Norlangarth North Empire and a first class noble. In addition, in Year 380 of the Human Empire Calendar, he was the first representative swordsman from the north empire and the champion of the Four Empires Unity Tournament. Even after becoming an integrity knight, his innate pride and conceit as a noble remained.
To that personality of his, Alice’s existence as a knight far superior to him despite being young and female, and her position as Knight Commander Bercouli’s only disciple should have brought him discomfort and never affection.
However, it happened late at night some time after she became a knight.
Eldrie spotted an utterly unexpected aspect to Alice by accident.
Delving deep in the rose garden in a bid for some secret sword training, he saw Alice, dressed in simple sleepwear, throwing herself down before a coarse grave marker and sobbing. The name on the grave marker, a mere cross carved from plain wood, was that of an old flying dragon whose Life went dry several days prior—the mother dragon who gave birth to Alice’s knight dragon, «Amayori», and Eldrie’s knight dragon, «Takiguri».
They might be highly valued for their war potential, but still, they were mere dragons. Was she not just a lower, kept beast? What reason was there for a grave and that grieving?
That was what Eldrie thought then.
However, when he tried to turn aside and snicker, he was shocked upon noticing something hot welling from his own eyes.
Alice, crying as she mourned for the deceased mother dragon. He still did not know why that had made his heart quiver hard enough to have it tear apart. However, Eldrie could only stand still, unable to even wipe his tears, as he realized. That graceful, fleeting figure was the true Alice Synthesis Thirty.
Ever since that day, the aloof Knight Alice appeared completely different when reflected in Eldrie’s eyes. He saw her as a crystal flower, capable of withstanding any draught with her head firmly held high yet close to shattering at any moment—
He wanted to protect her. He wanted to guard that girl from any tormenting, cold wind.
That emotion in Eldrie grew only stronger day by day. Still, his thoughts of protecting were too impertinent. Alice’s talents surpassed Eldrie’s be it in arts or the sword.
The only possibility he had left was his desire to receive Alice’s guidance as her disciple.
From then, Eldrie lived while holding onto a single desire. To have his master, Alice, recognize him as a swordsman and as a man.
That goal was difficult or even impossible. With the true strength of that genius knight, Alice, at a level recognized by even Knight Commander Bercouli, Eldrie’s zealous, desperate training was more to keep his patience strong rather than to catch up to her.
At the same time, he made great efforts to draw his master’s smile out, by even the slightest bit, with conversations over all sorts of topics, meals together, and a pompous manner of speech that just came to him—though that was, in fact, a resurgence of his personality from before becoming an integrity knight.
It was around those days when his effort began to bear fruit, with his skill with the sword growing and him succeeding in having his master’s lip form an extremely faint smile.
The cathedral was assailed by the largest incident in the church’s history.
It should have been standard duty at the start. Certainly, the major crime, «murder», committed by the two swordsmen-in-training was horrifying, but still, accidents involving disputes with bloodshed, the accumulation of unfortunate circumstances, did happen throughout the vast Human Empire at times. In reality, he felt practically no danger or enmity from the students when he saw them brought to the cathedral. He thought them no more than utterly dejected youths from the common folk.
That was why, when his master, Alice, shut them away in the cathedral’s underground jail and ordered at the end of her contemplation—
[Guard the exit to the underground jail for a night just in case.]
—Eldrie was somewhat astonished. And he took up the duty with the thought that keeping vigil in the rose garden was nice once in a while, but felt a great shock when the criminal did escape just as the eastern skies began to turn white.
Admiring his master’s insight, Eldrie stood before them to accomplish his role—and yet of all things to happen, he had to lose; and he had no excuses to deny that. He faced off against commoners with torn chains as weapons and he even made use of the recollection release art for his divine instrument, «Frost Scale Whip».
Truly, he could only admit his defeat. In the end, those two broke through the upper ranking knight, Deusolbert, Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio, his master, Alice, and even Knight Commander Bercouli, and ended up even defeating Highest Minister Administrator. Alice had clearly mentioned as well, in the log house at that meager north village he did not know the name of, in front of one of those criminals. That he was the strongest swordsman who surpassed even the integrity knights.
He did not feel regret over losing to that black-haired youth in terms of might with the sword.
That was not it; he was not the one; those thoughts hurt.
The one to release his master, Alice, from the ice garden that confined her heart was not him but that youth. Eldrie’s heart jolted at that realization.
Hours before the Great East Gate collapsed, his master, Alice, spoke with a gentle smile he had never seen even once in the past.
[I had continued down that bleak journey to reach today only with your support. Thank you, Eldrie.] …Or so she said.
Eldrie resolved himself with tears of gratitude when he heard those words. He would show how much Alice’s guidance had helped develop himself on this battlefield, at the very least.
That strong determination lent strength to Eldrie as the power of incarnation and drove him into a corner at the same time.
Even if the mountain goblin army had waged a normal war on the left flank of the first unit he led, Eldrie would show ferocity in no way inferior to Deusolbert at the right flank.
However, in reality, the mountain goblins came up with the unexpected strategy of completely robbing the left flank force with a dense smokescreen and slipping past their feet to assail the rear.
He was done in by goblins. He showed that shameful sight to Alice, watching on from the sky.
That impatience robbed the capability for composed judgements from Eldrie. He recklessly looked about in the dense smoke that concealed even his own nose from his vision and thought to give instructions to the guards. But he noticed in time at least, somehow, that an order to attack in this state would end in friendly fire and yet could think of no means to get rid of the smoke.
Eldrie could only stand stock still, disheveling his light purple hair and chewing on his lips hard enough for his blood to flow.
“Heey, you know, the left doesn’t look so in control.”
As Fizel, her partner, reported to their commander in a somewhat carefree voice, Linel nodded as well as her pigtails wavered. However, no reply came from their commander. She shifted her sight forward while thinking about how she barely spoke.
Fizel Synthesis Twenty-eight and Linel Synthesis Twenty-nine, apprentice knights, were stationed at the front of the second unit’s right flank of the Human Empire Defense Army. Despite the ruckus at the first unit’s right flank positioned a hundred mel in front, no enemy had penetrated the defense line. It seemed the senior high ranking knight, Deusolbert, was making quite an effort.
The center of the first unit that Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio was entrusted with, too, held its position for the time being. Though Linel and Fizel treated her like an elder sister and a natural enemy of sorts, they could not deny her might. That tense feeling she gave off previously, too, had mostly vanished after she shed that iron mask and revealed her bare face.
What worried her, as expected, was the left flank of the first unit.
Eldrie Synthesis Thirty-one, who took up command, was a newcomer who awoke merely seven months ago and though his abilities recently improved significantly, the sudden, major role might have been a little too heavy for him. He did command the front lines by his own wish, but it felt like it would have been better to leave it to the other senior knights instead—
She pondered over those thoughts as she pictured the stations for each knight in her head.
The high ranking knights gathered on this battlefield numbered merely seven.
The first unit had Eldrie on the left, Deputy Commander Fanatio in the middle, and Deusolbert on the right.
The second unit had the young Renri on the left, Knight Commander Bercouli in the middle, and the silent female knight on the right.
And the last position, in the sky, was taken by Alice Synthesis Thirty.
“…The left is a cause for concern no matter how you look at it, isn’t it…”
Fizel was the one to curtly nod her head instead, this time, to Linel’s mutterings. In fact, the situation at the left flank had been strange since minutes ago. There were no signs of injuries, but countless disorderly cries could be heard from across the troops in the middle. What appeared to be thick smoke, darker than even the darkness at the bottom of the valley, could be seen lingering there after squinting hard.
In the off-chance they slipped through Eldrie in the first unit, the second unit commanded by the young Renri should still hold them back—or at least, they should.
“Will that kid really be okaay?”
Nodding to Fizel’s words, Linel drew her head closer to her partner before whispering.
“I did not say anything because I figured Esteemed Uncle Bercouli would have something in mind, but the left and right flanks of the second unit really should have been swapped. I’m not sure at all about lining up Eldry with Renry.”
Fizel lowered her voice even further at that and replied.
“I thought about it and all, but dear uncle’s probably thinking about making us fight as little as possible, don’t you think…?”
Coming to an understanding, Linel watched as a slender figure quietly stood up a short distance away.
The thin armor was in matte grey, a rare choice among the integrity knights. Her hair, dark grey as well, was separated neatly at the middle of her pale brow and tied up at the back of her head. She appeared around twenty years old with single eyelids on her eyes, narrowed in a refined manner, and no rouge on her lips.
She was named Scheta Synthesis Twelve. Her alias seemed to be «Silent», but the origins for that were unknown. However, at the very least, Fizel and Linel understood well enough that this knight was nowhere as harmless as she looked. This knight was dangerous. They had no desire to even remain near her when she draws the rapier at the left of the waist.
Knight Commander Bercouli must have thought of having Scheta avoid battle as well, thus setting her behind the senior Deusolbert instead of the young Eldrie. In other words, if that archer continued to hold his ground, Linel and the rest would see no action.
That hardly constituted a valid reason, but—
“Excuse me, Scheta-sama.”
Linel spoke to their taciturn commander once more. She shot a glance at them, so she voiced out the rest of words.
“May we go take a look at the rear?”
The knight’s slender right eyebrow moved just two millice at that. As she felt a questioning “why” from that, she replied in a hurry.
“Erm, well, we are a little concerned…”
Her eyebrow moved once again. It must be asking “over what”. Her answer made her hesitate and she struggled before she somehow got out the words.
“Ermm… that person who should be together with the supply unit. The rebel… Kirito.”
Fizel nodded with slight motions from the side at that.
In that great turmoil seven months ago, Fizel and Linel fought against the rebels, Kirito and Eugeo, on the Central Cathedral’s grand staircase. To be accurate, they paralyzed them with concealed, venomous swords in a surprise attack and dragged them before the deputy knight commander before trying to behead them.
It should have been easy. However, that rebel, Kirito, had recited the detoxification art without them noticing, stole their swords, and paralyzed them in the end.
When Kirito swung the venomous swords down towards Linel and Fizel, collapsed on the ground, they did not feel any fear in particular. They simply sighed and felt slight regret, missing out on the opportunity to advance to being real integrity knights from apprentices. Thinking that it would be nice if Kirito killed them skillfully—in a clean and relatively painless manner, in other words—Linel awaited the moment her Life would be severed.
However, Kirito did not kill the pair. The venomous swords stood stabbed in the floor and he turned his back to them, standing against Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio. And he achieved victory in that unwinnable battle with wounds all over his body.
Fizel and Linel could still clearly recall the words Kirito’s partner, the rebel, Eugeo, gave them right before they left.
—Fanatio and Kirito are that strong because they have their sacred instruments and armament full control arts; that might be what the two of you thought, being who you are, but that’s wrong. Those two are much, much stronger. They could fight on even when hurt that badly not through their skills or weapons but through their heart and mind.
To be honest, she did not truly understand the meaning behind those words even after these seven months passed.
However, it was reality that the rebels, Kirito and Eugeo, defeated even Highest Minister Administrator. In exchange, Eugeo lost his life and Kirito lost his heart and an arm.
What did the two rebels seek as they fought? What strength did they gain from their hearts and minds?
It was in pursuit of that that Fizel and Linel participated in the Human Empire Defense Army and came all the way to the faraway Great East Gate.
The answers remained obscure. However, an unfamiliar sensation went through Linel’s chest when she saw Kirito, atop the wheelchair pushed by Knight Alice, appearing on the battlefield. She could not determine what she felt and thought then; a first for her.
The apprentice knights, Linel Synthesis Twenty-eight and Fizel Synthesis Twenty-nine, were born in the Central Cathedral. Though they had heard their parents were among the ascetics of the Axiom Church, they recalled neither their names nor faces.
Their parents were ordered by the highest minister, Administrator, to procreate and to send the babies to a certain establishment in the tower. Though there were a grand total of thirty in that establishment from the same background, the only ones living on now were Linel and Fizel. All of the other twenty-eight could not endure the «resurrection sacred art» experiments conducted by the highest minister and died.
Fizel and Linel lived on only because of their wholehearted research into «good methods of dying» that placed their flesh and spirit under least burden. The pair stabbed each other in the heart as ordered, died, and were resurrected by sacred arts. By the time the highest minister gave up on her experiments, each of them had already gotten the knack of killing the other while causing nearly no pain.
Strength, to the pair, referred to effective techniques for murder. If the opponent proved stronger, they would promptly flee. Flee, and train, to surpass and to kill again when given an opportunity. By that logic, there was no reason to take on injuries while standing against someone stronger. They had always thought so.
The rebels, Kirito and Eugeo, appeared to be only as skilled as the lower ranking knights when judging from their combat capabilities alone. However, the pair fought against that highest minister, abandoning an arm and a life, and triumphed.
For what cause?
And thus, what had that pair to gain?
They wanted to ask Kirito upon meeting again with him, but Integrity Knight Alice was constantly by his side and they found no opportunity to come into contact with him. Though they did not know if they could hold a conversation with him in his current state, it would be a bother if he died off before they could try. The supply unit behind ought to remain safe as long as the second unit hold, but that chaos on the left flank was definitely of worry.
—And as they could not possibly explain all of that to Scheta, the acting commander here, the pair restlessly waited for approval.
The knight, «Silent», glanced towards the left flank with her grey eyes and pointed towards the rear with her left hand after approximately two seconds of thought.
“Eh… erm, s-so we can go?”
As Scheta nodded without a word, she hastily made a simplified knight’s salute with Fizel.
“Thank you very much, we will be back immediately after confirming their safety!”
Turning about, they began running by the side of the ranks.
—Thank you very much, huh. She had never said that, not even to the esteemed highest minister.
Linel’s eyes met with her partner and they exchanged cynical smiles before she accelerated further.
Integrity Knight Renri Synthesis Twenty-seven, about to put his arms around his knees once more, drew in a sharp breath deep in the supplies tent after several shouts reached his ears from surprisingly close by.
Could it be? He could not believe the enemy army could have broken through the valley’s defense lines so quickly. Only tens of minutes had passed since battle began.
It was just due to him being worked up that he could hear those faraway noises so clearly; Renri convinced himself.
However, the reactions from the two girls who had taken refuge in the same tent told him that he did not mishear the approaching soldier voices.
“No way… they’re already this far back?”
The red-haired trainee named Tiezé Shtolienen flicked her face up and rushed to the tent’s entrance. Lifting the drapes, she ascertained the outside. Her whispering resounded immediately after, in a tone of increasing anxiety.
The trainee called Ronye Arabel, too, tensed up at that.
“Eh… Tiezé, is there fire too!?”
“No, there’s just this oddly colored smoke streaming in… —No, wait. In the smoke… there are all those people…”
The words from Tiezé, peeping outside through the gaps in the drapes, stopped as though absorbed by the thick cotton.
Renri strained his ears once again in the tense silence, getting onto his feet.
The cries had vanished some time ago. However, he sensed someone approaching beyond that stillness. He heard gradual, damp footsteps.
Without warning, Tiezé retreated to the middle of the tent with uncertain steps. Her shuddering right hand reached out towards her left waist.
It happened then, when Renri realized she was trying to draw her sword.
Baff! The drapes at the entrance tore as they were pulled apart without care.
The outside was mired in dusk without him knowing and the torches’ light quivered alone in a pale red. A humanoid silhouette stood in silence against that backdrop. Despite its small frame and hunched back, its two arms were abnormally muscular and gripped onto a coarse machete that appeared as though cut out from sheet metal.
The stench mixed into the air blowing in from the entrance stung Renri’s nose.
Trainee Shtolienen drew her sword as its sheath clattered and Trainee Arabel shouted in a low voice from beside the wheelchair.
The intruder with bizarre features responded in a hoarse voice, scratchy in some places.
“O-hoh… white ium girls… trophies for me…”
Tiezé slowly stepped back at the sheer rawness of his desires.
While he was a high ranking integrity knight, this was Renri’s first time witnessing a demi-human from the Dark Territory. He had been dealt with, by being frozen, before he was granted a flying dragon to fly to the mountain range at the edge.
This was completely… different.
Renri thought absentmindedly.
He thought he had learnt sufficiently regarding the four demi-human races from the lectures given by the senior knights and the written material in the cathedral. However, the goblin he imagined, taking on an appearance like that of the mischievous fairies from nursery tales, resembled this repulsive organism standing a mere eight mel away in no way.
The goblin lumbered a step forward in Renri’s view as he shivered to the tips of his fingers, unable to even move. His dirtied plate armor shone dully like scales.
Tiezé turned the long sword held in her two hands towards the goblin, but its point wobbled as her knees quivered uncontrollably. Did that soft clattering come from the girl’s teeth?
A feeble voice leaked out from Ronye’s throat. She hid the wheelchair Kirito sat upon before her back and held onto her sword’s grip with her right hand, but her legs, too, were shaking.
He had to stand.
He had to stand, draw the Twin Edged Wings from his waist, and fight against the goblin soldier.
Despite those thoughts, Renri’s body rejected any notion to move as though petrified. The enemy was no more than a single demi-human soldier. The high ranking knights, capable of matching a thousand, should have been bestowed enough power to achieve victory even when up against a thousand of these goblins.
“Gufh… you look tasty…”
The goblin licked his lips as his viscous drool dripped in strings.
“Ba… back off! If you don’t…!”
The warning Tiezé desperately wrung out served no purpose except to stimulate the goblin’s appetite. With a smug smile, the demi-human took another step forward, his machete brandished. Then—
That stale noise rang out in the tent.
The goblin soldier’s two yellow eyes opened widely in confusion as he looked down at his own chest.
Sharp, smooth metal sprung from the coarse plate armor. It was wet with drops of fresh blood; a sword’s pointed tip. Some being had stabbed precisely into the demi-human’s heart from behind.
“…What is, this thing …?”
Those became the goblin soldier’s final words. Strength left his brawny frame and he crumbled onto the tent’s floor in exhaustion.
Standing beyond him and half a head shorter than the two female trainees was a small swordswoman, or perhaps a female ascetic. Her dark, reddish-brown hair was braided and she wore a silver breastplate atop black ascetic clothing. The sword she held in her right hand was rather short, fitting her physique. Despite how she could still be labelled a child as according to her age—despite how she had just killed that horrifying demi-human soldier, her adorable face showed not even a hint of fear.
After seeing that much in a daze, Renri noticed at last.
This girl was neither a swordswoman nor an ascetic.
She was a knight. An apprentice integrity knight with a name of Linel Synthesis Twenty-eight if he recalled right. The girl was half of the «dreadful twins»: the one who murdered the previous twenty-eighth knight in a match and stole the position.
Linel’s expression showed no reaction even when she saw the foolish sight of Renri sinking onto the ground. After confirming the safety of the two trainees and Kirito, on the wheelchair, she spun about.
Another apprentice knight appeared at the tent’s entrance immediately after. Her short hair was in same hue as Linel’s and Fizel Synthesis Twenty-nine whispered to her partner in a soft voice.
“Nel, I took care of all of the goblins nearby, but they’re still coming. May be best to move.”
“Nn, okay, Zel.”
Having nodded, Linel caught the obstructing goblin corpse on the floor near the entrance with the tip of her right foot and rolled it somewhere less troublesome. The near lack of spilled blood was likely due to the speed and precision of that one strike from behind.
Turning around, she called out to the trainees who appeared incapable of speaking.
“I am Linel and this is Fizel. The two of us are apprentice knights.”
“Y-Yes, we’ve seen you during practice. We are trainees, Tiezé Shtolienen and Ronye Arabel. Thank… Thank you very much for saving us.”
Tiezé stated her name with a voice that still trembled and Ronye bowed as well. Linel shrugged her shoulders in a precocious fashion at that.
“It’s still up in the air whether you’ll live or not. It looks like more than a hundred goblins slipped through the defense lines while the left flanks of the first and second units are covered in a smokescreen.”
Linel went quiet for a moment there and finally looked straight at Renri.
Her grey eyes tinged with violet narrowed.
“What could you be doing here as the esteemed knight who is supposed to be taking command of the second unit’s left flank? Those under you are moving about in confusion under the smokescreen, you know?”
Averting his face as though to escape from the apprentice knight’s sight, Renri replied softly.
“…It’s nothing to do with the two of you. Please take those two and the ill one to somewhere safe.”
Renri felt vividly a change in Linel’s presence in that moment.
A cold, murderous aura, unfitting for a child, brushed against his cheek. The sword stained with goblin blood shone orange in the torches’ light.
Was she thinking to kill him like she did to the previous twenty-eighth?
Then that would be all to that. It was a mistake in the first place to hurl him, a failure of a knight who should have been frozen forever, into a real battlefield. He could not possibly return to the second unit now and there was no place for him even if he fled back to the cathedral. Though she was an apprentice, an execution by Linel who held a number as a knight would be a fitting end for such a coward.
Renri turned his face away as he awaited the blade of condemnation.
But what he heard was a soft whisper rather than approaching footsteps.
“…You are a terrible coward, but you must have some strength if you’re supposed to be a high ranking knight. Thank that swordsman you called ill.”
—What did she mean; that thought came and he raised his face only after Linel’s ascetic clothing spun about.
“Trainees, come, and bring Kirito with you.”
Went Linel’s instructions.
“Nel, they’re here! There’re eight… no, ten!”
Before Fizel’s voice overlapped them. Certainly, there were multiple sets of footsteps approaching from the east.
Turning about, Linel quickly instructed Tiezé and Ronye who stood frozen.
“I take back that order, stand by for a while. We will take care of the goblins.”
“We… we understand, esteemed knight.”
Tiezé nodded and Linel left the tent, as though sliding away, and vanished alongside Fizel. Cries from the goblins going, “There they are! Ium children!” came straight away as the footsteps left. They must have planned to draw them away before engaging.
Standing against ten whole goblins without fear required courage beyond what one would expect from apprentices. However, those two held strength worthy of that.
Linel judged Renri as a coward but still said he “must have some strength”. And that he should thank the rebel, Kirito, who should have originally been their enemy.
He did not understand the meaning behind those words and he doubted there was even a trace of strength inside himself. After all, he could not even bring himself to stand even with an enemy soldier within sight.
Renri looked downwards, unable to even muster the courage to confirm the expressions Ronye and Tiezé had.
However, that lasted only seconds. A straight line tore through the thick, woven fabric on Renri’s immediate left, separating the tent’s inside from the outside. That was reason enough for him to get up and leap backwards, rather than cower as he did.
Standing on the other side of the torn fabric was a goblin soldier shorter in stature than the one earlier but clad in armor that seemed of somewhat high quality. Though made from leather, it was tailored skillfully and even dyed black. Judging from how he hid from Linel and the rest’s notice, he was apparently a scout that excelled in covert operations.
Renri unconsciously reached out towards the throwing knives on his waist. But he could not draw them. Like when he saw the first goblin, the fear seeping from the depths of his stomach numbed his frigid finger tips.
Renri was mostly unaware of it himself, but the source of that fear did not stem from seeing a demi-human soldier up close for the first time.
It was fear towards fighting. To be specific, he feared the death match that engaging a goblin would lead to.
He feared getting killed. That said, he feared killing even more.
Sets of footsteps reached Renri’s frozen ears. They must be from a unit different from the one Linel and Fizel drew away. There really were more than ten or twenty goblins who slipped past the defense lines.
Perhaps having seen through Renri’s fear as he stood frozen, the scout grinned and turned towards Tiezé and Ronye. The two female trainees hid Kirito on the wheelchair behind themselves and firmly brandished their swords once more. However, despair flashed onto their faces right after. Numerous shadows approached through the smoke hanging behind the scout.
The scout readied the scythe-like weapon in his right hand and sidled towards Tiezé and Ronye.
“Stop… stop there! We will cut you if you come any closer!”
The red-haired girl shouted boldly. But that voice was faintly hoarse and quivered.
The goblin shortened the distance in silence. The lack of pointless banter, unlike the normal soldier from earlier, indicated him to be higher up among the soldiers, with more training. Still, Tiezé held her ground and held her sword aloft with an expression displaying her readiness to die.
—You can’t do it, run.
He wanted to say so. But Renri’s mouth did not move. His body, no, his soul rejected the option to fight even in this situation.
It was then—
A weak, creaking noise reached Renri’s ears.
He flicked his sight alone towards the right.
The black-haired youth looking downwards with an empty expression, still powerlessly sitting on the wheelchair in the tent’s murky depths. The noise came from his left hand. Blood vessels showed up on the hand hugging the two swords, rousing his joints, displaying the tremendous power within them.
As though resenting the lack of a right hand to draw those blades.
Renri whispered with an inaudible voice.
You wish to protect those two? Despite being unable to stand, to draw your sword, or to even speak?
Out of nowhere, he noticed.
The strength Linel and Fizel mentioned before they left. That must refer to neither swordsmanship, nor arts, nor divine instruments, nor even the armament full control art.
It was that meager power everyone, both integrity knights and the common folk, possessed from the start, yet lost sight of all too easily.
Renri’s right hand slowly began moving. His still-numbed finger tips brushed against the Twin Edged Wings on his waist. Sensation returned to his hands in that instant. His divine instrument seemed to speak to him.
The goblins carelessly swung that brutal scythe up towards Tiezé.
The sharp noise of the air being sliced apart echoed as a bluish-white light illuminated the murky insides of the tent.
The light sprung upwards, tracing an arc from Renri’s hand, grazing the tent’s roof as it dived. It turned upon passing through the goblin’s body and settled between the index and middle fingers of Renri’s outstretched right hand.
The goblin moaned as though doubting what had occurred. A light red line drew across the middle of his face without a sound.
Immediately after, the top half of the goblin’s face slid out of place and fell onto the ground with a damp noise.
The divine instrument, «Twin Edged Wings», was a set of extremely thin, steel throwing knives bent in the middle.
The knives of approximately forty cen long had no grip to hold them by. Both sides ended in sharp tips and they were thrown by placing that between one’s fingers. The edges that flew while revolving at high speeds could freely change their trajectory and would return to their owner’s hands before received between one’s two fingers again.
In other words, even normal usage required a level of concentration incomparable to that of swords. He could easily lose his fingers if his focus was disturbed by the slightest bit and he failed to receive the returning edges.
His evident control over such a weapon could be said to be proof enough of Renri’s capabilities. However, he himself was absolutely unaware of that. His spirit languished at the feeling of inferiority from his incapability to activate the armament full control art.
As such, Renri had not actually become any more ready for battle despite having killed the goblin with a single stroke.
Renri repeated his shallow breathing while focused on the cold steel faintly quivering, whirling to a stop at the tip of his extended right hand. He killed, he had finally killed; those words alone resounded in his mind time and time again.
Tiezé was the one to break the silence. Tears lightly stained her eyes in the shade of autumn as the trainee spoke in a whisper.
“Thank you… very much. You did save us, in the end.”
Warmth spread through Renri’s chest, icy with fear, from those words. That said, he did not have the time to respond. Multiple shadows came directly at them from beyond the smokescreen. Their numbers were likely beyond ten.
—Impossible. I can’t fight any longer. It was scary enough even against that one goblin.
The meager courage he gathered from all of himself scattered and vanished.
His breathing grew shallow. Strength left his legs.
His eyes swam, seeking a path of escape, and were drawn to the two long swords held in the black-haired youth’s one arm.
One among them, the sword adorned with a detailed rose inlay on its grip, let out a feeble light in the dim darkness. The blue light, faint yet somehow warm, pulsated just like a heart. The icy dread enveloping his entire body gradually thawed.
After drawing in all the air his chest could hold, Renri spoke.
“…The two of you should stay here and protect Kirito-san.”
Tiezé and Ronye replied with spirit. Replying with a light nod, Renri left the tent from where the scout tore through. The two goblins leading the approaching enemy soldiers noticed Renri and bared their fangs.
A flash came from his right hand and a bluish-white radiance ran through the air.
The throwing knife returned to his fingers just as their two heads fell. However, Renri shifted his sight without making sure of that and let loose the knife on his left waist towards a new target. Another two goblins had their life cut away as they crumbled.
New troops surrounded Renri who had dealt with four goblins in merely four seconds.
“It’s a knight…”
“The general’s head!”
Bathed in those savage voices, Renri ran forward in order to draw the enemies away from the tent behind. The goblins’ armor rattled as they chased after.
The orderly lines of supplies tents came to an eventual end. On his immediate left was a cliff wall that rose vertically and a dense smokescreen obstructing the front with goblins gushing out from there, one after another. And behind him were the ten chasing him.
Having jumped into his own doom, Renri stopped his feet and stretched his two hands grasping onto the two throwing knives towards the left and right before shouting.
“—My name is Renri! The integrity knight, Renri Synthesis Twenty-seven!! If you wish for this head, then come at me ready to set your life aside!”
The goblins responded with ferocious roars at that speech that took all of his courage.
Their machetes swung up as one and Renri let loose both throwing knives concurrently, targeting them who leapt in from both ends.
The knife in his right hand towards the right. The knife in his left hand towards the left. The two soaring edges traced arcs as they intercepted the frontmost goblins.
Heads left their bodies, dismembered one after another, before falling onto the ground. Their bodies fell forward, delayed, as dark fresh blood spurt from them.
Renri caught the two returning knives not by holding them between his fingers but by hooking them around his index fingers. Spinning them at high speeds in order to maintain their momentum, he threw them once more without pause.
The exact same scene repeated itself yet again. A naive comparison of his normal attacks against Deusolbert’s «Conflagrant Flame Bow» and Fanatio’s «Heaven Piercing Sword» in terms of might would probably result in his victory. The edges of the «Twin Edged Wings» were thinner than paper and as they spun at extreme speeds, they cut through inadequate armor as though they were not present.
The two consecutive throws downed over ten and even the goblins who knew no fear had their vigor dampened, spooked by the disconcerting manner of death of their allies.
I can do this— If he held on for a little longer, backup should come from the frontlines where the smokescreen was fading.
Renri held down the terror from the genocide he committed as he took a third throw.
However, what arrived at his ears was the noise of twigs fell by a hatchet rather than the prior cutting noises.
Kakiiin! A shrill sound of impact.
The two knives returned somehow despite how their courses were violently altered and Renri reached out as far as he could with both hands to retrieve them. Deprived of the composure needed to risk hooking it against his fingers, he narrowly brought the lethal knives to a stop.
His two widely opened eyes caught sight of a figure, a single goblin, languidly appearing from beyond the smokescreen.
His height did not differ much from Renri whose body was at the physical age of fifteen. However, the bulging muscles covering his entire body and the burning murderous aura emanating from his pair of yellow eyes were wholly different from the other goblins. He wore riveted leather armor, perhaps for the sake of mobility as it appeared light, and a massive hatchet dangled from his right hand.
“…You’re their general?”
Renri asked in a soft voice.
“Yer. Chief of the mountain goblins, Kosogi.”
The goblin replied calmly and slowly looked about.
“Ah-ah, that’s one grand display you put on in killing them. To think there was an integrity knight left behind all the way back here. I didn’t expect that at all.”
It was not just his physique, but his manner of speech, too, completely differed from the other goblins. Despite possessing an intense, seething blood thirst, his high intelligence held that down.
—Not that it matters. He only got lucky and deflected the Twin Edged Wings once, that won’t happen again.
Renri crossed his arms before himself and shouted.
“Your war will end here!!”
He threw them as fast as he could, with all he had.
The right edge soared down at an angle as the left grazed the ground as it sprang upwards, accurately flying towards Kosogi’s neck. Still.
Once again, all that rang out was a shrill, clear metallic noise.
The enemy general, Kosogi, shifted the hatchet quickly enough for it to turn into a grey blur and splendidly warded off the simultaneous attack from left and right.
He barely caught the deflected throwing knives.
—Why!? The Twin Edged Wings should be enough to slice through that goblin’s weapon…!
Shocked, Renri’s sight was drawn in towards Kosogi’s hatchet.
Though its make was coarse like the machetes the goblin soldiers had equipped, the tint of its blade differed. That was not a product of primitive casting. It had a sharp blade with high priority, forged over much time with tempered steel.
Perhaps having seen through Renri’s astonishment, Kosogi brought the hatchet before his face as he grinned.
“This? It’s a prototype, but it’s quite well done, right? There was blood spilt in order to steal the materials and methods from the Order of the Dark Knights. But you see… that’s not the only reason why your attacks are being blocked, knight kid.”
“……Then how about this?!”
He swung both hands straight up. The throwing knives that soared into the dark night skies vanished from the enemy’s sight and drew a great arc as they assailed from behind. Deflecting this would be—
His conviction immediately fell apart. The goblin chief named Kosogi swung the hatchet behind and deflected the knives travelling at extreme speeds without even looking, of all things.
Renri failed to perfectly catch the returning knives, wobbling unsteadily, and suffered a cut on the middle finger of his left hand. However, the situation gave him no time to even feel that pain.
“They’re light, kid. And that noise too.”
Kosogi’s short lines covered every single one of the Twin Edged Wings’ weaknesses.
The weight of each throwing knife was unbelievably light for a weapon considered a divine instrument. That was only natural given its pursuit for only sharpness and rotational energy, but as a result, it could not cut down by force any opponent with a defense of sufficient priority to handle its velocity.
In addition, the knives that spun at high speeds as they flew exhibited a distinctive noise as they sliced through the air. It was within the realm of possibility for someone who had trained their hearing to predict the trajectories.
Renri shuddered at Kosogi’s intellect, seeing through that much after watching his attacks only those few times. To think a goblin, a crude, inferior demi-human could—
“And that’s just a goblin… your face’s speaking, kid.”
Showing a grin that appeared somewhat depressed, Kosogi whispered.
“But in my case, I would like to say this. You’re supposed to be some great esteemed knight, right? Some integrity knight capable of facing against a thousand… that’s what I heard, but looks like it’s different for you? That’s why you’re hiding all the way back here, aren’t you?”
“…Yeah, that’s it.”
It was his mistake in the first place to make light of the enemy before himself as some goblin. Understanding that, Renri abandoned his bluff and nodded.
“I’m a failure of a knight. But still… make no mistake. I’m the failure here, not this.”
He brought the silver edges held between his fingers in both hands before his face.
The Twin Edged Wings’ weaknesses. The one method to rid it of them would be the integrity knight’s secret art, the armament full control art.
This divine instrument was said to be once a pair of divine birds who had respectively lost their left and right wings. Unable to fly with a single wing, they joined together and soared higher than any of the other birds could go and flew on for close to an eternity.
That legend gave birth to a small, stinging wound deep in Renri’s heart without his own notice.
The one he cherished in those memories robbed from him through the Synthesis Ritual.
The childhood friend he crossed swords against in the final match of the Four Empires Unity Tournament and stole the life of by accident at the end of that battle surpassing all other.
He and Renri were truly a pair of birds. They had competed against each other for as far back as they could recall and even after moving to the central capital from their village, they broke through all trials while relying on each other for mental support, reaching that ultimate stage.
But their wings broke there.
Even with his memories sealed and him turned into an integrity knight, the gigantic sense of loss in Renri’s heart remained unfilled. Having lost the courage to take up the sword to fight and the joy of connecting, heart-to-heart, with another, Renri could not possibly have called awake those two divine birds soaring with their wings joined.
That black-haired youth he met on this battlefield who had suffered more than anyone else and the two swords he held in his arm.
The warmth light emanating from one of those spoke to Renri in a mute voice.
Things existed in this world that remained even after one’s life came to an end.
Those were memories. Recollections.
Connections between hearts allowed for one’s life to be succeeded by another, and yet another. Without end, as long as the world continued on.
Renri averted his sight from the goblin general, approaching with an expression certain of victory, and gently lowered his eyelids.
The young knight appeared as though he had given on everything before his body let loose an abrupt tempest of his spirit as a swordsman. His two eyes flickered open. His two arms, gripping onto the two metal knives, intersected as though to conceal the bottom half of his face.
“——Fly, Twin Wings!!”
Those arms swiped horizontally along with that shout. The two soaring streaks of light traced a steep arc and assailed Kosogi from the right and left.
“You can keep trying… but it’s useless!!”
The goblin chief brandished his hatchet and deflected the throwing knives with all his strength.
Shrill, metallic noise accompanied crimson sparks. The two knives bounced away all too easily, but they took off back into the skies without falling onto the ground. Just like two nestled birds, they drew a helix as they intertwined, joining ever closer.
It was then, when the knives came together.
Rather than the armament full control art, Renri cried out loud the phrase for the true secret art surpassing it, the «recollection release art».
A pure white radiance illuminated the valley.
The two facing metal knives united at their apexes within the light and became one.
Revolving gently, the knife that had now become a cross glittered bluish like a distant star in the night sky. The divine instrument, the Twin Edged Wings, released.
Renri slowly reached his right hand towards his other self, still releasing light from far above.
—Just like me together… with—
He gripped, tightly, the right hand that he had raised so high.
The crossed knife began rotating with tremendous force. The noise of it cutting through the air grew steeply before eventually disappearing as it exceeded the audible spectrum.
Renri leisurely swung down that right hand.
The Twin Edged Wings slid through space soundlessly as a disc of light towards the goblin.
“It’s… no use!!”
Roaring, Kosogi slashed the hatchet at the Twin Edged Wings’ assault from the sky above in a bid to knock it down.
However, it occurred a moment before the thick steel went up against the ultrathin knife. The divine instrument rapidly altered its prior trajectory and leapt vertically for a moment before accelerating downwards once more after the hatchet swiped through empty air.
It was a dry, quiet noise.
A bluish-white streak surged through the middle of Kosogi’s figure, trained to the extremes, in the very next instant.
Kosogi leapt at Renri with a savage roar. But the right half of his body fell behind the left. He ran a step or two before his body separated fully, crashing towards the right and left.
On the verge of his death, Kosogi pondered on the cause of his defeat with his excellent intellect.
Going by his preconceptions, it would mean that puny, budding knight hid bloodthirst and desires greater than him. However, no matter how hard he stared with his divided vision, he could discern no bloodthirst at all on the knight’s childlike face.
—Then, what had I lost to?
Though the desire to know overwhelmed him, that was but a moment before complete darkness engulfed his vision.
Upon receiving the returning Twin Edged Wings with both hands, they separated without a sound and returned to how they were.
Renri silently stared at the two knives unstained by even a drop of blood.
It was not as if his sealed memories came back to him. In the first place, Renri had no notion that his memories were sealed.
Yet still, Renri affirmed the remnants of memories, sparse as they were, of another person whom his heart had joined with once. He thought that sufficient for now.
After shutting his eyes for a moment, he flicked his head upwards in realization. There should have been many goblin soldiers waiting behind the enemy general, Kosogi. Yet it was strangely quiet.
Focusing his eyes beyond the finally clearing smokescreen, Renri noticed countless corpses heaped upon each other. They were all those of the enemy troops who should have been still alive minutes ago. Surprise took him as he wondered who could have done it.
“…You’re looking a little more like a knight now, aren’t you?”
Hearing that voice, he flusteredly turned his body about. The person trotting in from his right was the apprentice knight, Fizel Synthesis Twenty-eight. Linel Synthesis Twenty-nine was present beside her too. It must have been this pair who took care of the remaining enemy troops.
He stood stock still, not knowing how to reply, and Linel, with her hair in pigtails, snorted before carrying out an embellished knight salute.
“Esteemed High Ranking Knight, we await your orders.”
That must have been part sarcasm, but it was still better than scorn. Renri cleared his throat before asking of the pair.
“…Are Tiezé and the others safe?”
“Yep. They joined up with the supply unit.”
As Fizel nodded, he let out a relieved sigh and nodded.
“What about the enemy soldiers who got past?”
“We took care of all of them.”
Linel replied this time.
“Then… I’ll return to my unit, so it would be for the best if the two of you did the same.”
After seeing off the apprentice knights who turned about with absolutely no sign of exhaustion from the combat and rushed off, he turned his eyes towards the rows of tents behind once more.
Expressing his gratitude in his heart to the two female trainees and that young swordsman, Renri Synthesis Twenty-seven the high ranking integrity knight began running towards the east to join up with the left flank of the second unit.
At the back of the Dark Territory’s second army, stationed roughly five hundred mel from the valley where the fierce battles continued.
A tall woman in a revealing outfit stood on the second floor of a four-wheeled carriage, luxurious enough even if inferior to Emperor Vector’s earth dragon war vehicle, with her arms folded. She was one of the Ten Lords of the Dark Empire, head of the Dark Arts Users’ Guild, D.I.L.
The black-clothed messenger arts user waiting at her side looked up at her master as she reported in a low voice.
“Sigrosig-dono, Shibori-dono, and Kosogi-dono have all been lost in the battle.”
D.’s lips curved in that instant and she spat out.
“Ugh, how useless… I suppose that’s as far as those stupid demi-humans could go.”
She took a glance at the necklace dangling on her captivating breasts. With twelve precious stones set on the silver circle, it was a treasured divine instrument that told the time through their fluctuating hues. The six o’clock stone lit orange and the seven o’clock stone was still dark. In other words, only a mere twenty minutes or so had passed since the battle began at six in the evening.
“Have those integrity knights’ positions been uncovered?”
She asked, making no effort to hide her irritation, and the messenger arts user chanted a short art and listened to the art users lurking on the battlefield before replying.
“We have visual sight on three at the frontmost lines. We have found two in the rear, but confirming their positions will still require time.”
“Still five? Or perhaps their numbers are simply few…? Still, we must be sure to slaughter those five…”
D. muttered to herself with a ruthless expression, far from the coquettish behavior she put up before the emperor, and gave an order after slight thought.
“Fine, release the minions. Make the commands…”
Squinting, she judged the distance to the collapsed Great Gate and the war front beyond it before continuing.
“…«fly seven hundred mel», «descend onto ground», and «unrestrained annihilation».”
“I believe the demi-human forces at the frontmost line will be swallowed up with that distance?”
“That’s of no issue.”
She decided in an apathetic manner.
The female messenger arts user, too, showed no emotion and nodded with an “understood” before asking again.
“How many shall we send? We currently have a total of eight hundred incubated and all available here.”
“Hmm, let’s see…”
D. took several more moments as she pondered.
She felt minions, requiring many resources and much time in their production, to be far more important than those goblins in terms of fighting strength. Though she wanted to exercise prudence wherever possible, the emperor would certainly be displeased if D.’s proposal to [annihilate the enemy’s main force through a concentrated volley of arts from behind] were to fail.
“…All eight hundred.”
A cruel smile made its way onto those lips that issued that order.
D. hid an ambition. To achieve victory in this battle and obtain that «radiant medium» person, and thus, to succeed the position of emperor from Dark God Vector who had returned to the earthly realm for absolute rule over the entire Underworld.
Upon taking the throne, she could create thousands, tens of thousands of minions if she so wished. Her greatest obstacle, the Dark General Shasta, had already died and the only ones with power remaining were the merchants, interested only in money, and the pugilists, interested only in battle. The realization of her ambition could be said to be imminent.
She would succeed in subjugating the entire world, a feat unaccomplished by even that half-god, half-human Highest Minister Administrator, and get her hands on that art for eternal Life said to be concealed at the stronghold of the Axiom Church.
Perpetual youth and immortality. Everlasting beauty.
Sweet shudders crept their way up D.’s back. Her scarlet tongue dabbed at her lips painted blue.
It was about then when the orders from the messenger arts user dispersed through the Dark Arts Users’ Guild at the front lines and those pitch-black golems, manifestations of darkness given wings, flew off as one.
As the light from the torches shone upon her glossy skin, the eight hundred minions rose and flew straight through the gorge as commanded.
A wide grin carved itself on Knight Commander Bercouli’s lips that have been pursed like some sculpture since the battle began.
He sensed many aviating soldiers intruding the range of the armament full control art he maintained in the skies right before the Great Gate.
Those were not flying dragons with dark knights astride. They appeared to be those minions, cold as mud and devoid of soul.
However, it was too soon to invoke it. He would pull the minions released by the enemy in until they were all swallowed within his «slashing space».
Bercouli’s keen senses had already perceived the tough battles Fanatio and Deusolbert went through, as well as how Renri awakened even if he had fled temporarily.
With the three generals of the invading army’s vanguard defeated, there was no worry they would lose their hold on the battle line. Next, if only the seventh high ranking knight on stand-by in the sky were to render the enemy’s long range arts futile by exhausting every last bit of the space sacred energy, the unhurt second unit of the Defense Army would be capable of intercepting the enemy’s main force, the Order of the Dark Knights and the Pugilists’ Guild.
Bercouli had predicted his true role to arrive after that.
It was not to fight, one-to-one, against his arch rival of many years, Dark General Shasta.
Bercouli had already sensed Shasta’s absence from the enemy’s main force. The immense spirit he felt vanishing far in the east days ago—that must have been that master swordsman’s final moment.
As the most senior integrity knight, having lived through practically countless years and months, Bercouli no longer grieved and mourned for those bound by Life. Still, the death of Shasta, the one he hoped capable of reconciling the land of darkness and Human Empire without bloodshed, filled him with chagrin and nothing else.
With things as they were, he would simply have to cut down the one who ended Shasta’s life, the owner of this presence that felt like a frigid emptiness—that unknown enemy supreme commander likely leading the Dark Territory army—by his own hands to avenge his death.
Or perhaps his own life would end there, Bercouli thought.
Still, he no longer felt even a fragment of attachment towards life.
He would simply die when the time came.
Bercouli had thought that incarnation released by that lower ranking knight under Fanatio on the verge of death to be admirable, and felt slight envy from it too.
But naturally, this was no time for such.
The slashing area had, at last, devoured every single one of the swarm of minions tearing through the dark skies above as they advanced.
Bercouli’s two eyes flashed open and gently swung up his cherished sword, the «Time Piercing Sword», that was thrust in the ground.
He slashed the empty air with its naked blade with that brief shout.
At that, endless dazzling white rays of light joined together as they traced out a three-dimensional grid in the sky beyond.
Following a grand, bizarre cacophony of death cries, darkness rained upon the heads of the enemy demi-human forces like a waterfall. The weak poison in the minions’ blood spurred on the confusion among the forces that had lost their generals.
Ominous premonitions seized D. right as she heard a faintly startled ring in the messenger arts user’s voice which had persisted in its utter lack of emotion thus far. Only to be realized a second later.
“Lamentably, Your Excellency… it appears the eight hundred minions have been all annihilated before they landed.”
She lost her words.
The shattering noise following that was a shriek from the expensive crystal cup struck against the carriage’s flooring.
“How could it be?! I had never heard of any force capable of arts on this scale among the enemy!”
In the first place, it would be near impossible to massacre eight hundred minions with only arts. As they were largely produced with clay, they held high resistance against thermal and cryogenic arts. A slash from a sharp blade would be most effective, but the infantry units’ swords could never reach the minions in the air.
“…The enemy has yet to release their flying dragons?”
D. asked, somehow bringing her rage under control. The messenger arts user confirmed with her head still lowered.
“Yes. We have yet to confirm even a single flying dragon at the current moment.”
“In that case… it’s that? The trump card belonging to those integrity knights… the «armament full control art». Still… to think it’s capable of…”
Saying no more, she grinded her bared canine teeth together.
Like Dark General Shasta, D., too, had attempted to collect information regarding the secret arts concealed by the integrity knights. However, it was near impossible to witness some precedent on such a scale. She could explain it with nothing more than the synergy between the divine instrument and the knight’s own strength.
“That said, using their weapons in such a way should consume much of their Life. Continuous usage shouldn’t be…”
It was when D. muttered so as her thoughts whirled about at full speed.
Having listened to a report from the frontlines, the messenger arts user’s head shot up and she conveyed it with a voice that had regained some of its strength.
“Your Excellency, the tracing of the two integrity knights in the rear has been completed. In total, we have the five targets within sight.”
Nodding, she gave it more thought.
The most uncertain element was whether to send in the second main force of the army, the Order of the Dark Knights and the Pugilists’ Guild in order to further debilitate the enemy’s armament full control art. Another choice would be to invoke their trump card, the Dark Arts Users’ Guild now and to settle the war in one blow.
It was in D.’s original character to be wary, to carefully work out a plan and to eliminate any obstacle before putting it into action.
However, the unexpected loss of her eight hundred treasured minions in an instant drove her into an unconscious uneasiness.
Filling up a new crystal cup with a dark purple wine, D. spoke to herself.
—I am calm. This is the time for the first grasp at glory.
Raising the cup that she had drank down all at once, D.I.L. loudly ordered.
“Move out all of the ogres’ archer forces and the Dark Arts Users’ Guild! Enter the gorge and begin reciting the «Wide-area Incineration Projectiles» art!!”
The voice produced from her throat was shrill and sounded somehow forlorn. The flying dragon, «Amayori», encouraged her master.
Integrity Knight Alice forced a mild smile onto her lips and whispered.
“I am fine, there is no need to worry.”
However, she was, in actual fact, not fine in the least. Her vision strangely distorted, her breath rough, and her limbs icy cold. It would not be odd for her to fall unconscious in the next moment.
The compressed, enormous art, possibly exploding at any moment, that she had continuously chanted for immediately after the battle began was not what exhausted Alice so.
It was what served as the source of sacred energy that art consumed: the countless deaths.
Knights. Guards. Ascetics. The dread, grief, and despair from the instant before they disappeared tormented Alice without pause.
Once, Alice would have paid no notice to the lives and deaths of the Human Empire’s common folk, let alone those from the Dark Territory.
She had lived in Rulid for half a year, understanding the preciousness of the villagers’ modest yet earnest lives, and recognized them as something worthy of protection, but that was no cause for thinking the same of those living in the Dark Empire. In reality, Alice had annihilated the gang of goblins and orcs who assaulted Rulid a mere ten days ago without the slightest hesitation.
The dark forces were heartless invaders, an enemy to be destroyed without mercy.
She accepted that without doubt until she assumed this duty Bercouli assigned her to.
How could it be—?
The sacred energy born from the Life of both armies’ fallen soldiers in the battlefield below were of the exact same nature be it from a human of the Human Empire or a demi-human. They were all warm, pristine, and without any means at all to distinguish their former selves.
Pondering on the reasons for that threw Alice into great turmoil. What if, what if the Human Empire’s inhabitants and the land of darkness’s monsters effectively possessed the same soul, differing only in whether they were born on this side of the mountain range or that?
Why, exactly, were they fighting against us?
“……Kirito. If only you were around…”
You might have found some other way; she stifled those words without verbalizing them. She had to focus on the art now.
In the war council before battle began, Alice expressed her doubts to Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio. On who could be the one capable of using an art enormous enough to exhaust the vast gorge of its space sacred energy.
Fanatio looked straight towards Alice at that and answered.
—That would be you, Alice Synthesis Thirty.
—You may not have noticed, but your current strength exceeds that of integrity knights. You should be capable of it as you are now. The true power of the gods, to split the skies and tear the earth asunder.
She thought she expected too much of herself then. Still, at the same time, she felt that she had to accomplish this role even if it meant her life in exchange. That it was her responsibility as the one who pointed a sword at the highest minister and so drastically altered the Axiom Church’s ruling structure.
Alice thought no further and focused solely on gathering the sacred energy released in the gorge and converting that into the art.
However, Alice felt tight in her heart and she could do nothing about it as screams incessantly echoed through the gorge.
Die. Dying. Fathers; brothers; sisters; and children.
Alice murmured into her heart.
She wished for «that time» to arrive even a second earlier. The time to end this tragedy by giving birth to deaths far outnumbering the current horrendous count—
The jumbled forces of mountain goblins, plains goblins, and giants demi-humans making up the first unit of the invaders were a step before going on a stampede.
The three chiefs had all died in battle. In other words, the knights leading the enemy army were stronger than anyone among the demi-human forces. «The strong shall rule»—that was the one and only law engraved onto the souls of the Dark Territory’s inhabitants.
If this battle belonged only to the demi-humans, the soldiers would have all surrendered as soon as their commander was defeated.
What narrowly prevented that situation was the presence of the god of darkness, Emperor Vector, who had descended into the Dark Territory. The emperor was stronger than anyone among the Ten Lords and it was still unknown if the knights of the Human Empire were stronger.
Hence, the demi-humans could only follow their initial order and continue with the momentum, earnestly swinging their blades against the Human Empire Defense Army.
Utilizing the minutes gained from their desperate combat, the Dark Territory army’s trump card, their long-range military force: the ogres’ archer forces and D.’s Dark Arts Users’ Guild advanced to a position barely before the crumbled Great Gate.
The plan was to have the three thousand strong ogre unit ready their massive crossbows in front and the dark arts users, also three thousand strong, chant their offensive arts behind. The one assuming overall command was not the ogre chief, Fulgrr, but an adept arts user close to D.
That arts user listened to the commands coming in from the rear and nodded once before shouting.
“Ogre unit, ready your crossbow! Arts unit, begin chanting for the «Wide-area Incineration Projectiles» ceremony!! Spotters, begin chanting the marking art for the enemy integrity knights’ coordinates!!”
Wide-area Incineration Projectiles referred to a large-scale annihilation art designed by D.I.L. for the sake of this plan. Converting all of the space darkness energy filling the battlefield into thermal elements, they would then achieve firing it at long distances by affixing them onto the ogres’ arrows. As it consumed no darkness energy through transformation phrases like «bird shape» or «arrow shape», the output should far exceed their expectations. It was the mightiest offensive art in history, absent from the «age of blood and iron» and possible now only because the races fought together under Emperor Vector.
In addition, D. had prepared a careful plan to make use of arts users excelling in aerial elemental arts as spotters, creating «wind paths» for concentrated fire on the enemy army’s main force, the integrity knights. If all of the incineration arrows impacted upon a single point, it should result in an attack of extreme priority that not even that Highest Minister Administrator could guard against perfectly.
That was the exact situation that the Sage Cardinal once feared, the «strength of many overwhelming the strength of one».
Amayori let out yet another low growl.
However, this time was one to warn, with a sharp roar mixed in.
Alice mustered her will, taking back her consciousness that had begun to fade, and stared hard towards the twilight far in front.
—They are here!!
Fresh troops approached at a controlled, steady pace from beyond the demi-human forces still brawling with the Defense Army. She could see no metallic glint. They were likely the long ranged attack unit—the Dark Territory’s Dark Arts Users’ Guild.
They were the ones Knight Commander Bercouli was most vigilant towards, those who held sufficient destructive power to sweep away the Human Empire Defense Army in one strike.
However, the same could be said of Knight Alice.
Alice had been chanting for a large-scale art. It was conceptualized after hearing of Deputy Commander Fanatio’s battle against Kirito, what might be called a «reflected light amplification» art.
With the mass of space sacred energy, sourced from the countless lives lost to the fighting, as a base, Alice first changed the shape of crystal elements and created a gigantic glass ball measuring three mel across.
Next, she created a thick metal film with metallic elements and shielded the entire glass ball.
The product was a «sealed mirror». Placing that onto the fitting gap between Amayori’s wings on her back, she pushed both hands onto its smooth, curved surface, and sealed in luminous elements generated from the constantly produced space sacred energy.
That was a basic yet ultimate technique that many high ranking art users racked their minds over since ancient times.
Without constantly fixing one’s mind onto them, generated elements like thermal, cryogenic, and aerial elements would drift about the area on their own volition and eventually vanish, scattering as hot or cold air. Simultaneously, there was an upper limit to the number of elements maintained, fixed to the terminals the arts user possessed: the number of fingers on their two hands.
Chief Elder Chudelkin used his unique physique to stand upside-down with his head alone and made the toes on his two feet into terminals as well to maintain twenty elements. Furthermore, Highest Minister Administrator turned her silver hair into terminals through some technique, allowing her to concurrently handle over a hundred elements.
That said, Alice could emulate neither of those techniques. To begin with, ten or even a hundred would not suffice for this situation. The enemy dark arts users numbered three thousand—even if they each maintained five elements on average, their total would actually exceed fifteen thousand.
Hence, Alice explored means to maintain the produced elements without the need to focus on them. What first came to mind was to set them into some vessel. That said, the standard elements for offensive arts, thermal and cryogenic, would instantly disappear upon coming into contact with some material, heating it up or cooling it down.
However, an idea came to Alice when she heard about how Kirito had reflected the light from Fanatio’s divine instrument, the «Heaven Piercing Sword», with a mirror created from just metallic and crystal elements in the fight on the cathedral’s fiftieth floor.
If light did no more than rebound upon touching a mirror—she would only have to produce a fully sealed mirror.
And if she were to generate luminous elements within it.
It could, theoretically, maintain an infinite number of luminous elements until the mirror’s Life expired.
The crossbow, drawn to their limits, by the brawny ogre archers creaked as they were pointed towards the dim sky.
In order to ignite the innumerous arrowheads, gleaming dully, the three thousand dark arts users held their hands up high as they recited the opening phrase as one.
The incantation consisting only of female voices could be called only a chorus of death. Intoxicated by the immense power it was to be, the arts users sang the next phrase.
“““Generate thermal element!!“””
Faint red particles flickered as they lit up on their lithe fingers—
Yet it was but an instant before they turned dull, extinguishing after letting out a modest puff of smoke.
The adept arts user commanding the unit could not immediately understand what had happened and recited the incantations once more. But the result remained the same.
Surprise overcame her while bewildered voices from her subordinates reached her ears.
“We cannot create the thermal elements!”
“We cannot initiate the «Wide-area Incineration Projectiles» ceremony at this rate!”
She scanned the surroundings in pursuit of the cause of the phenomenon and her close aide nearby timidly opened her mouth to speak.
“C-Commander… shouldn’t it be due to a lack of space darkness energy…?”
“H-How could that possibly be?!!”
The commander shouted out in shock. She pointed at the frontlines in the distance with the left hand on which she wore numerous rings.
“Do you not hear those screams!? Don’t you see those humans and demi-humans dying?! Just where do you think all of their lives could have vanished off to?!!”
No one had an answer to that question. The ogre archers, too, grew irritated with the command to fire delay and could simply continue to keep their crossbows drawn.
The time had arrived.
Alice shut her eyes for a moment and prayed.
She would personally shoulder the sin of robbing many of their lives for the sake of one.
The silver sphere with a diameter of three mel on Amayori’s sturdy back had its pressure raised to its maximum. Pulling away the two hands in contact with it, she drew her sword from the left of her waist.
“—Bloom, flowers! Enhance armament!”
Her sonorous shout divided the blade of her divine instrument, the «Fragrant Olive Sword», in countless small orbs. Maneuvering the golden yellow swarm, she instructed the knight dragon.
“Amayori, lower your head!”
Following her orders, the flying dragon inclined forward. The silver sphere quietly rolled and tumbled off the dragon’s head into the air after one revolution. Carefully catching it with the small orbs, she adjusted it until a certain point on the silver sphere was directed diagonally downwards.
Drawing in a breath, she whispered.
An incantation far too short and plain for an art holding such terrifying power.
The silver, reflective sphere was made with one spot thinner on purpose.
Focusing the immense light and heat from the countless exploding luminous elements onto that one point, the silver film and glass liquefied into a crimson red—
Letting them loose into the world outside with a shrill explosion.
Fanatio stood in a daze, looking up towards «that» from the ground, while she thought about how it must hold a might thousands of times stronger than the light ray produced by the Heaven Piercing Sword’s armament full control art.
The guards and knights aside from her were simply awed by what they believed was Solus’s might.
The pure white pillar measuring five mel wide fell upon the earth from the skies with extreme speed and stabbed in between the demi-human forces. It then made its way farther into the gorge as though nudged gently—
A roaring symphony of several thousand bells rang out as the waves of heat and light grew to encompass the entire width of the gorge. It became a towering pillar of fire immediately after, practically touching the mountain range at the edge, and dyed the night skies red.
D. chuckled upon seeing the absurd explosions almost close enough for her hands to reach, in belief that it was the result of her own strategy.
However, the heat wave surging forwards at her four-wheeled carriage from the gorge wiped that smile off.
The burnt, charred wind brought her tidings. The screams of the demi-human units and the dark arts users D. personally raised as they perished.
The messenger arts user reported hoarsely as D. stood in silence.
“…Due to the unknown deficiency of space darkness energy, we were unable to set off the «Wide-area Incineration Projectiles» ceremony… immediately after, the unidentified large-scale attack launched by the enemy forces appears to have wiped out ninety percent of the demi-human units, seventy percent of the ogre archers, and also… over thirty percent of the dark arts users units…”
D.’s frame trembled, boiling over with anger at last, as she exclaimed.
“We clearly know why! It’s that ridiculous art that sucked up every last drop of space darkness energy in the gorge!! Still… I can’t believe it, an art on such a scale is impossible for me… the deceased highest minister must be the only one capable of it!! So tell me, who was the one behind it!?”
Despite her rant, naturally enough, there were no answers to be had.
How could she find a way out of this situation—or rather, how should she report this to Emperor Vector? The one boasting the greatest intellect among all in the Dark Empire, D.I.L., could do no more than breathe raggedly.
Assailed by the recoil from firing that exceptionally great art and the tragedies born from it, Alice returned the Fragrant Olive Sword to its scabbard immediately before collapsing onto Amayori’s back.
The flying dragon gently accepted its master before tracing slow spirals as it descended onto the frontmost lines of the Human Defense Army.
The first one to rush in was Deputy Knight Commander Fanatio. Reaching out both arms, she caught Alice who slipped off her dragon.
“…That art and display of incarnation was magnificent, Alice.”
Somehow raising her eyelids at that truly touched voice, Alice saw the gorge with its surface still burning red as well as the shadows of the enemy survivors fleeing in a frenzy. She could hardly find any corpses. They must have been disintegrated by the initial ray of light or blown apart without a trace by the following explosions.
She could not bring herself to feel any pride over the far too ruthless destruction.
Still, cheers surged in like a tidal waves from the surrounding guards straight away. They eventually streamed together and turned into cries of triumph as they continued.
While listening to the cheers for the Order of the Integrity Knights and the Axiom Church, Alice finally let out a choked breath and lifted her body which was supported by Fanatio. The deputy knight commander showed a tired smile and gave a deep nod.
“The enemy has retreated. You have led us to victory.”
Responding to those words with a smile as well, Alice stiffened her expression and spoke.
“Fanatio-dono, the war has yet to end. Please prevent the fresh sacred energy from the earlier art from being reused by the enemy and spend them on healing arts.”
“That’s true… they still do have their main forces, the Order of the Dark Knights and the Pugilists’ Guild at the peak of their health.”
The black-haired beauty nodded and raised her voice with a trace of fatigue that even she could not hide.
“Good, all who can move, retreat to the second unit and bring the wounded along! If you’re from the ascetics unit or even a guard with knowledge of healing arts, treat the wounded with all you have until the space energy runs out! Do not take your eyes off the enemy forces’ movements!”
Her concise orders resounded and the guards swiftly got started. The starting phrase for sacred arts could be repeatedly heard from behind.
“I will report to His Excellency, the knight commander. Can I entrust this place under you?”
Alice nodded and Fanatio showed another smile before leaving, half running. As people left, Alice was left alone at the frontmost lines with Amayori.
Having sent off the deputy knight commander, Alice took several steps and scratched the underside of her cherished dragon’s chin while she gently whispered.
“You have done a great job, too, Amayori. It must have been tiring staying still in that one place. Be sure to eat up after you return to your bedding.”
The flying dragon purred happily, flitted up as it beat its wings, and glided towards its peers all the way in the rear.
Now then, time to go to the wounded’s aid. Alice took a step with that in mind.
The low voice belonged to Knight Eldrie.
What Alice saw when she turned about to commend her only disciple was the youth’s grim figure despite his usual unrestrained and slick self.
The sword in his right hand and the whip in his left hand were dyed red and black with the copious blood coating them. That was not all. His silver armor and once-glossy light purple curly hair were in a terrible state, too, from the blood of his victims. Just how did the battle go to reduce him to such a condition?
“Eh… Eldrie! Are you unharmed!?”
She asked with her breath held and the knight slowly concurred with a somewhat empty expression.
“…Yes, I have not suffered any heavy injuries. Still… I should have just thrown this life away in battle…”
“What are you saying? You have a mission to lead the guards until this war ends…”
“I did not complete that mission.”
The young integrity knight muttered in a cracked voice.
Alice could not have known, but after the smokescreen tactic made Eldrie let the mountain goblins through the defensive line, it took several whole minutes of futile effort at clearing it without arts before he finally could lead the guards to chase after the goblins assaulting the rear.
That said, by then, the chief of the mountain goblins, Kosogi, was already defeated by Integrity Knight Renri, mostly branded as a failure of a knight. Deprived even of a chance to regain his honor, Eldrie lost his cool and massacred every last one of the fleeing goblins—before looking up at the godlike art launched by his master, Alice, from above.
“I have betrayed… your expectations, Alice-sama…”
Returning the Frost Scale Whip to his waist, Eldrie grabbed his own face with his left hand.
“How can I… this foolish… pathetic… disgraceful… person be a knight…?!”
And how could he [protect his master]?
The power of that art, comparable to natural disasters. They were too far apart. In every sense.
She never did need him. His master, that prodigious knight, never needed some halfwit like himself. He had nothing he excelled it, be it swordsmanship, arts proficiency, or the full control art; and his foolishness in having a bunch of goblins outwit him was in full display.
To even think he could obtain his master’s heart… her love with such a sorry sight; such a thought would be an insult.
“I… have no right to name myself as your disciple, Alice-sama!”
Eldrie screamed in agony.
“You… you have done well!”
Alice somehow got that out her mouth despite her bewilderment.
Just what had happened to Eldrie? Though there was moderate confusion at the frontlines, had he not kept the casualties caused by the enemy low?
“You are necessary to me, the Defense Army, and the people of the Human Empire too. Why do you insult yourself so?”
Despite asking in a tone as gentle as she could muster, the depression in Eldrie’s eyes remained. The blotches of split blood on his cheeks quivered as the knight mumbled at a muffled volume.
“Necessary… Do you mean, for my power? Or do……”
He could not finish his words.
An abrupt, bizarre growl shook the air and both Alice and Eldrie simultaneously turned to look.
A damp, throaty noise reminiscent of a menacing wolf. Alice opened her eyes widely and focused them on the darkness farther into the gorge.
Spots throughout the valley were still illuminated by the smoldering flames and a humongous shadow weakly stood up there.
It was no human. Its legs bent at a peculiar angle; its back was strangely slender; its brawny upper body leaned forward. The head atop of them all was, simply put, that of a wolf. It had to be a demi-human from the Dark Territory, one from the ogre race.
Though Alice swiftly stretched her right hand towards her precious sword’s grip, she immediately noticed the foe was unarmed. And that was putting it lightly as the left half of its figure was terribly charred with thin smoke rising from it. It must have suffered those heavy burns from the white-hot light ray. Still, why had it not retreated like its surviving comrades?
She confirmed the situation in the area: the guards were still all back at the rear, leaving Alice and Eldrie alone. Alice questioned in a sharp tone while keeping vigilant against the ogre’s actions.
“…You must not have much Life remaining. Why are you standing there unarmed?”
The demi-human replied that with an anguished growl.
“…Grr… I am the ogre chief, Fulgrr……”
The manner in which he stated his name made his long tongue hang out while panting exhaustedly.
Alice put strength into the hand holding onto the grip. If he was the ogre chief, that made him one of the Ten Lords in the Dark Empire, a general for the enemy forces. In that case, did he really come for an attack with the last of his strength?
However, the ogre continued with surprisingly words.
“Saw, you. That, light art… launched by, you. That power, that figure…. you, «radiant medium». Grr… you, bring… war, end. Ogre, return, grasslands…”
What—was it saying?
Radiant medium? The war would end…?
Alice gleaned no meaning from it at all; still, her intuition told her the information she received was important. She had to question more. Just who was this radiant medium? And where was he to bring it?
However, the ogre halted there.
“Damn you… you have no right to speak, you beast!!”
Eldrie was the one who screamed. Raising the bloody sword in his right hand up high, he tried to cut straight down at the ogre chief.
That blade never did swing down, however.
Alice who practically teleported forward had Eldrie’s sword grasped between the fingers on her right hand and stopped the slash with all her strength.
“Ma… Master, why!?”
Though her disciple let those words escape, going limp onto his knees, she had no time to reply. Alice let go of the sword before slowly approaching the standing, still ogre.
A closer look showed that the demi-human’s wounds were not just heavy but fatal. He was charred black from his left arm to his chest and his left eyeball had turned a muddled white. Though she judged him to be in a befuddled state, she still took caution as she continued her questioning.
“—Indeed, I am the radiant medium. Now, where will you take me? Who is the one asking for me?”
The ogre’s intact eye shone with a dull light. His saliva, mixed with blood, trickled down his long tongue.
“…Emperor… Vector said. Want only, radiant medium. Any wish, granted for, one who caught medium. Ogres… return grasslands… Raise horses… birds… live……”
The name of the god of darkness passed down even in the Human Empire’s legends. Had such a being descended onto the Dark Territory? Had that god started the war in order to obtain this «radiant medium»?
Alice made a note of the information received in her mind as she turned a look of pity on the demi-human before her eyes.
The raw stench of craving the goblins emitted was nearly absent from this warrior with the head of a wolf. He was simply made to participate in the war and to draw his bow as ordered—only to have most of his race perish without firing a single shot.
“…Do you bear no grudge towards me? I am the one who had massacred your people.”
Alice could not help but ask despite lacking any reason to do so.
The ogre’s reply was plain.
“The strong need to… shoulder that strength. I, too… shoulder the chief’s role. So… catch, you, bring… to……!”
A brutal roar suddenly bellowed from the ogre’s mouth.
His muscular right arm reached out for Alice faster than the eyes could follow.
That brief ring came from the Fragrant Olive Sword’s scabbard. Having drawn her sword several times quicker than the ogre, Alice cut once before returning it to its scabbard.
The demi-human’s huge frame came to an immediate stop.
And that body slowly sank onto the earth as Alice took a step back. A straight scar showed on its brawny chest from which the last of its Life streamed away as fleeting light.
Alice held her right hand towards the proud wolf-headed warrior’s corpse. From the flitting sacred energy released, she generated numerous aerial elements.
“May your soul, at least, reach the grasslands…”
Alice waved her right hand and the green light soared towards the eastern skies as a whirlwind.
The gaze from Emperor Vector, down towards her, frightened D. to the depths of her heart while she prostrated herself on the dragon military vehicle, her forehead against its floor.
There was no anger in the emperor’s ice-colored eyes. He seemed to measure D.’s worth without any input from his personal emotions. How would the emperor treat one he judged incompetent and useless—she shook to her core, merely imagining it.
A brief question eventually came in a deep, fluent voice.
“Hmm. That is to say, your plan failed and a thousand dark arts users died due to the enemy taking the initiative to absorb and consume the space darkness energy… is that correct?”
D. lifted her face by the slightest and answered.
“That is precisely the case, Your Majesty. I have not received any intelligence that the enemy army still retains an arts user of such caliber despite the highest minister’s absence, so…”
“Is there no means of replenishing darkness energy?”
Interrupting D.’s desperate excuses, the emperor pursued a countermeasure. However, D. could only shake her head at that as well.
“Un… unfortunately… replenishing the amount of space darkness energy necessary to annihilate the enemy integrity knights would require plentiful power from the earth and sun, but both are lacking from the battlefield. The treasury in Obsidia Palace does have minerals saved which could be converted to darkness energy, but we would need several days in order to retrieve…”
The emperor casually nodded and turned his sharp features towards the distant gorge.
“…From what I can see, however, there is no vegetation on this land and the sun has already set. Where is this energy source you planned to utilize for that large-scale art ceremony?”
Despite how the god, Vector, the supposed originator of the darkness arts, had enquired about the basic theory behind them, the fear occupied too much of her mind for her to pay attention to it. Desperately seeking for nothing more than means to secure self-preservation, the female arts user earnestly spoke.
“Yes, it is a battlefield, after all… the blood and lives lost by the demi-humans and enemy soldiers change to darkness energy and permeates the atmosphere.”
D. stiffened up entirely with the emperor rising from the provisional throne.
Tap, tap; the black leather boots drew closer. Fear squeezed her innards.
Coming to a stop on the direct left of D., frozen, the emperor’s fur mantle danced in the night wind as he muttered softly.
“Blood… and lives?”
* * *
Taking big bites from flatbread mixed with diced dried fruits and berries, Knight Commander Bercouli’s sinewy chin moved as he spoke in a muffled tone.
Making use of the temporary ceasefire, rations were distributed to the Defense Army soldiers by the supply unit with great haste. The healing of the wounded was almost complete and thanks to the integrity knights, and their status as high ranking arts users, even those on their deathbed were up and sipping at their soups.
However, the deceased naturally had no path of return. Among the first unit of over two thousand people, close to a hundred-fifty guards and a single lower ranking knight had lost their lives.
Alice nodded towards the knight commander sitting on the other side of a folding table.
“Yes. Though I do not recall such a name from any of the history books, it appears to be certain that the enemy commander is persistently searching for that person.”
“Commander… the god of darkness, Vector, huh?”
Pouring siral water into the cup left in front of the groaning Bercouli, Deputy Commander Fanatio spoke.
“It’s hard to believe… the revival of a god…?”
“There’s that. But well, it’s convincing. You felt that foreign incarnation covering the enemy’s main force, too, didn’t you?”
“Yes… certainly, I did feel as though I was being pulled into some chill…”
“It’s the first time the Great East Gate collapsed since the creation of the world. Anything can happen now, maybe we should be preparing ourselves for that. But still… lil’ miss.”
His forceful eyes caught tightly onto Alice.
“Let’s say Dark God Vector had descended onto the Dark Territory and he’s looking for the «radiant medium» who happens to be you, lil’ miss. That question here is, how will that affect this war… huh?”
That was what it boiled down to in the end. Even if Vector would be satisfied with the medium in his hands, the other dark races would not stop until they had devoured the Human Empire. They still had to defend this gorge to the very end.
However, one other phrase remained stuck on Alice’s mind.
«World End Altar».
The words spoken by the «god from the outside world» who Kirito conversed with via the crystal pane on the Central Cathedral’s top floor after that fierce battle.
—Head for the World End Altar.
—Straight south after you exit the eastern large gate.
It might be possible to resurrect Kirito’s heart if she went there. Still, even if she wished to go, she could not abandon the defense at the Great Gate.
But what if they chased after her?
What if Vector and his army chased after Alice alone, leaving through the Great Gate, in pursuit of the radiant medium?
Would it not buy time for strengthening the Defense Army by having the enemy army depart from the Human Empire?
Concealing the matter about the «Altar» which was far too uncertain, Alice declared to the supreme commander of the Defense Army in a firm tone.
“Esteemed Uncle… no, Your Excellency, Bercouli. I will break through the enemy camp alone and head for the remote regions of the Dark Territory. If the enemy leader seeks this «radiant medium», he should pursue me with a sizable number of troops. After there is a reasonable amount of distance between their divided armies, please launch a counterattack on what remains of the enemy army and eliminate them.”
Emperor Vector spoke with a dry voice devoid of all emotion.
“D.I.L. Would three thousand suffice?”
Not understanding the meaning behind those words, D. once again raised her face. The emperor’s side profile was glazed over to the extent of even appearing gentle, but his pale blue eyes looked down upon the troops with a frigid look.
Vector’s mouth moved again.
“What I asked, is that to gain sufficient darkness energy for that large-scale arts ceremony to eliminate the integrity knights—”
The following words made even the ruthless D. open her two eyes widely in astonishment.
“Would expending three thousands of those orc soldier lives we have in reserve suffice?”
A chill crept up her two legs. With an intense sensation of dread.
Those warped into sweet intoxication as they seeped into D.’s mind.
“…They would suffice.”
D. whispered with her forehead unconsciously against the emperor’s boots.
“Yes, they would certainly suffice, Your Majesty. I shall raise our collective strength and put on a display with the two thousand arts users remaining… my Dark Arts Users’ Guild shall showcase the greatest, strongest art in history, a terrifying art no one had ever witnessed before…”
Whether in the Human Empire or the Dark Empire, the names of its inhabitants held no literal meaning in the languages they use.
This originated from how the four Rath researchers raising the initial artificial fluct lights decided to give their children and grandchildren names in katakana typical of fantasy settings without much thought.
With those four dead (logged out), the fluct lights could only give birth to and raise children on their own volition. What perplexed them then was the inconsistent system of naming.
Reluctantly, the first parents gave their children names similar to their own, formed from combinations of sounds. However, as time or the generations passed, rules emerged for naming and they evolved into a sort of «naming convention» unique to the Underworld.
In short—they placed wishes for their children’s futures into the combinations of those characters, from a (ア) to n (ン) and their variations, which were given meaning.
To state an example, the vowels represented sincerity. Zeal for the k sounds. Wit for the s’s. Vitality for the t’s. Benevolence for the n’s. Beauty for the r’s… and so on *. For instance, «Eugeo» contains the traits of being gentle, working fast, and honesty. «Tiezé» was named as a wish for her to be energetic, helpful, and talented at military arts. «Ronye» was a name praying for her to be lovely, rich of heart, and earnest.
The naming convention was mostly shared by the demi-humans of the Dark Territory too. For example, «Sigrosig» was a greedy name, hoping for alacrity, bravery, fearless, and alacrity with bravery once again. The goblin races with their speed of reproducing were an exception, often using conjunctive forms of verbs such as «Kosogi» and «Shibori» *. Meanwhile, the distinguished families among the dark arts users consider the conventions as a practice of the inferior castes and have a tradition of using the initials alone of ancient Darkness Script.
The final one still living among the five generals leading the demi-human races was the orc chief.
His name was «Rirupirin».
Rirupirin was, according to Dark General Shasta, known to hold an intense grudge against humans which made him as much of an obstacle to hindering peace with the Human Empire as the dark arts users’ leader and the goblins’ chiefs.
However, that nature was certainly nothing he had from birth.
He came into his world as the child of an influential and powerful orc family and was praised to be the most beautiful baby in the history of the race. The name gave to him contained the r sound for beauty thrice, rarely seen among the orcs.
Rirupirin was raised beautiful both outside and inside by his parents’ wishes. He was blessed with talent at the art of war as well and all had expectations of him as the next chief; and one day, he accompanied the current chief then out, from the southeastern lakes and marshes of the orcs for the first time, to Obsidia Palace.
Adorned with a set of gorgeous armor and a sword, he bent his back with pride as he entered the town near the palace—only to witness humans with their slender bodies, glossy hair, and lovely facial features.
Rirupirin went through a realization that broke down his entire cognizance. His beauty had to be quantified by affixing it with, “as an orc”. And that the orcs were belittled as the most unsightly race in the Dark Empire.
Stout, round bellies; stumpy limbs; a large, flat nose; beady, sunken eyes; and droopy ears.
Among the orcs given such features, Rirupirin was said to be beautiful as he possessed a face somewhat similar to the humans.
Rirupirin’s soul was driven to the verge of collapse upon that realization. He could only cling on to a certain strong emotion in order to maintain his mental state.
That was, animosity. Someday, he would definitely overthrow the human race, making them all slaves and crushing every last one of their eyes to prevent them from turning their sneers on the orcs; Rirupirin became the orc chief while veiling that gruesome determination.
Hence, he certainly did not have some innate inclination towards cruelty like Kosogi. His hostility towards the humans could be viewed as a major inferiority complex and he ruled over his people with unchanging benevolence.
“Dat… dat is going too far!!”
Rirupirin unconsciously shouted when the orders from the emperor arrived.
The orcs had already pitched in a thousand soldiers to serve as a reserve force for the first unit and they were all lost. Thinking about how they were ordered, outside of his command, by those goblins and giants to fight and die was enough to make his chest tighten, let alone this new, cold-blooded order handed down.
He was to contribute three thousand sacrifices as a foundation for the dark arts uses’ offensive arts.
It was to be a death devoid of honor as a warrior or even dignity as an intelligent being. They were to be just meat—no different from those yaks brought by the transport unit as edibles.
“We game here to bight! Ngot to pay for your mistakes wib ow lives!”
Rirupirin protested in a strained, shrill voice.
However, the leader of the dark arts users, D., who stood with her arms crossed looked down on the orc chief with cold eyes as she arrogantly declared.
“This is an edict from the emperor!!”
The orc chief felt something get stuck in his throat.
He had witnessed Emperor Vector’s strength during the dark general’s insurgency more than he had cared to. His overwhelming strength far exceeded that of the Ten Lords.
The strong must be obeyed. That was the absolute law of the Dark Empire.
Rirupirin stood still as his two firmly balled up fists trembled.
It was then when a voice, harmonious for an orc, came from behind.
“Chief. We must obey the emperor’s orders.”
He turned back in surprise and the one standing there, with a slender body and dainty, long ears, was a female of his race. She was born in a distinguished family related to Rirupirin’s and they had often played together in their childhood.
Revealing a placid smile on her lips, she continued.
“I and three thousand other soldiers will gladly offer ow lives. For the emperor… and ow race.”
Rendered speechless, Rirupirin could do no more than grinding down on his long fangs as though to crush them. The female orc took a step forward and whispered in a hushed tone.
“Riru. I believe. The celestial world invites ngot only the humans but the souls of us orcs too. We bill… meet again, someday, there.”
You would not need to sacrifice your life too, he wanted to say. However, he knew it would take far too much time for the three thousand soldiers to accept that unreasonable command without the noble lady knight, who they exalted more in a sense, sharing their fate.
Rirupirin opened his fist, held the noble lady knight’s hand, and moaned.
“I’m sorry, Ren… forgive me… I’m sorry…”
D.I.L. spoke without mercy while turning an unpleasant look down on the pair.
“You are to have three thousand troops in a closely packed formation a hundred mel from the gorge within five minutes. That is all!”
The orc chief glared at the dark arts user, turning away and leaving, with eyes short of flaring up. Why did the orcs alone have to suffer this treatment? It was the umpteen time that question had swirled in his chest, but this time, too, was fruitless.
The three thousand marching to their deathbeds, formed in orderly files, appeared even triumphant. On the other hand, soft weeping and outraged voices permeated deep within the other seven thousands of their race seeing them off.
The three thousand orcs led by the noble lady knight astride an armored boar boldly passed between the encampments for the Order of the Dark Knights and the Pugilists’ Guild, forming a square a short distance from the entrance to the gorge.
The two thousand dark arts users who were not engulfed within the earlier grand explosions ominously showed up, as though in wait, and surrounded the formation.
The atmosphere trembled, accompanying an incantation that started up horribly dissonant and grating on the ears, perhaps reflective of the art’s hideous nature.
Rirupirin let escape a hoarse moan. The orc soldiers had suddenly distorted in anguish and collapsed onto the ground.
White, fleeting light particles was being drawn out from their writhing forms without pause. Turning into black, viscous sludge as they gathered at the arts users’ hands, they gradually transfigured into what resembled bizarre snakes.
The shrieks from the three thousand soldiers arrived at Rirupirin’s ears crisp and vivid. Along with a united cry mixed in.
Long live the Orcs. Glory to the Orcs.
The soldiers’ bodies burst apart in succession immediately after. Their blood and flesh scattered as the light leaving them grew in intensity before stolen by the arts users all at once.
Rirupirin was on his knees when he noticed, his right fist striking the ground. The overflowing tears spread out over both sides of his large nose and audibly fell onto the black gravel.
Fresh blood left the noble lady knight, dressed in ornate armor, like crimson flowers in the middle of his warped vision.
It was in the moment he wrung that name from his throat that the noble lady knight slowly fell to the earth, out of his sight.
Rirupirin’s gritted fangs tore into his lips as blood trickled from his own mouth as well.
Those damned humans!!
The screams of anger and hatred rattling the core of his mind, curiously enough, inflicted a great pain at his right eye each time they came.
Tens of minutes passed.
At the Human Empire Defense Army’s headquarters, the guards divided into two were exchanging handshakes and hugs, vowing they would meet again.
Accepting Integrity Knight Alice’s proclamation, Knight Commander Bercouli added another compromise.
That was to have Alice, the decoy «radiant medium» for luring away the enemy army, accompanied by half of the troops. Of course, Alice vehemently opposed it and requested for independent action, but the knight commander would hear none of it.
—There’re still many in the enemy army. You won’t be luring many of them away on your own. We’ll only succeed in breaking them up if there’re enough of us running with you.
She could say nothing to refute that. It certainly would be too arrogant to assert that she could lure the entire enemy army away based solely on that vague information mentioned by the ogre chief.
Besides, Alice planned to have Kirito ride with her on Amayori’s back. She was not fully confident she could continue protecting him while serving as a decoy alone. An accompanying force would be heartening in that aspect at least.
Bercouli had another surprise for everyone after deciding to split up the Defense Army.
He, the supreme commander and knight commander, would personally join the decoy unit.
With regards to that, Fanatio, who was assigned to command the unit staying back, raised vehement opposition along with Deusolbert.
“You’ve done enough, haven’t you? Lemme fight a little.”
Fanatio refuted with the corners of her eyes raised when Bercouli said that in an admonishing tone.
“Who are you to speak when you can’t even fold your own change of clothes without me by your side?!!”
That incited much jeering from the knights and guards. Bercouli showed a cynical smile, drew closer to Fanatio’s ears, and whispered something—with the deputy commander averting her face downwards and backing off, surprisingly enough.
As for Deusolbert, he reluctantly relinquished as well after having the evident fact that he had ran out of arrows from the battle earlier pointed out. Supply units were currently heading towards the nearest town to restock, but that would easily take more than an hour or two.
Worry and concern were on full display on the soldiers’ faces, regardless of whether they were from the departing or remaining unit. It was honestly unclear which was in more danger. Only the gods—no, only the god of darkness and the supreme commander of the enemy army, Vector, knew how many would pursue the decoy unit and how many would continue the assault in the gorge.
Those included in the decoy unit finished their preparations before long: the four high ranking knights, Bercouli, Alice, Renri, Scheta, and their flying dragons, a company of guards numbering a thousand, a company of ascetics numbering two hundred, and a supply company comprising of fifty. Eldrie insisted on being added to the decoy unit himself, but he reluctantly backed off after a fierce remonstration from Alice. The apprentice knights, Linel and Fizel, threw a tantrum as well, but even they could only give in after the knight commander told them that he would be “counting on them for the rest”.
Eight fast coaches, each drawn by four horses, were readied for the transport of materials. Kirito and his wheelchair along with the two female trainees should be riding on one of those.
Alice hesitated much over whether to allow Tiezé and Ronye to follow or not. However, someone had to care for Kirito and though she did not know what had happened, Renri, a high ranking knight, swore to protect the girls even at the cost of his life.
To be honest, Alice had few memories regarding Knight Renri. However, she felt no deceit from the determination visible on his adolescent face and the formidable gleam on the divine instrument, the «Twin Edged Wings», equipped on both sides of his waist.
Bercouli’s flying dragon, «Hoshigami», began its dignified ground run and the guards let out hushed cheers.
Alice gripped Amayori’s reins and awaited the time for take-off as she sent a glance towards Eldrie sending them off on from the ground.
She was bothered over how her perpetually talkative disciple was unusually quiet while they prepared for the sortie. However, before she could send any words his way, Hoshigami softly took off and Alice turned towards the front in a fluster before gently kicking Amayori’s side. Her beloved dragon lifted off after a powerful ground run, followed by Renri’s knight dragon, «Kazenui», and Scheta’s knight dragon, «Yoiyobi».
Bercouli, who had taken a slow lead, turned about and shouted.
“Right, we’ll hit the enemy’s main force with the dragons’ heat rays all at once as we get out of the gorge! They shouldn’t have any means for long ranged attacks now, so just be on your guard for the dragon knights!”
They responded to the knight commander’s instructions with a sharp “yes”.
The sound of the guards charging in on horseback or foot chased after them from right behind. The four high ranking knights had to shake up the battlefield on their own until those guards and the coaches left the gorge, turning south—towards the right—and gained sufficient distance from them.
Countless torches were visible before them in the confined, dark gorge.
They were really many of them. Despite the many defeated, it appeared the enemy was still almost thirty thousand strong.
That said, their main military strength should be with the dark knights and pugilists. Both units focused on close quarters combat and possessed no offensive effective against integrity knights mounted on flying dragons.
What, was that?
That deep, meandering recitation, much like a curse, that came from below the noise of the wind.
A coordinated chanting… of arts!?
That would be ridiculous, this zone should no longer have the sacred energy left for a large-scale art!!
Alice rejected her own instincts.
However, just as she did so, Bercouli who flew right in front of her spat out, “Those bastards… what have they done?!!”
The leader of the dark arts users, D.I.L. raised her hands towards the sky as her entire body shivered in sweet ecstasy.
Had any other arts user in history experienced a space charged with such concentrated darkness energy?
Nothing in this world held priority as high as and power as pure as intelligent Life. It did not matter even if it came from those vulgar, repulsive orcs’ lives. If this viscosity was precious wine, aged for a hundred years, then the darkness energy provided by the sun and earth would be plain water.
The energy meant for «Wide-area Incineration Projectiles» earlier were, in the end, mere dregs left from the lives expended on the battlefield. However, a whole three thousand lives were converted explicitly to darkness energy, here and now, for this art.
Every arts user, from Dee to the other two thousands, had both of their arms extended as numerous grotesque snakes with countless legs, each seemingly appearing from clotting black mist, coiled about them.
These were artificial organisms, «Life eaters», created from umbra elements. No corporeal object could guard against them, not even swords or armor of the highest priority. The conversion efficiency for darkness energy was inferior to that for offensive flames, but everything changed with a source this abundant.
Dee had chosen this art as revenge for the enemy’s «light pillar» that burnt a thousand of her precious subordinates to death. Even the screams of the orc soldiers, writhing as they dyed, sounded pleasant to her ears now.
“Good… be prepared to launch the «Death Curse Worms» art!!”
Dee’s shout rang out and—
She spotted four dragon knights charging in from the gorge, as though they had lost their minds, with her own two eyes.
The momentary shock soon changed into elation. She could tidy up the enemy’s greatest force, the integrity knights and their flying dragons, all at once as things as they were.
“Stand your ground!! Let them approach!! …No… not yet…… —Now, let them loooooose!!”
The countless black snakes set off in straight courses towards the enemy knights, scattering vibrations that seemed to spread pure fear.
The realization that the enemy’s offensive art had become an immense, pressing wave of absolute darkness shut down not only the ordinary guards’ minds for several seconds but the high ranking integrity knights’ too.
It was an umbra elemental art with an extremely high priority, likely surpassing the luminous elemental art released by Alice earlier. A ranged hex that directly inflicted damage on one’s Life and could not be defended against through physical means.
The mystery—of how they had invoked the umbra elemental art, with its low sacred energy conversion efficiency, on such a scale and density despite the inadequacy of energy in the area—was seen through only by Knight Commander Bercouli.
But not even he could give immediate countermeasures against it.
There were many aspects to offensive arts: the element they were based on, their density, range, speed, direction, and so on.
Hence, defending required either offsetting or countering those attributes. Instantly choosing and carrying out a suitable countermeasure could be said to be part of being a high ranking arts user.
Being capable of immediately selecting and carrying out a suitable countermeasure, such as extinguishing a thermal art with cryogenic elements, scattering decoys against a homing art, or quickly avoiding an art going straight, could be said to be a requirement for becoming a high ranking arts user.
However, this case was an exception.
The enemy’s offensive was too far beyond the norm.
Only the luminous element could offset the umbra element. However, luminous elements also had a low conversion efficiency and it was effectively impossible to generate enough to dispel a curse on that scale. Fanatio’s recollection release attack would most certainly pierce through the enemy’s art without issue, but the Heaven Piercing Sword’s light was far too narrow and she was absent from this decoy unit to begin with.
Bercouli could only shout those.
The four flying dragons turned about as they traced out a spiral and headed straight for the skies above the gorge.
The swarm of snakes, too, adjusted their direction with an unpleasant buzz.
Bercouli shouted once more.
The worms on their tail were less than half of them all. The remaining went straight for the guards and supply unit rushing over the ground.
Letting out a sharp gasp, Knight Alice had her knight dragon roll and swoop down. She twisted towards the beginning of the darkness art creeping ever closer below and rushed forward headlong.
Shaa!! She drew the Fragrant Olive Sword as that distinct sound rang from its scabbard. A bright golden radiance immediately swept over its blade.
“Lil’ miss!! No, that won’t work!!”
Bercouli desperately tried to hold back his beloved disciple.
The Fragrant Olive Sword’s armament full control art exhibited overwhelming power in a fight of one-versus-many, but it was metallic elemental like the sword. It could not cut through the nearly incorporeal hex.
Alice, too, knew that all too well. However, she could not possibly bring herself to simply watch as the guards were attacked.
It happened then.
A fifth flying dragon rushed in from deeper in the valley with the momentum of a shooting star.
The knight dragon belonging to the high ranking knight, Eldrie Synthesis Thirty-one.
Eldrie repeated a single word over and over again in his mind as he gripped onto the dragon’s reins.
His master. Alice. He had to protect the person he pledged his sword and swore his devotion to, no matter the cost.
Yet at the same time, he could hear a voice mocking that determination just as loudly.
How would you protect her? When you are so powerless? When you are but a fool, still wanting your master’s attention and feelings despite your capabilities falling far behind her?
Eldrie was still a fledgling when it became to being an integrity knight and what supported his blade was the fierce, single-minded will to serve Alice. That was how he became a high ranking knight, but that also amplified the backlash he felt whenever his heart wavered.
—I have neither the strength to protect Master Alice nor the right to stand at her side.
His strength fell rapidly as that thought adhered itself to him. Though he had leapt onto Takiguri and chased after the decoy unit, having sensed an ominous premonition, he had no idea what could he even do.
With things as they were, he might as well lay his life down on this land with his master.
Flying in resigned to death, Eldrie thought he heard something and lowered his eyes down towards the ground.
The guards company was there in disarray after noticing the looming dark art. Behind them were the supply company coaches with their rows misaligned as well.
A quiet blue light flickered through the canopy over one of them.
A mysterious voice spoke into his mind.
—For your determination.
—For your desire to protect.
—You actually want nothing in return, don’t you?
—Love is not to be sought out. You simply do it: love, with all you have, without end. Don’t you…?
Where was I looking?
I lacked strength? I couldn’t have her heart to myself? So I couldn’t protect her?
What a petty man I am…
And to think Alice-sama is there, trying to save the entire Human Empire.
Eldrie snapped Takiguri’s reins with his right hand and shouted.
Perhaps sensing his master’s will, the dragon flapped its wings strongly and accelerated all at once. Eldrie heard Alice’s voice, her attempts to stop him, as they passed by with Amayori descending. Still, he showed no sign of slowing down and climbed steeply towards the deadly flood of snakes.
His left hand removed a whip of white silver from his waist.
The origin of the divine instrument, «Frost Scale Whip», was a gigantic snake said to be divine from the mountainous area of the eastern empire. Releasing its memories increased its range by several times and allowed for its trajectory to be freely changed.
That said, that power held almost no purpose against that art classified as a hex.
Still, Eldrie prayed hard with an unshakable conviction.
Oh, ancient snake!
If you lord over the serpents, then how about you devour that swarm of mere worms!!
The Frost Scale Whip let out a dazzling silver light as it perceived his booming voice.
The whip divided endlessly within the brilliance. Turning into hundreds of streaks of light, they struck at the snakes dyed in darkness.
The light had transformed into glittering snakes before anyone noticed. Swarming out in a radial formation from Eldrie’s left hand, they opened up their gleaming jaws of sharp fangs and bit at the snakes of death.
Zobuu! The snakes torn into infinitesimal pieces with that noise returned to umbra elements and scattered.
The swarm assailing the guards as well as the swarm pursing the flying dragons in the sky above turned around as though recognizing that the glowing snakes must be prioritized first.
It took no time for the snakes to coil about the countless worms. Their hexes traced across the snakes’ bodies and flooded towards their source.
Eldrie had made use of the only aspect to the enemy’s art that could be interfered with here, their «automatic homing attribute», and focused all of their capacity upon himself.
He smiled and lowered his eyelids.
While the darkness swallowed the knight whole in the next instant.
Integrity Knight Eldrie Synthesis’s numerical Life which was slightly more than five thousand—
Turned to negative fifty thousand immediately.
Eldrie’s figure crumbled and scattered from the chest down as though he was blown apart.
Her one and only disciple who had accompanied her through those short yet memorable days slipped from his flying dragon’s back, having lost over half of his flesh.
Getting Amayori to roll about thrice, Alice dove into the vestiges of the dissipating worms and grasp Eldrie’s right hand with her extended left hand. Her breath choked up at how light he was when she pulled him close, but still, she bore it with her teeth clenched and had her dragon climb.
Takiguri followed right by their side, perhaps out of concern for his owner. Alice shouted once more atop the dragons keeping in pace.
“Eldrie!! Open… open your eyes!! I will not allow it, you must not leave me behind in a place like this!!”
Eldrie’s bluish-white eyelids quivered slightly, with everything below his chest lost.
Beneath his barely raised eyelashes, his eyes, tinged violet and still faintly filled with light, looked upon Alice.
“…Master… your safety puts me……”
“Yes… yes, of course I am safe, thanks to you!! Had I not said before that I need you?!!”
Her vision suddenly turned distorted. Drops of water fell upon Eldrie’s cheeks, one after another. Unaware they were her own tears, Alice hugged her disciple close.
A near inaudible voice rippled at her ears.
“Alice-sama… there are many, many more people… who need you. I… am but a nobody… To even think… I could have you for…”
“I will give you anything you wish for!! So come back to me!! Are you not my disciple?!!”
“I have received enough.”
Alice sensed the insubstantial weight in her arms fading rapidly, leaving her, with that satisfied whisper.
One final murmur gently overlapped her weeping cries.
“Don’t… cry…… Mo… ther……”
And the soul belonging to Integrity Knight Eldrie Synthesis Thirty-one, also known as Eldrie Woolsburg, left the Underworld forever.
Alice’s precious disciple turned into light, as though those few seconds she managed to converse with him was a miracle, and dispersed into the night air while Alice watched on with damp eyes.
Eldrie vanished before long, leaving not even a fragment of armor behind. The Frost Scale Whip he had gripped in his left hand quietly fell onto Amayori’s back. Perhaps recognizing the death of his master, Takiguri who flew at their side let out an anguished howl.
Alice took in a deep breath of the faint fragrance of roses drifting about before pulling her face upwards.
—This is war.
That was why it would be absurd to bear a grudge, no matter what sort of offensive the enemy executed, no matter what casualties were produced as a result. In fact, Alice herself had robbed a horde of enemy troops of their lives mere tens of minutes ago with an enormous art that could be only termed merciless.
This anger. This sorrow. Even if they became strength, even if they brought about a slaughter surpassing them—
“…Surely, you must be prepared!!”
Drawing the Fragrant Olive Sword with a distinct noise, Alice shouted.
“Amayori! Takiguri! Advance at full speed!!”
The flying dragons shackled by binding arts would never follow combat orders from anyone aside from their designated owner normally.
However, the two dragon siblings roared out ferocious howls together and flapped their wings as they began their onslaught. The Dark Territory, the ashen earth continuing infinitely beyond the gorge, drew close before long.
Incited by a blazing wrath, Alice’s blue eyes swiftly determined the distribution among the enemy’s main forces.
Roughly five hundred mel to the left from the gorge’s exit was the Order of the Dark Knights clad in uniform golden armors numbering approximately five thousand.
On the left was the Pugilists’ Guild, brawny figures strapped in leather belts, numbering five thousand as well. These were the enemy’s main force.
Deployed in their rear were the orc and goblin infantry, likely reserve troops, and an extensive transport unit. The enemy’s supreme commander, Dark God Vector, should be among them.
And in the very front, crowded between the dark knights and pugilists was a group clothed in black.
Them. They were the dark arts users who launched that large-scale hex earlier. Their numbers were approximately two thousand. Those who noticed the approaching flying dragons scrambled to escape without concern for their peers.
“You will not escape!!”
Alice ordered the dragons with a booming shout.
“Aim for their rear… now, fire!!”
The dragon siblings immediately bent their necks and opened their jaws widely. Their white fangs shone crimson against the flames filling their mouths.
Zubaa; the two heat rays that swiftly tore through the air side-by-side drove into the retreating dark arts users’ path.
Explosions shook the earth. Flames erupted. The engulfed silhouettes were flung about like tree leaves.
With their path of retreat sealed by flames, the arts users lost all order and gathered together.
Alice raised the Fragrant Olive Sword up high. Its blade released a bright golden light more dazzling than the sun.
The sword separated into hundreds of fragments with a crisp, metallic sound. Every single one reflected Alice’s will, gaining sharpness beyond any prior.
The leader of the dark arts users, D.I.L., screamed in her head while looking up towards the dragon knight rushing in from the gorge like an arrow.
The Death Curse Worms art chanted by two thousand arts users with the sacrifice of three thousand orc lives had assailed the enemy army with more power than expected. They should have more than enough priority to devour not just every last one of those integrity knights but the ground troops as well.
And yet, for some reason, the art that should have fed on all of their Life focused on a mere single knight and dissipated after carrying out that horrible waste of an overkill.
The Death Curse Worms were drawn towards life forms with higher Life. In other words, instantly creating an artificial being on par with some legendary magical beast, surpassing humans and even flying dragons, could and would be required to intentionally lure them away, but it would be impossible to create that with a short art. This conclusion went against logic. There was no rhyme or reason to it.
—How could there be a power that I, the leader of the Dark Arts Users’ Guild, the heart of the entire world’s intelligence, not know about?!!
D. grinded her teeth as she screamed soundlessly.
Still, it was reality that the enemy army was restarting their charge with only one sacrifice, surging towards the mere two thousand dark arts users left with the momentum of raging waves.
“Retreat!! All arts users, retreat!!”
D. screeched with a strained voice.
However, two rays of flames crossed above in the next moment and drove in merely some tens mel behind.
The flames roared as they erupted, swallowing up tens of her screeching subordinates. The heat waves surged on towards the second floor of the carriage where D. stood and singed the black hair she was so proud of.
Screaming, D. practically rolled down the carriage. Riding on it would be like painting a target on herself.
Blending with her subordinates, D. tried to flee before a glaring golden light shone into her vision.
In her sight, naturally drawn upwards, she saw the sword of an integrity knight astride a flying dragon split into countless specks of light.
She vividly sensed each of those specks possessing a horrifying level of priority. It was clear whatever element she generated from the sparse darkness energy drifting about would be unable to defend against them.
—Damn, damn it, how can I let that kill me!!
—In a place like this?!! I’m the one who will rule over this world!!
Raising the corners of her eyes with the face of an enraged deity, D. swung her two hands with her fingers bent like talons and thrust them into the back of two arts users running in front.
Her sharp claws ripped through their soft skin, digging into their flesh. The shafts she gripped onto were no other than the arts users’ spines.
“Wha…!? P-Please stop…”
Paying no attention to her subordinates’ begging shrieks, the highest ranked dark arts user let out sinister laughter as she recited the starting phrase for an art.
The words that followed were a true curse.
Transfiguration. An accursed, secret art to transform a living being’s flesh, powered by their Life.
Blood and flesh scattered as the two young, healthy bodies dissolved into indefinite shapes. Each of them covered D., crouching on the ground, without leaving a single gap and hardened up, becoming an elastic defensive film that had once lived.
That was a moment before a tempest of golden death blanketed the entire land.
Alice hardened her heart and shut away the many screams reaching her ears.
She would not permit that art to be ever used again. She would eliminate those arts users and the invocation for it from this land.
Each time she swiped the grip gleaming with light in her right hand, the sharp petals followed suit and mowed down the enemy she looked down upon. The dark arts users wearing no metallic armor had their bodies pierced through without resistance and fell.
Alice maintained the recollection release state until she was sure she had annihilated over ninety percent of the arts users unit estimated at two thousand. Her sword’s Life had considerably fallen, but she had no regrets over that.
Though around two hundred arts users had fled without even taking a look at the heaps of their comrades’ corpses, Alice restored the Fragrant Olive Sword to its original state instead of giving pursuit.
She had seen around ten knights take off on their flying dragons from the rear of where the Order of the Dark Knights was based at the left of her sight.
Though she thought they would engage her straight away, the enemy dragon knights simply took up formation in the air without attempt to shorten the gap between them. She immediately knew why. Bercouli and the rest had chased after her from behind.
“Lil’ miss, don’t go overboard!”
Alice somehow responded to the knight commander who spoke the moment he overtook her, perhaps out of concern over Eldrie’s death.
“Yes… I am fine, esteemed Uncle. Please escort the ground units. I will fulfil my role as the decoy.”
“Right… but don’t go too far!”
Bercouli shouted and turned his eyes towards the enemy dragon knights. Commanding Takiguri by her side to stay hovering, Alice had Amayori slowly climb and advance.
She could somehow sense the attention focused on her from the dark knights, the pugilists, the orcs and goblins—and some being with an enormous presence in a place where she could not quite locate. She could hear soft roars from the guards and supply companies behind who had finally left the gorge and turned towards the south, fleeing at full speed.
Alice shouted loud enough to erase the noise they made as they move.
Her voice, amplified by incarnation, resounded vividly throughout all directions.
“—My name is Alice!! I am Integrity Knight Alice Synthesis Thirty!! The one who serves the will of the three goddesses protecting the Human Empire, the «Radiant Medium»!!”
It was a proclamation without any foundation at all, a mere bluff.
Still, the entire enemy army stirred in the next moment. The strong desire to capture Alice reached out towards her from the land like tentacles. It appeared the enemy actually did desire this radiant medium as much as or perhaps even more than they wanted to trample the Human Empire.
Did it truly refer to her, or was she only assuming the name?
Alice felt that irrelevant. She only needed half of the enemies to chase after herself. It would have been fine as long as drawing the enemy away from the land and earning the rest some time allowed her to inherit the wishes of Eldrie, Dakira, and the many lost guards.
“Resolve yourself to be crushed by my holy might if you dare stand before me!!”
The emperor of the land of darkness, Dark God Vector, and also the hunter of souls, Gabriel Miller, stood from his throne before letting a deep utterance escape.
Gabriel had felt nothing at all from how that attack expending three thousand orc units had apparently failed or even how the majority of the arts user units were annihilated. However, shudders were certainly going through his frigid soul at this one moment.
A quiet voice came from his pale lips that formed a smile.
Gabriel’s two eyes captured in detail the young female knight clad in golden, gleaming armor atop a dragon in the distant night sky.
Straight, flowing golden locks. Fair, pale skin. Perfectly clear blue eyes like the skies in the heart of winter.
That figure matched exactly with the exquisite grown-up appearance of the girl he first laid hands on, Alicia Klingerman, in Gabriel’s consciousness. It was a fact in Gabriel’s mind, that Alicia’s soul that he had failed to capture back then had appeared once more in this virtual world.
—This time, for sure.
This time, he would capture it with these hands. He would obtain the light cube that girl’s fluct light was saved on and savor it to his heart’s content.
Focusing his gaze, like a blue flame, upon the knight as she pulled on the dragon’s reins and flew off into the southern night skies, Gabriel spoke softly and feverishly into the command skull.
“All units, prepare for movement. Turn south with the Pugilists’ Guild leading, followed respectively by files comprised from the Order of the Dark Knights, the demi-humans, and the supply units. Capture that knight, the radiant medium, unhurt. I shall grant rule over the entire Human Empire to the commander of whichever unit captures her.”
“k’s”, “s’s”, “t’s”, “n’s”, “r’s”, – These refer to their respective kana. For example, “k’s” refer to the “ka, ki, ku, ke, ko” kana.
“Kosogi”, “Shibori” – These have verb stems with the definitions of “to scrape” and “to wring” respectively.
- Translation – Tap