I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess - Chapter 188



188 – The Altar of Consciousness (1)

The intense golden sword energy clashed with murderous intent.

The force that burst out due to the resistance left scars all over the stone building.

I twisted my longsword and tried to sneak in through the crown prince’s opening, but it was blocked as naturally as flowing water.

The crown prince’s skills weren’t bad.

This is a well-trained test.

It felt like he had researched his own solution rather than making a half-baked attempt.

Although it was still quite far from the original time, he was showing a certain level of completion in his skills.

‘It won’t be as easy as I thought. I thought I could easily win a one-on-one fight with the Crown Prince.’

Skill that is achieved through consistent effort coupled with outstanding talent.

If Illencia’s blood is the purest blood, Edelmar’s blood is the greatest blood.

The aptitude to wield swords, magic, and divinity all in one.

An overwhelming growth rate in any field.

There’s a reason they’re called the ‘Great’ Blood – for the power to intimidate all who oppose them.

A guy who has received a lot since birth even shows traces of effort.

Even so, he is still far below me… … The problem is that my current condition is not perfect.

“I trust you won’t call me a coward. If not for this moment, would I ever have lifted a sword in front of you?”

“Well, I think it’s too early to be proud.”

As for me, I have spent a lot of money so far.

Repeated battles with Barbatos. And the final battle with Leraji.

Although I didn’t suffer any serious injuries, the accumulated stamina and magic power drain definitely took its toll on me.

And that secret altar was the problem.

This entire space resonates with the Crown Prince’s blood.

It felt like I was fighting in deep water, or like there were tough vines tangled around me, binding me.

The resistance to every movement. The force required to swing the sword was by no means small.

There was an extraordinary amount of divinity there that was suppressing my power.

This altar was filled with the divinity of Temes.

Perhaps it gives power to the Crown Prince, but limits me.

Even the sacred law was not well used in this. It was like no matter how much you fan yourself in a strong wind, the wind does not blow.

‘I wonder if he really stopped me on his own without any countermeasures?’

Gradually getting better.

The divinity of Temes now tried to block even my sword energy.

The black energy doesn’t flow out as much as I want.

As of now, the limit is to lightly covering the blade.

Thanks to this, the crown prince’s sword energy gained the upper hand against me.

In this situation, it would be better to proceed with a battle focusing on technique.

He made a quick decision and twisted the sword’s surface like a blade.

“As a single inspector… … I salute you. You are stronger than anyone I have ever seen. But this is a different matter from strength. Are you really going to kill me? That would be treason. On the other hand, if I were alive, would you be able to bear my grudge?”

“I don’t know. I don’t care. How can a sword that was taken out to cut be thoughtful?”

“Well, I guess so. There’s not much room for compromise.”

A battle of strength continues with blades locked together.

I pretended to push hard, then suddenly aimed for the crown prince’s hand.

The hand that holds the sword is surprisingly the body part most susceptible to threats.

At the same time, it is as lethal as any vital point.

The crown prince was startled and pulled back his sword.

What a pity.

I was thinking of cutting it off with my wrist.

Now, only Sirien knows this, but when I was young, I was actually a virtuoso.

Is it because the Empire and the Demons are more likely to push forward with destructive force?

There were many people who thought that if I got into a delicate technical battle, my wings would be clipped.

I never once corrected their mistakes.

Well, it’s because they give us this one chance.

“This is a bit unfair!”

“Fairness in a situation like this? Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“That’s not wrong, but I didn’t think the difference would be this big. I didn’t think it would be easy… … To be honest, I’m shocked. If I had fought without any support, I wouldn’t have lasted even ten minutes.”

He continued to pressure the crown prince who had stepped back.

Sorry, I’m not strong, I’m just good with a sword.

My black gear left a long scar on the crown prince’s forearm.

Fencing is ultimately a meticulously designed martial art.

Naturally, you also had to know how to tenaciously widen the gap once you created it.

“Ten minutes, Your Majesty. Three minutes. It would have been shorter if we didn’t have to leave behind even a corpse.”

“That hurts my pride a little.”

What can you do if your pride is hurt?

I also only did this much because the other person is the crown prince.

I am confident of victory, and I have no hesitation in my original personality.

You should know how to be grateful.

okay.

I never thought I would lose.

Imperial bloodline? Divinity of the altar?

My power is not something that can be broken to that extent.

I admit that he tried his best.

But every moment of my life from the day I entered that cabin was a fight against death.

You can’t use the divinity and power of Hybras?

It doesn’t matter. Since when did I become dependent on that?

The power of my sword has been greatly reduced?

This isn’t much of a problem either. Where have you ever encountered an enemy that doesn’t work with black magic?

The Sword Master is not a machine that draws sword energy. An enemy that cannot be defeated without sword energy cannot be defeated with sword energy.

“Your Majesty, it is only a matter of time. Sooner or later, victory will be mine, and I will decide what to do with you. The sooner you give up, the more merciful my hands will be.”

“Not yet. Don’t you know! If the person inside that altar was the Grand Duke of Illencia, would you have given up?”

The crown prince swung his sword as if in a fit of rage.

Oh, this won’t do.

Even though I finally gave him a chance to give up, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck.

“Don’t mention Sirien in front of me.”

Yeah, let’s be a little rougher.

I had intended to just neutralize it if possible, but it became difficult to control my anger when Sirien was mentioned.

Wouldn’t it be okay if there were ‘a lot’ of scars left?

You can just fix it to divinity later.

Will Sirien scold me? I don’t know. I think it will be okay.

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Strike by pushing the side of the sword.

He turned his gaze upwards and then stepped on the crown prince’s foot as if he was trampling it.

This is problematic.

If you become a sword master and collapse in pain, what good will it do?

The clean hit followed. My elbow landed right in the groin.

“Ugh!”

“Did we get to this point without any hardships? While we were blocking Barbatos, they were doing this kind of nonsense behind the scenes.”

“that……!”

“Shut up. I didn’t say that because I wanted an answer.”

It’s better that way.

My role is not to stop the ritual at the altar, but to finish it after it is over.

I had no intention of opening that door even if it meant taking down the crown prince.

So now I can feel at ease and take care of this human.

Karzan, whose posture was once ruined, was in a desperate situation to prevent fatal injuries.

I freely left wounds on my extremities, such as my hands and feet.

The blood on the sword gradually increased.

Sirien and I are not alive without any cost.

After losing people who were my family and friends, being betrayed by my trusted blood relatives, and overcoming countless losses and adversities, this is what happened.

In my memory, there were countless tears shed by Sirien.

The crown prince, who had been getting beaten repeatedly, shouted.

“Then what do you want me to do? I know better than anyone that this deal is unsettling. I also know that they will take Ellis hostage and threaten her in the future. But I can’t imagine life without Ellis!”

“So, did you ask the person involved? I don’t think so.”

“Ellis… … maybe… … ”

“You’re just being selfish. Just now, you made your excuses before Ellis’s.”

I didn’t hear any more answers.

Because there is no need for that anymore.

The crown prince, who had been holding up well until now, began to collapse in an instant.

Although not each one was deep, there were many wounds.

Before long, his blood was sprinkled all over the altar, giving off a pungent scent.

To be honest, there were many opportunities to take the crown prince’s life.

Sirien said she could kill me if she thought I was dangerous, but that man was no threat to me.

Finally, the crown prince fell in the final attack.

He grabbed my ankle as I was crawling on the floor.

“No. Please, leave Ellis alone. I will do anything. I will pay whatever price it takes.”

“You can’t pay the price alone. You probably had an inkling of it, didn’t you? You sold your lover to Baal.”

“What are you talking about? I am with Achilles… … ”

“Don’t act like an idiot. There’s no way that kid could have that kind of power. Why would you make the Saintess of Asirel the Saint of Order?”

Creating a Saint of Asirel is obviously something that Acleron, the Saint of Order, cannot do.

Since Sirien can’t do it, it’s obvious that the Saints of Faith and Charity won’t be any different.

“Someone in this world can fix Ellis’s body. But that author is at least not human. Then he must be the Demon King. But didn’t you ask Gamigin last time?”

“Oh, that’s just speculation. The nature of God’s miracles varies from sect to sect.”

“You know better than I do how stupid that is. Let me just say this in advance: Agares and Vassago are already dead. I think by elimination, only one will remain.”

The strength holding my ankle has weakened a little.

I kicked the crown prince in the head and knocked him out.