I Became the Childhood Friend of the Northern Duchess - Chapter 224



224 – Conclusion

A battle between skilled swordsmen who can handle sword auras and aura blades, not ordinary swordsmen.

In other words, the sword they clashed with could be seen not as a clash of their respective loves, but as a clash between magical powers and magical powers.

Coo!

Therefore, as soon as the two people’s swords met, the soldiers were naturally pushed away by the wave of magic that spread in all directions.

The clear blue energy that filled the surroundings of the two commanders was telling them that they could not be approached carelessly, no matter how they looked.

To some, it looked like a small waterspout.

‘Indeed, this person is strong too.’

Even though it was only one time, Edgar realized that the man in front of him was a man of considerable ability.

The clothes he wore and the sense of intimidation felt from his body and his were quite different from other soldiers, so I expected him to be the leader of this unit, but I never thought he would be like this.

‘But not as good as Mr. Creed.’

But still, Edgar smiled confidently.

It was impossible to let down his guard on the battlefield, but he also had the eyes to see the difference in skill between himself and his opponent.

Although it would be difficult to clearly compare his skills his with Creed, who retired from active duty a long time ago, the spirit emanating from his body his his was quite inferior to that of Creed when he was serious.

There were times when you could gauge a person’s skill based solely on the atmosphere felt in their body rather than the amount of magical energy felt from the opponent.

That was exactly the case now.

Pot.

Edgar, convinced of that point, rushed forward without a single second of hesitation.

I know that it’s polite to ask for the enemy’s name even in a battlefield, but I didn’t even have time to do that right now.

Just mercilessly defeat the enemies in front of you and run to your goal. That was the mission given to him now.

“… !”

Carlos’ eyes widened at the sight of his new form, which seemed to jump out without any preparation, and he barely managed to block the ensuing attack.

‘What? The movement a moment ago.’

I wasn’t looking anywhere in particular, but I momentarily missed the start of the movement.

However, if you ask whether the movement itself is strange, it is not.

Rather, it was because we were facing each other from the front to the point where it felt honest.

Hiss!

‘Again!’

This time, Carlos missed the moment when his sword was stabbing at his temple.

It ended with him somehow dodging his face to the side at a different point in time and lightly grazing the blade of his sword, but the problem is that these attacks may continue.

The good news was that he was only lightly manaing his sword and was not actively using the Auror Blade, perhaps to save power.

Perhaps he was determined to end it with the first blow.

Whatever the reason, it was a welcome event for Carlos.

Visor! Chang!

Edgar’s furious attacks were blocked by a narrow margin, but in contrast, Carlos’ body his was gradually being pushed back.

Of course, there are differences in basic skills and physical abilities such as strength.

But the biggest thing is, of course, that strange movement. To be precise, it was in his presence that I had forgotten from my consciousness at some point.

You could say it felt like fighting a ghost.

As I was aware of the strange phenomenon, it was difficult to keep up when the honest Edgar’s attack suddenly turned abnormal.

The opponent only needs to fight while looking at the opponent’s movements, but the opponent has to fight while being aware of the opponent’s movements and the presence itself that disappears at any moment.

Even though it was already a battle where there was a difference in skill, having to fight while taking this handicap into account made me go crazy and jump around.

“Help Sir Carlos!” “Don’t back down!”

The bravest among the soldiers stepped forward to support Carlos, who was gradually being pushed back, despite the huge waves of magic spreading around him.

However, upon hearing this voice, he hurriedly turned his head and tried to dissuade his soldiers.

“Don’t come! “You should focus on that battle!”

“Huh, but Sir Carlos…” ” … !”

“Okay, let me say it twice… Ugh!”

As he was trying to respond to a soldier’s cry, he was unable to block the opponent’s sword that dug into his shoulder and was cut straight.

It was fortunate that the gap was widened for a moment, otherwise his entire left arm would have fallen off.

‘Still, with this much blood loss, how can the battle continue?’

Should we consider it fortunate that we were not attacked at a critical point?

It was better than the soldiers rushing in and the battle line collapsing, so it can be said that an exchange was achieved.

In his opinion, it was a frivolous excuse to allow the attack because of interference in the first place.

If his skills he weren’t lacking, it wouldn’t have happened anyway.

Therefore, rather than blaming anyone, Carlos continued the battle by constantly imagining a situation in his head where he could maintain this battle line.

‘First of all, we must not make the soldiers come here. If that happens, it’s over.’

Anyone who was sharing a sword could tell.

The man in front of me seems to be completely focused on the battle, but he is constantly scanning his surroundings to keep an eye out for any possible help.

Even though it is clearly a situation where he could be pushed further, the reason he does not narrow the distance more violently is because he is conscious of that.

In other words, it means that they are intentionally lulling them.

If even a small number of soldiers come in like this, he will take advantage of the opportunity and push back in numbers while he retreats or catches the incoming soldiers in reverse.

‘Anyway, I didn’t know there would be this much of a difference.’

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that there wasn’t a day when he didn’t neglect training, but it was still a shocking fact for Carlos, who was somewhat proud of his own inaction. ＞

I never would have thought that a young prosecutor who wasn’t even giving his all that he would be defeated to this extent.

Geek. Geek.

Eventually, their swords met each other and they let out a desperate scream.

Although it may seem like a fairly equal situation on the surface, Carlos was increasingly aware that he was being pushed further and further behind.

Edgar, who was watching this with indifferent eyes, glanced at his opponent’s feet and put more force into his hand and his holding the sword.

That’s quite an insight. If you were pushed to this level, you would usually have to bend your pride to give up one-on-one and seek help.

It certainly means that you understand the other person’s intentions to some extent. However, in Edgar’s opinion, it was just a short-sighted response.

Ultimately, in a fight like this, once the winner is determined in a battle between commanders, the odds of victory tend to lean towards that side.

Moreover, even if we wait like this, if reinforcements do not arrive right away, Edgar will defeat Carlos and join his soldiers in battle.

In other words, unless you win, any plan becomes meaningless.

Edgar thought that if he had been in the opposite situation, he would have focused on defeating the enemy general, even if it meant calling in his soldiers.

Pakak!

“!?”

In the end, in the face of a clear difference in power, the pendulum will tilt to one side.

Edgar, who was trying to preserve his strength, decided that he could not wait any longer and loaded his sword with mana, and Carlos’ sword was the first to die.

‘Damn.’

Carlos, who hastily widened the distance, glanced down at the sword body and saw a sight that seemed to have been dug into something.

Although he somehow responded with Sword Aura, he probably couldn’t withstand the dense mana of the Aura Blade, which was an even higher level.

With this, even that one thing disappeared.

It was a famous sword given to me by its owner, so it only withstood this much, and even if I were to receive an intact sword from a nearby soldier, the outcome would have been a certain process.

“… “What’s your name?”

Carlos, who sensed his end, turned to the black-haired man in front of him and asked his name for the last time.

It occurred to me later that I was unable to even ask the enemy’s name because I was fighting so hard.

“…”

In response, Edgar adjusted his posture without making any response.

If possible, I wanted to tell them their name, but I was reluctant to reveal their identity without any contact yet.

There is still no evidence to suggest that Albrich was aware of the attack from the Robeheim family.

However, even though he was an enemy, as a prosecutor, I wanted to show the minimum amount of respect to a man of this caliber.

Therefore, Edgar held the sword raised above his shoulder with both hands and quietly lifted the magic from his body.

“Ah…”

At the same time, his dark hair began to turn red, just as it had been dyed by the sunlight a moment ago.

At that sight, Carlos was able to guess who the person he was crossing swords with was.

I recently remembered a man who had a reputation in the capital, and he certainly had red hair.

“… I see. Was it the person whose name was engraved on the tombstone?”

“I am sorry for not being able to reveal your name until the end.”

“In the first place, warriors are bound to encounter unreasonable situations depending on the orders they receive from their respective masters.”

While consoling the man who was giving him an apple, Carlos lifted his arms that he had almost given up and adjusted his posture.

Since each of them has a given name, they are just crossing swords.

It is up to you to decide later whether someone is wrong or not.

Although he also had a master that he followed, he was not considered someone who necessarily did the right thing.

In the end, each person swings the sword according to their circumstances, and the banner of honor that the winner raises behind it is called justice.

So, I wasn’t particularly curious about why I did this or what was going on behind the scenes.

The only thing I regret is that I couldn’t hear the name of the man in front of me.

“Come.”

“…”

Carlos ‘eyes lit up with his beloved sword, which had already been returned, sharply raised, and Edgar rushed at him at the same time.

In this way, the new types crossed each other and the winner of the battle was determined.

Eventually, when the sun appeared brightly, the sounds of the soldiers that had filled the forest had disappeared.