After Glaster appeared, Arthur's [Death Instinct] kept flashing.

It's not fast.

But it continues.

This flicker reminds Arthur that the woman in front of her is far more dangerous than he imagined.

With a guy like this who has been hiding behind the scenes, you never know what hole cards the other person will have, or how many hole cards the other person will make for themselves for safety.

For this kind of person, Arthur is too clear.

Because—

He's such a person, too.

So, when the lady offered to compete with a sword under the witness of the 'Imperial Contract', Arthur knew that the other party knew more about him than he thought.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to propose such a sword contest.

It must have been the other party who spied on the 'truth' of his swordsmanship.

Is that the crazy beggar?

Or some unconscious moves during the sword fighting competition?

Arthur couldn't be sure.

However, there is one thing that Arthur is very sure of.

For a man like him, it is enough to have one in the world.

More?

That would be rude.

Moreover, it will also make him too tired to live.

So, Glaster had to die.

Because, he doesn't want to die yet.

Looking at Arthur yawning and rubbing the tears in the corners of his eyes, Glaster, who was standing opposite, had an interested look in his eyes.

"Is it the bloodline?

Or is it some kind of occult influence?

The 'Imperial Contract' is really not about isolating, clearing oneself and bloodline, and secret arts!

Alas. ”

As she spoke, the lady sighed.

Then, without waiting for Arthur to speak, the woman continued.

"Although I had a guess before, it was a bit disappointing when I got the results - Arthur, you know what?

I spent a lot of money to get this 'Imperial Contract'.

I've been looking forward to what occasion it will come in.

I didn't expect it to be now. ”

The lady looked at Arthur again.

Once again, there was a burning heat in his pale green eyes.

The woman's words continued.

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just a prop and it's used at the right time.

I don't think there's anything wrong with it coming up on the occasion we first met.

What do you say, Arthur? ”

"Hmm."

What can Arthur say in the face of such a crazy criticism of a woman?

The young, kind, upright and simple 'spirit medium' could only nod.

However, the lady on the other side misunderstood what Arthur meant.

Or rather......

The other party has always been immersed in their own world.

The lady clasped her hands to her chest and looked at Arthur expectantly.

"Can you accept my offer, then?

If you can't accept the 'twisted' child.

I can give you one too. ”

The woman's face turned red as she spoke.

The shy answer made the lady's coquettishness even higher, but Arthur was indifferent, because Arthur knew very well that this kind of crazy criticism of women could not be trusted with a single punctuation mark.

However, Arthur spoke.

"You are so attached to the child, but you don't love the child.

You're just using him as a tool.

You need a tool that is bound, obedient, and powerful in the name of 'mother'.

Coupled with the fact that you're so careful to hide behind the scenes, you must be in some kind of trouble, right?

Is it to steal the secret art of the 'Pale Hand'?

Or do you steal the secret art of the 'Teofat Psionic Order'?

Or did you learn both?

Of course, it shouldn't be difficult for you to learn these secret techniques with your appearance, and you can even learn more secret techniques.

But......

You've got a rotten crotch. ”

Arthur's words still had a hint of tactfulness.

But Glaster, on the other side, couldn't stand it.

Because, I was poked in the sore spot.

Glaster's beginnings, and even for a long time afterward, were as Arthur said, relying on the convenience of his beauty.

For Glaster, such beauty is a tyrannical thing if it is not used.

However, as his strength increased, Glass's mentality changed.

She's become 'honored'!

Moreover, others are not allowed to mention her past.

For this reason, she also changed her name.

Few people in the whole of Southshire know her true past, only that she is the Glaster of the 'Pale Hand'.

More?

It was hidden by her.

The lady thought she was doing a good job, but she didn't expect to be directly exposed by Arthur.

Suddenly, the woman's eyes narrowed.

There was danger in his pale green eyes.

"Arthur, even you said things you shouldn't have said.

I decided that I would starve you for seven days and seven nights, and then soak you in my dung tank.

I'm going to let you feel it, my taste. ”

As she spoke, the woman stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

Arthur felt sick from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't agree with your fetishes, but your living conditions are really terrible - manure tanks can only be found in civilian aqua toilets.

I thought you would at least disguise yourself as a middle-class person.

Let me guess that your current identity will not be a wandering prostitute in the old city. ”

If you disgust me, I will disgust you.

Arthur, who had such a simple idea, spoke mercilessly.

However, Glaste on the other side was clearly misunderstood.

"Want to provoke me?

I'll admit Arthur, you just came close to doing it.

But, really a little bit.

Now that I've calmed down, I've given you too much favoritism, so you don't know how high the sky is, and now, I'm going to take it back. ”

The lady said, and her coquettish look was gone.

All that was left was cold.

And the voice of those words was as piercing as the cold wind.

"Arthur, your talent is extraordinary, your bloodline is even more amazing, when the two are combined, you are already a existence that people look up to.

However, you are also guilty of a mistake that only geniuses have.

You are proud!

Your pride has long been engraved in your bones!

You think your talent, your bloodline is invincible.

You think the secret art of the House of Credos is invincible.

So, you're just a quick glimpse of other secret arts, swordsmanship.

Even, until now, you don't understand the seriousness of the matter. ”

As she spoke, the lady shook a long sword out of her sleeve.

This longsword is a thin sword with a good-looking gauntlet and a narrow blade, and has a strong Kitajun swift sword style.

"You must have heard of the Griffin Knights of North County, but have you heard of the 'North Wind Swordsmen' of North County, Arthur?

Feel the fierceness of the north wind! ”

As soon as the lady's words came out, Malinda and the female swordsman's faces changed drastically.

The Northern Wind Swordsmen, a noble corps of the Northern County active at the end of the Sacred Age.

Each one is a warrior who has been chosen and has 'talent'.

Every member of the 'Northern Wind Swordsmen' can be a hundred.

Therefore, the 'North Wind Swordsman Regiment', which numbered only thirty people, was always considered to be the strongest at that time.

Until the 'black' plague broke out.

Most of the 'North Wind Swordsmen' were killed and wounded.

The remaining half were killed and wounded in the battle against the Holy See's elite 'Sisters of Battle'.

It is rumored that the 'North Wind Swordsmen' left a reserve to inherit the 'North Wind Swordsmanship', 'Polar Ritual' and 'Aurora Secret Technique'.

But it's all hearsay.

With the fall of the 'Northern Wind Swordsmen', no one has ever seen this reserve.

However, no one will deny the strength of the 'North Wind Swordsmen'.

Malinda and the female swordsman don't know where Glaster learned the 'North Wind Swordsmanship', but the existence of the 'North Wind Swordsmanship' made the scales of this competition begin to tilt endlessly.

"Arthur, be careful!"

The female swordsman couldn't help but shout.

Malinda didn't speak, but the knuckles of the palms of the pipes were already starting to turn white.

Only Arthur remained indifferent.

The young 'psychic' felt the cold wind blowing on his face, and just asked softly-

"Have you ever heard the birdsong?"

(End of chapter)