46 – Reunion (4)

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When I open my eyes, I see the night sky burning brightly.

Lily’s sweet body scent fills my mucous membrane as she holds on to me somehow, trying not to let go of me.

“…Princess.”

“Pi, Finn? Are you okay?!

Talking to her to get away from her for a while seemed to backfire.

As soon as she heard my voice, she was busy looking after my body and face.

While holding her face, the end of her gaze turned to Bifrons.

Bifrons blatantly shakes his shoulders as my one gaze is directed at him. The agitation was felt not only in the body, but also in the mass of magic that Bifrons was gathering.

“…Well, the possession must have ended. Apparently, the cost of possession was only one eyeball!”

The guy who had been peeping at my condition seemed to have noticed that I had a completely different aura from the ‘him’ from before, and suddenly showed a arrogant attitude and showed a sinister smile.

I turned my gaze away from him to Lily, who was still looking at me worriedly.

Then I held Lily in my arms and whispered.

“Princess.”

“Uh, huh. Pin?”

“sorry.”

“What is that…”

Wait a minute, please go to sleep. I don’t think it would be a sight the princess would see.

My whispers scattered through the air without reaching her. Because I knocked out Lily.

fluff.

I looked at Lily, who fell asleep quietly in my arms.

A girl who was covered in dust and scars because of her excessive efforts to save me, but still radiates charm that captivates people.

‘In this state… It is said that he knew all about the inside story of the case… .’

I erased the question of trying to continue biting tail after tail and turned my gaze to him again.

It was a question that could be solved at any time after Lily woke up, but now is the only chance to get rid of the strong feelings of anger that cling to me.

“You arrogant bastard, what can you do with your eyes that have lost your possession and lost your eyes?!”

The guy who met my silently sunken gaze fired the dark red magic cannon at me as if he couldn’t stand it any longer.

Then I heard a tremendous roar, the same as when my stomach was pierced.

The weapon I had was gone, an eyeball was missing, and I wasn’t given the right to hold the Solaris that lay beside me.

So it’s only natural that he arrogantly fires his mana at me.

The guy who had just been helplessly pierced through the abdomen until he lost consciousness, faced with a situation where he was just glaring at himself with aloofness even though he was in a more vulnerable state than anyone could see.

However, there was a big difference between me before I lost my mind and me now, which he didn’t know.

“…Black night, white night.”

-Your sword, it’s because you don’t have a single will.

As if he had answered my call at some point, the black night held in his grasp.

As if it was swaying towards the mana fired by Bifrons, he swung his black night at the mana and cut off his breath.

squeak.

As soon as it touches the blade of the dark night, it splits and is scattered into the air and disappears.

“Why is the black night in your hands…!”

One thing he doesn’t know.

For me now, when it comes to wielding a sword, there is a firmer will than anything else.

Whirly Rick.

The midnight sun that had been placed in the dormitory continued, and as it flew toward my hand as if answering my call, I grabbed the handle of the midnight sun with a snap.

Then, the two swords, the two swords, turned into silvery powder like moonlight, and began to transform as they merged into one sword.

The pitch black night, like the darkness of the night sky.

A pure white night like the moon that does not lose its light even in the night sky and brightens the darkness.

The two swords became one, and a single sword reminiscent of the moon in the night sky appeared in my grasp.

The blade was still pure white, like moonlight, but the handle was pitch-black, reminiscent of the darkness of the night sky.

Like Solaris, the sword whose owner was chosen, this sword also chose me as its owner, so I could naturally know its name without asking.

“Wall.”

ugh-

Wol-ya expresses joy with her whole body at finally meeting the owner she has been looking for all her life.

It felt as if the moonlight in the night sky was persistently chasing and shining only on me, and for some reason, a sense of satisfaction seemed to rise.

Fain!

Bifronse’s magic cannon rushes towards me again.

This time, with a clearer will than before, I swung the moonlight and killed the mana.

“why….”

Bifrons, who finally realized that his magic cannon didn’t work on me, began to back away from me little by little, unconsciously hesitating.

okay.

My only will that I realized thanks to Finn. There is only one will to put into the sword I possess.

A sunflower that yearns for sunlight because Finn vowed to dedicate his life to Lilithiana, the princess who is no different from the sun of the empire.

Received the blessing of the sun and became a knight who speaks light.

Then what about me? how am i

Do I have any loyalty to Lily? It wasn’t.

Unlike the noble feeling of loyalty, the only feeling I have for Lily is love. It is a feeling called love.

If so, for what purpose, with what kind of will did I live this hellish life like this?

The essence of everything has always been in the beginning.

The moment I became possessed by this place. The reason why I wrote a 34-character comment to that dog-like writer.

It was only because of one earnest desire to see the characters Lilithiana and Ekaterina meet a happy ending.

I will not dare to allow any obstacles to exist on the way to her happy ending.

I want to see her always smiling happily and having a happy ending like the princess in the fairy tale, so I will tear to pieces all those who cast shadows on her face.

If Finn was born from the sun and became a ray of light protecting the sun.

I am like the moon rising in the night sky when the sun has set. Unbeknownst to the sun, looking at the path the sun should move on and cultivating it… It will be a shadow born of light.

okay.

I was possessed by this world for the sake of Taeyang,

He was able to inherit all kinds of swordsmanship experience and talent from the pin called light.

The will most suited to me, who was called the emperor’s shadow.

“Anyone who stands in Lily’s way… I will kill them all.”

without leaving a single one behind.

Men and women of all ages, women, old people and children… If there are any people who stand in Lily’s way, regardless of age, gender, race, or reason.

As her shadow, I will cut off my breath without hesitation.

I will never hesitate, even if it is a demon who is no different from the absolute strongest in this novel, or even if it is the writer who gave Lily a dog-like fate.

Because this is my only will to wield the sword.

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gulp.

Although the sound of Bifrons’ footsteps echoed across the ground, Bifrons himself did not hear it at all.

It was because the throbbing sound of his own heart was blocking all other sounds.

“Wall night, mirage.”

mirage.

Simply put, a phenomenon that is no different from fantasy.

As if to prove him, the boy’s form, which had been intent on killing Bifrons just before, disappeared and reappeared.

Exactly behind Bifrons.

Chow!

Then, a boy who cuts Bifrons’ limb tendons in an instant before he can react.

It seemed a very simple task at first glance, but in reality it was different.

It only seemed weak because the target being compared was different,

If he was an ordinary academy swordsman, no matter how much he swung his sword at Bifrons, he wouldn’t have even scratched it.

No, he probably couldn’t even approach it.

However, even such a Bifrons was powerless against the boy’s blade, which was full of will.

I will kill the right tendon.

The left tendon… .

The blades he wielded with the will to kill the target with each blade succeeded in cutting only the tendons that were precisely targeted.

Feeling the pain of this, Bifrons opened his mouth to scream, but

The boy’s kicks pressed Bifrons’ head to the ground, so even the screams were buried in the dirt and disappeared.

Even an attempt to somehow gather and release mana,

Bifrons groaned helplessly in pain because the shock applied whenever Bifrons gathered mana had nothing to do with the mana being scattered into the air.

Then the boy began whispering, bringing his head closer to Bifrons, who fell headlong to the ground.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this day…Bifrons.”

“Ughhh…! Uhhh!!”

“You want to save me? No way…really?”

Bifrons’s head, which was stuck on the floor, just wiggled and responded positively to the boy’s question, and the boy let out an empty laugh.

“Huh, true. If that’s your wish, I’ll let you live. Yes, I’ll let you live until the words come out of your mouth asking you to kill me…Fortunately, I have so many stories to share with you.”

Swoop.

The cool feeling of the sword burrowing smoothly between the ribs of Bifronse.

Despite the intense pain that was unbearable, Bifrons, whose tendons in his limbs were severed, was not given a chance to resist or even time to scream.

All that could be moved in pain was convulsions as if trembling.

Blood vessels burst from the pain, and tears of blood began to form in Bifrons’ eyes.

Then, a word recited like a brainstorm.

“mirage.”

Because of that word, Bifrons realized the cruel reality he was facing.

To say that he was using his ability that had been a fantasy-like phenomenon now was tantamount to saying that he would torture himself without being disturbed by anyone.

Bifrons despaired, regretted, and blamed herself.

Why didn’t he plant self-destruct magic on himself just because he was a high-ranking demon given his name? Such regret and self-blame.

And to the boy who harbors feelings beyond hatred toward himself to the point of not knowing why,

With despair over the situation where he could only hope for mercy that he would just want to kill himself quickly, Bifrons moved slowly toward his death.

A hellish time in Bifrons continued until the instructor, who received Selina’s request, arrived at the main building leisurely, and Irene, who hurriedly rushed to grasp the situation, arrived.