Chapter 133
“Oh my, this is something else.”
The moment he saw the Ghost Sword Sepheria, it was Master Baro who broke the silence.
“Who’d have thought the Empire’s strongest lady would personally attend an event, dragging her heavy butt out?”
“I’ll rip that tongue right out and chew it up, Baro.”
“Heh heh, I see you still haven’t forgotten my sharp tongue, have you?”
The sword spirit Sefilia gripped her beloved blade ‘Soulbringer’ with renewed force, her killing intent unmasked, while the master assassin Baro shrugged indifferently. The stage was set for a clash between two of the continent’s Seven Great Swordsmen.
The asymmetrical forces had achieved a one-on-one equilibrium. Ultimately, what remained were Mikhail Lancaster and the Rose Cross Knights, and the ‘Shadow Lord’ and his assassins. In that regard, it could be considered a 5-on-5 situation.
Except for one thing: this was Dale’s world.
“Shuv.”
Dale spoke her name aloud, and a horde of dreadful tentacles emerged beside him.
─ We’ve been waiting.
Leaving the pitch-black castle behind, two forces faced off in the white and dark winter night.
He hadn’t entirely dismissed the possibility that an unexpected powerhouse might be with Michael Lancaster. Even Dale found it somewhat surprising that this opponent would be the Ghost Sword, Sephelia.
‘It’s still within the expected scenario.’
Recalling the existence of the ‘Fire God’ still kindling embers within the pitch-black castle.
