Chapter 141
Killing the sacred sword was supposed to be Charlotte Orhart’s task someday. That was the promise Dale and she had made as children, but circumstances had changed.
Leaving the warrior’s sword hanging askew on the table behind him, Dale turned his head.
“Since he appeared before me on the battlefield, I had no choice but to kill him. I had to kill him before he killed me.”
“I don’t blame you.”
But Charlotte shook her head immediately.
“It’s just that you were faster than my sword could reach that man.”
“…….”
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
Charlotte asked, and Dale nodded.
“That man, the Holy Sword Knight—did he die painfully?”
“He must have died in agony. Watching the holy sword shatter and the count’s house fall… He must have slowly died in a hell of both body and mind.”
“I see.”
Charlotte nodded bitterly at Dale’s reply.
“As expected, I can’t hold my own against the empire’s greatest genius. Ever since the day we first met.”
Charlotte continued.
“In the end, I could only rely on you for everything, from start to finish.”
A past now so distant that even their memories of it had grown faint. Yet how could she ever forget that day?
“I promised to be protected in Saxony’s name, to defeat our Orhart family’s enemies in Saxony’s name… and to grow stronger for you. Yet even that strength itself came from you.”
Charlotte laughed bitterly. In a world where nothing could be done by her own strength.
