Chapter 200
The avatar of Baro, the Slayer Master.
Pierrot was there.
A clown wearing a ridiculous Pierrot mask, with countless threads dangling from his fingers. A warrior radiating a crimson aura.
And that single wire was coiled tightly around Dale’s aura blade, blocking it.
“A clown. In a way, that’s quite fitting.”
Dale smiled bitterly at the sight. But Master Baro did not smile.
“Now, it truly wouldn’t matter if your head were to be chopped off.”
The clown beneath the Pierrot mask spoke. A clown who did not smile. Beneath his pupils, tears of white and black were drawn in ink.
Master Baro moved his arms. The crimson wires bound to each of his fingers began to swirl, glowing with a cold, blue-tinged aura.
“Yeah, that’s about right.”
“Master Confucius…!”
“Both of you, I entrust my life to you should the worst happen.”
Dale said. Even he couldn’t guarantee his life 100% against the Seven Swords of the Continent deploying their avatars, especially the Sword of Death. And even less so now, without his magic power or shadow armor avatar, while he was still reacquainting himself with the unfamiliar sensations of aura.
But this was precisely how it should be. Without standing on the very edge of life and death, he could not recall the sensations of that time.
To reclaim the self he once was as a warrior, and to seize not the Shadow Lord but the avatar of the ‘Black Prince’. Unless he becomes an Aura Master, he will never survive facing the mighty foes within the ‘Trial of the Sword’.
