Chapter 208
Dale and Mordred, Charlotte and the Sacred Sword, pure-white Aurelia and Lancelot.
Of the three duels unfolding simultaneously in the Sword Hall, two had ended.
It was a contest between four swords vying for the title of Heavenly Sword.
Following the rule of three, the Duke of Lancaster, who volunteered to be the final opponent, sharpened Charlotte’s senses before the last battle, while Saxony’s Dale easily secured victory against Mordred.
“Prince Mordred has just accepted defeat.”
Dale replied coldly, extending his arm. Simultaneously, the apocalyptic chill enveloping Mordred began to reverse, as if rewinding time itself.
As if defying the irreversible laws of the world, the unbreakable principles of the universe.
The coldness enveloping the Seventh Prince Mordred finally seeped into Dale’s body, and at the same moment, Mordred collapsed to his knees, powerless.
“Gah, hmph…!”
Unable to maintain consciousness amidst the agony, he collapsed completely. His body still trembled violently, frozen stiff and pale.
“I… I haven’t lost yet…!”
At that very moment, desperately regaining his grip on his sword, Mordred shouted.
“I am the proud son of the empire, the golden knight…!”
As if everything that had happened within the prison of his frozen body until just now had been a lie.
“Is that so?”
But Dale paid no heed.
A blue butterfly took flight, and at the same moment, the blue spiderweb had already wrapped itself around the deepest recesses of Mordred’s soul.
