Chapter 210
Facing Charlotte’s world, Dale likewise drew forth his own.
A landscape of pure imagination where only 100% affirmation and negation existed.
It was a world composed of coldness and darkness, and within that very world, a pitch-black castle rose towering.
Charlotte Orhart was also within that very castle.
Facing her master, the Shadow Lord seated upon the throne of black gold.
Yet, centered on the spot where she stood, another world unfolded behind her back.
Beyond the horizon, it was a world of flowers where plum petals drifted endlessly.
Two worlds interlocked, and the Knight of Plum Blossoms re-gripped her sword. The Shadow Lord also rose from his black-gold throne, re-gripping his blade.
The blade of the ancient warrior, the Peacemaker, gleamed with the light of peace. In contrast, what Charlotte held was merely a greatsword from the House of Saxony.
However, a sword wielded at the highest level can never be distinguished from magic. Therefore, the realm of swordsmanship Charlotte is now displaying must be something beyond even the unfolding of a mage’s world of thought.
It cannot be compared to a mere elder holed up in a back room, devoted solely to training.
For she forged her sword from the very beginning with the battlefield as her premise.
“…Charlotte Orhart.”
That is why Dale spoke.
“As your lord to whom you pledged your knightly oath, I command you.”
The Shadow Lord spoke, and the Knight of Plum Blossoms maintained her silence.
