Chapter 211
The Divine Sword, Bader Orhart, was there.
The most noble knight in the world, and the continent’s strongest swordsman.
Facing that very inspection, the six-winged cherubim Aurelia knelt.
Above the gently rippling lake. Leaving behind the watery world stretching to the horizon.
Several petals danced down onto the lake, scattering like fallen blossoms. They were blood-red plum blossoms.
It was powerful. Incredibly so.
Was this the continent’s greatest sword, once said to have fought fiercely to a standstill against the ‘Hero of Another World’ before meeting a mutual demise?
“…I admit defeat.”
The six wings lay crushed beneath petals of scattered blades, torn apart so horribly it was unbearable to look upon. The noble, pure white was now drenched in blood, and in her agony, Aurelia murmured softly.
The sacred sword Durandal in her hand emitted a feeble glow.
“Raise your head.”
And before her, the Divine Sword Badel Orhart, simultaneously the First Imperial Prince Lancelot, spoke.
“Victory belongs to the Holy Maiden.”
“……!”
“I believe you alone are worthy to wield the holy sword, and furthermore, I wish to honor your nobility.”
The Divine Sword spoke.
“What on earth are you hoping for?”
The False Virgin asked. The Divine Sword answered with a meaningful smile.
“That our falsehoods may prove more valuable than truth itself.”
The clash of the four swords came to an end, and the two duels concluded.
