Chapter 302

[ 302. Battle (10) ]

#302

[Adeshan. Dangerous.]

“Aww!”

Adeshan, who was concentrating, flinched. I wanted to be quiet for a while, but it was a mess again. A familiar woman’s voice pierced my brain.

Now I’m sick of asking what’s dangerous. She sighed after confirming that the shadow’s mana had been disturbed. It seemed to me that I needed to get my attention back in order to focus again.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa of it of it.”

Adeshan nervously opened her eyes. I could see the allied forces gathered in formation and the glittering sky beyond the blessing of the stars covering all sides. It seemed that the battle between Ronan and the Giant King was still going on.

“Ronan.”

Looking up at the sky, she bit her lip. My heart was heavy because it seemed that the victory or defeat of this fight had been left to Ronan alone. Of course, the only strong person who could face the king was him or Navardoze.

‘Is there any way to help more?’

Even Navardoze was still missing. A detached team was organized and sent to find out whether it was alive or dead, but there was still no return of contact that it had been found.

It would have been nice if they could provide support fire, but even that was not possible. He probably had to attack with magic, but all the mana of the allied forces, including himself, was being passed on to the savior.

“I can’t help it...”

No matter how much I thought about it, this was the best thing for now. It was the car Adeshan was about to focus on his mission again. A low laugh echoed from behind her.

“Ahaha...Then you can’t use it, Ronan.”

“What?”

Adeshan hurriedly turned around. A woman in a white dress was walking slowly across the allied gap. Her eyes widened at the dazzling beauty.

“...Iril-sama?”

It was undoubtedly a lil. I was reported to be unconscious, but did I just wake up? Adeshan, who suddenly moved her gaze, narrowed her eyes. Every time Iril took a step, the people around him were collapsing.

“What is it?”

His life signs were normal, so he didn’t seem dead or injured. The people in the direction Erill had passed were already collapsed.

I couldn’t understand English. Adeshan, instinctively feeling ominous, was about to take action. All of a sudden, all the strength went out of my body.

“What’s going on now...”

Kung. Staggering, she fell to one knee. In the midst of my hazy consciousness, an unknown sense of happiness was creeping up.

“...uh?”

Something was strange. My five senses were twisting one by one. The scenery of the cruel battlefield was changing to the view of Phileon Academy from the Hill of the Four Seasons. The smell of ash and blood that stung my nose had changed to the scent of cherry blossoms.

“senior. What’s wrong?”

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in my ears. Embarrassed Adeshan turned his head while holding his forehead. Ronan, in his school uniform, stood with his hands in his pockets.

“Ro Ronan?”

“Has anything been difficult? The student council work was like a bummer.”

Ronan asked in a worried tone. He was looking down at him with the kind eyes he only shows when the two of them are together. Adeshan stuttered.

“I am... that’s why.”

“Don’t overdo it. I am still doing very well.”

After saying that, Ronan lightly hugged Adeshan. The cozy yet warm embrace was unmistakably that of a lover. Her thinking stopped for a moment.

“Ah...”

Adeshan knew. Everything I see, hear, and feel now was just a fake. However, apart from cognition, the rising happiness clouded his judgment. Suddenly, a woman’s voice came from not far away.

All he could do right now was wait for the curse remaining in his body to dissipate, waiting for time so as not to spark sparks at the allied forces. Suddenly, a familiar girl’s voice rang in Ronan’s head.

[It’s not easy.]

“What is it, Rin?”

[So hard. How could such an existence...]

Ronan’s eyes widened. It was a voice I hadn’t heard in a very long time. It was Rin, the soul of the Holy Sword that dwells in La Mancha. Ronan, who once again avoided the king’s slash, tilted his head.

“What happened all of a sudden?”

[I came because I didn’t want to see you die. No matter what anyone says, you’re my friend.]

Whenever she spoke, the sword body hummed. Ronan narrowed his brows. The meaning was self-evident.

“...do you think you can’t win?”

[I can’t say for sure, but it’s hard at this rate. Just like you read that monster’s battle methods, they are reading you too. If you really want to win, you have to come up with a new method.]

“A new method.”

Ronan groaned. As she said, the king memorized all of Ronan’s attack patterns. I couldn’t get an effective hit unless I attacked quite irregularly.

It had to be caught off guard and sunk just once. Ronan’s head was rapidly heating up. A new method never thought of before. After a few seconds of silence, he snapped his fingers.

“aha.”

[Did you have any good ideas?]

“There’s a high chance of failure, but I think it’s worth a try. Let’s try it.”

[What the hell are you going to do... wait!]

Rin was about to shout something. Ronan suddenly drew his sword into his left thigh. Chow! Blood gushed out like a fountain at the spot where the blade dug into the flesh. Ronan gritted his teeth at the burning pain.

“Did you cut too deep?”

[Are you crazy? What are you doing?]

Rin asked in a puzzled tone. Instead of answering, Ronan pushed the blade harder into his flesh.

Just enough blood to come out. The legs can be cut off a little later. Lynn, who noticed Ronan’s intention belatedly, was embarrassed.

[Wait, you can’t...]

“Yes. This will hurt that baby. ”

Ronan giggled. A red flag was rising on La Mancha’s blade. It was because of the nature of the weapon that it became sharper the more blood it drank.

It was a necessary preparation before the spleen strike. First of all, the sword would have to reliably tear through the skin before entering.

It was now at this stage, but in fact, it was a gamble from here. Ronan was about to explain the operation to Rin in a whisper. A low, thick voice resounded across the sky.

“Stop.”

“What?”

Ronan involuntarily stopped. It felt like my bone marrow was whining. It was a voice that was on a different level from the giant’s voice I had heard so far.

Ronan instinctively sensed that it was the king’s voice. Taking a deep breath, he raised his head. The king, who lowered his greatsword, was looking at him.

“Did you know you could talk?”

『Little creature living a mortal life, tell me the whereabouts of the former king while compassion remains in me.

』

Ronan tilted his head. I couldn’t hear what he was saying.

If it’s the former king, does that mean there was a king before that son? the king spoke

『Your blood smells like the old king.』