Chapter 302

Chapter 302

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(Adeshan. It’s dangerous.)

“Ugh!”

Adeshan, who was concentrating, flinched. It seemed like it would be quiet for a while, but then it was uproar again. A familiar woman's voice pierced my brain.

Now I'm tired of asking what's dangerous. She sighed after seeing that the shadow's mana was disturbed. I felt like I needed to remind myself to focus again.

“Haaa... really.”

Adeshan opened his eyes nervously. I could see the Allied forces gathered in formation, the protection of stars covering all directions, and the sparkling sky beyond. It seemed like the battle between Ronan and the Giant King was still going on.

“Ronan.”

She bit her lip as she looked up at the sky. My heart was heavy because I felt like I had left the victory or defeat of this fight entirely to Ronan. Of course, the only strong person who could take on the king was him or Navarre.

'Is there any way to help further?'

Even Navardose was still missing. A special team was organized and dispatched to find out whether he was alive or dead, but there was still no response that he had been found.

It would have been nice to be able to provide support fire, but even that was not feasible. He probably had to attack with magic, but all the mana of all the allies, including himself, was being transferred to the savior.

“I can’t help it...”

No matter how much I thought about it, this was the best thing for now. Adeshan was about to concentrate 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 pure white dress was slowly walking across the Allied Force gap. Her eyes widened at the dazzlingly beautiful sight.

“···Iril?”

It was definitely Iril. It was reported that he was obviously unconscious, but did he just wake up? Adeshan suddenly shifted his gaze and narrowed his eyes. Every time Iril took a step, people around him fell to the ground.

“W-what is it?”

Judging by his normal vital signs, he did not appear to be dead or injured. Everyone in the direction Iril passed by had already collapsed.

I couldn't understand the English text. Adeshan, who instinctively sensed something ominous, was about to take action. Suddenly, all the strength left my body.

“What’s going on now...”

thud. She stumbled and fell to one knee. In my hazy consciousness, a feeling of happiness of unknown origin was creeping up.

“···uh?”

Something was strange. My five senses were being distorted one by one. The cruel battlefield was changing into a panoramic view of Phileon Academy from the hill of the Four Seasons. The smell of ash and blood that had stung my nose had turned into the scent of cherry blossoms.

“senior. “What’s wrong?”

Suddenly a familiar voice rang in my ears. Embarrassed, Adeshan turned his head and held his forehead. Ronan, wearing his school uniform, was standing with his hands in his pockets.

“Ro, Ronan?”

“Have you ever had a hard time? “The student council job was shit.”

Ronan asked with concern. He was looking down at himself with the kind eyes he only shows when they are together. Adeshan stammered.

“I, I... So.”

“Don’t overdo it. “I’m still doing really well.”

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

“ah···.”

Adeshan knew. Everything I saw, heard, and felt right now was just a fake. However, regardless of my awareness, the rising happiness was clouding my judgment. Suddenly, a woman's voice was heard from not far away.

“okay. If I'm tired, I'll take a little rest. “You’ve just been running hard.”

(It's not easy.)

“What is it, Rin?”

(It's solid. How can something like that exist...)

Ronan's eyes widened. It was a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time. It was Rin, the soul of the holy sword residing in La Mancha. Ronan, who once again dodged 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 are my friend.)

Every time she spoke, the sword body buzzed. Ronan narrowed his eyes. The meaning was self-evident.

“Do you think you can’t win?”

(I can't say for sure, but if things continue like this, it'll be difficult. They're reading you just like you're reading that monster's fighting methods. If you really want to win, you'll have to come up with a new method.)

“It’s a new way.”

Ronan sighed. Indeed, as she said, the king had memorized all of Ronan's attack patterns. Unless the attack was quite irregular, it was impossible to land an effective hit.

It had to be caught off guard just once and destroyed. Ronan's head was getting hot quickly. A new, never-before-thought-of method. After being silent for a few seconds, he snapped his fingers.

“aha.”

(What, did you get a good idea?)

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

(What on earth are you going to do... wait!)

Lin was about to shout something. Ronan suddenly placed his sword on his left thigh and slashed. Sigh! Blood spurted out like a fountain from where the blade penetrated the flesh. Ronan gritted his teeth against the burning pain.

“Damn, I cut myself too deep.”

(Are you crazy? What are you doing?)

Lin asked in a puzzled tone. Instead of answering, Ronan pushed the blade further into the flesh.

Let the blood come out just enough not to kill you. I may have a bit of a limp later on. Rin, who belatedly realized Ronan's intention, was taken aback.

(Wait, you can’t believe it...)

“okay. “At this rate, even that bastard will be in pain.”

Ronan chuckled. A red spirit was rising from La Mancha's sword body. This was due to the weapon's characteristic of becoming sharper as it drank blood.

It was a necessary preparation before striking the secret blow. First of all, the sword must clearly tear through the skin.

This was the first step, but in fact, it was a gamble from here. It was just as Ronan was trying to explain the strategy to Lin in a whisper. A low, deep voice echoed across the sky.

『Stop.』

“what?”

Ronan stopped without realizing it. It felt like my bone marrow was whining. It was a voice on a different level from the giant's voice I had heard so far.

Ronan instinctively knew it was the king's voice. After catching his breath, he raised his head. Before he knew it, the king had lowered his great sword and was looking at him.

“Did you know how to speak?”

『Little creature living a mortal life, tell me the whereabouts of the previous king while I still have mercy.』

“Forefathers...what?”

Ronan tilted his head. I couldn't understand what was being said.

If it's a previous king, does that mean there was a king before that bastard? The king continued.

『Your blood smells like the previous king.』