Chapter 39 Assault On The Capital 11: I'll Stop Him

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The clash between the haunting magic armor-clad Kaid and the metallic sphinx was a spectacle of power and determination. The sphinx, transformed by magi-tech into a towering, destructive force, raged against its restraints, each movement threatening to crush anything in its path.

Kaid, now encased in the eerie black armor that seemed to meld with his very essence, stood his ground as the sphinx charged. The force of its impact sent him flying, his body skidding across the ground like a ragdoll. But the armor's magic held firm, and he rose quickly to his feet, unscathed.

The sphinx's rampage continued, its blows battering Kaid mercilessly. Each hit should have been bone-breaking, but the armor deflected the damage with an otherworldly resilience. Kaid's determination remained unshaken, his grip on his sword unwavering.

The sphinx lunged, its intention clear — to finish Kaid once and for all. Its massive paw came crashing down, the ground quaking with the force of the blow. But in that moment, Kaid's sword moved like lightning, a simple swing creating a whirlwind of magic-infused energy. The blade cut through the air with a resounding hum, and with a single strike, both of the sphinx's arms were severed.

The sphinx glowed with mana, its body regenerating its lost limbs. It was a relentless force, its power fueled by magi-tech that seemed almost endless. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, Kaid's distorted voice rang out.

"Sorry, it takes a lot for me not to go crazy in this form. I'll free you now..."

With those words, Kaid dashed forward, his movement a blur of speed that left a wake of destruction in its path. The street crumbled beneath him as he closed the distance in the blink of an eye. Before the sphinx could react, Kaid was upon it, a flurry of strikes that moved faster than the eye could see.

As her thoughts returned to the present, Lorelei found herself face-to-face with the embodiment of those tales. The figure before her, the one who had shattered her curse and set her free, was the same figure who had held the empire at bay, who had stood resolute in the face of annihilation. Kaid, now the Black Knight, stood as a living legend, a testament to the stories that had once filled her with dread.

As Kaid raised his blade, the weapon she thought would end her life, she braced herself for the impact, her eyes clenching shut in anticipation. Yet, the blow didn't come. Instead, a rush of wind, an intense disturbance in the atmosphere, caused her to instinctively open her eyes. What she saw left her breathless—a visual marvel that defied logic. Kaid stood before her, his blade having cleaved through the very air, yet she remained untouched, the wind itself bending around her.

In that moment, it struck her—the curse that had ensnared her, the cruel magi-tech bond that had shackled her will, was gone. The realization washed over her like a cleansing wave. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with her astonishment and gratitude. Kaid's words, his stammering and emotion-laden speech, reverberated through her. "You can't pay me back for my armor if you are gone, so now you're free. Make sure t-to p-pay me b-back..."

Her voice trembled as she attempted to voice her thanks, but Kaid's raised hand quelled her attempt, and she held back her words. "Save it for now. Run. I can't hold it anymore. I have to f-find the king f-fast..."

Before she could process the urgency in his words, a surge of pitch-black magic engulfed Kaid. The force of it sent her stumbling backward, her body quivering as she struggled to keep her footing. Kaid's transformation was rapid, his demeanor shifting from the mild-mannered Kaid to a chaotic force of devastation. His movements were wild, his power uncontrollable, as he unleashed his might upon everything in his path.

Lorelei found her feet again, her concern for Kaid mounting as she witnessed his violent outburst. Her instinct to protect her savior ignited, and she was prepared to rush to his aid. Yet, a stern grip on her arm restrained her—Livian's hand.

Livian, the one who seemed to understand Kaid's volatile nature, stepped forward with an electrifying force, her grip on Kaid's blade halting his frenzied advance. She regarded Kaid with a knowing grin, her words carrying a tone of familiarity. "Oh, it's you... did you go berserk again, kid?" With an abrupt kick, she sent Kaid hurtling backward, his uncontrolled charge coming to an abrupt stop.

Lorelei's worry for Kaid was tangible, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the conflict unfold before her. The instinct to intervene, to repay her debt to Kaid for his selflessness, surged within her. But Livian's voice cut through her determination, her words firm and commanding. "Don't, girl. You don't have any mana left. If you weren't a magic being, you would be dead. So just sit down. This isn't the first time I've had to discipline this kid. Don't worry, I'll stop him..."