CH 140

“Ku, that’s-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Granard continues to fire light bullets at the jumping Raidorl. They numbered in the hundreds, thousands and even tens of thousands.

But  numbers are irrelevant.

With each attack and its desperate magic power, it will be extinguished before it touches Raidorl’s body.

“Hu!”

“Ku…!”

At last Raidorl approached the range of the Dáinsleif.

He swung his sword, which had been transformed into a greatsword, with the holy armour he wore, at Granard.

“Damn it..! I’m not going to die from this!”

Granard turns his body into the speed of light and leaps backwards. The distance that had been closed is opened up again.

“You dare!! Raidorl……Raidorrrrllllll!”

In spite of his vindictiveness, Granard foresaw his defeat with a corner of his mind – the calm part of his mind that was only a fingernail away.

Granard and Raidorl. They are both clad in magic armor and holy armor, so it’s hard to say who has the advantage or disadvantage just by looking at the situation.

Since the conditions are the same, the duel depends on the ability of the user of the sword.

Granard had also learnt the art of swordsmanship when he was a prince, but Raidorl was clearly the more talented of the two.

Moreover, he had not practised swordplay for many years, having devoted himself to political affairs since the illness of the previous king.

As Raidorl had declared earlier, Granard could no longer beat him.

If the witch’s blessings cannot be surpassed, then there is no way to defeat his older brother.

The duel was already decided.

Granard was already a defeated man.

“I can’t accept that! I will not allow myself to be inferior to Raidorl!”

But Granard would not have become a witch’s apostle if he could admit and accept the cruel truth.

He could not accept a future in which he would be cut down by his younger brother.

“Get away from me! Don’t come near me, you disrespectful person!”

Granard uses his light speed continuously to run away from Raidorl.

If he uses his light speed to attack, he may be countered as he was earlier, but if he concentrates on evading and running away, there is no way Raidorl can catch up with him.

But—-

“Fenrir the God Wolf!!!”

“What?!”

From a distance of more than ten metres, Raidorl swung his sword lightly.

At the same moment, right in front of Granard – so close that it was frightening – was the face of Raidorl, lips pursed in a smile.

“Nonsense! Instantaneous movement?”

“I don’t think I’m capable of maintaining the same speed but I didn’t approach you. You approached me.”

“!!!”

Granard finally noticed, the place where he stood had changed.

Instead of the spot where he had just jumped backwards to escape, he was now drawn forward to where Raidorl had been standing.

“I’ve made the space between you and me disappear. I won’t let you escape.”

“Wh-!!”

“I’ve got you.”

The miasma extends from Raidorl’s left arm and entangles Granard’s right arm like a chain.

Granard tried to escape by turning his body into light, but for some reason it didn’t work. He doesn’t know how, but he was sealed in some way.

“Aaaaa!”

Raidorl swings his Dáinsleif with his right arm alone. A huge blade, like a guillotine, comes at Granard.

“Guoooooooooooo!!!!!”

Granard immediately raised his spear to catch the slash, which seemed to be the embodiment of death.

He has only his left arm to defend himself because one of his hands is blocked, but miraculously he succeeds in catching the Dáinsleif.

The white spear made a screeching sound, but it was a weapon made by a witch. It will not be crushed, nor will it be annihilated like a flare.

“Jormungandr, the great serpent of the apocalypse!”

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!”

But that was not the end of Raidorl’s attack.

A miasma serpent shot out from the jet-black sword and bit Granard in the torso.

The huge, dragon-like Agito bites Granard firmly and it sends them both flying backwards.

(TL:Kamen Rider Ref.)

Raidorl broke through the wall behind Granard into the next room. From there he pushed his body further through the wall to the outside of the palace.

“Khaa!!”

Granard was bitten by the serpent and crashed into the city wall outside the palace.

He could no longer tell whether the pain in his body was caused by the serpent’s bite or by being slammed into the wall.

Before Granard had time to collect himself, Raidorl had slithered over the snake’s body and was closing in on him.

“A….”

Granard opens his mouth and tries to shout something.

Was it a plea for his life? Or were they words of vengeance against an enemy?

“This time, it’s really over, brother.”

In the end, the words never took shape.

Before the air leaking from his lungs could form words, Raidorl’s sword leapt into the air and pierced Granard’s chest.