CH 143

Creation and Wind

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by Zil

Seraphina drew her sword, Arondight, and swung it.

A myriad of spears appeared and surrounded the Grasslead on both sides, above and below. Spears emerges from the empty void, completely encircling Grasslead and depriving her of any chance of escape.

Hundreds and thousands of spears, all pointed at the witch, were ready to strike if Seraphina put her mind to it.

“Araaa……There’s a holy sword holder here. What can mama do for you?”

Grasslead looked at the numerous spears with annoyance, tilted her head as if in a daze, and asked Seraphina.

In contrast, Seraphina glared at the witch with a piercing gaze and clinked her holy sword in the shape of a scepter.

“I, a cross-knight of the Church, have only one task for you, an enemy of God. That is, ………… perish!”

Seraphina snapped her scepter once more, and countless spears began to move in unison to attack Grasslead.

Grasslead had put up a magical barrier, but Seraphina destroyed it with overwhelming force.

“…… Scary girl! I wonder if discipline is necessary!?”

But Grasslead was not so naive as to turn into a needle in a haystack.

Her body melted into the atmosphere, shattering and transforming into countless photons.

The grainy body evades the spear and coalesces back into a human form in front of Seraphina’s eyes.

“…..!”

“Aren’t you a bit young to be challenging mama? Do you think I could have one of your arms as punishment?”　

Before Seraphina could intercept her, Grasslead’s right hand extended to the arm holding the holy sword.

Her hands were gentle, as if she were caressing her, but the tips of her claws held magic power that could easily slice off a human arm.

Seraphina’s mind conjures up a vision of her right arm being severed from her shoulder. The vision would come true in less than a second.

But–

“Troublesome…to care for a young lady.”

Before Seraphina’s arm can be cut off, a cold blade of killing intent strikes from above Grasslead’s head.

Grasslead, aware of the enemy’s attack, pulls back her arm, and the wind blade passes between Seraphina and her like a guillotine.

If the arm had been withdrawn even slightly slower, Grasslead would have had her arm dropped in the opposite direction.

“That’s why I said it would be better if we both took part. Underestimating the enemy on the battlefield is not an honourable thing to do.”

“Araa,……there’s another one. You’re like a summer bug, so depressing.”

As Grasslead distanced herself from Seraphina, she looked up and saw a man standing in the sky, using the clouds as cover.

His black hair is tied behind his head and his body is dressed in a kimono, the traditional costume of the East.

His fearless face was covered with stubble, and his expression was languid and relaxed, but his……eyes were clearly fixed on the Grasslead below, with a cold murderous intent in them. 

“The only time one on one is considered virtuous is in a fisticuffs. In war, it is not cowardice to swallow the enemy in numbers, it is the art of war.”

“Thank you for your help. I’ll take your advice to heart. Yamato-sama.”

“Please do so. If you die, I won’t get my commission and I’ll be a pauper. I don’t know how I’m going to get back to my home in the far east without any money from this place.”

The man called Yamato slowly descends and stands alongside Seraphina.

In Yamato’s right hand he holds a single-edged dagger, the blade slightly warped with a dark green wind blowing against it.

“Now, …… I don’t want to be asked, but I’m going to follow the lead of Orléans and say my name. I am a samurai from the Far East, and my name is Yamato Yasakain. Currently employed by the Holy Society. And, as you probably know, this is the holy sword that controls the wind – the Amenomurakumo. It is the guardian sword of my family.”

(TL:Another name for it–> Kusanagi no Tsurugi) 

Yamato swung his sword lightly, and the long blade released a blast of wind which struck Grasslead.

“Ara….”

Grasslead frowned slightly and countered the wind with a flare from the palm of her hand.

Yamato’s eyes narrowed slightly as the blade of wind was easily countered.

“Hoou……I see. The fact that it can be defended without any reserve action makes it…… a formidable opponent to be reckoned with.”

It seems that the blow that was just struck was to measure the strength of the opponent. Yamato nodded his head in agreement and looked at Seraphina next to him.

“Orléans-dono, this is an opponent that requires two of us to give it our all.”

“……I would have saved it if I could, but I had no choice. I’ll use the holy armour.”

“Nice, I’ve been waiting for this”

In the next moment, Seraphina and Yamato’s bodies were enveloped in light.

Silver like a blade, green like a dark green – the two lights enveloped the bodies of the man and woman, transforming them into armour that covered their bodies.

A presence that radiates with overwhelming magical power. It was the manifestation of a demon god that had escaped from the world of mythology.

“I am the divine enemy, the saviour of the infested world!　I am Demiurge, master craftsman of the holy armour!”

Emerging from the silver light was Seraphina.

She wore the revealing clothes of a dancer on her uneven body, and countless circular moon-shaped blades floated and circled around her.

The scepter she held in her left hand had been transformed into a huge hammer as tall as she was, emitting a dull silver light from its vicious form to intimidate her enemies.

“Sacred Armour of the Heavenly King Susanoo-no-Mikoto!　I will crush every barbarian in the land”

It was Yamato who emerged from the green light.

He wears black full-body armour over his large, muscular body, with two horns on his head like a bull’s head and a snake’s tail covered with green scales on his hips.

In his right hand, he held a large sword that was single-edged and warped, but had grown into a huge shape that could easily cut a horse in two.

“You have three minutes to make up your mind. Grasslead, Witch of Doom, once again I ask for your life!”

“That’s how it is ……Well, no hard feelings.”

Activating the inner workings of the holy sword, Seraphina and Yamato, with or without the help of the sword, unleashed their killing intent on the enemy in front of them.

“…… honestly I’m in big trouble, am I…”

Two holy sword holders. With two pieces of holy armour in front of her, Grasslead tilts her thin head to the side as if she is in deep trouble.

Despite her words, her expression is routine and relaxed, as if she were trying to decide what to make for dinner.

“I’m afraid I’ll get a scratch on me if I have to deal with the likes of you. Can Mama run away?”

“I will not let you get away!”

“You’re not going to get away without a scratch!”

“Ara,Ara……”

The two holy sword holders chased the witch who flew through the air.

The three of them disappeared into the northern sky, hitting each other with a violent torrent of magic power.

Anyway – the witch Grasslead left the kingdom of Zain as if she was being chased away, and the day when she would meet Raidorl and Neimilia would be postponed.

With the departure of the evil one who gave Granard the magic sword, the kingdom of Zain was able to live on uninterrupted, but this incident took place in a place that Raidorl could not have known.