Book 13: Chapter 11: Situation Unknown

Book 13: Chapter 11: Situation Unknown

Alerts blared on the bridge of the Imperial Army’s flagship.

“Communication with our allies has been disrupted!”

“We have yet to figure out the affiliation of the unknown fleet!”

“The unknown fleet is engaged in combat with the Banfield Family―”

Cleo, the supreme commander of the subjugation force, listened as the confused operators reported their findings.

Pressing her back against her seat, she firmly gripped the armrest, feeling uneasy.

“What in the world is happening? Any news from Hampson? What about Toraido? Dustin?”

The people she had been relying on had cut off communication and were moving independently.

This naturally constituted a serious offense, but Cleo was aware that the current situation wasn’t normal.

She asked one of the military officers how many troops they had left.

“How many ships are still under our control?”

The military officer was quick in his response, but his mind seemed preoccupied by what was happening outside.

“A-around 3,000 of them.”

Some ships had been placed under the control of the unknown fleet, while others were too disoriented to act on orders. Some had even fled amidst the chaos.

As a result, only 3,000 ships remained of her fleet.

“We’re leaving the battlefield immediately.”

(We can’t keep fighting like this.)

Recognizing that she no longer had the means to defeat Liam, Cleo issued a retreat.

The soldiers were bewildered by her decision.

“But our allies are still―”

“Since they refuse to follow orders, we need not concern ourselves over their safety. Henceforth, our mission is to return to the Capital to inform His Majesty about what happened here. Now hurry up!”

“Yes, sir!”

The soldiers were initially baffled by her orders, but they quickly regained their composure.

They were more than happy to escape from this mess.

And just like that, Cleo and her forces disappeared from the battlefield.

(This isn’t my fault. I’ve done nothing wrong.)

As things stood, there was no other choice but to withdraw―that was how she justified her decision.

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I’m sprinting through the enemy’s flagship with Rinho and Fuuka following diagonally behind me.

Every time an obstacle appears in our way, Rinho and Fuuka unleash their One Flash, cutting down the enemies and destroying the traps.

Most of the enemies that we come across are not our match, but occasionally, a tricky opponent appears.

“It seems we have ourselves a troublesome opponent.”

Rinho dashes forward upon hearing the news.

Waiting on the other side of the hallway is an old man with white hair and a beard.

The shabby clothes he’s wearing make him look like a village elder, but at a glance, we could tell that he’s a skilled sword master.

Sword in hand, he prepares to intercept us before we could arrive in front of him.

Rinho jumps out and laughs in delight.

“Who would’ve thought we’d come across someone that’s actually decent!”

Saying so, she unleashes a One Flash at the old man, which the latter skillfully avoids by turning his body.

“Hee~, you’ve got some nice moves, old man.”

Without uttering a word, the sword master lunges at us.

Judging from his physical abilities, it seems his body hasn’t been strengthened by any means whatsoever.

His sword doesn’t seem special, either. In fact, I’d even say it’s crudely made.

Nevertheless, he manages to reach Rinho using his agile footwork.

For some reason, Rinho draws her sword, no longer resorting to her One Flash.

She then goes on to engage the old man in a sword fight, no doubt trying to enjoy herself.

“Rinho,” I call out as a warning, but she laughs it off.

“Gah!?”

“How boring. You have the strength, but not the will. ―I don’t need someone like you in my collection.”

For some reason, Fuuka appears shaken after being told that she’s not needed.

Personally, I don’t see the point of getting his recognition.

“I-I’m not weak!”

“You are. As proof of that, aren’t you terrified of me? Both Liam-dono and the female swordsman have the resolve to confront me! Compared to them, what are you?”

“I’m...I’m a proud swordsman of―”

Farabar makes a sighing gesture seeing as she couldn’t complete her sentence.

“Liam-dono, surely you’ve noticed this already? This woman isn’t worthy of joining the ranks of the strong. Why is a powerful man like you carrying such a deadweight around?”

Without answering his question, I step forward and take out my favorite sword.

“He’s too much for you guys to handle. I’ll deal with him.”

Looking at my back, Fuuka opens her mouth.

“S-senior Brother, I―”

“We can have that conversation later.”

The skeleton may be acting frivolously, but his strength is real.

Farabar takes a close look at my sword.

“Oh, a sword that contains True Gold?”

“Huh?”

I react at the mention of gold, which prompts an explanation from Farabar.

“True Gold, Divine Gold, God’s Gold, God of Gold ― it’s called by many names. Either way, it’s an extremely precious metal that exists in the vast universe.”

Is it something similar to mithril, which is often referred to as Scared Silver?

As someone who loves gold, I’m happy to learn that such a rare metal was used to forge my favorite sword.

―Should I try extracting it?

Farabar shivers, seemingly out of excitement, as he looks up to the sky, arms spread.

“Truly a sword worthy of the hero that challenges me!! To wield a sword that contains a small amount of God’s Gold, that which is like poison to us, you are without a doubt the Chosen Hero!”

Apparently, my sword is like poison to beings like him.

Having said that, what’s wrong with his head?

“Was it alright to give such a vital piece of information to your enemy?”

Farabar bursts out laughing.

“Apologies. I should’ve known how disrespectful it is to engage in pointless banter against your enemy. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“Whatever. There’s something I’d like to ask you―”

Just when I think it’s my turn to ask, Farabar appears before me and swings down his greatsword, forcing me to block it with my sword.

He was able to close the distance in an instant.

The way he fights is very similar to the Sword Saint I defeated in the past, but his techniques are on a completely different level.

A dull light gets emitted from the depths of his skull.

“Further talk is unnecessary! Let us enjoy this death match!”

―He must be another one of those, the type that doesn’t listen to others.

While deflecting Farabar’s blows with my sword, I continue my question.

There is something I must confirm, something I must get to the bottom of.

“I’ll have you answer my question, even if it’s by force.”

I swing my sword at the enemy’s torso, but Farabar manages to block it with his greatsword.

“Be my guest. If you can defeat me, that is. How about joining my immortal army? We’d have all of eternity to discuss to our heart’s content!”

“I refuse.”

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