༺ The First Letter (70) ༻
“Del.. phine Yurdina........”
My weak murmur did not reach Senior Delphine’s ears as she nonchalantly approached Seria.
Seria instinctively lowered her gaze and avoided eye contact as her body trembled ever-so-slightly.
“Don’t worry, you’ve proven your usefulness. As long as I’m the head of the household, you won’t be stripped of the Yurdina name.”
Senior Delphine acted as if Seria had hunted the beast on her behalf, but there was no way that was the case.
More than anything else, Seria wanted to overcome the trauma of the day Delphine had stolen away her sword along with everything else she had ever treasured. Her swordsmanship was for herself, and the same went for the demonic wolf she had slain.
And yet, Senior Delphine gave a relaxed smile as if Seria’s convictions were meaningless.
For her, as long as it was within the confines of the rules, nothing was off the table for the sake of victory. Perhaps that was what it meant to be a Yurdina.
Senior Delphine asked softly.
“Are you going to fight?”
Her attitude exuded confidence as if the results wouldn’t change no matter what Seria, whose eyes were trembling with fear, did.
At some point, even Celine had dropped her sword following an anguished scream. She had been disarmed and was on the ground with a hatchet lodged into her shoulder.
“.......Celine!”
The moment that scene entered my sight, I started struggling fiercely to escape, but Senior Fermin’s frail but surprisingly strong body remained firm. Rather, he struck the back of my neck, causing my mind to go numb and my vision blurry.
I refused to faint. Senior Fermin looked rather surprised at how tenaciously I was holding on.
“Your mental strength is formidable, I admire it. You’re still enduring even though you must have lost a good amount of blood.”
“...Heugh...ugh”
I glared up at Senior Fermin while trying to control my ragged breathing. He was looking at my bloody left arm with eyes full of sympathy.
“It looks like you’re going to suffer from harsh symptoms if you don’t get treated soon. Normally, I would completely break your spirit but..........”
A pure white glow appeared on his hand. Then, as he delicately swept his hand over my left arm, the flesh slowly regenerated.
It was just basic first-aid treatment – a stopgap measure to stem the blood flow. Even so, there was only a single type of profession that could enact such miracles.
“You’re... a monk...?”
Senior Fermin nodded silently to the words I managed to spit out in between labored breaths.
I had thought that his hand-to-hand techniques were exceptional but it turned out that he was in fact a monk from the Holy Land. Monks fought by strengthening their bodies with divine power, had iron-like skin, and possessed formidable fighting skills.
Had I known in advance, I wouldn’t have carelessly engaged him in close combat. However, I had been misled by the sword he carried around and his skilled swordsmanship that didn’t lack even when compared to swordsmen.Diiscover new stories at nove/lbin(.)c/om
I was frustrated at being overpowered, but my frustration paled compared to the rage Seria felt when she saw us, her teammates, pinned down and injured. In fact, her eyes had gone frigid the moment I was taken down.
She chewed her lips as she gathered her resolve and held her sword after forcibly steadying her trembling arms.
Senior Delphine let out a chuckle and smiled as if she found our retaliation ridiculous. Then, she opened her mouth with benevolent eyes.
“Come.”
A blue aura burst forth like flames as the hazy, mirage-like mana traced numerous lines through the air.
Illusory Sword of the Golden Lion
It was the secret technique of the Yurdina family and Seria’s strongest move. The fact that she used it from the start reflected her desperation to triumph against her half-sister.
But, just one-
One move was all it took to break Seria’s Golden Lion.
The technique was shattered by a single, golden swing of a sword.
There weren’t any precursory movements that she would strike. No, I’m sure there was, but my eyes weren’t able to keep up with her speed. A single swing was enough to display the overwhelming difference in skill.
Before anyone could react, Senior Delphine kicked Seria on her solar plexus and sent her flying.
Forget what? I wanted to ask her, but I had no control over my body.
Just when the pale hand started slipping away, leaving a bloody handprint on my chest–
“No more regrets.”
“I’ll make it so I don’t ever regret again.”
The man choked in immense anger and frustration.
Then, the world shattered once more when his fiery golden eyes met my own.
Then, my consciousness returned.
**
Delphine gazed indifferently at the dying beast. The wolf was still gasping for air. It was soon going to die on its own, but courtesy dictated that a hunter should kill their prey instead of letting it suffer.
With that simple thought in mind, she drew her sword. It was prey that had already been hunted down by her pitiful younger half-sister and the Hatchet Lord, who had been the first one to humiliate her.
She was disheartened by how effortless it was. It was beneficial to her that they had been injured while fighting the demonic beast, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed.
It had been a while since she faced an opponent that could make her heart quiver in anticipation, but with the outcome set in stone, she no longer held any interest in them.
Her pride had even taken a hit. After all, at the end of the day, all she was doing was claiming credit for someone else’s hard work.
However, that was the law of the world she lived in. The strong plundered while the weak could only watch helplessly.
And right now, there was no one stronger than her. It was no different from a village losing its harvest to an invading army.
She could hear Elsie yapping and Fermin overreacting in the background, but it did little to dampen her spirit. Now, there was nothing that could change the final result.
Her sword rose high into the sky with a brilliant golden glow. Her aura was more than enough to put the helpless beast to rest.
But at that moment–
“Arghhh!”
She heard a familiar scream from behind. She stopped to turn around, and right at that moment, a hatchet struck with a dull thud.
A hatchet had blown past her face, just barely missing her, and lodged itself into the beast’s neck in an unbelievable display of skill.
Blood gushed out and the beast let out its final breath.
However, Delphine wasn’t in the state of mind to care about the wolf.
She hadn’t been able to notice his movements.
Her blood-red eyes went blank. She couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t able to sense the hatchet up until the moment she turned around.
If the hatchet had been targeted at her, she would have met a horrific death without knowing what had killed her.
A chill went down her spine. It was a sensation that she, as the strong, had nearly forgotten.
Her crimson eyes crept towards a single spot.
In that spot was a man – panting and hunched over. His left arm was a bloody mess and his exhaustion was evident from his shallow breathing.
From the start, he lacked the skill to contest her in battle. Adding to the fact that he was injured, he simply wasn’t her match.
But even then, she struggled to turn away from those blazing golden eyes.
Delphine couldn’t understand the situation. Her blank eyes quickly took in her surroundings.
Fermin, who had been subduing him up until a moment ago, was rolling on the ground with both hands wrapped around his face. It was difficult to know what had occurred until the Hatchet Lord spat something out of his mouth.
It was a piece of flesh, and it was too clear who it came from.
When Delphine’s gaze returned to face the man, he had a smile plastered on his face.
“.......Let’s go for a round, miss exhibitionist.”
‘This crazy bastard’
Before she knew it, she found herself swearing to herself.
However, she could not conceal the fear in her eyes.