A Response to Her Voice

Every time two people cross their swords, fresh sparks and fresh blood would scatter. Each of Abel’s attack were answered with a parry and riposte by Sion. But not without Sion receiving also damage by the heaviness of Abel’s swings. Sion’s movement were graceful and flowing. His sword attacks were like a dance. The soldiers watching all held their breaths as they admired the beauty of their motion and also the flurry of blood flowing.

There is only one weapon that Abel has in confronting Sion’s overwhelming sword techniques... that is his determination. He refuses to give up. It is normal to hesitate when staring down at a blade, but Abel overcomes this hesitation. By swallowing his fears, he steps forward every time their blades met. By stepping in instead of stepping away, Abel minimized the lethality of Sion’s attacks. Together with his armor, he was wounded but not fatally.

“To be able to stand against me this long... you are really somebody I can’t underestimate.”

“Hah. I’m glad to I did not let you down.”

Abel smiles but it was a strained one. Abel felt that Sion’s slashes are becoming more and more powerful. For a genius like Sion, adjusting his sword attacks while fighting is probably like a child’s play.

I don’t think I can last any longer. The next one is probably the last one.

Abel sighs. Then he kneels in one knee out of pain. He changed his gaze slightly and noticed Mia

That’s right... I can’t give up yet.

Taking a deep breath, Abel stands up again.

“Get ready, Prince Sion. It’s time to end this!”

Abel gripped his sword and willed all of his strength into this one final strike.

“Please stop! Both of you will really die!”

Seeing the two of them, Mia raised her desperate plea again. Tears running down her face without her even knowing or caring. To her horror, her voice doesn’t seem to reach anybody. Their weapons were drawn, and she could feel that this will be the last strike.

Ahh... In the end, my words don’t reach them or anybody after all ...

“Mia-sama ...!”

It was a nostalgic voice. Mia spun around to see a familiar face.

“Oh, Anne...”

Her first and most loyal vassal held her in her arms with tears in her eyes.

“Anne, Anne...”

Mia hugged Anne and buried her face in her chest sobbing.

“Knave! You dare point your weapon at His Highness Prince Abel? Lower it at once!”

It was the man who had been entrusted with guarding Mia, Bernardo the Adamantine Spear. And he was glaring down at Dion.

“It’s unthinkable to intrude upon a sacred duel between royalties.”

“Ah, well, I guess you’re right. Must have been hard on you resisting to help your beloved prince. And then I just selfishly come and join in the fun. Annoying, isn’t it? But then again, my allegiance is not sworn to any of these princes. ”

“Shut up! That rudeness is worthy of death! Consider your life forfeit!”

Immediately after, Bernardo started running towards Dion. Dion just smiled. Then he stabbed to the ground the sword in his left hand. He then switched his right-hand sword into a two handed one. He watched his approaching foe with a delightful grin.

Author’s Note:

Merry Christmas!

Have a nice Christmas, everyone.