Volume 5 - CH 72

ーーThe Dragon Sword Reid was a sword with numerous enigmas.

With the jet black scabbard which had engravings carved by the claws of the Dragon in his left, gripping the Dragon Sword with his right hand, was he.

His red hair swinging about in the wind, lording over the situation earnestly with his blue eyes was the current 『Sword Saint』 Reinhardt van Astrea, it could be no one else.

Everyone was overwhelmed by the lone majestically standing figure, including Wilhelm.

Inheriting 『Sword Saint』, and becoming the sword of the kingdom as an imperial knight, was his grandsonーー this was actually the first time, for Wilhelm to see his form to step into a battlefield.

Losing Thearesia in the Great Subjugation, Wilhelm left the Astrea family. His dispute with his son and grandson from back then, even after fifteen years, still stood, unburied.

Henceforth​, for these past fifteen years, Wilhelm had always been pursuing his wife, and had continued to turn his eyes away from his family. Therefore, whether it was the deterioration of his son, or the growth and accomplishments of his grandson, he had not been witness to anything.

ーーThat is why, right now, he was overwhelmed by Reinhardt’s figure.

The one standing there, was the 『Sword Saint』.

An existence blessed with the love of the Sword God, having the ability to unsheathe the greatest sword, standing above the wishes of swordsmen of all dispositionsーー that could only be, the 『Sword Saint』.

Seeing that figure, Wilhelm remembered.

He had completely forgotten his pain. What he remembered was a different emotion. The emotion Wilhelm felt when, a long, long time ago, he saw the swords dance of the 『Sword Saint』, of Thearesia.

At that time, Wilhelm felt a distance he would never be able to cover.

A territory he would, by no means, be able to reach and, Wilhelm lamented the trifling nature of his sword talents.

Even still, without crumbling, he swung the sword, he continued swinging it, and finally managed to grasp the edge of that territory with one hand. No distance is too distant, that is what he was supposed to have had proven.

ーーSuch tapered, puny visibility.

Stated Reinhardt in front of Wilhelm, who had lost his voice.

His eyes had averted away from his grandfather, and now they closely observed only the dead body of his grandmother, standing in front of his eyes.

In a gentle motion, the Dragon Sword Reid was held to aim for her eyes.

Oddly, that stance was identical to that of Thearesia’s, as she bore the longsword on her shoulders, as if a reflection in a mirror.

“ーーーー”

The depressedly weeping sword blade of the Dragon Sword, was visible as shining, shimmering immensely.

That was the ovation of the sword. At having attained a chance to be swung, it felt deep emotions, felicity, and at having to oppose the one who was its former bearer, the supreme blade wore weeping yet delight in its voice.

Reinhardt: “ーーーー”

Thearesia: “ーーーー”

Soundlessly, the blue eyes of the two swordsmen, intertwined.

The 『Sword Saint』, with the sword wielded, did not offer his name as he originally should have.

It was natural. As it sought an opponent with the value that they would pay back the pride of a swordsman, and the style of a warrior.

Against an opponent who was not like that, against an opponent who did not have the value to be equal, it was not going to be conducted.

The atmosphere froze, the world was crushed by the tension possessing colour and weight.

Feeling his entire body get heavier, dominated by sense of compactness, Wilhelm opened his mouth.

Unaware of the words he should pronounce, he was compelled by the sense of exasperation stemming from him feeling that he must say something.

ーーIronically enough, that acted like a signal for the two swordsmen.

Wilhelm: “Stopーー ~hk!”

His voice did not reach.

Leaving behind his voice, the two swordsmen clashed.

“ーーーー”

Stepping ahead, swinging, Thearesia’s longsword let out a roar and slashed through the atmosphere, and her greatest sword slash, at the perfect angle, assailed upon Reinhardt.

In fact, this may have had been the slash with utmost refined beauty by Thearesia, among all which Wilhelm had seen till now.

Under normal circumstances, Wilhelm may have had been envious of the fact, that the entirety of the sword abilities sleeping within Thearesia, his self had not been the one to hale them out.

However, at this instant, the emotions distending within Wilhelm’s heart were different.

And that something weighing in his chest explosively, had overflowed out by taking the form of certain words.

Wilhelm: “Don’t kill her……!”