Arc 7, Chapter 100 - 'A Myriad of Changes at the Bastions”

Arc 7, Chapter 100 - “A Myriad of Changes at the Bastions”

――The Cloud Dragon Mezoreia’s senility.

The startling revelation of the truth drove Emilia into a tremendously difficult corner.

Emilia: [I didn’t have to beat Volcanica at the time, all I had to do was do my best and complete the Trial, but...]

On the highest floor of the Pleiades Watchtower, her encounter with the Divine Dragon Volcanica was concluded by her touching a stone monument at the peak, even further above the tower.

As for Emilia, she was still unsure as to whether she had properly resolved Volcanica’s Trial; however, the ancient Dragon had presented to Emilia one of its claws as proof.

So, for now she considered this a symbol of approval.

However, her fight with Volcanica had fundamentally been a defensive one with no intention of beating him, so it was not a battle at all.

And this situation remained the same even if the opponent changed from the Divine Dragon to the Cloud Dragon.

If anything――,

Emilia: [I have no other choice but to beat it, but Mezoreia has lost――Ah!]

As she was saying this, Emilia leaped up from her spot and closed in on the Dragon from the air.

Shaking its long whiskers without revealing what was reflected in its eyes, the Dragon mercilessly slashed its claws towards the puny existence flying towards it.

It was a simple attack, but just one strike would be more than enough to kill someone if it connected.

The Dragon’s claws were much sharper than any run-of-the-mill sword and could easily cut Emilia’s body right in half.

Emilia: [Soldiers!]

However, Emilia was able to avoid this attack by jumping even further into the sky.

The midair foothold that Emilia used was provided by an Ice Soldier who had leaped together with her and put up both of its arms for Emilia to jump off.

Naturally, the Ice Soldier couldn’t escape in time and fell prey to the Dragon’s claws, which smashed it to pieces.

Emilia: [Eiya!!]

Keeping this sacrifice in her heart, Emilia’s long legs kicked Mezoreia in the face.

Emilia delivered this kick with footwear made of ice, which each had a large extremely sharp spike, forming fiercely lethal weapons.

Since Emilia had used her foot, she did not pull any punches with this merciless kick―― so an absurdly brutal blow slammed into the side of Mezoreia’s defenseless head.

However――,

Emilia: [It’s not working at all!]

Mezoreia’s huge body did not budge an inch from getting kicked in the face.

However, it appeared to be irritated. Feeling a sense of hostility on her skin, Emilia greatly swung her upper body to do a midair flip, using another Ice Soldier to dodge the incoming thrust from the Dragon.

Lacking behind the shattered one, another Ice Soldier had leapt even further up and stretched out both of its legs from above. Aligning both their soles, Emilia launched herself off of them towards the ground below.

While the sound of shattering ice resounded in her eardrums, Emilia landed on the white ground with her hand, and then looked up towards the majestic cloud-wreathed Dragon that calmly floated in the air.

Mezoreia: [――I, am Mezoreia. In accordance with the voice of mine dear child, I shalt become the wind from the heavenly skies.]

Emilia: [Geez... Even after all of that...!]

Even after being kicked in the face and smashing apart two Ice Soldiers with its claws, Mezoreia’s words and demeanor did not change at all compared to when it had first descended upon the battlefield.

Emilia: [――――]

It must have considered Emilia to be an enemy.

It was precisely for this reason that it was brandishing its claws towards the approaching Emilia as it flapped its wings and turned its unfocused white eyes towards her.

But she just could not initiate a conversation. Just like with Volcanica, it was incredibly difficult to find common ground.

The only potential clue might be――,

Emilia: [――Madelyn! Just listen to me!]

Madelyn: [Be quiet! Don’t address this dragon so casually!!]

Emilia’s last ray of hope faded into the distance as her outstretched hand was violently shaken off.

Even though Madelyn had lost the Flying Winged Blade she was able to wield with remarkable skill, Emilia’s silver hair was still disheveled as she evasively leapt away. A small shadow followed right behind her―― it was Madelyn Eschart, who let out a white exhale as her golden eyes were set ablaze, and cracked the ground with every step while brandishing her destructive arm.

Narrowly avoiding it, Emilia bit down on her molars.

The tactic of rapidly lowering the temperature had served its purpose of keeping the rampaging Madelyn and Mezoreia away from the others on the battlefield, but it was difficult to push it any further.

Madelyn: [Human, human, human...!!]

With a wicked glint in her eyes, Madelyn cloaked her small body in white steam. It felt like she was matching the cloud-wreathed Merzoreia, but there was a difference.

Madelyn’s body temperature was so absurdly high that every single snowflake evaporated once they came into contact―― no, before they could even reach her.

The same thing was also happening around Mezoreia, the “Puck Copycat” tactic was not really effective on these two.

That being the case――,

Emilia: [Icicle Line――!]

With the ice wall separating the battlefields still in place, Emilia changed the flow of the cold air. Aborting an ineffective strategy to preserve her strength was not what she was doing.

Since she had covered too large of an area, it did not have the desired effect on Mezoreia and Madelyn.

Emilia: [How about all this cold!]

Drawing invisible white lines around the head-on approaching Madelyn, Emilia concentrated the cold air permeating the battlefield around the second bastion into a single spot.

It was not just any ordinary cold, it was a truly extreme cold that wrapped around Madelyn’s small body, changing the steam into snow and causing the dragonkin’s body temperature to instantly plummet below freezing.

Madelyn: [――Guh!?]

Even Madelyn had her whole body frozen still by this unforeseeably extreme cold.

Madelyn’s eyes widened as her vision whited out; however, Emilia threw away her last bit of pity and focused on pouring all of her power into temporarily freezing her solid.

Emilia: [Please... Ah.]

Directing all of her power towards freezing Madelyn, Emilia was praying for Mezoreia’s observed conduct.

The participation of the cloud-wreathed Cloud Dragon in the melee would force Emilia to halt her attack prematurely. However, in the corner of her field of view, she saw Mezoreia floating in the sky with an empty expression and no indication of wanting to interfere with Madelyn’s predicament.

Emilia: [Weird, but――.]

In this situation, Mezoreia’s standstill helped her out a lot.

When Madelyn’s voice had called out and Mezoreia made its appearance from the sky, Emilia realized that she was cornered into an even more hopeless situation.

However, by the look of it, Madelyn and Mezoreia were not cooperating at all as they were continuously switching between one of them attacking on their own and the other standing idly by.

From Emilia’s perspective, the situation continued while she alternated between opponents in a one-on-one fashion.

Of course, Emilia’s stamina was still slowly being whittled away, and she could not think of Madelyn, nor Mezoreia, as opponents that she could easily take down in a one-on-one fight.

Nevertheless――,

Madelyn: [Yo, u...!]

Emilia: [I’m sorry, Madelyn. I think it would have been better if I could have properly talked to you. But, since you refuse to listen, I’m going to need you to be obedient now!]

Madelyn: [Guh――!]

Madelyn’s whole body violently creaked, and she flashed her sharp fangs as her eyes blazed.

However, once the inner part of her body was chilled to the very core of its core, even the extremely stout and vigorous dragonkin was unable to avoid her freedom being snatched away.

Madelyn: [――――]

Her blood and flesh, her bones and skin, all of it was frozen white, and Madelyn was imprisoned in ice by Emilia.

It had concluded just before Madelyn’s hand, which she had suddenly stretched out, could reach Emilia’s chest. With her hands still pointed at Madelyn, Emilia looked at the immobile girl and let out a long exhale.

Emilia: [That, was a close one...]

Patting her chest in relief, Emilia lowered her eyebrows at the young girl that had been colored white.

She did not feel delighted nor regretful for having won or lost. Above all else, this did not mark the end quite yet.

Emilia: [Mezoreia! You may not understand what I’m saying, but you need to stop fighting! If you really can’t communicate no matter what, then go home for today!]

Emilia had considered the possibility that Mezoreia would have become incredibly angry the moment she defeated Madelyn, so she was slightly relieved to see that Mezoreia did not make any movement. However, unable to let that relief slip through to her expression, Emilia glared at Mezoreia with a sharp look on her face.

She was trying to act like she still had plenty of strength left in her.

However, the truth was that Emilia actually did not have much strength remaining.

Although she had succeeded in freezing Madelyn in ice, she would need to continue keeping Madelyn chilled in order to maintain her in that frozen state. That, too, required the continued use of energy.

Hence, even though she had stopped Madelyn, it would be very difficult to fight Mezoreia.

If possible, the best thing Mezoreia could do would be to turn back from here.

That was why――,

Emilia: [In the case that you still want to keep going, then I also have a plan.]

With a sharp glare in her eyes, Emilia declared such to Mezoreia. ――It was a lie.

Even though she said it with immense confidence as she glared at Mezoreia, it was an outright lie that Emilia had any kind of plan. She thought that if she insisted, perhaps Mezoreia would think Emilia was dangerous and run away.

Following the example of Subaru and Otto, it was a rare bluff from Emilia.

Mezoreia: [――I, am Mezoreia. In accordance with the voice of mine dear child, I shalt become the wind from the heavenly skies.]

To which, a deep, low voice from Mezoreia’s mouth replied so.

Emilia became disheartened by Mezoreia’s undecipherable behavior, as it was unclear whether or not it could see what was before its eyes, but she was determined not to be defeated and did not decrease the severity of her gaze.

And then――,

Mezoreia: [――I, am Mezoreia. In accordance with the voice of mine...]

Emilia: [...Huh?]

Mezoreia: [In accordance... with the voice... voice of... dear child...]

Mezoreia’s words, which it had repeated over and over and over again no matter what she said to it, were cut off halfway through, immediately began to falter, and did not continue after.

It was not just that. Mezoreia, who had been sitting peacefully within the snowy sky, frowned somewhat painfully, and began to sway its large head from side to side.

Emilia: [What’s wrong all of a sudden? Does your head hurt?]

Seeing the change in Mezoreia, Emilia’s amethyst eyes widened in surprise.

It would only be natural that Mezoreia would lash out in anger when Madelyn was frozen in ice. It would be very troubling if it did that, but that would be easier to accept than this kind of weird reaction.

Above Emilia’s head as she worried about that, Mezoreia’s movements came to an abrupt halt.

Mezoreia: [――――]

The Dragon, which had been shaking its head in pain, suddenly looked down with a serene expression. Met with the gaze of those white eyes, on a face that had grown out a long beard, Emilia let out a short “Ah.”

Now, for the first time, she felt as if she had been “seen” by Mezoreia’s eyes.

In other words, it was a sign of will and intelligence dwelling within Mezoreia’s eyes――,

Emilia: [Finally, we can talk――]

Mezoreia: [I believe I told you, human.]

Emilia: [Eh?]

With a low voice, resounding as if the sky had roared, the Dragon turned its head to face Emilia. She was pierced by its gaze, however, Emilia’s body stiffened because of a different shock.

She was seen by something mightier than herself; that was not what had surprised her.

The reason was because the violent emotion in its voice was just like the one that had just been directed at her just a few moments before―― No, because it was exactly the same.

Indeed, as if to confirm the stiffened Emilia’s surprise, the Dragon continued.

Mezoreia: [This dragon doesn’t have anything to say to you.]

Emilia: [Madel――]

Upon seeing something unbelievable, Emilia involuntarily ceased her movement.

Olbart: [...Jeez, being hard’ta kill is a weapon in its own right. Not in the sentimental sense, but in the physical sense. You’re too much trouble, ya know that?]

Looking at the painful sight, Olbart sighed in exasperation.

Waving his left hand in the air, just how many times had this Vicious Old Man attacked Garfiel with such relentlessness?

At the very least, the Vicious Old Man could not count them with the fingers on his only remaining arm.

Garfiel: [――Shut the fuck up, old man. This ain’t over!]

Garfiel slowly rose as a heavy stream of blood spurted from his shoulder.

With countless scars on his bare upper body and the aftermath of his fierce battle with Kafma Irulux still fresh in his mind, he clashed with one of the strongest in the Empire; yet his fighting spirit still remained unwavering.

Even by the standards of the Empire, many soldiers would recognize his bravery as impressive and admirable, but unfortunately, he faced a Vicious Old Man who didn’t care about the values of a warrior in the slightest.

Shrugging, Olbart looked at him with an expression devoid of any admiration whatsoever.

Olbart: [I can’t be overly bothered with just ya, can I? Well, the walls I’ve been slippin’ through have more of a weird smell to ’em. There’re some troublesome people out there, so things might get problematic if I don’t head back, ya know?]

Garfiel: [Some troublesome people...?]

Olbart: [You can probably hear ’em if ya prick up your ears. Don’t tell me ya can’t hear better than an old geezer like me?]

As Olbart cupped his hand to his ear, Garfiel realized it himself as he narrowed his vision. Vexing as it was, when he listened carefully, he understood what Olbart was talking about.

Indeed, he was able to feel the sound of many, many extraordinarily powerful footsteps shaking the earth and the very atmosphere of this battlefield in his eardrums and on the soles of his feet.

Olbart: [No, ya can’t be serious. How brave do ya gotta be to show your vulnerability in front of me?]

A moment later, explosives thrown by Olbart during this gap in attention erupted on both sides of Garfiel’s head.

A thunderous boom and red light spread with a searing heat, exhibiting a power that would easily reduce a human being to dust, as Garfiel’s figure disappeared in the resulting blast of flame.

Olbart: [Well, that’s a little――.]

Following this, Olbart stared into the burning flames.

Garfiel: [Gaaaahhhh!!]

The moment he was swallowed by the explosion, Garfiel rushed towards him shouting, using the flames as a distraction.

He imagined that if he showed an opening, Olbart would make a move. He did not know what exactly he was plotting, but he won the bet.

Garfiel’s arms closed in on Olbart, who was blinded by his own attack, and――,

Olbart: [You’re young, greenhorn.]

As his outstretched arms were crushed, the surprised Garfiel’s jaw was kicked straight up from below. The jumping Olbart’s foot stamped on his leaping face.

Olbart stood on Garfiel’s upwards looking face with one leg, and in that position the Vicious Old Man looked off into the distance, as if to tease him.

Olbart: [The troops Kafma pulled back’ll be enough ta defend this place... No one will get out of here without ya.]

With this deliberate statement, Olbart declared his intent to no longer continue this battle.

With bloodshot eyes, Garfiel raised his arms despite the broken elbows, and tried to crush Olbart’s miniscule frame atop his face. But Olbart jumped just in time to avoid both arms, during his flip, the right sleeve of the Vicious Old Man fluttered in the wind.

Olbart: [As expected, ya wouldn’t die even if yer head flew off, would ya?]

Following this cold death sentence, Garfiel felt the sensation of a drawn blade running down his spine, so he put all his strength into his neck muscles and leaped off this spot to――,

???: [――The chest.]

The next moment, guided by the voice he heard, he unconsciously clenched his fists together in front of his chest.

“Nu,” a hoarse voice faintly groaned, followed by a chain of violent sounds of steel being shattered.

Instead of the joined fists in front of his chest, it was the thrusting blade that was shattered―― in front of Garfiel, Olbart’s unleashed thrust through the heart, was a hidden blade replacing his lost right arm.

With the tip of the blade shallowly buried in his chest, Garfiel’s body fell backwards.

If he had been even slightly slower to react, Garfiel’s heart would have been ripped out, undoubtedly taking his life. No matter how much he could regenerate, even he could not replace a missing heart.

If he had not followed the advice to keep a guard over his neck, he would have died.

Even though he knew that――,

Garfiel: [...Fuck off.]

???: [Oh, that is so disheaaartening~ to hear. I thought I’d at least get to hear some words of thanks.]

As Garfiel clicked his tongue, his back was being supported by someone standing behind him.

When he entrusted his weight to him, he felt a hint of a wry smile coming from his aide’s hands. Feeling even more annoyed from this, Garfiel’s nose wrinkled up.

In general, Garfiel was not good at hating people, but in front of him was Olbart, who belonged to the types of people he hated. However, the person he unmistakably despised the most was standing right behind him.

Being caught in between two hated people, this was the worst possible situation for Garfiel.

Garfiel: [After I crush tha old man, you’re next...]

???: [This finally carries taking things out on me to extremes, doesn’t it? In a way, isn’t me being the one coming here a stroke of luck? You wouldn’t want Ram to see you in this state, would you?]

Garfiel: [Gah... Hk.]

Garfiel’s throat growled frailly as a nerve was struck.

Garfiel’s aide behind him chuckled at his reaction. Olbart, whose hidden blade had been shattered, watched this back and forth from a short distance away.

Olbart: [Just let me tell ya that you’re goin’ ta die if ya come this way from that line on tha ground over there.]

???: [Pardon me, old man. I didn’t quite catch that point. After all, I came from the sky.]

Olbart: [From tha sky, ya say?]

Glancing skyward, Olbart closed one eye.

Even his seemingly lethargic appearance was just part of the Vicious Old Man’s trickery to lead his opponents around by the nose. Garfiel exhaled as he restrained himself from inadvertently leaping forward.

He pulled the tip of the blade out of his chest, filling in the wound as he did so.

Garfiel: [If you’re here...]

???: [Ram is on a different battlefield. I told her to back off, but she didn’t listen.]

Garfiel: [...To no one’s surprise. And ya went out of yer way to come here.]

???: [Of course, I also intend to be somewhat useful. You should consider yourself fortunate.]

As he said this, the duo set their gaze upon the troublesome Vicious Old Man, and the man with an unfamiliar face was no longer behind Garfiel, but next to him―― Roswaal L. Mathers did not have his usual make-up applied, and his blue eye was closed to hide his identity.

Roswaal: [――After all, I’ve also had deathmatches with Shinobi in the past.]

He stated this with a deeply vicious smile rivaling his enemy’s.

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――The moment the light was released, its power imbued with will, Emilia had a vision of her own Death.

Her competitive spirit was strong, and she must not lose hope under any circumstances.

For Emilia, who had funneled power into her abdomen with that attitude, it had been a devastating thing.

Emilia: [――Ah.]

In her head, a small Emilia was screaming that she needed to move immediately.

However, her body would not respond with which way she should move, right or left. Even though she would usually move without thinking, she could not do so.

The reason for that was that her heart, not her head, had immediately sensed that right or left, forward or backward, there was no place to escape.

Emilia: [Icicle Line.]

So, instead of running away, Emilia had chosen to defend against it―― No, to deflect it.

Creating a thick wall of ice in front of herself and letting the light slide over its slanted surface. Whether or not she could do it, it would be done with the conviction that she had to.

When the Dragon’s breath had been released from the sky in Guaral, Emilia had immediately chosen the same defense. However, that time, Priscilla was there and had managed to cut through and clear away the light that Emilia had weakened, even if a little, with the red treasured sword she had.

This time, Priscilla was not there. Emilia was alone.

She did not know if she could do the same thing. However, she must accomplish the same thing.

Emilia: [Me, and the people behind me――.]

At a glance, Emilia knew that there was no chance that the power of the light that had been released would blow only her away.

Earlier, the same kind of light had been released in the distance, and this one resembled that. The light would surely mow down the battlefield and destroy everything.

So――,

Emilia: [――Do your best, me.]

She braced her legs, created a wall of ice in front of her body, and tightly squeezed the ice sword in her hand.

She had created the ice sword because Priscilla had used her treasured sword to cut through the breath. This ice sword did not have the same power as that treasured sword, but it had been for luck.

That, Emilia’s bracing, where she put forth her all, was――,

Mezoreia: [Disappear, human――.]

The breath was released, and white light poured down, closing in on Emilia.

That the voice had come forth from Mezoreia’s throat, and the origin of the anger in its eyes, in that moment, she forgot all of it. She forgot, and braced herself.

And then, the moment when that breath obliterated the wall of ice, swallowing even Emilia――,

Emilia: [――Eh?]

After trying to align her ice sword with the light, Emilia’s eyes widened in surprise.

The light that was emitted would have caught Emilia――but instead, it had just slightly veered off to the side. Even so, an enormous shockwave had been produced, almost tearing off Emilia’s silver hair and clothes.

While bracing and enduring that, Emilia looked at Mezoreia to see what had happened.

Mezoreia had released a breath, but its head was turned diagonally upward.

It was not that it had changed its mind right before it happened. The orientation of its neck had been forcibly changed. ――By the impact of the Flying Winged Blade, the deadly weapon that had struck it in the face from the side.

Emilia: [That has to be the one that I hurled over there...]

It was Madelyn’s weapon of choice, the Flying Winged Blade, which Emilia had accidentally hurled far away when she had tried to throw it back at her.

It had slammed into Mezoreia’s face. “No way,” Emilia said, her eyes widening.

Emilia: [Could it be, I threw it and now it came back?]

???: [Hahahahaha! That’s a really dreamy and wonderful thing to imagine! But unfortunately no! It was stuck over there, so I just kicked it off!]

Emilia: [Kyaa!?]

Having imagined a miraculous coincidence, Emilia was greatly surprised by the voice of her smooth-talking companion.

When Emilia turned around flustered, the owner of the voice was crouching down right beside her, staring fixedly at the ice sword in Emilia’s hand.

???: [This is wonderful with quite beautiful craftsmanship. I’ve been thinking that if it’s for carrying around with me, a legendary sword would be appropriate, but if it’s just for looks, I’d want to put this on my list of candidates.]

Emilia: [Uhh, thanks?]

???: [No, no, if anyone should be saying thank you, it should be me.]

The person to whom that voice belonged――a boy with blue hair tied back, he smiled cheerfully at Emilia, who had not expected to be praised in such a situation and reflexively thanked him.

He straightened his bent knees and stood up, then...

Blue-Haired Boy: [A white and red light divided the blue sky! I was wondering which way to go, but when I came rushing in, I found a big Dragon and a beautiful woman waiting for me! As expected of me! Don’t you think my pull is too strong?]

Emilia: [Uhh?]

Blue-Haired Boy: [Don’t you think it’s too strong!?]

After being asked once more by those sparkling eyes, Emilia felt compelled to answer, and replied, “I think it’s reaaally strong.”

At Emilia’s answer, the boy’s smile deepened into a satisfied smirk.

Blue-Haired Boy: [Right!]

Saying that, he took a step forward from beside Emilia, into the gaze of the Cloud Dragon.

Emilia hesitated in saying “that’s dangerous” and trying to stop him. It was a sense of pressure. But it was not caused by the gigantic Dragon, but by the small back in front of her.

Because of what that out-of-place, cheerful boy had caused――,

Blue-Haired Boy: [The grand stage has come around! Come on, everyone, watch! Don’t blink and miss out on the big moment of the Blue Lightning Cecilus Segmunt, or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!]

Not taking even a single step back in the face of the transcendent Dragon, the boy―― Cecilus Segmunt, thus loudly and majestically proclaimed.