Side Story Chapter 242

Side Story Chapter 242

Contrasting black and white flames ran wild in an intense battle between Kireua and Weirman. Kiruea could tell that the white flames composed of Weirman’s divine power were indeed great—but that didn’t change his thoughts in the slightest.

‘When I met the Saint she was stronger than him,’ Kireua thought.

Lilith Aphrodite, the Silver-Eyed Ghost Sword, and Christian the White Lion were skilled swordsmen who had represented Hubalt for a long time. On top of that, they were both friendly to Avalon and its emperor, although Kireua’s assessment didn’t take any of that into account.

‘They wouldn’t have lost to a nobody paladin I’ve never even heard of.’

Although with that said, it wasn’t impossible. Supposing that Lilith and Christian were sufficiently weakened beforehand, an inferior warrior like Weirman could have defeated them. But setting aside Weirman’s claims, this was an interesting situation and a chance for Kireua to gain the favor of the future legitimate leaders of Hubalt.

Their first exchange of attacks came to an end with one final crash!

“...What!?” Weirman shouted, startled.

Due to its destructive nature, demonic power was superior to aura of the same level; in a head-on battle, the one using aura was going to lose. However, divine power pitted against demonic power was an entirely different story. Some things in the world were just incompatible, like how the most voracious fire would eventually be extinguished if enough water was poured over it. There was a good reason that the long extinct black mages had fled for their lives as soon as they had seen a priest or a paladin.

‘But what is with this black flame?’ Weirman gnashed his teeth and drew up more divine power. DiScover new stories at novelhall.com

The nearby paladins were dumbstruck by their battle.

“My skin stings because of that man’s demonic power... but he can withstand Captain’s divine power.”

“He’s winning! What in the world is going on?”

“Wait—I think it’s different from the demonic power we know.”

Although he couldn’t pay attention to what others were saying, Weirman could feel the abnormality in his bones. He backed away, trembling with exhaustion.

“Who... in the world are you?”

Kireua smiled. “Give up; you have no chance of defeating me. You’re a paladin in name only—rotten to your core.”

“What?”

“There is this thing that His Majesty the Emperor always talks about. The most important thing is who wields power, not if the power is demonic or divine.”

Only Joshua could make such a remark, being the sole person capable of using both divine and demonic power. Although the world wasn't aware of it, Joshua in his past life had been betrayed by the kindest angels and received help from the evilest demons. Due to his formidable power, Joshua had been abandoned from both sides, so angels and demons were the same to him.

“The church was highly respected for a long time, but now all of you are corrupt or politicians chasing power,” Kireua disparaged with a frown

“You brat... How dare a prince of the Demonic Empire try to patronize us!”

‘I hope His Majesty is okay.’

At that moment, the soft sound of a footstep pulled Weirman’s focus back to the present.

“You have the skills to back up your big mouth.”

“...You arrogant bastard. You think you’re worthy to assess my skill?” Weirman boomed, baring his murderous energy to Kireua.

“But, well, you’re no better than the Four Paladins,” Kireua nonchalantly continued.

“...What?”

“You seem to have forgotten about this, but your oh-so-mighty Four Paladins died in Avalon’s capital. Do you remember that?”

The area instantly went quiet as if someone threw a wet blanket over it.

“...You’re just a whelp hiding behind your father’s glory. As loath as I am to admit it, everyone here knows how great your father is—but you’re not him. You’re not a lion like him, you’re just a cat. How dare you try to pretend you’re even a fraction of the man your father is?

Weirman didn’t hide his sneer. The paladins burst into laughter.

“Hahahahahaa!”

“Everyone knows that the Second Prince of Avalon is just a shithead with no talent.”

“I heard he's been real cheeky lately. Must be because he thinks he’s Joshua Sanders.”

“Some people think they’re gifted just because they have talented parents.”

“Big talk from a guy who can’t even use a spear. Ridiculous—can’t even reach his daddy’s tailcoats.”

Kireua didn’t answer them because he knew from experience that he could easily prove himself with his skills.

‘...I’ve been reborn, and Hubalt will be the first chapter of my story.’

Since Weirman used the ability of a god first, Kireua was going to utilize the same kind of ability. It was an eye for an eye. Coal’s ego was completely gone, but not its power. While Weirman had the ability of the Forgotten Angelus...

‘...I’m using an Evil Sin that even the Demon Kings coveted could never wrest from my father.’

An outstanding amount of demonic power surged within Kireua. This was the first time he’d used the power of Greed in full since Coal had left him. The paladins did not notice the change in Kireua, but Weirman widened immediately. The authority of the Angelus showed him the true identity of Kireua’s ability.

“T-The power of Greed...?”