Chapter 96

Chapter 96

It was a winter storm.

Asilia gritted her teeth and stared at the demon in front of her.

Realizing my true nature, youre quite perceptive.

Her Richard looked down at her with a smile as if he had rescued her from hell.

The moment they exchanged blows, Asilia realized.

That she had greatly underestimated Richard.

He was much stronger than she had anticipated.

At the same time, cruel.

You are worthy of the title of Snowflake Swordmaster,

What stood before her was not human. A demon clad in human skin. From head to toe immersed in the Bloodstone Cult, there was no trace of humanity to be found in him.

Klang! Kakang! Kagagagak!

Just blocking his sword swing made her arm feel as if it would fall off from the pain.

Ferocious.

Overwhelming strength.

She realized this wasnt a situation to aim for a stalemate.

What was the Snowflake Swordmaster, and what was the First Sword of the North?

Asilia regretted her arrogance.

She was never strong enough.

Not even enough to secure a better future for the child.

Asilia. Your mistakes are too grand.

Shut up.

To pursue strength, one must have no qualms about anything.

I said shut up. You filth.

Even if its family, just like me who can devour anything to become stronger.

Gripping her trembling arm, Asilia unfolded the Snowflake Sword.

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Interesting.

He barely managed to evade the snowflake she sent while smiling.

Swish

Her back feels hot.

Richards arm, grotesquely twisted, slashes her back.

She sensed it immediately.

He deliberately avoided hitting vital points.

Im fortunate to have married you. Ive got the chance to absorb you like this.

Because the blood flowing from her back filled the surroundings.

Her eyes turn red.

Mom!

Her childs voice was heard from afar.

A brief exchange between Richard and her.

Did I not say?

You didnt. Please, spare the child

Even without saying, I intend to raise that child. Isnt she both yours and mine?

I wonder how strong shell grow. A child born from the blood of Richard and the Snowflake Swordmaster. Brace yourself. You might meet her when the time comes.

The Snowflake Swordmaster.

Sasha Asilia was absorbed by her husband like that.

I know a way out.

Asilia, having said that, explained the method.

She had a plan she had been calmly preparing, and to realize it, she needed her disciple by her side.

Thus, the group split into two.

One side consisted of a reconnaissance team led by Yerina, including Danya and Lina.

And the other side was Asilia and Ian.

Ian didnt bother to inquire about his masters intentions.

Disciple.

Yes, Master.

Its burdensome when you stare at me like that.

The masters expression was calm and seemed natural.

Instead, over the course of several days, the master began to pass on her knowledge to him.

Ian, her disciple and proxy, practiced wielding the sword.

And then, at some point.

The master smiled.

As expected of a disciple, your sword is upright.

Is it too simple?

No. Thats why I like it. Too many variations can be poison when infusing meaning into a sword. Your sword seems ready from the start.

Originally, Ian was a mage.

From the most basic principles of swordsmanship, the teachings of the master continued through to the attributes. Fortunately, the experiences accumulated in close combat were helpful. Moreover, the masters teachings were excellent.

Now lets delve deeper.

When he reached a certain level, the master began to impart more profound teachings.

Of course, how you hold the sword is important. But as you reach a certain level, what you hold it for becomes more important than how you hold it.

The masters voice gently echoed in the cave.

Ian Blackangers. Why did you pick up the sword?

The voice of his master reached him.

Teachings immediately came to mind.

Winter. When winter comes, the branches shed their leaves and prepare for the cold.

Ian relaxed his body.

Shoooo!

Yerinas mace narrowly missed him.

As tension eased, the opponents path became clear.

But still, Klang!

Ouch.

It still hurts just as much.

The weight of the mace presses down heavily on his arm.

Ah.

She said to drop it if its heavy.

But before that, wasnt he supposed to feel the coldness?

When was he supposed to feel the chill?

Ian was confused.

There were too many confusing points to apply the Snowflake Sword he just learned.

You think too much!

Klang! Chang! Dr-r-rung!

Taking advantage of that moment, Yerina unleashed a torrent of attacks.

Strong. Straightforward. She never gives up.

Its clearly the opposite of his masters teachings. A martial art solely for overwhelming the opponent.

Thats why its strong.

How on earth should he deal with this?

Cant find a way, huh? Are you starting to doubt Asilias teachings now?

Yerina shouted.

Its not doubt.

Then what is it?

This is

Its not doubt about his masters teachings.

Her teachings werent just about swordsmanship.

Snowflake Sword.

He didnt learn that. Its a more fundamental teaching.

Embedding values into the sword.

That was his masters teaching.

Then what did she embed in her sword?

Unity with nature, and maternal love.

One of her values is maternal love.

Knowing she would lose to a powerful being, yet sacrificing herself in hopes of giving the child a better world.

Her strength comes from that.

Then what are my values?

What am I pursuing?

an gave one answer to that question.

This world.

He cursed the game countless times, but.

Ian liked this place.

Again and again, countless retries in this damn world.

If possible, he wanted to prevent its destruction.

Not just because he wanted to live, but because he wanted to.

Kwaah!

Once again, Ian barely managed to block the descending mace.

He didnt think he could hold out much longer.

Like a branch unable to withstand the weight, he let go of his arms strength.

The sword slid along with the mace.

In that moment.

A sword path was visible.

There wasnt much thought behind it.

Just like painting along the lines, he wielded the sword.

From a distance, it looked like the branches swaying.

From the tip of the sword, something emerged.

It wasnt as pure white as his Masters.

Instead, flowers bloomed vigorously from the sword.

And poured out.

Tsk!

Yerina leaped to dodge.

Suk.

Beyond Yerina, a diagonal crack appeared on the giant stalactite.

Silence followed.

The long crack diverged.

Kuuuuuuung!

With a tremendous noise, the pillar-sized structure collapsed.