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章 236: Flash of Lightning

As a descendant of the Borley family, renowned as the family of Sword Saints and considered to have talent surpassing that of his ancestors, Albert's weapon was naturally extraordinary.

What he wielded was a Western-style two-handed knight sword from Riezel's past life, featuring a golden hilt and a pure white blade with a tip that glinted with a sharp, cold light.

Additionally, the top of the hilt was adorned with a jewel, making it look extremely lavish and exquisite—a clear sign that it was a meticulously crafted weapon.

Of course, sharpness was secondary since the true significance of this sword lay in its remarkable origin.

It was, after all, not an ordinary famous sword but a genuine magic weapon.

In fact, the jewel embedded at the top of the hilt was not just any gem, but a magic crystal. Furthermore, the sword was forged from an extremely precious magic metal, making it incredibly expensive.

It was said that the sword was one of the prized treasures in the Borley family's collection, having been used by one of their Sword Saints in the past to slay a long-troublesome monster.

As the blood of the slain monster stained the blade, it caused the magic metal of the sword to absorb the monster's power, making the blade exceptionally sharp.

Moreover, it was capable of cutting through rivers, slicing through armor made of the hardest metal, and even breaking through Tactical-Class Defensive Barrier Magic—its power was clearly among the top in the entire kingdom.

If this sword were placed in the world of Danmachi, it would undoubtedly be considered First-Class Special Equipment, and one that focused heavily on power, unlike Riezel's Fool and Hermit, which, due to their focus on the Durandal attribute, had somewhat reduced their power.

Albert was awarded this sword only after defeating 500 Sword Masters, symbolizing his family's high expectations of him.

Now, as Albert drew the sword, the magic crystal on the hilt immediately emitted a faint glow, and the blade was surrounded by a thin layer of magical energy, showcasing its extraordinary nature.

In contrast, Riezel surprisingly did not draw out the two weapons lying in his storage space.

He used neither the thin, high-speed Fool nor Hermit, which could melt steel and cut through anything. Instead, in front of everyone, he casually used the Structure System Magic to create a sword.

Yes.

Riezel used a magic-forged, single-edged curved sword with a scabbard covering it. He didn't draw the sword but simply held it at his side while standing casually.

Although the spectators did not know the quality of the still-sheathed sword, they could tell from Riezel's casual use of magic to create it that it probably wasn't a very powerful weapon.

"What's going on?"

"Is he planning to surrender?"

"Using that kind of weapon against Captain Albert? Isn't that an insult?"

Everyone in the spectator seats began murmuring among themselves.

"Riezel…"

Yuri was also puzzled by Riezel's actions.

After all, she knew he had two weapons, and they were quite impressive.

During the War Festival, when Riezel fought Jill, she saw him wield a sword as thin as a cicada's wing and quite agile—without a doubt, a powerful weapon.

Yet now, Riezel was using an ordinary weapon casually created by magic.

Why?

Yuri couldn't figure it out.

"Let's keep watching."

Saying this, Hendrick's eyes flickered for a moment before he regained his composure. 

Under these circumstances, Albert, who had not exchanged a word with Riezel from beginning to end, subtly furrowed his brow.

"Where is your weapon?" Albert asked.

In his view, although Riezel was not a noble, his background was still impressive, so he couldn't possibly lack a good weapon.

Riezel did have good weapons, but—

"I will use this one..." Riezel replied calmly. "It's not a life-or-death battle anyway so this weapon will be more than enough."

"I see..." Albert was silent for a moment, then nodded. "If that's the case, then so be it."

In the next moment, he actually put away his famous weapon, sheathing it and slamming it heavily onto the ground. With a loud 'thud', the sword in its scabbard pierced into the ground, standing beside him.

He then extended his hand toward the sky and called out.

"Bring me a sword!"

As soon as his words left his mouth, a knight from the spectator seats tossed a sword toward him.

It was a common longsword, clearly used for training, quite ordinary.

Albert caught the sword, raised it, and pointed it at Riezel.

"Are you sure about this?" Riezel asked with raised eyebrows, somewhat surprised by Albert's decision. "A good weapon is part of a swordsman's strength, so there's really no need for you to make such a concession."

"You're right..." Albert nodded in agreement, then immediately smiled. "If this were a formal and serious battle, I definitely wouldn't do this. But like you said, this isn't a life-or-death battle, so it doesn't matter."

"Well, do as you like then." Riezel shrugged casually. "Just don't regret not using a proper weapon if you lose."

"Don't worry." Albert replied with a relaxed expression. "If I do lose, it'll be because of my own lack of skill, not because of the weapon."

Although he said this, his easygoing demeanor made it clear he didn't actually think he would lose.

Needless to say, this wasn't arrogance or conceit but natural confidence.

He had been practicing swordsmanship since childhood and, after becoming a Sword Master, immediately began challenging stronger opponents. He had now defeated 982 Sword Masters in a row, including some highly experienced and famous Sword Masters, which had given him plenty of confidence.

He trusted his own skill, trusted the sword in his hand, and believed he would win just as he had in the past.

Compared to the formidable opponents he had faced before, Riezel, though recognized as a powerful Sword Master, was still very young. Albert didn't think he was any more challenging than the true experts he had faced before.

For this reason, Albert didn't believe he would lose, and even less did he think he would regret it afterward.

For a moment, he even considered whether he should go easy on his opponent.

After all, his opponent was young, while he was a full ten years older. If someone could become a Sword Master at such a young age, they must possess great talent and potential and might become a Sword Saint in the future.

If he inflicted too much damage and caused his opponent to lose confidence, it would be a serious matter.

However, in the next second, Albert quickly dismissed this idea.

'A battle between swordsmen is sacred. Even if this isn't a life-and-death battle, a swordsman should give their opponent the respect they deserve.'

'Believe in the sword in your hand, and vow to live up to it.'

'Even without a sword in hand, you must live up to the sword in your heart.'

Albert recalled the education and family upbringing he had received since childhood and immediately corrected his mindset.

Since it was a battle between swordsmen, he should give it his all.

If his opponent was defeated by him and couldn't get past this hurdle, they would surely never become a Sword Saint in the future.

'If he falls and can't move forward, it just proves he isn't suited for the path of a swordsman. It's as simple as that.'

With this thought in mind, Albert put away his relaxed demeanor and became serious and resolute.

"Interesting... You're better than I expected."

Riezel complimented as he observed Albert's behavior and expression.

"Thank you for the compliment... Let's begin." Albert responded modestly.

"Sure." Riezel replied with a slight smile.

In the next moment, Riezel calmly stepped one foot forward, pushed the other foot back, bent his body down, and placed one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

If the members of the Demon Slayer Corps were here, they would instantly recognize that what he did at this moment was an Iai stance.

Albert's eyes narrowed as if he sensed an unusual atmosphere emanating from Riezel.

"Huhh... Hahh..."

Riezel closed his eyes and changed his breathing rhythm.

Albert's grip on his sword tightened slightly, unconsciously falling into a state of intense focus.

One was closing his eyes and adjusting his breath, while the other was fully focused.

For a moment, they fell into an eerie calm.

"Begin!"

As soon as the high voice shouted from the spectator seats, in that instant—

*BOOM!*

A violent lightning burst from Riezel's body.

What followed was a scene that everyone present would remember for a lifetime.

When the wild lightning erupted from Riezel's body, the crowd saw a flash of lightning.

A lightning bolt that seemed to cut through the entire arena.

Even though the lightning bolt flashed only once, the thunderous roar and the sound of the explosion stirred up a storm that swept across the entire arena.

When the lightning bolt faded and the thunder disappeared, everyone could finally see Riezel.

With lightning flickering around his body, Riezel now stood behind Albert, his back facing him.

On the other hand, while Riezel's sword, wrapped in electricity, had unknowingly unsheathed itself, its scabbard shattered completely, breaking into scattered pieces.

Albert stood in place, completely unmoved, with a dazed expression and trembling eyes.

"Thunder Breathing - First Form..."

Riezel's voice slowly reached everyone's ears.

"Thunderclap and Flash..."

As his words fell, Riezel calmly turned and walked away, leaving the arena without a word.

Only Albert remained, standing there in a daze, unable to react for a long while.

*Crack!*

Before long, Albert's sword shattered.

Surprisingly, the sword's blade broke as if it had been cut in half, with a portion falling to the ground, making a crisp sound.

*Pu-chi!*

At the same time, Albert's clothes suddenly ripped at the neck and chest area.

"..."

At this moment, everyone present was left speechless, either with wide eyes or wide mouths.

Including Hendrick.

Including Yuri.

Even though Riezel had already left, they were still stunned, frozen in place.

In their minds, only that flash of lightning remained, refusing to fade.


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章 237: Unfathomable Figure

Today's meeting with the King of Jinas ended abruptly due to an unexpected match and its equally surprising outcome.

After the match, Riezel immediately turned and left, disappearing from sight and leaving a group of high-ranking officials, including the king, in shock.

Still in shock from the unexpected outcome, Albert was eventually taken away by members of the royal knightly order.

Meanwhile, once Yuri snapped out of her daze, she quickly apologized to the king and hurried off, seemingly in search of Riezel.

As for Hendrick, upon returning to the throne room, he dismissed everyone, sending the officials away while they were still reeling from the shock.

It was easy to imagine that these officials and knights would soon discuss this match, and by then, the name Riezel Brynhart would carry a weight many times greater than before, sparking heated discussions throughout the royal capital and the kingdom.

Hendrick could already see such a future unfolding, yet he still found it hard to believe.

"Albert..."

Hendrick muttered as he recalled the match.

Needless to say, it was a thorough and complete defeat.

Albert Borley, hailed as the best swordsman just under Sword Saint, had his sword broken and was defeated in less than the blink of an eye, without even having the chance to react.

What kind of swordsman could instantly defeat the best swordsman just under Sword Saint? 

Sword Saint! 

It could only be a Sword Saint! 

Even so, this fact was just too unbelievable and ridiculous.

"...Rohm."

Hendrick suddenly spoke out into the empty throne room.

"Have you ever seen a seventeen-year-old Sword Saint?"

At this question, a hazy figure flickered briefly behind Hendrick.

Soon afterward, a gloomy and cold voice echoed.

"Not only have I not seen one, but I haven't even heard of one."

How could anyone have heard of such a thing?

In a world where becoming a Sword Saint before the age of thirty was already an extremely rare feat, how could anyone have heard of a seventeen-year-old Sword Saint? 

Let alone someone who was seventeen, even Sword Saints under thirty were among the few in all of human history who could be counted on one hand.

"Are you saying that everything we saw today was fake?"

Hendrick didn't turn to look behind him but spoke as if he were talking to himself.

"..."

Upon hearing Hendrick's words, the person called Rohm fell silent.

In this situation, Hendrick rubbed his temples in exhaustion.

"Has the information on Riezel Brynhart really been completely investigated?"

Hendrick asked in a deep voice.

"It's been investigated..."

Rohm replied softly, explaining what he had found.

"We've checked it many times and confirmed it at least twenty times, but there's still no evidence that he has practiced swordsmanship."

"According to the information, he only began practicing swordsmanship after he was attacked and his Gate was damaged."

"Before that, there were no signs that he had ever been involved with swordsmanship."

Hendrick had heard this information many times already, but precisely because of this, he couldn't help but confirm it over and over again.

"If he hadn't shown any signs of practicing swordsmanship before, why did he suddenly become a Sword Master?" Hendrick muttered in wonder. "No, he's no longer just a Sword Master... Defeating Albert in one strike... such skill, such swordsmanship... is far beyond what a Sword Master should possess..."

As he recalled that flash of lightning once more, a deep sense of dread involuntarily surfaced in his eyes.

In his eyes, Riezel had become an extremely unfathomable figure, and he even suspected that the past Riezel was merely a disguise, hiding his true self all along.

Forget about anything else, just the swordsmanship alone, there was no way someone who just started practicing swordsmanship could develop that level of skill.

Swordsmanship that would take ordinary people decades to master—how could Riezel have developed it to that level in such a short time?

Riezel must have been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, but he simply never showed it or even hid it.

As Hendrick pondered further, he remembered that even his true skill in magic was hidden.

Otherwise, how could he have suddenly become a Tactical-Class Magician?

From the past information, when Riezel first enrolled in Spriller Academy, he was known to have barely mastered Combat-Class Magic.

Given this, how could he suddenly use Tactical-Class Magic in the incident between the Frenzel and Basolo families?

'Why is he hiding so deeply? Is he plotting something?'

Hendrick couldn't figure this out, but there was one thing he did understand—trying to win Riezel over or bind him to Jinas was almost impossible now.

"Since Riezel Brynhart is a Sword Saint, we absolutely cannot use forceful methods on him..." Hendrick muttered with a frown. "Since he's so resistant to becoming a noble, this route is probably closed..."

After hearing this, Rohm was silent for a moment before speaking up.

"Do you need me to take action, Your Majesty?"

At this point, Rohm's tone carried a hint of murderous intent.

"Can you handle 'that' strike?"

Instead of answering, Hendrick asked a question.

Obviously, he was referring to that terrifying lightning bolt that seemed to cut through the entire arena.

"I can..." Rohm paused, then continued in a flat voice. "But it won't be easy."

"Then it won't work." Hendrick directly rejected the idea without hesitation. "Without absolute certainty, we cannot act against a Sword Saint. You should know that better than I do."

"In that case, what does Your Majesty wish to do?" Rohm asked solemnly, having put away his murderous intent. "He doesn't seem very willing to pledge loyalty to the kingdom. If left unchecked, he might be tempted by foreign forces."

Hendrick had nothing to say to Rohm's statement, as this was also his concern. After all, the better Riezel performed, the more shocked and unsettled he felt.

Perhaps this was a common characteristic of every ruler—too much suspicion and worry.

"If there's truly no other way, then we must try to build a good relationship with him..." Hendrick said in a deep voice. "Even if he doesn't become a noble or contribute to the kingdom, we need to ensure that he won't be an enemy."

"Your Majesty means...?" Rohm began to understand the implication.

"Obviously, the best approach for him would be a marriage alliance."

Hendrick continued with a slight gleam in his eyes.

"However, given his attitude, he probably wouldn't accept such an obvious attempt. Fortunately, aside from being a swordsman, he is also a magician. Since he is a magician, we'll use the old method..."

"Our first step is to ensure that he doesn't become an enemy."

Hendrick's words prompted a question from Rohm.

"If that's the case, who does Your Majesty plan to send to Riezel Brynhart?"

Rohm's question led Hendrick into deep thought once more.

After a while, Hendrick made a decision.

"Ordinary ones probably won't be able to sway the youngest Sword Saint in history..." Hendrick said decisively, gritting his teeth. "I will send Lizbeth."

"What? No, Your Majesty!" Rohm's tone changed sharply.

Hendrick clearly understood his objection.

"Princess Lizbeth's talents are on par with those of Prince Sorren, even comparable to Albert and Sergius. Given time, she might even become a Sword Saint. How can we send her?"

Rohm strongly opposed Hendrick's decision.

"Who else, then?" Hendrick asked coldly. "Among my daughters, who else besides Lizbeth could possibly catch Riezel Brynhart's eye?"

"What about Princess Petra?"

"She won't do. Not only is she much older than him, but her abilities are also lacking."

"What about Princess Anna?"

"She hasn't even earned the Sword Master Medal yet. How could she catch his eye?"

"What about Princess Selene?"

"She already has an engagement."

"Then… Princess Shea?"

"..."

Hendrick finally turned his head, looking behind him, and then spoke through gritted teeth.

"Rohm, she's only nine years old..."

With that, Rohm fell silent.

"It's decided. I will send Lizbeth..." Hendrick sighed and waved his hand wearily. "Becoming a Sword Saint isn't easy. Even Sorren might not make it, let alone Lizbeth. Instead of hoping for a Sword Saint who might never come, it's better to focus on the Sword Saint we already have."

At this point, he fell silent and, after a moment of thought, spoke again.

"Make an announcement stating that Riezel Brynhart has qualified to become a Sword Saint. Soon, the royal family will award him the Sword Saint Medal and officially recognize him as a Sword Saint. You will act as his recommender."

Upon hearing this, Rohm knew that his king was starting to make moves to build a relationship with Riezel Brynhart.

"...Understood."

Rohm accepted the order and immediately disappeared from the throne room.

===

Meanwhile, while Hendrick was deep in thought and making decisions in the throne room, Yuri was hurrying down the royal palace corridor toward the direction of the Frenzel family's carriage.

"My Lady?"

Marilyn, still unaware of what was going on, looked at Yuri, who was rushing by, with a puzzled expression.

Yuri ignored Marilyn and went straight to the empty space where the carriage was parked.

In that spot, she finally saw the troublemaker who had suddenly left earlier.

"Looks like my surprise was quite something, making even you hurry."

Saying this, Riezel leaned against the carriage with his arms crossed, waiting for Yuri to come over with a smile on his face.

Yuri slowed her pace, staring at the young man before her who was both familiar and oddly unfamiliar, unsure of what to say.

"Why aren't you speaking?"

Riezel asked with raised eyebrows as he approached Yuri.

Seeing this, Yuri briefly wanted to roll her eyes at him.

"...Why didn't you tell me?" Yuri asked with a confused look.

"Tell you what?" Riezel seemed not to understand.

Upon hearing this, Yuri glared at him.

"Playing dumb, huh?" Yuri said with an annoyed expression. "Since you already have the strength of a Sword Saint, you should've said so earlier! You had me worried for nothing!"

Although her words didn't seem to affect Riezel, Marilyn, who stood behind her, looked shocked.

'Sword... Saint...?'

Marilyn looked at Riezel with wide eyes.

'He is... a Sword Saint...?'


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