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vs The Black Witch (1)
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The sun had set. Torches illuminated the battlefield. Thanks to Liz, we managed to win, but this time, it was a tough opponent. The old man, a spearman named Giovanni Battista or something. It seemed he was dead, probably because I skewered his intestines. He was lying on his back, sprawled out.
“Now then, do you still have any cards to play?” (Alfred)
I was barely able to breathe, but I called out to Kreus Magril, the so-called commander. The battle was already decided.
“……A complete defeat. Your strength, enough to defeat even the Holy Knights, is impressive.” (Kreus)
It seems Kreus had been pretty battered in his battle with Dwayne as well, as he was spitting blood from his mouth.
“If we combine our strength, we’re invincible.” (Alfred)
Even if we can’t win one-on-one… If Liberta joins forces, we can change anything freely. That’s why I came this far, looking for such companions.
“Well, it might have been underhanded against a single person.” (Alfred)
“That’s not true. In matters of life and death, arrogance, disgrace, or even cowardice don’t matter.” (Kreus)
“Haha, is that so… Huh?!” (Alfred)
I turned around. The old man, who had been lying sprawled out just a moment ago, was slowly getting up and starting to stand. Even though he was bleeding a lot from his stomach, he remained calm.
“What the hell, weren’t you dead?!” (Alfred)
“I am Giovanni Battista Vincenzoni, the sixth-ranked of the Holy Knights. I have long overcome death.” (Giovanni)
“What… do you mean…?” (Alfred)
A chill ran down my spine.
“Are you still going to fight?” (Alfred)
“My contract with you has already been broken. Since I’ve already passed one, there’s no reason to fight anymore.” (Giovanni)
I breathed a sigh of relief at hearing that. If he had wanted to continue, he would probably break my bones for real this time.
“By the way, what’s your name?” (Giovanni)
“I already told you my name.” (Alfred)
“I don’t remember the names of those who will be defeated. However, the name of those who have been defeated will be etched into my memory forever. That is the knightly code of the Holy Knights.” (Giovanni)
What is this knightly code even about? Oh well.
“I’m Alfred. The leader of the Chevalier de Liberta.” (Alfred)
“Chevalier de Liberta, Alfred. I shall engrave that name in my memory.” (Giovanni)
That’s nice, but it’s not really an honor. I don’t think I’ll remember his name either.
“By the way, old man’s spear—” (Alfred)
Just as I was about to ask about the secret of his weapon, the ground began to shake violently. The epicenter seemed to be near Cyans itself.
“What the hell?!” (Alfred)
“It’s probably the witch causing the disturbance. Before I get caught up in this disaster, I will retreat.” (Giovanni)
“Hey, wait! What’s going on?!” (Alfred)
“I don’t know either. Her power is beyond anything normal.” (Giovanni)
Beyond anything normal… Does that mean divine power? What happened to Jack?!
“Then, Alfred, I would like to have a duel with you next time.” (Giovanni)
Saying that, the blonde spearman, Giovanni Battista, vanished the same way he had appeared by being absorbed into a lightning strike that fell from the sky. He appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly. He was a member of the Holy Knights, but in the end, his true identity remained a mystery.
—
Medna-san was standing there calmly. She began playing the lute and started to perform music as usual.
…This is an illusion. It’s a feint against me.
“This is a requiem dedicated to you. Jack-kun, who has been perfected as a warrior, will die here.” (Medna)
Medna-san spoke slowly. As she did, dark orbs of magic began to gather around her.
“Die—” (Medna)
The orbs suddenly expanded greatly, and then the instruments left around began to react. The various instruments rose into the air and started to float around Medna-san.
“Welcome to my Concerto (Banquet)…” (Medna)
Dissonant sounds echoed. The viola, mandolin, and harpsichord began to play uneven notes. The sound took control of my ears, and nothing else could be heard. I pressed my ears in desperation. The sound gradually turned into pain, and blood started to gush from my ears.
“You like music, don’t you?” (Medna)
I activated the Light Thruster and headed for the destruction of the instruments. The Goddess’s power nullifies any power. The light band seemed to cancel out the dissonant sound. I immediately jumped up, creating a trail of light, rushing through her concert hall!
Destroying the instruments was easy. I first approached the viola and swung the gladius. The defenseless instrument broke apart immediately, stopping its sound.
“Heh… The debuff doesn’t work. Is your resistance that strong?” (Medna)
I climbed to the podium. The black witch was right in front of me. I swung the gladius toward her neck in a flash.
“You’re too naive. Are you still clinging to your memories of me?” (Medna)
She grinned, lifted the lute she was holding with one hand, and used it to parry my sword. I swung the gladius several times, but it was easily deflected.
“You don’t have the resolve to sever my neck!” (Medna)
The next moment, her lute transformed into a sinister axe. It was her unique transformation skill. She could turn anything into a weapon. Medna-san quietly, but quickly, swung the axe. She aimed for my neck, and I ducked to avoid it. Next, she slashed my leg, and I jumped to dodge it.
Then, a vertical swing aimed to cut my body in two. A merciless blow was coming. I spun in mid-air, using the light thruster to avoid it.
I could barely avoid it. But as Medna-san said, my resolve was still lacking.
“Then, how about this?” (Medna)
Once again, the axe turned into a lute. I deflected it, and the witch started to play music. The sound spread to the huge pipe organ behind her, distorting it. The pipes began to twist, and their ends pointed toward me. It was as if countless cannons were aimed at me.
“Load… Cocking!” (Medna)
At Medna-san’s voice, the pipes wriggled. Something was being stored inside the organ. It moved like a snake swallowing a rat, squirming as objects were drawn into the pipes.
“Fire (Launch)!” (Medna)
And right after that, countless magical projectiles, like magic bullets, were fired from the ends of the pipe organs. The rapid-fire was accompanied by a tremendous roar, heading straight toward me.
“…!!” (Jack)
Even though I dodged two or three shots, I couldn’t keep up with the next wave of bullets, and finally, one of them hit me directly. My body was blown away. I screamed. I was launched off the stage and sent flying into the audience seats.
“Haha… That’s good, good resonance! Safety! Rock’n-Roll (Reload)!” (Medna)
It seemed like Medna-san was getting carried away. On my end, the direct hit from the bullets sent blood flying, and my body began to warm up gradually. This reaction was nothing new. It was only through bloody battles like this that my abilities partially awakened.
“Fire!” (Medna)
Once again, countless projectiles were launched from the pipe organs. At the same time, the Light Thruster deployed. I responded by firing magical energy bullets with my gladius. I had trained plenty to slash through bullets back in the Liberta era.
But…
“That weapon is useless!” (Medna)
“Damn…!” (Jack)
It crumbled instantly. The gladius that Lizbeth had given me broke the moment it slashed through one of the magical energy bullets and shattered. Even though I couldn’t intercept anymore, large magical bullets were still being shot from the pipes, one after another.
Since the sword was no longer usable, there was nothing left but to punch. I scattered the magical bullets with my Thread Fist. The magical bullets made of mana and the anti-mana bullets wrapped around my fists clashed and exploded. After smashing and bursting all the bullets with my fists, a brief silence spread throughout the hall.
“I see, that power… Is that the power of Goddess Kea?” (Medna)
Medna-san finally stopped her attack. She stood still without even catching her breath. The scene made her seem almost otherworldly. Like a ghost, her presence seemed hollow.
Then Medna-san slowly began to speak.
“You’re very much like my past.” (Medna)
That was a story of her past.
“I was born as a saint in a northeastern country. According to an ancient prophecy in that country, my song had the power to heal people.” (Medna)
Her gaze wasn’t one of someone talking about past glory. She looked at me as if confessing, with a regretful gaze.
“That power was supposed to guide people to happiness. But even though it could heal the heart, the more I used it, the more my body fell apart. The king tried to use my power to invade another country. I rejected him, but my family was taken hostage…” (Medna)
“That’s…” (Jack)
“I had no choice but to be used… With my song’s power, I killed many people.” (Medna)
Is that similar…? Could it be? My power is very violent. Unlike Medna-san’s healing power, it’s the power to counter power. Anti-magic against magic.
“I was just a foolish girl who had power beyond my comprehension. I used it wrongly.” (Medna)
Power beyond comprehension… In that sense, maybe my power is also too much for a child. Even though the powers given were different, if misused, they become weapons of invasion. In that regard, I suppose it’s the same.
“—Yes, I killed. Many people from other countries. With a power that was meant to bring happiness to people.” (Medna)
“…” (Jack)
“I realized, though. I found it so enjoyable, I couldn’t help myself. It was more fun to kill people than to heal them.” (Medna)
Before I knew it, Medna-san was smiling. That demonic grin was far from the smile of someone once called a saint.
“Before long, I was called a witch. By enemies, by my own soldiers too. Isn’t it ridiculous? I was born blessed as a saint, but my true nature was just that of a murderous witch!” (Medna)
That image suited her well, and it fit terribly on the stage.
“Heh, heh… That’s me. But I lost in battle, and they did awful things to me.” (Medna)
Which of us had a more tragic fate? The child born blessed, or the child born without blessing? When it comes to being thrown into battle, which one was more tragic?
“But you know, it was Grace who saved me. She gave me a chance. A chance to restore my sense of purpose.” (Medna)
Medna-san glanced slightly at Grace. Both Grace and Alisa were simply watching the duel between me and Medna-san.
The reason they created this paradise. Their obsession with a world without conflict. Was it their way of atoning for their past sins?
“War creates nothing. Someone devours someone, and the one who devours will eventually be devoured. It’s just a cycle of repetition…” (Medna)
I understood. I’ve understood enough.
“That’s why, Jack-kun, I’ll cut off your cycle here. I won’t let you experience the same painful things I did.” (Medna)
“I see…” (Jack)
I couldn’t say anything anymore. To this person, who had experienced pain beyond anything I could fathom in my short life, I couldn’t say a word. But even so, that doesn’t give me a reason to abandon the fight.
I was given this power by Goddess Kea. I didn’t fully understand its purpose until now, but after seeing this person, I think I understand a little bit.
It’s the aftermath of the people born from God’s miracles. Those who were created by such miracles… They need to be cleaned up. A cleanup crew (soldiers) is what’s needed now.
“I will become a warrior. The idea that war creates nothing is a lie.” (Jack)
“Ha… How pathetic. You’ve been thoroughly corrupted.” (Medna)
Medna-san once again took up her lute.
I didn’t miss the opening. I threw an improvised knife made from broken chair fragments at the strings. The knife, launched with force, was enough to slice through the lute strings.
“…” (Medna)
Medna-san just stared blankly at the broken lute. As if to say, “What a pity”. She looked at it with pity.
“It was a lute I once loved… But it seems like you’ve finally gotten serious.” (Medna)
Medna-san threw the lute aside roughly, spread her arms wide, and shouted loudly.
“Well then, if that’s how it is, next we’ll be killing each other!” (Medna)
The harpsichord that I had smashed earlier was pulled toward Medna-san in front of her. She placed her hands on the keys, as if to play them, and infused her magic into it. At that moment, the harpsichord transformed into a cannon large enough for a person to fit inside. Medna-san effortlessly lifted it with both arms and aimed it at me.
The part she gripped turned into a keyboard, and every time she plucked at it with her fingers, different sounds came out.
“Is this your first time seeing it? Virginal (plucked keyboard) Arms (shotgun)… Your body will be easily blown apart, so brace yourself.” (Medna)
“Whatever it is, I’ll negate it with magic…!” (Jack)
I switched to fist-fighting mode. When it’s magical bullets, it’s quicker to just punch them away.
The chain of battle. The more I try to cut it, the stronger it becomes, like a contrary chain.
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