The Elemental Sword Demon King
Episode 95: The Birth of a New Determination
"Why are you here, and what do you mean that I don't have the qualifications of a knight!?"
"Heh, you still have the spirit to be angry after being insulted. I feel comfortable now."
As Victoria walked to the side of the bed, she placed her hands on her hips and looked at Eve.
Normally, Eve would stare back dashingly, but now she turned her eyes away like she was overwhelmed by what Victoria was doing.
"A-is Kaizo awake?"
"Yes, he even said some frivolous things like participating in tomorrow's match."
"What's? Don't tell me, with a wound like that?"
"That's right. What's more, our opponent is the strongest «Syclla» Fortress in the Academy."
"That's crazy, what are you all thinking!?" Eve shouted and stood up to reach Victoria.
"Do you still not understand brother's strength?"
"Ah, he is indeed a powerful elementalist, but that doesn't mean he is invincible like the name of his spirit."
"What?" Eve frowned.
Lucia Eva Veilmist was the strongest in the Academy. This was a fact that everyone knew, but that did not mean he would not be defeated with just that.
"Three years ago, Rei Assar defeated him."
"That, he is the Strongest Sword Style Holder. Comparison is too different."
"really. But, we have a goal to defeat that Rei Assar."
"What?" Against words Eve never imagined, she was at a loss for words.
(Defeating Rei Assar!?)
"How is that possible?"
"That's possible. I mean, I'll do it."
Victoria's eyes are serious. He was seriously thinking of defeating the Strongest Sword Style Holder.
"I'll win through the Sword Style Festival. Then, I will definitely get my «desires». Whether it's the Syclla Fortress or the Strongest Sword Style Holder, anyone who gets in my way will be dropped."
Staring straight ahead were his pupils which stored a calm flame. A small anxiety appeared within Eve's heart.
"I-i...."
"Eve, are you planning on entering the Sword Style Festival with such a resolution?"
Victoria snatched Eve's collar and asked, "Are your ideals about a knight you're aiming for something of this level?"
"No!" Eve is shocked and pushes Victoria's hand away.
"I, I am the knight of Veilmist pride!"
A strong wind blew inside the room. The sheets were blown by the wind, and small objects on the tables and furniture danced in the air. The curtain was torn, and a bright light suddenly shone into the dark room.
After the storm subsided, Victoria put her hand on her waist and said, "It seems like your wind is still blowing fiercely." And smile.
Then, he pointed his finger towards Eve. With his other hand on his hip he said, "Eve, join our team!"
"A-pa?" Eve was stunned and asked back.
"Me, join Team Salamander?"
"really. If you join forces, we can win against that Syclla Fort." Victoria nodded with a serious expression.
However, Eve resolutely shook her head, "Sorry, that was an unreasonable conversation. I've got friends to fight with."
"Captain!"
Eve turned towards the voice she heard from outside the room.
"You two!?"
The one there was a girl who looked alive with short hair and a girl who looked similar to braided hair. They are his teammates, Rin and Misha.
"You guys sneaked out of the medical center?"
They should have had a complete break. And should not be allowed to go out in such a place. But they seemed to come out quietly past the guards.
"Why?"
"We, erm, hope that the Captain will take part in the Sword Style Festival." Rin said while coughing.
Misha nodded, "We decided on it ourselves. We already knew that we would not be able to return to the academy before the Sword Style Festival. So...."
"You guys, disband the team?" Having a surprised expression, Eve looked at the two of her teammates.
"No-no, I won't let that happen!"
"Captain, we...."
"We have promised to participate in the Sword Style Festival together!" Eve screamed like a child.
"But we really want to fight together. So, we want to entrust our wishes to you, captain."
"Rin, Misha...."
"Please, fight for our wishes as well."
"I want to see the Captain's sword style dance beautifully in the sky. The sword force was like a strong wind that destroyed everything."
Eve forcefully bit her lips and clenched her fists. Both sides refused to surrender. Their glaring gazes collided with each other.
The one who sighed first was Eve. "I understand. You both win."
"Captain!" The two girls let out a loud scream.
"Victoria Blade," Eve calmly turned towards Victoria. It was not the lifeless face from earlier. It was the face of a valiant knight.
"I, Eve Veilmist, asked to join Team Salamander."
"Welcome, Eve." Victoria smiled and extended her right hand.
Eve grabs the hand in return, "I will prove to that person the way I live as a knight."
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POV: Lucia Eva Veilmist
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The Strongest Sword Style Holder, Rei Assar.
Three years ago, from the day he crossed his sword with hers, Lucia's life changed.
On that day, he received a big surprise. Before that day, Lucia was proud to be the strongest knight. It was not that he underestimated the girl who appeared before his eyes as a titleless newcomer who was two years younger than him.
No matter who it was, as long as they faced it, he would use his full strength and take them down proudly.
That was his belief as a Knight. He fought with all his strength, and then he was defeated. However, what grew in his heart back then was not hatred, it was more like respect for him.
It was something trivial. She was also like Eve and the other girls, fascinated by Rei Assar's sword style. So, what he received from the shock was not his defeat.
It was the eyes that the strongest girl faced him, the loser. What was reflected in the jet-black pupils of the girl was not hostility, not pity, not humiliation, not even emotion. Lucia was not even reflected in the girl's eyes.
(That's unforgivable. There's no way I can accept that!)
He would defeat the strongest girl and make her acknowledge her existence. This may be in a sense, an emotion comparable to love.
(Soon, I can fight him again at the Sword Style Festival.)
(Other things are irrelevant. Even if my mind and flesh are consumed by this «Hati»!)
Late night. Deep inside «Hutan Spirit», wandering alone in the darkness, Lucia had suppressed her haughty feelings.
At this moment, the bushes behind him moved slightly.
"Is that you, witch!"
"Haha, as expected of you, you can detect my whereabouts." There was the sound of an exciting laughter heard within the forest.
The one who appeared was the maker of the Cursed Armament, Vivian Medusa.
"You did well yesterday, because of you, I got good data."
"I know that, you were the one who planted that Cursed Armament Seal on them."
Lucia exuded a ferocious murderous aura. The leaves of the tree were swaying like they were being stirred.
"Yes, but they broke right away. Even for the famous Nutrient Princess Academy, it seems like I can't find a good specimen like you!"
"Lost from my sight. I told you never to show up in front of me again!"
"Well, you're so cold. I just came here to check the corrosion rate of «Hati»."
"I have no intention of helping your research. «Hati» is being fully controlled."
Vivian Medusa laughed out loud, "Please stop being so hard. For the Cursed Armament Seal engraved in the heart, the only one who could control such a thing was probably the Blue Palace Witch. If you leave it like that, you'll be dead in a few years."
"No problem. As long as I live up to the Sword Style Festival two weeks later, that's enough."
"That bothers me. You're actually the specimen I like."
In an instant, Lucia turned towards Vivian Medusa and released her elemental aero.
A lump of compressed holy power blew the trees in the forest and gouged out the space in front of him. After the dust settled, no one was there. There's only deep darkness.
"The damned witch." Facing the empty space, Lucia groaned bitterly.
«Hati» it hurts. Lucia doesn't seem to have much time left. He had to be careful to use the power of the Cursed Armament Seal
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*Connected.....
*Note: This story is fictitious. If there is a similarity in the name of the character, the scene, or the story, it is a mere coincidence and there is no element of intentionality.