Klimt Berch asked the question while they were riding in Kagari’s chariot, heading towards the Western Capital. To be more precise, it was during a break taken to rest their mythical creature, a Kirin. I had been deep in thought when I replied to Klimt in kind. “What do you mean by ‘what to do’?”…
“Sora-sama!” “Sora!” Two urgent voices shook my eardrums. As I looked in the direction of the voices, as expected from their tones, I saw Claira and Ursula. “We’re sorry for being late!” Claira, who ran up to me in one breath, apologized with a pale face, bowing her head. Next to her, Ursula also expressed…
The Pope, having let go of her large scythe, firmly grasped my hands with both of hers. I tried to shake her off immediately, but I was surprisingly overpowered by her immense strength. The word “trap” involuntarily flashed through my mind. Was the opening she showed when she fended off my Kei technique a deliberate…
Noticing the change in my expression, the Pope quietly said while looking directly into my eyes, “As long as that curse binds you, you are essentially shackled in iron chains, unable to unleash your true potential. Conversely—” Pausing for effect, she then smirked slyly, “If I were to defeat you, now would be the opportune…
“Mitsurugi Sora,” the Pope said, firmly locking her eyes on me, her gaze recognizing me as an individual, unlike the distant look she had earlier. In a way, it felt like I was truly facing Pope Sofia Azurite for the first time. Her gaze, deep and dark, naturally made me tense. Fortunately, most of the…
“Tremor Style – Thunderclap.” I knew of this formidable technique the Pope had just uttered. It was a secret of the Phantom Blade Style I had seen when I fought Gozu Seema in Titis Forest. Why the Pope used the same technique as Gozu, I couldn’t say. But two things were clear: First, the composition…
With every clash of sword and scythe, a deafening metallic sound reverberated. The number of sword strikes had long surpassed forty and was nearing fifty, yet the intensity of the battle did not wane. Instead, with each exchange, it grew fiercer. Pope Sofia, now transformed into a winged aberration adorned with numerous eyes, ears, and…
“Call of Divinity, Descend.” As the Pope began to chant this spell, the rapidly intensifying magic surged towards me like a gale. It was a primal magic, so dense that it even felt physically oppressive. For an ordinary person, mere contact could cause unconsciousness, or even death—it was that kind of formidable power. “Damn it!”…
“――That concludes the events that happened three hundred years ago.” Having finished a long, dense story, the Pope said this to conclude the tale. After listening, I found myself unconsciously exhaling deeply. The Pope’s story of the past was that rich in detail. What was sealed in the Demon Gate was not a demon god…
Fangxiang Clan might be sacrificed for the reconciliation of two races—upon hearing Sofia’s speculation, Kazuma’s habitual frown deepened even further. He judged it to be entirely plausible. More precisely, Kazuma had harbored this fear even before Sofia pointed it out. He had been acting to avoid the worst-case scenario. However, the enemy, known as the…