Chapter 110 – Black Gold

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The two swords that appeared in front of Cleon were both swords that Cleon knew well.

There is no way he can mistake the black sword for something else, even by mistake, the magic sword he has been using and has been with for the longest time, ‘Galatea’.

And the golden sword, ‘Caliburn’, the sacred sword of Alvein that was destroyed by Cleon in the past.

Its form has changed a little, but the big frame remains unchanged, and it appears before Cleon once again.

The golden light must have been irritating to the demon beasts around them, so they stopped fighting and looked back, moving their steps like moths attracted by the light.

[Cleon!]

At Galatea’s cry, Cleon stretched out both of his hands and grabbed the sword in each hand.

Sensing that the long-severed connection with Galatea is returning, Cleon wraps his body in black magic and hides himself for a moment.

The veil of darkness hides even Caliburn from the eyes of the beasts, and the beasts chase Cleon’s whereabouts, looking around as if looking for traces.

“Whoa…”

When Cleon looks down at Caliburn while exhaling a deep breath and sigh, he feels his ego fluctuate inside him, but Caliburn does n’t say anything to Cleon.

The fact that Galatea could take the form of her sword meant that this Caliburn was reborn from her.

And that connection was no longer ‘Albein’, but Galatea and himself.

The opponents that Cleon has to block now are demons contaminated by the magic of the rift in the other dimension.

In a situation where they desperately needed the power of divine magical power, which was particularly effective for them, Caliburn was literally a helping hand like a rope that came down from the sky.

However, Cleon is not a warrior who possesses divine magic himself, but a magician who uses black magic.

She was able to use her divine magic by communicating with the Holy Sword, which had her own self of her, like Iona.

Therefore, even Caliburn, if she does not respond to Cleon’s call her, it is impossible to extract her divine magic from her.

“Galatea, what state is Caliburn in now?”

[It’s literally like a warm baby just born. Remember the explanation I gave to Ruba earlier? The awakening of the sword is literally like waking up from sleep.]

When Cleon nodded, Galatea continued her explanation of her.

[This child is not awake now, so he is awake. Well, you can think of him as sleeping. It’s a little annoying that even in that state he has enough power to open a dimensional rift.]

“…It doesn’t matter if you sleep a lot, but it’s trouble if you don’t wake up right now…”

The moment after Cleon said that, I heard the sound of something large collapsing in front of me.

Naturally, when I turned my gaze to that direction, I saw another demon beast having its core destroyed and collapsing on the spot.

Before the core was absorbed by another monster, he had to go and completely destroy it.

[Have you forgotten how to fight because it’s been so long since you fought with me?]

“…No way!”

As the veil of darkness surrounding Cleon’s body blows away and disappears, the magic swordsman reveals himself.

The golden light that appeared in the space once again made the beasts’ eyes turn towards it, and Cleon’s body jumped forward.

The beasts’ mouths opened towards Cleon, and the breath of compressed magical power was about to be fired at the magic swordsman.

Cleon glanced back and looked at it, then changed the trajectory of his body and ran around the legs of the beasts.

Suddenly, Galatea’s form her had changed to a black bow.

If an arrow of black magic strikes Galatea with Caliburn tucked into her waist-

“A shower that binds the feet.”

When the imprint of the imitated hunter momentarily pops up in Cleon’s eyes, the magical arrows that are fired and split from the sky aim for the feet of the beasts and fly to create a barrier of restraint.

The distance between the beast’s feet narrowed as if the barrier, which had been wide enough to cover both feet, would be dragged by it when its size was reduced.

Thanks to the naturally unbalanced guys falling backwards, the breaths aimed at Cleon are fired at each other.

Bang! A loud explosion is heard, and the monsters who blew each other’s heads stop for a while to regenerate.

In the meantime, he gets a little closer to the monster whose core has been destroyed, but the relatively small monster who was holding his breath on the ground reaches out a hand of clay and tries to grab Cleon.

Then, this time, Galatea’s form her changes to something similar to the staff used by Quon.

“The wind chasing after me…!”

The clump of magical power rotating strongly around the staff shattered the tentacles that were rushing at it, and at the same time, Cleon was strongly launched upwards.

When the altitude reached a certain level, Cleon looked down while using flying magic.

I close my eyes looking down at the monsters crawling on the ground who are still aiming for nuclear weapons.

Galatea’s form was classified as the same staff as before, but it was changed to look more like Lyla’s staff with a spear blade at the end.

“Ten thousand skies. Eternal brilliance. It is made up of seven pillars. The light of attraction.”

The dark magic accumulated inside Galatea covers Cleon’s surroundings and regroups.

When the magic beasts feel the magical pressure felt in the sky and look towards it, the 7 magic circles that float above Cleon’s head aim for the ground and prepare a spray of magical power like a breath at the center.

[Dubel. Veraquel. Pekdael. Megrezel. Alliochel. Mizarelle. Alkydel.]

From the mouth of Galatea, who was in charge of mana control on behalf of Cleon, a chant containing seven names continued without leaving a gap.

The seven lights that protect the flame stars have manifested here in the form of black flames under the will of the magic swordsman.

The magical engine is pumped to an unprecedented degree, drawing out all the necessary magical power.

And the tip of the staff points toward the ground.

What needs to be burned is the devils of pollution and corruption. And its nucleus.

[“Asterism-Septentrion!”]

Seven black flames are ejected at the same time.

Imitation magic that borrows Lyla’s Aspect Magic and performs it.

Although the power did not reach her original level, as far as Cleon knew, among the magics that could be used with Galatea, there was no wider-range destructive magic more powerful than this.

When 7 magics, each like a giant snake, are overlapped to fill the gap in the other dimension, the monsters in place are fiercely burned and the black mud is evaporated.

[KIEAAA!]

In the meantime, there was a demonic beast flying through the sky and attacking Cleon from above.

There was no need to focus more on maintaining the activated magic, and Cleon immediately changed Galatea into the following form.

It was a beautiful and sharp single-edged sword.

[Cleon is under the Witchbeast.]

Pajik…!

Sparks, the foreshadowing of distortion, covered the bodies of Galatea and Cleon.

[Cleon is on top of the Witchbeast.]

In an instant, Cleon, who distorted space and thought and changed the positional relationship, moved over the head of the beast and rotated his body her in the air.

The secret of an assassination sword aimed at the back of the neck her.

“Heavenly Pillar.”

Slow-! Beeps two or three times.

Of course, for a witch who specializes in regeneration, such a wound might not be a big deal.

-But what about the shock that occurs from the inside?

A voice echoes from Galatea, which has taken the form of a sword studded with red jewels.

[Activation]

The letters engraved by Cleon react to Galatea’s magical energy of her and cause an intense explosion.

The beast, whose head fell off from the impact, lost control and fell straight down.

The magic beast was tied up and fell backwards earlier, and was hit by Cleon’s magic and landed on top of the magic beasts right before the core was exposed.

The intense impact causes the mud to become entangled and block movement.

The core that had been exposed earlier had already been destroyed with Aspect Magic, but the number of Demonic Beasts was still not small.

That’s why the next moment I tried not to let go of tension.

It was a thorn made of mud, no, a spear that flew at high speed, aiming for Cleon.

When he recognized the mixture of mud from the three entangled monsters, he it was already on the verge of reaching Cleon’s neck her.

Before his body she could react, Galatea moved herself to protect Cleon, and the body her shattered.

For a moment, Cleon’s eyes widened in astonishment, but as soon as he saw the shards of black glass that scattered, he seemed to understand something.

It turned into sharp eyes and pointed at Galatea, whose blade had been cut in half, toward the fallen demon beasts.

Then, the fragments of her that flew away her changed into swords of the same shape in the air and poured down like rain.

Including the thorns that had extended, the mud scattered on the ground and the beast’s body were torn to shreds, while at the same time inflicting great damage to the extent of exposing the core.

[Hurt…! That woman’s holy sword is definitely a masochist…!]

Galatea made a whining sound, but Cleon smiled bitterly and decided to finish the core of the fallen demon beasts.

Cleon, who quickly descended to the ground, swung the regenerated Galatea into the air.

Galatea’s sword body, unraveled like a skein of thread, spreads out in all directions and quickly cuts the nuclei of nearby demons.

“It’s not bad.”

It was the impression that Cleon, who had been fighting with Galatea for the first time in a long time, had fought according to his original fighting style her.

Thanks to Galatea accumulating her magical power her for several months, she was able to fight without worry.

[As expected, I should be by Cleon’s side.]

“I agree.”

Cleon said and turned her around.

And far away, a little away from them, they could see that a group of demonic battles were already coming to an end.

“Then. Let’s think about how to do that.”

And the fact that the fight was over meant that the strengthened Demon Beast, which had already absorbed several cores, was there.

In addition to him, there were several other beasts of mud of a similar level.

[I still have magic power, but even I have a hard time figuring out what to do with that number. It doesn’t seem impossible, but.]

“That’s a trustworthy word, but I think it’s a bit difficult even if you think about it objectively.”

As Cleon muttered, the Caliburn on his waist her suddenly lit up.

Thanks to that, it was an unwanted situation that all the demons around them turned their eyes to Cleon.

[…Uh…Um…]

A thin girl’s voice was heard.

It was a different voice from Galatea.

That is-

“Is it Caliburn…?”

[Something-? She was sleeping soundly at best. I heard a loud spinning sound, so I broke it -]

When Cleon shuts up while watching Caliburn respond with a languid voice, it is Galatea who gets angry.

[This, this guy… He played it at best…!]

The flickering light of Caliburn soon regains its original golden color.

[Aha~! Cleon! No, should I call you Daddy? Then, inevitably, Galatea should be called mother~?]

[Who is the mother!]

“…I don’t think this is the time to decide on a title.”

Even while Caliburn’s relaxed voice continued, the beasts were running towards Cleon, attracted by her golden light to her.

Whether or not they know that the light is their celestial enemy, divine magic.

[Then, shall we quickly clean up and go back to rest?]

When Caliburn said so, Cleon nodded her head, returned her Galatea to the scabbard, and took her Caliburn with both of her hands.

Golden Holy Sword.

Coincidentally or inevitably, there are two holy swords in history, including Caliburn.

The holy sword ‘Kaladbolg’ possessed by ‘Lesia’ pursued by Cleon.

Although it looked different from the sword that disappeared from the world at the same time as she was exiled to her other-dimensional rift.

It is the sacred sword that shines with golden light, burning divine magic power so strong that it blinds all who see it.

It was the symbol of a hero who brings hope to the world.

Caliburn idling her magic her within her own body her, and she gradually increased its speed and amount.

Something stirred inside her.

Suddenly, remembering the previous duel, Cleon opened her mouth.

“…Alvein is-“

[Dad~ Don’t bring out that bastard’s name in front of me~?]

However, Cleon shuts her mouth at a harsher reaction than she expected and holds her by the handle of Caliburn.

The golden magic filled the blade of the holy sword with intense light, heat, and physical force that could now be seen from outside Caliburn.

[Magic particle convergence. Liberation of control spells. Expansion of caster’s protective field]

“When can I swing it?”

[When Dad thinks he can wield it~]

The next moment when the monsters were almost right in front of their noses, Cleon swung Caliburn diagonally.

One island.

The slash of divine magic compressed to the limit releases all control, and at the same time, a tremendous shock occurs.

It instantaneously creates a vacuum as if the space between the spaces cut out by the straight trajectory is erased with an eraser.

Energy comparable to the heat of the sun, erasing everything in between.

If a ‘space with nothing’ is created along the line of swinging the Caliburn.

[Catch]

And. The feeling that everything is instantly sucked towards that place.

The demonic capital and Cleon’s body. All the magical powers scattered around.

Although he is overcome by the feeling of being pulled into one place in an instant, Cleon manages to stand still and watch the overlapping bodies of the beasts.

[Release]

The next moment, the blade of magical power extending forward slashes all approaching demon beasts in one blow and annihilates them on the spot.

It was truly a golden wave.

The torrent of magic that spreads out in a straight line swallows everything.

Neither regenerating with mud nor collapsing leaving behind a nucleus.

It was like literally evaporating.

Of course, there must be a mutually compatible relationship between divine magic and second-dimensional magic.

But even so, neither Cleon nor Galatea said anything at the tremendous power.

[Ha-am~ This is the end~]

The only leisurely Caliburn. As she said, the sight of all remaining monsters being slashed and evaporated with a single slash was overwhelming.

Then, the golden light that dwelled in Caliburn’s body slowly disappeared.

The body changes into a human form with a moment of light.

Wearing a white dress, lying sideways on the ground.

A young-looking girl with blond hair that reaches down to her knees raising her quiet, sleeping breathing.

She looked a little younger than Sasha, and something like ‘bird wings’ had grown on her back.

The ends of her hair her show the same black color as Cleon’s.

“Excellent. That demonic sword, of course, you are the Cleon I know. I had a good look at it.”

The next moment, when Cleon hurriedly turned around at the voice coming from behind, he saw Jormungand holding a wine glass while clapping his hands.

“…Is this the end? I hope you don’t say that there are more.”

“Of course, at least in this time frame.”

At that, Cleon frowns and Galatea transforms into a human and grabs Cleon’s arm and glares at him.

“This seems to be hated quite a bit. But that’s fine. I have a story to tell you in the future. I’ll share the next story with him.”

Jormungandr hides himself with a smile as he opens a gap in space with the capital, just as he did when he guided Cleon here.

“… What is that… I feel bad.”

When Galatea can’t hide his disgust for Jormungandr, Cleon doesn’t say anything and just looks at the space where he disappeared.

But soon she shook her head and spoke to Galatea.

“Let’s go back. To where everyone is.”

“… Yeah… But how?”

Cleon hardens his face at Galatea’s words her.

In the end, it was 10 minutes later that Caliburn woke up.