Chapter 1106 – Anger and Arrogance

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Boom.

When the sound rang out, the ground shook together.

If someone who didn’t know the situation had felt the vibration even from afar, it was enough to make them think that someone was fighting, but in reality, that wasn’t the case at all.

＂Haa… Haa…!＂

“What the fuck. Is it like this? It’s bland.”

If we look at this situation where insults are echoing, it may be correct to say that the situation that can be called a ‘battle’ has ended once.

The ones confronting each other are Amelia and Great Sword’s clones.

Amelia was slightly lowering her head, sweat dripping from her forehead.

There were no significant wounds on his body, and his weapons and armor were still intact, but he was quite out of breath and seemed to be struggling with physical strength.

Amelia wasn’t so dull that she didn’t even notice that her own hands holding her hammer and shield were shaking.

It would be fair to say that the muscle fatigue accumulated in her hands and arms had reached its limit after exchanging attacks over and over again.

In comparison, the Great Sword’s clone appears to be fine and does not seem to be feeling any fatigue at all.

She wasn’t hurt either, but she seemed much more relaxed than Amelia.

Since her ‘muscular strength’ has been extremely strengthened, is her body structure different from Amelia’s?

Or, is there some other reason?

“You mean, you were the strongest among those skinny guys, right? Still, if this is enough… I can guess what the rest is like. Hehe.”

She spat her spit on the ground and looked at Amelia, who was catching her breath, not letting go of her fussing attitude.

However, Amelia lowered her head and kept her mouth shut for a moment.

＂Words…＂

＂Oh?＂

＂Speak softly.＂

That was what he was saying to the clone of the great sword.

＂Ha?＂

Naturally, the Great Sword’s clone would look at her with an expression as if she didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Ever since I first met you… I was worried. Your tone, your actions… Not a bit there. There is no such thing as ‘respect’ for an opponent fighting with weapons.”

“What kind of bullshit is that? It’s really, really annoying…”

At Amelia’s words, the Great Sword’s clone scratched his head with one of his hands as if he was disgusted.

“What’s the good of having something like that? Is it that important to make the other person feel good? It’s respect and it’s rude. We are weapons made to swing swords, you idiot.”

Saying that, she slammed her sword into the ground and walked toward Amelia with her bare hands.

Trup, trudge, trudge.

Finally, the clone of the great sword came within reach of his breath when he exhaled.

Amelia bent her body slightly in front of her, and instead of stepping back, she raised her head and looked at her.

Since she was Amelia who transformed herself using herself as her medium, her height itself would not have been that much of a difference.

Should I say it is the intimidating feeling emanating from the clone of the great sword?

Or maybe it was because of the way she was radiating anger at everything but herself, that she seemed somehow bigger than Amelia herself.

“Hey. Hey.”

The next moment, the clone of the great sword raised its right hand, which was not holding anything.

Quang! He swung so hard that a sound was heard, hitting Amelia.

Of course, Amelia would raise her shield to block it.

The vibrations coming from her shield flow from her hands and up her arms, this time up to her shoulders.

＂Ugh…!＂

“What’s the point of admonishing a subject who just unilaterally attacked and blocked him from earlier? “What makes you so good?”

Pow! Quang! Boom!

Just because she didn’t like Amelia’s attitude.

She will continue to hit Amelia with her fists, as if venting her anger.

Amelia managed to block it by holding her shield with both hands.

Her shield, made with her magic, almost breaks every time.

It took quite a bit of stamina and magic to reinforce it with her magic power.

＂Is it respects to keep blocking? Or is it what you are talking about, being treated by the other person? You’re talking nonsense, I’m pissed.”

Daegeom’s clone says that while he’s already angry.

This time, I will shatter the shield.

Thinking like that, she put more strength into her arms this time and tried to hit Amelia harder than before.

But, the next moment.

Kaang!

The arm of the clone of the greatsword that was swinging flew out.

＂Oh?＂

It was also the first time that Amelia, who had only taken a defensive stance until now, had ‘blocked’ her attack.

With the shield she held in her left hand, on the verge of breaking.

And the next moment.

The clone of the great sword saw the (hammer) of divine magic swinging towards him with great force.

She had no choice but to give up trying to stop it with her own hands and choose to step back.

Boom!

Amelia’s hammer glimmers as it passes by her side.

“… What? Just now.”

Even though she didn’t use a weapon, how did she throw away her arm when she swung it with all her might?

Then, Amelia finally raises her head and her body completely, facing her sword clone directly.

“At las. I barely caught it. How should I respond when you attack? That timing.”

＂What…?＂

For example, the simple movement of swinging her arms.

At first glance, the attack simply consists of raising the arm and then lowering the raised arm back down.

In it, the person’s habits, the quickness and slowness of movement based on accumulated experience, and the expansion and contraction of muscles.

If you dig deeper, it is due to the ‘flow’ created by the harmony of such various things.

And that flow cannot always be achieved with ‘100%’ power.

In between, there is always a part where strength goes in and out. In other words, a relatively weak part.

In other words, a ‘gap’ exists.

“Even if I were to fight head-on with you, I know very well that I wouldn’t be able to withstand it. So, I decided to attack that ‘gap’ in you with an alternative method. You have no actual combat experience, your swordsmanship is an inferiority, and your movements are violent and based on emotions, so it took me a while to read them.”

“… Well, what’s the big deal? Aperture? What’s the importance of reading something like that-“

“It’s important. From now on, I won’t be attacked by you.”

And this time, it was on Amelia’s side that she lunged at her with her hammer.

Then, seeing Amelia suddenly go on the offensive, her great sword clone hurriedly pulled out a clone of her own.

Like a batter trying to hit a flying baseball, I tried to swing my sword at the right timing.

The full swing that comes from her powerful strength will be torn apart by Amelia, who is running towards her.

-Definitely, it had to be that way.

Kaang!

Amelia, who accelerated by spraying her magic power and completely crawled into the embrace, swung her shield once again.

He struck away her hand once again, holding and swinging her great sword.

＂!?＂

Then, the clone’s posture collapsed very easily.

The forward-leaning body posture is the perfect time to lose balance.

This is because Amelia accurately caught a very small gap, which was close to a ‘moment’ in terms of time.

And, what follows next.

Poop!

It was a hammer on her shoulder that was swung and struck with a sound.

＂Aaaaah!!＂

The clone of the great sword rolled on the ground and flew away from the impact.

She didn’t have the defense power of a clone of her longsword, nor the regenerative power of a clone of her cleaver, so when she felt the bone crunching where she was hit, pain rushed to her and her wound healed naturally.

“Have you asked what is good about respect? That’s the first step in recognizing the other person’s strengths and thinking about what to do to exploit them. Even when I fight demons, this is something I never forget.”

Most demons are wicked and cunning, and often use special magic or abilities.

Even if Amelia fought with her entire body covered in divine magic, she would not be able to fully grasp the opponent’s strength with just that, and there was a high possibility that she would be caught off guard.

Aurelia first taught Amelia the habit of ‘observing’ her enemies.

Amelia held her position, letting out her small breath, and looked down at her fallen body.

She stood up from her seat with only one of her barely mobile arms, glaring at Amelia and biting her lower lip.

＂Fuck you…!＂

“Okay, so now you’ve lost one of your arms. If you’re looking down on me with your remaining arm… It will be over soon.”

Looking at Amelia like that, Daegeom’s clone must have felt annoyed again.

It was simply because he thought Amelia was weaker than him, and not because she was defeated.

She said she was right, because she was willing to admit it somewhere.

Born as a clone of her, the very little reason left in her was ruled by artificially enlarged anger.

However.

＂You sound like a dog!! Artificial holy sword, Shaitan! Start!!”

＂! Of course, that’s a holy sword…!”

There was no need for such cumbersome reasons.

The anger of the greatsword’s clone flows into the greatsword.

And.

Quad, quack, quack! As she made a sound, her arm, where she was holding the great sword, swelled strangely.

It was like the ‘giant’s arm’ that Darwin had replicated with her drug.

Extremely strengthened muscles, probably in a swollen form.

That’s how much stronger it is than before.

Thud! When the sound rings out, she slams her sword on the ground.

“It’s annoying! A weakling struggling to win, bringing up strange theories!”

“I’ll let you know that pushing back with force like that doesn’t work anymore. There is also the fact that the reason Cleon entrusted you to me was not simply because of ‘strength’.”

＂I’m dying!!＂

Amelia calmly looked at the great sword being swung at her without closing her eyes, and once again moved her hand holding her shield.

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Amidst such loud cries of anger, a place a little far away.

This place, on the other hand, should be said to be quiet. Lila was standing still in a place where no one could see, staring into space.

However, since the staff with her magic activated was properly held in her hand, it was possible to perceive that she was still in the midst of battle.

She doesn’t move her head, just breathing.

Normally, it would not have been a strange time to provoke the opponent with a little trash talk.

Why are you being quiet?

But, the next moment.

Lila’s fingertips trembled slightly.

Then, Lila spun her wand, and her magic circle unfolded along its path.

From there, something like a ray of flame came out, shooting out in succession in a certain direction.

Jiing! And, with an eerie sound, a heat ray splits the ground, walls, and ceiling.

＂Hee, hee…＂

Then, even though it was not that dark, the girl who had been out of sight just a moment ago appeared and rolled on the ground several times.

In her hand she was holding a dagger, which she had been meaning to plunge into Lila’s throat just a moment ago.

Even though she thought her presence was completely hidden, Lila felt her movements more clearly as she got closer.

＂If you use magical power, you will be able to see it. How much magic power I have scattered.”

＂Wow, wizards are disgusting…＂

Since ancient times, the counters of assassins have been wizards.

Because assassins have many technologies that either prevent them from invading or prevent them from invading, such as detection magic and barriers.

Lyla doesn’t move from where she stands, but speaks to Dagger’s clone, who gets up from her seat and hits her knee.

“So? Isn’t that holy sword just a decoration? Why don’t you write it quickly? Because I want to finish it quickly and join the other kids.”

＂Ugh, uhm… Uh, as expected. This person seems more arrogant than me… As if. Even if he uses the holy sword, he will win…”

“That’s what I’m saying. You bastard.”

＂Smudge, scum…?＂

When Lila called herself that, her dagger clone looked embarrassed.

“Okay. You’re all replicas created by separating and maximizing Albain’s elements, right? It is a flake because it is separated from the flake. In particular, you… The face that clearly shows the thought that ‘he didn’t do anything wrong’ is exactly like that guy.”

＂…＂

The more I look at it, the more I think of that annoying bastard.

Yes, biologically it is the same as Alvain.

It’s natural that they resemble each other.

“I’m telling you. There’s no way you can win. The stealth you boast about is an ability close to backwards compatible with Cleon’s ‘Dark Curtain’. Unless you can erase the traces of magical power.”

A clone of Dagger who couldn’t respond and just listened to Lila’s words.

She stepped behind her every time Lila said a word.

Soon, she disappeared from Lila’s sight again.

Literally, in the blink of an eye.

Lila narrowed her eyes at her actions and tried to look at her location again with her magic sense.

‘Hehe, hehe… Hey, if you can’t win, just aim for someone else.’

And while the clone was thinking that, it was trying to run away from Lila.

As Lila confidently said, she was completely countering her own abilities.

So, what she needs to do is not deal with this crazy wizard woman, but join her other comrade’s fight and stab her in the back.

Then she can get points herself and send her other colleagues to Lila.

Strategically, it may not have been a wrong decision.

Boom!

＂Ugh…?＂

As she got some distance from Lila, she felt that an invisible wall was blocking her.

＂What, what…?＂

Feeling her nose tingling, her dagger’s clone rubbed the bridge of her own nose.

＂… Did she think she could run away?＂

And, a voice coming from right behind.

The dagger’s clone looked behind him, shaking his shoulders.

Then, there.

Lila was looking down at her, floating in the air, her red hair waving.

“Well, at least it’s better than the original. That guy, he couldn’t measure the angle he needed to get out of.”

＂W-what did you do…?＂

“Can’t you tell when you see it? It’s not as good as Kuon, but I can at least create a wall with magic? And if it touches my magical power, you can specify its location.”

She even explained why she was able to follow, and Lila pointed her staff at the clone of her dagger.

“Okay. If you stand there, you won’t be able to avoid it.”

The dagger clone, who saw the magical energy gathering at the tip of the staff, gathered the dagger in his hand with both hands and let out a scream.

＂Hee, hee!! No! Save me! Lucy!”

Then, the decorations on her dagger gradually began to become transparent.

And, that transparency spread to the blade of the dagger-

Even the body of the clone holding the dagger became transparent at a rapid rate.

＂… Huh?＂

Laila also noticed this and immediately released her accumulated magic power and fired her heat ray at her.

Cheek! As the sound was heard, it passed right through her head, which had become transparent.

And in the meantime, we see that her whole body becomes transparent.

＂What, hey…?＂

Lila will feel a strange sense of discomfort due to her invisibility.

Like Cleon, I thought it was a stealth ability that erases magic and presence at the same time, but it was different.

In fact, her very existence as ‘her’ has disappeared from this space where she is currently standing.

For a moment, I thought that the unpleasant feeling had completely disappeared, meaning that it had gone outside the barrier.

The very next moment, I had no choice but to change my mind.

Sigh!

If you hear a sound similar to that of a snake rushing towards you with its teeth bared.

Lila quickly moved her body and got out of the way.

Then, Lila felt something sharp cutting into her thigh and she moaned in pain.

＂Kuh…!＂

There was no doubt that it was an attack with a blade.

Also, it is an attack using a ‘dagger’ type.

[Hehe, hehe…]

And she listened carefully.

That eerie smile.

The clone of that dagger was still around here.

And, she is attempting to take her own life.

However, since it was not felt at all even by Lila’s magic sense, Lila had to deduce the identity of her opponent’s power.

＂… What. It’s a specialty, but something like that.”

But Lila wasn’t embarrassed and looked down at her own bruised thighs.

Her eyes, sparkling with reason and knowledge, were like a ‘key’ that could see through no matter what extraordinary abilities the other person used.