Chapter 1107 – Still Empty Existence

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Like his scattered colleagues, Cleon was also faced one-on-one with a clone with a long sword.

However, unlike other colleagues who continued their confrontation while looking at each other.

＂Tsk…! Wow…!”

Kaang! Making a sound, the clone of the long sword will take a big step back.

However, Cleon caught up with her and swung his sword once again.

To Cleon’s attack, the long sword clone could not react-

Kaang!

＂Ahh…!＂

Once again, he let out a painful scream as he received it with his body.

Of course, you should consider it fortunate that even though the blade hit your body, it ended with no bruising, no blood flowing, and only intense pain.

＂Ugh, you…!＂

She frowns at the sight of her magic sword bouncing off her own skin and Cleon holding it.

However, Cleon wordlessly stretched out his right hand and grabbed her head.

＂Mana Shock.＂

It’s so bad!!

When her black lightning flashed, an exhilarating shock flowed through her entire body, and her longsword clone would have no choice but to flail around with her limbs.

The current of her magic seeped through her skin and would travel throughout her body, burning out the nerves flowing within her body.

＂Tch.＂

When Cleon notices that her opponent’s magical nerves are intact, he clicks her tongue, releases her from her grasp, and then sends her flying with a spinning kick.

＂Keu…!＂

Making an ungainly sound, the long sword’s clone flew away and landed on the wall.

Thanks to this, something like a large crater appears in the wall, but she somehow manages to get up, even though she stumbles a bit.

＂Chulokkolok…!＂

Because of the dust rising, I just cough.

It seemed like she could still move her body just fine.

“It’s really solid. Well, the unfortunate thing is that it is only hard.”

＂Keuak…＂

At Cleon’s words, the Longsword’s clone seemed to be offended and bit her lower lip.

Just as he said, there was a huge gap between Cleon and his skills that could not be bridged.

Not only is he not good at swordsmanship, but he is also not good at using his magic power, so he cannot deal with minor magic, including magic shock, that keeps popping up at close range.

Right now, he is only surviving because of the transcendental defense he gained thanks to the modifications he received.

It was inevitable that my pride would be hurt, but I’m okay with this.

He was a ‘commander type’ and not an entity created to fight directly on the front lines.

In comparison, the other entities created together with him each had threatening abilities.

If you hold out here, you’ll defeat the others and come here.

Then, all you have to do is cooperate and take him down.

Cleon took a deep breath and spoke as he watched her stand quietly.

“I can clearly see what you’re thinking. I guess they are calculating that if I hold on with that tenacity, other colleagues will be able to join and attack me together.”

＂Ugh…! Well, how do you do that? Could it be that a magic swordsman can even read people’s thoughts!?”

Long Sword’s clone, who reacts in surprise, admits with his own mouth that it is ‘true’.

Looking at her somewhat goofy appearance, Cleon would shake his head and sigh.

“Unfortunately, I can’t look into your head, but how can I stand? When I look at your expression. A long time ago, I learned what kind of thinking a guy with that expression is thinking.”

Of course, it was because at that time, if I hadn’t learned that way, I couldn’t get over his reckless behavior.

Like this, he ended up crossing swords with a guy with a similar face. How funny it must have been for the other person to see.

＂Could that be the story of the ‘original’?”

“Ah, yes. The original of your clones. It’s Alvain. Have you ever heard what kind of guy he is?”

When Cleon said that, Jikgeom’s clone nodded his head.

“Of course. Hero Albain is an unlucky hero who lost his status and all his friends after getting caught up in the tricks of a vile magic swordsman. However, he said that a great being taken pity on him and created us to give him a second chance.”

At the sentence that came out of the mouth of the long-sworded clone, Cleon felt as if she had been hit in the back of the head, and at the same time felt somewhat dumbfounded.

“It’s amazing. Nothing is right.”

“W-what are you talking about? So, does that mean Madame ‘lied’?”

＂Madam…? I see. Was it Darwin who gave you such bravado? “It’s hard to explain how many lies this guy has told.”

Cleon couldn’t help but look as if he was fed up with the brainwashing she had done to her clones.

However, to Cleon, who treats Madame’s words as a lie, she snorts and answers.

“Joy. As a magic swordsman, you don’t know, but I have proof that what Madame said is the ‘truth’.”

＂Evidence?＂

Cleon must have asked a question in response to her words that seemed somewhat certain.

Then, she shows the long sword she is holding in her hand.

＂You can see it! The appearance of this beautiful sword that emits a brilliant light! This is the artificial holy sword entrusted to me, ‘Baelze’! Proof of a hero created based on ‘Caliburn’ owned by Hero Alvain!”

[Hey~]

If it’s Caliburn, it’s hanging on Cleon’s belt right now.

In fact, the person himself reacted as if what the long sword clone was saying was interesting.

＂… So?＂

Cleon almost burst out laughing, but he barely held back and asked her again.

“I don’t know? The Holy Sword is a symbol of justice and goodness! Even though it is artificial, I was chosen by this holy sword! Us! Being a good and just being is an unmistakable truth!”

“… Not all people who use holy swords are like that. Besides, it’s too crude to be called a ‘holy sword’.”

Cleon would say that and point to her sword.

Of course, in the case of an unawakened holy sword, not only does it not have its own abilities, but its appearance is also unstable.

However, crucially, the artificial holy sword she was holding in her hand could only sense a very small amount of the vast magical power that the original holy sword should have.

It’s surprising how on earth the magic power of the holy sword can be weakened to that extent.

＂Heh, heh! What do you think you know? At best, it’s a magic swordsman!”

“… Okay. You don’t know anything about who I am or what swords I use.”

As Cleon said that, he held up another sword hanging from his waist with his free hand-

She pulled out her Caliburn.

＂That’s a pretty good-looking sword too. What kind of pirate hunter are you, carrying three swords?”

“No. What I hunt is not pirates or anything like that. Just like you, they are putting their energy into the wrong place.”

Next moment. She blinked her eyes as a shadow appeared before her eyes.

There, Cleon was seen flying straight towards her, just before swinging her two swords.

Living.

Apparently, she was about to swing her magical blade with the intention of cutting off her own head.

Her eerie sense made her, no matter how strong her body was, automatically shrink and at the same time felt pressured to block the attack with her sword. Br〉

＂…!＂

Kaang!

And Cleon’s sword stopped right next to her neck.

Although her posture was a bit unsightly, she lowered her head and somehow held her long sword vertically with both hands.

He narrowly blocked Cleon’s sword.

＂Haa… Haa…!＂

And at the same time,

He must have been breathing hard when he saw some of her hair blown away by the sword wind.

＂It’s tough.＂

Cleon gave her strength to his arms as he spoke.

Then-

Kigi geek… With an unpleasant sound ringing in her ears, the magic sword and her long sword clash as if in a contest of strength.

However, it was obvious to her who would win the match.

[What is this, a finished black thing? Eight!]

Even though Cleon did not specifically order it, Galatea, who was attached to the sword, released her magic from her sword.

Then, the holy sword contained in the long sword used by the clone and her dark magic caused a magical reaction due to compatibility.

After cracking, making a cracking sound.

“If you don’t throw away that sword now. Your head will fly off.”

＂Ahh…!＂

As soon as Cleon’s warning ended.

She let go of the sword in her hand.

No matter how much she was, there seemed to be a notion in her mind that her life was a waste.

And, just as Cleon warned.

Clink! And, with a light sound as if a glass window was breaking, her long sword broke before her eyes.

＂Aaaaah!＂

When it breaks, the iron fragments fall and pass through her body.

There was not a single scratch on her hard body.

“Well, that can’t be possible…! Wow, the artificial holy sword I received…! “I’ve never been able to use it properly!”

She makes a despairing voice as she looks at the sword that has only the hilt left.

“Even if I used that sword, I don’t think the result would have changed.”

Cleon spoke calmly and shook her hand lightly.

Soon, even the holy sword she was holding, including its hilt, was thrown out of her hand.

“Even if the Holy Sword breaks. If the core remains, it will be resurrected. But… It seems that there is no such thing as a core in your artificial holy sword.”

Cleon spoke coldly as he saw no change in the broken holy sword.

And I will bring the demon sword Galatea close to her neck.

＂Okay… Then. You must have just learned that it is possible for me to cut off your head. What do you have to do after losing your sword? “You understand, right?”

＂Ugh…＂

At Cleon’s words, she looks somewhat resentful.

Even though he looked around, there was no one who could help him.

No… No matter which of them comes, they probably won’t win against the magic swordsman in front of them.

In a way, in a situation where her defeat is confirmed, she has no choice but to speak out of her burning feelings.

＂Kuh… Kill me…!＂

The appearance of a female knight glaring at Cleon with an indignant expression is literally like something drawn in a textbook.

Cleon finally burst out laughing at the sight of him seeming to die an honorable death rather than throwing away his dignity to ask for mercy from his enemies.

“What have you done? Do you even resemble that guy with such bravado?”

After Cleon said that, she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut for a moment.

Yes, this guy looks exactly like Alvain, a helpless idiot.

But…

Still, can we be certain that she will follow the same path as Albain?

She doesn’t know anything.

Even what her originals are and how they will ultimately be used.

She was just born and following the orders given.

Is it really a ‘justified’ act to cut her down right now because ‘you are Albein anyway’?

That’s…

She was reincarnated and reborn as Cleon from the Demon Sword Emperor. Wasn’t she denied as walking a different path from the Demon Sword Emperor?

So, while Cleon took her sword, he told her to ‘kill her’ and spoke to her who was trembling in fear of her death.

“You… Just rely on what you’ve been given… Don’t you ever judge or think for yourself?”

＂Eh…?＂

In response to Cleon’s somewhat reproachful question, she looked at Cleon.

“The story is that you are ’empty’ now.” Not long after you were born, you only heard stories told by others and believed them to be true… Have you ever wanted to see the world on your own?”

＂… That is…＂

Her resolve seemed to be shaken, albeit slightly, by Cleon’s words.

“Even if you survive like this, what awaits you is a bloody battle between the holy sword users who will kill and kill in the royal capital. And even if we win there and go up. … Your body is handed over to ‘Adam’. The existence of you just disappears from the world. Is that really the ending you want?”

If Cleon says that, Longsword’s clone will look surprised.

“Wait a minute, what is that…? If we become vessels of God. I will gain his power and make this world peaceful-“

＂Ha.＂

Cleon once again sneered at her nonsense.

To Darwin, who convinced them of her bluff with such words, and to her, who believed such a bad story.

Then, Longsword’s clone would feel that his laughter was more truthful than all the stories Darwin had told them, and his face would turn pale.

＂Si, I hate it! In vain like that…? What I wanted to do was really make the world a better place…!”

“As long as you talk about those ideals and mistake reality, you can’t achieve anything. That part… It’s really the same as that guy, Alvain.”

So what should we do?

Was it out of concern, or was it because he really thought it was a pity for her to lose her life like this?

It was at that time that Cleon’s strength in her hand loosened slightly.

Kwaang!

As a sound rang out, a large mechanical arm popped out, breaking the wall.

＂This thing…!?＂

It had sharp pincers with three prongs at the end, and flew towards Cleon at high speed.

Cleon will be embarrassed, but he will quickly avoid it.

However, it wasn’t aimed at Cleon from the beginning.

Kwaduk!

It was aimed at the long sword clone who was kneeling in front of Cleon.

A clone of a long sword floating in the air, held with a grip strong enough to make a sound.

The mechanical arm is trying to return to the protruding wall.

Is this… To deal with the defeated clones?

Now, Cleon had to decide what to do.

＂Ugh…!＂

The moment when I made eye contact with Long Sword’s clone, whose face was stained with confusion and fear.

Cleon, without realizing it, swung her sword and cut off her arm from the giant machine that was holding her.

Kwazijic! When a sound is heard and the arm covered with cloth is cut off cleanly.

While restrained by the tongs, Longsword’s clone fell to the ground.

＂Keheuk… Sigh… ＂

First, the blocked breathing is restored, and the clone is able to breathe in and out.

She raised her head, looking at Cleon’s back as he stood in front of her, as if trying to protect her.

＂Uh, why…?＂

＂Haa…＂

At her question, Cleon sighs.

Why? She couldn’t think of a reason for that.

“I know. What are you doing? She wraps around the guy she was trying to kill earlier. At this rate, I can’t refute even if I’m called an idiot who doesn’t know reality.”

[Wow, aren’t you trying to save her because she’s a girl? The original is called Albain?]

[If it’s Cleon, that’s probably true~]

As if to quiet her two noisy swords, Cleon clashes the swords in her hands once.

“… There’s only one thing I can say to you now.”

Cleon speaks to her longsword clone.

“Stay behind because you’re in the way.”