Chapter 1109 – The Princess’ Patience

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The sound of tapping a keyboard that rings continuously.

On the monitor shining behind the glasses, various numbers change moment by moment, displaying a variety of information to Darwin, who is sitting in front of it and concentrating.

Of course, what was visible there was a graph reporting in real time the current status of the Albain clones he had dispatched.

It was confirmed that holy swords numbered 2 to 7 had their abilities released, and at the same time, the number of designated ability values ​​increased explosively.

However, at the same time, it was also possible to see a clear decline in the vitality of the relevant clones.

＂Tsk…＂

Looking at that, Darwin clicked his tongue.

If you release the power of the artificial holy sword, the specs themselves will definitely increase, but it is a double-edged sword, as I have clearly explained through the knowledge I have instilled in you and also through my own words.

No matter how little combat experience you have, I never thought you could unleash the power of the holy sword so quickly.

＇As expected, Type A clones are unstable in many ways… ＇

While acknowledging that there was a lot of room for improvement, her eyes moved elsewhere on the monitor.

Then, among the seven displayed graphs, there is one object that has the most regular polygonal shape and sends a stable vital signal.

The only clone who did not release the Holy Sword-

It was clearly a clone created with special durability and using a long sword.

Unlike other clones of Type A whose original personality, which was originally not good, became more bizarre after going through various modifications, her personality was not distorted that much.

Is it because among the clones that are given artificial holy swords, it can be said to be a kind of prototype?

As such, it doesn’t have that much of an outstanding ability, and its ‘defense’ is a bit boring both visually and in terms of ability… To be exact, it’s specialized in the part called ‘durability’.

However, because of this, he was able to withstand battles with enemies without using the holy sword’s power excessively.

Is it better to think like that?

‘What. Either way… If we can generate even a little bit of battle data, we can continue to the next point.’

Darwin would think so, leaning back in his chair and making a serious face.

In any case, their escape was already confirmed.

After Descartes, who is away, completes the preparations for ‘Apsaras’, he can leave this place without any worries.

Until then, if only they could buy us time…

But with Darwin thinking that way, it was only for a moment that he relaxed.

A strange reaction occurred from the long sword clone, which had been transmitting a normal signal just a moment ago.

＂What…?＂

The mental state fluctuated greatly, and at the same time, the signal from the artificial holy sword that had been given disappeared.

No, just now, just when I thought it was the most sane and trustworthy thing, my evaluation changed in an instant.

＇Did you get hit by a magic swordsman?＇

That was the only possibility I could think of.

No, that wasn’t the problem.

Even though her life was not in danger, Darwin clicked his tongue when he saw that her mind and spirit were greatly fluctuating.

Because clones created with the same roots are mentally connected, they can influence each other knowingly or unknowingly.

And among them, Longsword’s clone is like the eldest sister who was created first.

Her influence was the strongest among her seven clones.

So, she was designated as their ‘leader’, at least in name.

Darwin would click her tongue.

Then she immediately specified her location, entered her coordinates, and pressed the button on her dashboard.

The purpose was recovery.

It would be a waste to use her, who was originally assumed to be expendable, but he also knew that it would be foolish to leave her alone.

The flapping of a small butterfly’s wings can create a big storm.

Especially, if it involves a magic swordsman who acts under the guidance of fate.

Because I painfully realized through various incidents that it is better to be more cautious than cautious.

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Stare, get the timing right, swing the shield, bounce.

In other words, a simple action.

However, in front of her, a great sword bigger than her height was swung, and if she tried to use a shield to break the opponent’s movements, it would be impossible unless she had a lot of strength and skill.

Amelia took a deep breath, even though her arms felt numb.

Kaang! As she makes a sound, the shield she holds in her left hand bounces off the hand of the clone of the greatsword being swung in front of her, and we clearly see her posture breaking down.

And, as she did, she swung the hammer she held in her right hand.

Pow! I’m stuck with her voice.

Kuuuk…!

Her muscles, which are extremely strong, become like hard steel and protect her body.

Although it was not as large as the arm holding and swinging the great sword, ‘strength’ was still an ability that could be applied to both ‘attack’ and ‘defense’.

Of course, the defense itself cannot be compared to a clone of a long sword that actually has the same durability as steel.

Wow!

＂Ugh…!＂

The Great Sword’s clone swore as the hammer flew out of its mouth and hit its arm.

However, the fact that he did not back down means that it was his turn this time.

The great sword that flew out and the arm holding it gained strength once again, this time hitting Amelia hard.

In the end, Amelia was unable to deflect this attack and had to raise her shield to protect her body.

Bang!

When she heard the sound, Amelia’s body was blown away by the impact of her beating.

＂Sshh… Haa…!＂

Amelia stuck to her wall, somehow stopping her body before hitting her head.

Her magical shield, which blocked her great sword, was torn like a piece of paper, barely able to prevent her blade from sinking directly into her body.

This workshop has been happening since a while ago.

The clone of the great sword has been going on ever since the power of the artificial holy sword was unleashed.

A counter technique that uses a shield to even distract the opponent’s strength and posture.

However, in order to do that, it was necessary to dig into the opponent’s arms, and thanks to the large sword’s clone’s arm, her range was much longer than her original one.

Thanks to this, it was difficult in many ways to get into her arms at first.

Amelia wiped her own forehead with the back of her hand.

Because there was a sense that something in her was flowing.

I thought it was sweat, but what was seeping through the pure white gauntlets was fresh red blood.

Ah, now that I think about it, her fist grazed her head.

Did I get hurt back then?

Fortunately, I think I was able to wipe it off before it covered her eyes, and Amelia caught her breath.

However, Amelia was not nervous.

Rather, what makes me nervous is the other side-

You could say it was a clone of the great sword.

＇Damn it… Why doesn’t it end quickly?＇

Clearly, this side is ahead in terms of strength.

Yes, the shield maid in front of me may have more combat experience, but she has the strength of a giant that cannot be defeated by anything.

But for some reason, she wasn’t able to defeat her with one strike.

Even in the simulation training that took place while in her tank, her own sword was capable of cutting not only a solid golem, but even a dragon, from skin to bone, if accompanied by the output of her holy sword.

But why?

Why, even if I break her shield, can’t I cut off her body?

Are they using some special method?

Otherwise, it is a phenomenon that cannot be explained.

＂Fuck…＂

But, unfortunately.

Thinking wasn’t her specialty.

No, you could say she disliked it.

The power she exerts.

It exists without any thought, just to destroy anything she doesn’t like in front of her.

There was no need for legitimacy, no support from anyone, and no need to consider whether it was reasonable.

Unfettered anger that is not controlled by anyone.

That could be said to be the source of her power.

Look straight into Amelia’s eyes.

And, what she said will ring in her head.

It’s not something like respect, loopholes, or anything vague like that, and it’s clearly something he said to provoke himself.

The magic swordsman said that what he had entrusted to her to deal with was not simply ‘strength’.

I couldn’t help but be concerned.

The overwhelming difference in power is what decides everything in a fight.

What on earth is she hiding, and is she so confident that she can win?

Magic attribute? Workmanship? Speed? Defense?

Something she can’t do on her own?

When her thoughts reached that point, it was natural for veins to sprout on her forehead.

“… There’s no way something like that exists!!! Shibaaal!!”

＂!＂

From Amelia’s perspective, it would seem that she stopped attacking and took a deep breath for a moment before suddenly exploding her anger on her own.

And at the next moment, the greatsword’s clone swings the greatsword in the air.

Boom! With the sound, the wind created by the powerful slash struck Amelia’s body.

＂Pfft!＂

A type that can be used by a few strong people like Cleon and uses little magical power – a ‘flying slash’ using only muscular strength.

It is an embarrassing level to call it -, it is just wind pressure created by force, but even though there is some distance, just swinging the huge mass at vicious speed was enough to make Amelia flinch.

If it were close, her body might stumble.

I don’t know if she knows that.

Blinded by her anger, her eyes widened, and even the veins around her eyes rose, and her expression was like that of a ghost, and she ran straight towards Amelia, who was standing with her back to the wall. 〉

When Amelia saw the clone of the great sword, she repaired her broken shield and raised it in front of her as if to protect her body.

Of course, the Great Sword’s clone saw it too, but it doesn’t matter.

With this momentum, I can cut Amelia off with her shield.

Even if you dodge to the side or down.

Even if you try to avoid it by jumping up.

There was no possibility of escape for her as she was cornered against her wall.

But.

Amelia never backed down like that.

She took her steps with her chin making a clicking sound.

It was aimed at the ‘Clone of the Great Sword’ that was rushing in.

In a fleeting moment, the Great Sword’s clone couldn’t help but be embarrassed by Amelia’s actions, even though she was the attacker.

Instead of dodging her, you’re going to take her own sword head-on?

Unless you go crazy, you can’t make such a decision.

-No, no. I guess it’s a good thing.

If you really want to die by being pierced by this sword, I will do whatever you want.

＂Let me pierce it through!!＂

The moment she let out a roar that was almost like a scream and stretched her sword forward.

Whoosh, something flew towards her face.

‘Ha?’

She saw it with her eyes and reacted with her head.

Kyaang!

＂Ugh!＂

In fact, she couldn’t react until it hit her in the face.

What came flying was the ‘pure white shield’ itself that Amelia had newly restored to her hand.

‘What? What happened? No, why?

Even while those questions remained, the sword she held with one hand and stabbed continued forward-

Kaaaaang!!

When you hear a much more cheerful sound than when you bounced her great sword with your shield earlier, and you feel a vibration so strong that you can even feel it in her hand.

Boom!

The greatsword was tilted back greatly.

‘Ha?’

When the shield stuck to her face fell, her tingling nose and sour pain came into view.

Not only did the hand and arm that were holding her great sword fall back together.

＂…＂

It was Amelia, glaring in this direction, holding a ‘huge hammer in both of her hands’.

Lower her body as much as possible, keeping her legs strong.

Crunch, a low metallic sound rings out in the distance, just before jumping forward-

Her blue eyes, like those of a warrior who had made up her mind, were looking right through me.

＂You, station-＂

Just before continuing.

The hammer swung again, just like that.

From a while ago, her hammer got stuck in the arm that wasn’t holding her great sword

A sense of time stretching.

The pain spreads from the arm to the torso underneath the arm.

Is the only fortunate thing that I didn’t get hit on the head?

Puddudduk,

Not only will some of the remaining arm bones be lost, but also how many ribs near the chest will be lost.

That was a shock that I couldn’t withstand no matter how much I strengthened my muscles.

Kwaang!!

And, as soon as the slowed down time returned to its original state, this time, contrary to before, the clone of the great sword flew into the wall and crashed down.

＂Cough…!＂

Whether the broken bone pierced an organ, or whether the organ itself was damaged by the impact, Daegeom’s clone vomited blood from his mouth.

Thanks to the vibrations echoing through his body, the strength of his arms, which had been strengthened in concentration, was loosened, and he lost sight of the great sword.

＂Oh my… Fuck…＂

Although my vision didn’t blur or my mind became dizzy.

The clone of the great sword could not stand up properly.

The damage just now had completely pushed her body to its limits.

＂Phew…＂

While Amelia sighs, she looks down at the two-handed hammer she hasn’t used in a long time.

The battle method of shield and hammer is good, but I am more familiar with this method.

＂… You crazy… Bitch… Come out from there…?＂

However, as if she still didn’t understand Amelia’s actions, her fallen clone spoke.

＂… Did I tell you? The reason Cleon trusted me and entrusted me with you was not simply because of your ‘strength’.”

＂… Then, what is it?＂

Neither the archer nor the priest nor the wizard seemed to be capable of dealing with him.

If it wasn’t selected by elimination, then what was?

“It’s patience.”

＂… Ha…?＂

“Should I say it is the power to wait patiently? You, who run wild because everything is consumed by anger, don’t have it. But it’s also the field I’m most interested in.”

At Amelia’s words, the clone would look at her as if she was dumbfounded.

＂What on earth can happen with something like that…＂

＂This is a continuation of the respect I talked about earlier, but… There is no ‘invincible person in this world’. Everyone has limits. So, after checking the other person’s capabilities and limiting the actions you need to take. I’m waiting. I hope the ‘limit’ comes to the other person.”

The limit is not simply about physical strength.

Things like concentration, magic power, or the type of movement that can be shown.

Amelia predicted how the Great Sword’s clone would reach its limit, using the patience she had cultivated during her time in captivity and the sense she had developed while throwing herself into the fight to protect people from demons.

“I thought that if you got into a situation where you couldn’t win, you would get impatient and give yourself an even bigger opportunity to take me down. And another one.”

Amelia would point to the artificial holy sword that fell on the ground.

＂Right after you unleashed the magic of this sword, that was when your strength was at its strongest. After that, although it was gradual, I felt my muscles weakening. It’s probably a side effect of the Holy Sword.”

As he said, the Great Sword’s clone would quietly mutter curses.

“… Anyway, I think it would be good for you to respect the other person a little and cultivate patience.”

Amelia says she genuinely thinks so.

“Do you have any advice for the person you are going to kill from now on? “That?”

＂…＂

The Great Sword’s clone couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Amelia’s words, perhaps because he thought he was going to die.

Then, Amelia grabbed the huge hammer that was still in her hand.

She lifted greatly.

A shadow falls.

The clone of the great sword, unable to move, sighs.

That’s strange.

Because I know it will end, a little bit…

It felt like the fire in my heart was extinguished and the anger that was controlling my head was fading away.

Bang!!

The sound of a large swinging hammer breaking something solid rang out.