Chapter 520 – The Power of the Sword and One Level Down

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While confronting the Wyvern, Cleon’s first target was the Wyvern’s wings of hers.

In a battle between those who can fly and those who can’t, the thing that bothers the latter most is the presence or absence of the ability to fly.

Not only does it feel intimidating just to hover over your head, but the moment you raise your head to look up at them, you lose your posture.

Unlike dragons, wyverns do not use magic or breath, so they attack by descending or drop stones to target ground prey.

It didn’t suit Cleon’s personality to aim only when he came down to the ground like that.

“Haha!”

Even though it is his first weapon his, the two swords move naturally like his own organs extending from his hands his.

In wielding it, Cleon did not hesitate at all.

No, perhaps he could feel that he was getting used to it faster than any other sword he had ever wielded.

And- it came as no small amount of fear to Cleon.

It was as if his body felt more familiar with this sword than Caliburn or Galatea.

Contrary to his mind, the sword of shadow shows excellent cutting power in proportion to the amount of magic it contains.

The steel-like scales of the wyvern’s wings are cut with a hot knife to the extent that a clear cross section can be seen, as if cutting butter.

The wyvern’s scream rang out, and as the huge wings fell from his body his, Cleon landed behind him before the blood spilled onto his body his as he landed on the ground.

[Confirm the neutralization of the enemy’s flight ability.]

“I know!”

After he raises his voice because he is annoyed by the words of the sword of shadows ringing in his head his, the wyvern, which has crawled on the ground, moves its long neck and opens its jaws in pursuit of Cleon.

[Recommended avoidance]

Even reacting to the mechanical voice of the sword, Cleon, who was confused, grabbed both swords in reverse while keeping his mouth shut, and blocked the mouth of the wyvern that attacked him.

Kwajik! I can hear it, but the wyvern’s mouth is blocked by the sword without closing, making a clanking sound.

Then, Cleon released the mana stored in both swords at once, and pierced the roof of his mouth and under his tongue.

Blood gushed out once again, soaking Cleon’s head and feet, but the wyvern struggled in pain-

As Cleon rotated his body, the magical blade extending from the sword split his head in half, spilling out his internal organs and sprawling on the ground.

“Haha…”

He felt the gushing dragon’s blood wet his head.

Staggering back, Cleon wiped the blood from the corner of his eye as he looked at the wyvern’s corpse, which was still warm.

When the rapid breathing calmed down, the sword of shadow in Cleon’s hand melted once more and took on a human form next to Cleon.

[Are you okay? Master]

“Ah… It’s okay…”

It wasn’t the first time he had dealt with Wyvern, and he was confident that he had overcome his childhood trauma to some extent.

It was not the fight with the wyvern that made such Cleon difficult, but the existence of the sword that he dutifully helped by calling himself a master.

The more I wielded the sword, the more I knew.

This sword brings great power to oneself.

Galatea and Caliburn, if you were to compare them, there would be no standard to distinguish them with certainty.

Looking at it as a simple sword, it was already coveted enough through its excellent cutting power, lightness, and familiarity.

Not only that, the more magical power was put into this sword, the more memories of the two swords seemed to disappear from Cleon’s head.

[Master.]

“Wait… Let me calm down.”

Even so, Cleon couldn’t choose her.

I couldn’t do it for myself to get away from the option of returning Galatea and Caliburn and abandon them.

So, she reaches inside herself and puts her hand to her face her to remember something about the two that she has forgotten.

[Master.]

“…”

When I hear her voice of her, which seems to be concerned about herself, her rising irritation subsides of her a little, so I look back at her.

Still a shadow, an incomplete self with her face her also poorly generated.

However, the reason why I could feel her expression was because she also had a link with Cleon-a link of magic.

[Sorry, Master. If her existence her becomes a nuisance to the Master, she will disappear from the Master’s sight.]

“No… It’s okay. Without you, when an enemy like this appears in the future, I won’t be able to get through it alone.”

Cleon analyzed the situation as calmly as possible, then shook his head and stood up.

Feeling a little better, wiping away the cold sweat that was flowing, the shadow moved its gaze along Cleon’s face to her.

Scattered around, dozens of wyverns.

She was able to protect herself by cutting down all the things that flew through the air, it must all be thanks to her.

[…This way. Master.]

As she said that, she grabbed Cleon’s hand and led him.

If you leave the place where Wyvern’s blood overflows like a sea on the streets of Elesia, the buildings, benches, and even the fountains are stained red.

The scenery in the back was slowly disappearing surrounded by fog.

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“…This place.”

The place where the shadow girl arrived with Cleon was a place not too far from where she started moving.

Behind the adventurer’s guild.

In the narrow alley where the luggage was piled up, it was raining as if a dark cloud had hung over only that part.

And, there, a sword stuck on the floor.

From the outside, it was a sword that looked like a stone without any features.

Cleon knew that it was Galatea.

“Galatea!”

Upon seeing the sword, Cleon let go of the girl’s hand her holding him and ran towards it.

And when she puts her hand on the hilt of the sword, she feels so cold that she involuntarily removes her hand from her.

She felt like her hands would get frostbite if she held on.

“Kuh… Why is it like this…”

When Cleon says that, she is told by a girl who cautiously approaches Cleon.

“My (Galatea’s) consciousness is asleep in a deeper level, even in this space. The Master must reach there to wake her up.]

“──How can I get there?”

As Cleon asked, he looked back at the shadow, and the shadow approached Cleon, and she put her hand on his heart her.

[He is connected to me (Galatea) and me (Caliburn). I can help the Master, but as the current Master, I cannot enter the depths of the Ocean of Consciousness. The inside of the core of the magic sword and the holy sword- This is because there is a strong protection.]

“Don’t talk back. He probably knows how to get there.”

At Cleon’s questioning her, she shuts her mouth for a moment, then nods her head.

Then, thinking that her left hand her was swung in the air, that part changes into the long sword of black magic that Cleon held in her hand her and wielded earlier.

“…”

As Cleon looks at it and waits for her next answer, the shadow speaks.

[Protect is, so to speak, a strainer. The thought body with the master’s distinct self-consciousness cannot pass through that strainer. Smaller, paler. …Only thoughts like pure water can penetrate into the core.]

Saying so, she brought the tip of her own sword to Cleon’s heart her.

“…I’ve been through this before.”

It reminds me of Cleon entering Illenu, the goddess of death, in the deepest space of the rift in another dimension.

[If the Master succeeds in awakening my (Galatea’s) consciousness, I will salvage the Master’s consciousness and rise together. But if you fail, the Master will be absorbed into my core and his consciousness will be extinguished.]

That would have been her own warning her.

If that happens, you won’t be able to go outside, and you’ll have the worst parting with the friends you need to protect.

But Cleon nodded her head and grabbed her sword for herself.

“Sun.”

As if it wasn’t a problem to her, Cleon told her as if he were ordering.

As soon as Cleon finished speaking, the shadow put power into her arm and pierced Cleon’s heart her.

Instead of blood, a group of white lights bursting out from Cleon’s body hers, which was not his real body hers.

Every particle of that light contained the spirit of Cleon.

The sword of shadow pierces Cleon’s body her and touches Galatea’s body her stuck behind him.

When the figure of the shadow girl stroking her head as if to reassure her her began to disappear in Cleon’s slowly blurring vision of her.

In an instant, she knew she had been transported to another location.

In a dark space, in a space where it feels like there is nothing.

Cleon could see that only his body was moving, free from any gravity or restraint.

When you move your limbs with the feeling of being underwater, your body moves in that direction.

However, no voice came out.

Even if you open your mouth and talk normally, it must mean that there is no air to vibrate.

‘…But, Galatea’s presence is felt.’

Sensing its presence her stronger than outside, Cleon followed that sensation and swam forward.

He proceeded through the dark space forever as if he had become blood flowing in his veins in her.

After swimming for several minutes, what caught Cleon’s eyes was a huge brown pillar.

It seemed to be several times the circumference of Cleon’s body her, and when touched, Cleon’s fingers fit into it with a soft feel.

Cleon, who looked at the diagonally erected building for a while, fell into thought with his mouth shut.

‘This…’

When Cleon moved his gaze, he saw what appeared to be a pedestal of a pillar at the end of the line that continued downward.

And, it was not difficult to notice that it was in the shape of a human foot.

Then, it was a fact that it was natural to know that it was a human leg that Cleon had pressed.

‘Is this the bridge of Galatea, this.’

Cleon starts to move along the bridge while thinking so.

If he goes up to the part where her face her is like this, he will be able to transmit her voice her directly to Galatea or wake her up.

Because I thought so.

However, Cleon’s movement stopped at the knee of her leg.

It was because on her lap her was a horizontal column that looked like her arm her, and a forest of green hair.

That is, this Galatea, sitting with her arms around her knees her, and burying her head her between them—

In other words, it was the posture that women take when they are heartbroken.

‘Galatea!’

Cleon raises her voice in her mind to awaken Galatea, but the voice that does n’t come out of her mouth her does n’t seem to reach her.

‘…Do I have to force it to be visible…?’

She had to go as far as her eyes to know it.

Cleon couldn’t help but get off her lap her once and spun around and made a full circle around her Galatea’s body her.

And in the process, she noticed that Galatea was naked, not wearing her clothes.

Her usual clothes were no different from half-naked, but she was n’t a woman who took them off quickly, so it must be because of the space of her image of her.

Or- proof that the ego has thinned out and shame has ceased to exist.

Somehow Cleon made his way to the front of Galatea’s face burying her face her through her shoulder her.

Moving forward with her green hair down like her jungle, I could see her looking down at her with her forehead buried in her arms of her.

Her eyes her, tightly closed, look like someone asleep.

Cleon somehow moved and moved her arm to open Galatea’s eyelids to her.

However, the moment Cleon’s hand her touches her eyelids her, BIG! As if causing a rejection reaction, sparks bounced off Cleon.

‘Kuh.’

Cleon frowned at the shock of her being transmitted to her entire body her, but she was not a big deal to Galatea.

At the thought of somehow conveying her own existence to her unmoving woman, Cleon thought for a moment and then-

She shifted her gaze and decided to look somewhere other than her eyes her.

If you think about it, this is an image space.

If there is something that connects two people more strongly than physical or visual information, it is magic.

Cleon goes down to her destination.

I pulled her flesh open against her closed soft breasts her and somehow managed to get down and into the small space between her thighs and belly her.

And, the place we reached was on top of her stomach.

To be precise, she was where the purple symbol was located on her stomach.

‘…Is it also this place.’

This is where Cleon’s body she focuses the most nerves.

In other words, for her, this place was her her heart her.

Things like eyes and limbs are, after all, parts made by imitating humans.

When Cleon approaches it, she places her hand on her imprint of domination and focuses her mind on her.

Unlike before, sparks do not bounce.

Only the sound of quiet breathing flowed into Cleon’s ears her.

[Galatea.]

Only this time her words her, her own thoughts reach her.

As she thought so, her pattern gave off a faint light, and finally her body her “Flinched” And moved.

“…Cleon…?”

Slowly, as Galatea opened her eyes and moved her body, the shadow over her head her disappeared and she met Galatea’s eyes her.

“… Cleon got smaller!?”

[Somehow…]

Cleon looked up at her Galatea while answering, and Galatea looked down at her own hand her, and then, as if she understood her situation her, she carefully lifted Cleon with her hand her.

“…Did you come all the way here to wake me up?”

[Of course, because I promised.]

“…Promise. Yes, it is.”

When Cleon said so, Galatea carefully brought her own forehead in front of her Cleon’s her.

Perhaps, thinking that she might have wanted to do a forehead-to-head motion, Cleon leaned her head against her forehead her as well.

Galatea quietly opened her mouth.

“Thank you, Cleon, for not giving up on me.”

[You can’t give up. Galatea is my first colleague, and a precious member of my family.]

At Cleon’s words her, Galatea nodded her head slightly and took her head off again.

She slightly blushed at Cleon’s words and looked down at Cleon.

[Anyway, is this what it is? Can you stop the mixing of Caliburn and ego?]

“Uhhh…How is it…The reason I can wake up is because Cleon called me…But if Cleon gets out of here, she can go back to normal.”

[That’s difficult… Can’t we go out together?]

When Cleon said that, Galatea blinked her eyes, then smiled.

“It’s possible…But it’s difficult for me alone. If I make a temporary body so that I can pass the protection-“

[They say they need magic…]

When Cleon says so, Galatea cautiously nods her head.

Then, as it is, Galatea’s body is surrounded by light, and then slowly begins to shrink, shrinking to the size of her Cleon her.

“…Can I ask you a favor?”

[Because this is the situation…]

As if knowing what she wanted, Cleon nodded her head.

And as she was, he turned her hand her to her back her, catching her rushing into her own arms her.