Chapter 351 – Father and Daughter, Not Father and Daughter -3-

The Marquis’ Flamberge moved with a sign of wriggling.

Unholy mana burst out from the sword that was swung with speed and power that was incomparable to the moment before.

Kaaang!

Vanitas bounced in a semicircle just before harvesting the Marquis’ head.

“Tsk!”

That feeling of being reminded of a terrible past in a place from the past.

Ricke’s eyes frowned for the first time.

The fact that her heart was pierced and her life was threatened seemed to be the starting point of change.

Impure mana like steam spewed out from the Marquis’ whole body.

“···Die.”

Let Flamberge swing with madness accompanied by Enoch Skadi’s cracking voice.

The word ‘rampant’ scattered turbid auras in an appropriate form.

Kugugoogung-! Boom!!

The sword image was smashed into the walls of the office and mansion, leaving a mess.

The momentum of the fantastic sword also rose sharply to the point where it looked like a completely different sword than before.

Rike dodged all the swords by less than a finger.

And.

Rike did not reject the confidently open arms, as if telling him to do it if he could.

Dig deep and target the same areas as before.

Phew!

‘?!’

It was not a human body, but the sensation of being touched by moist mud.

The depth that Vanitas, with its clear blue aura, had dug was half of what it was before.

The blood flowing through the blade has already lost its natural red energy.

It flows in the form of a black, sticky liquid and then stops.

“Are you surprised?”

The Marquis looked at the scythe stuck in his body and laughed as if it tickled him.

Rike opened the distance by kicking the body and quickly read the Marquis’ entire body with his eyes.

Dull, discolored skin and thickened muscles that threaten to tear clothes.

Dark red blood vessels pulsing above it.

As its size grows, the curved blade in its hand almost looks like a dagger.

“Marquis? I can’t even call you human anymore.”

“Humans are just a weak species. A new species that is neither devil nor human. This is the goal that lowly things called humans should aim for through evolution.”

“···.”

“We have harmonized more perfectly than expected. With this strength, I don’t think we can be defeated by anyone.”

I don’t know how far Enoch Skadi’s connection with the warlocks of Nema Natas went.

It was clear that he was involved deeply enough that the top of his head was submerged, not just at the ankles.

The Marquis’ eyes, intoxicated with power, rolled around and glared at Roman.

When our eyes met, Roman opened his mouth for the first time.

“Put out your eyes?”

“This is a contract not to come forward, right? Even so, if you see this, we can’t let you live.”

“It’s damning. How can a drunken bastard who doesn’t know what’s right or wrong, evolve…?”

“Open your mouth to your heart’s content. We’ll soon find out who you are.”

The Marquis spun Flamberge around and turned his gaze to Rique.

Rike smiled brightly as he saw the bizarre sight before his eyes.

“If that’s the case, there’s no need to go to the church and give a painful explanation. Thank you, Marquis, for your consideration.”

Haha!!! They say you can’t fake blood, but you look just like your mother by forcing a smile and pretending to be relaxed.”

“You take after your mother… I take that as a compliment.”

Widely!

Ricke hits the floor with the tip of Vanitas.

Blood bubbled up from beneath her feet.

Pusssss-

White bones are reflected in the surface of the water.

Flowers that bloomed after drinking blood filled the room with the scent of blood.

Increased efficiency of certain blood magic.

An increase in physical ability that comes with the red crown.

Rike, who had completed her preparations to follow the Marquis’ suddenly increased tempo, moved her feet first, clutching her vanitas tightly.

Kuung-!

Let the powerful sword and sickle collide.

There was a fierce pounding sound and a rough screeching sound.

All the windows were broken, shards of glass were flying around and furniture was lost.

Hit it up.

Avoid it.

Kicking and cutting.

Time passed by helplessly, but no clear results were produced.

For the first time in her life, Rike was facing the man who claimed to be her father for a long time.

“It’s getting slower!”

The Marquis, who is obsessed with power, makes an excited voice even after receiving a deep cut.

It feels like I’m dealing with something immortal that doesn’t know the concept of death.

It is clearly visible in Ricke’s eyes.

‘It doesn’t mean there is no effect at all.’

Compared to her divine power or a true exhaustive auror, the power output to cut off her life in one fell swoop is not enough.

Damage is clearly accumulating on the Marquis’ body. Let go of nervousness.

Death exists even for the Marquis, as he protects his neck and head even if other parts are opened.

A struggle of strength ensues with Rike moving calmly and maintaining a narrow gap.

Enoch’s face crumpled as he wanted to hit this overwhelming power right away.

“How long will the daughter of a knight’s family be like a fly?”

“If you don’t mind, why don’t you catch it?”

“···I’ll grab you in one go and tear your limbs apart.”

The Marquis, who had the strength to withstand the attack, changed his method of fighting.

I started digging into simply giving away the flesh and taking the bones.

Jang!

The sharp ringing sound totals more than three digits.

Maybe more than four seats.

Rike’s whole body is drenched in sweat, and her legs feel heavy, as if they have turned to metal.

If she were not conscious of her hand holding Vanitas, her senses were so severed that she would immediately let go of her weapon.

There, the girl remembers and looks back once again.

‘No. ‘This is not it.’

She did not intend to engage in an ignorant skirmish like this to vent her anger.

‘···Until when?’

How long are we going to continue this kind of meaningless skirmish?

This was not what Roman needed to see from the man who claimed to be his father with nothing more than a facade.

If you have been taught, do not make me wait long.

Show it.

Reveal.

Prove it.

The girl made a promise.

She began to make sounds with her lips, which had previously only uttered sounds and sounds.

– Vanity, vanity, says the preacher, vanity, vanity. Everything in this world is vain.

– Origin. Finite. Secular. Pleasure and worthlessness. There is no way to explain my helplessness.

“Do you think I’m watching such nonsense?!!”

Cheaeng! Kang! Kaang!

As the Marquis transformed into that body, he felt no pain and seemed to have no physical limitations.

She has been putting pressure on Ricke, maintaining her highest speed and highest strength.

– Just as we forget the past days, the years to come also disappear from our memories.

In my head, I make magic calculations and decisions about battle. Chanting with her mouth.

Reading the psychology and movements of the opponent through her eyes.

Mana is applied in three ways: physical strengthening, aura, and magic.

– Look back, there is no eternal throne and you are only human. This is why we must live truthfully in every moment.

Jajajajajajajajajaeng!!

The girl’s flexible muscles were able to withstand the strong strength mixed with the sword with minimal impact and continued the spell.

– Open it. Close it. Burn it. Turn it off.

The change that occurred as the chant reached its end. A palm-sized pocket watch comes to mind next to Rike.

The hour and minute hands move at high speed.

“This bitch… Can’t she stop!!”

Your instincts tell you that something scary is going to happen.

My throat felt cold and the sense of foreboding and fear grew so strong that it prickled my skin.

The Marquis squeezed out enough mana to collapse her body and spat out her phantom sword into dozens of pieces, putting pressure on Rike.

Pipit-! Ping!

The slashes that she was unable to avoid left deep and shallow cuts on the girl’s delicate body.

The magic chanting did not stop.

-Bless birth and mourn the finiteness of life.

– Memento mori.

Slam!

As the chant came to an end, the hands of the pocket watch stopped.

A pattern drawn on the Marquis’ body under the guise of a wound while swinging Vanitas at close range.

Feeding Vanitas with the other person’s blood, which is a medium.

In addition to the preliminary development of blood magic, complex chanting and calculations.

All this within a certain amount of time.

Rike satisfied all of her demanding conditions during the battle.

Vanitas’s emptiness and emptiness mixed with blood magic and met with the knowledge accumulated by Rike and the information possessed by Roman.

A historic moment when magic that had never existed in the history of the continent was born in the hands of a girl and shown in action for the first time.

“Die!”

The Marquis stopped, her mouth wide open.

The first things that Vanitas highlights are death and time.

Until the hand of the small pocket watch that appeared next to Rike started spinning once.

Stops the target’s time.

Strong men like Roman and Eclair could not be stopped even if they were thoroughly prepared and calmly chanted.

That was possible at the Marquis’ level.

“Haaa…”

The time allowed to Ricke is only a few seconds.

The girl landed gently like a butterfly on her abnormally large Marquise’s shoulder.

The tip of Rike’s blue aura wearing Vanitas is very faint.

It showed a reddish color.

“···Aton with death.”

After placing the scythe on Enoch Skadi’s uvula.

Rike pulled out her weapon and jumped up, kicking her shoulder.

SGENG!

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Widely.

Rikke rotates her body in the air and lands on her bottom.

Dizziness from excessive mana use hit her head like a thunderbolt.

Cradangtang-!

The first thing to fall to the floor of the office was a body that had lost its top.

Instead of red blood, a thick liquid like black paint poured out from the cut edge.

Second, the object that was spinning in the air falls to the floor.

The Marquis’ head, rolling on the floor, met Rike’s eyes.

Her face was full of anger, not even realizing what had happened to her.

“!”

As a result, the girl realizes.

Her eyes widened with a sense of accomplishment that she had done it.

‘I did it, I did it…’

Her thoughts can’t reach the end, and her mind goes black and lights up.

As a side effect of straining her mana, lukewarm blood flowed from the girl’s nose.

The taste of iron was strong in her mouth, and her eyes were spinning.

“Ugh…!”

Regurgitated blood flowed from between the girl’s lips.

The higher the level of magic, the higher the rate at which consciousness is occupied while chanting.

Preparing a very difficult magic that interferes with other people’s time and engaging in close combat where one can die if one goes awry at the same time.

This is simply a circle with one hand. It is not a skill equivalent to drawing a triangle with another hand.

On the one hand, he paints still life paintings that demonstrate description and technique to the limit.

With the other hand, it is no different from the art of carving a statue that does not allow for mistakes.

High-intensity training that grinds away your bones under overwhelming talent and a great leader.

Turning your head to see several moves ahead rather than one move.

He has a heart strong enough to outwit even a warrior from a legendary story.

The girl managed to overcome the nightmare.

“Great job.”

As her legs gave out and she fell, Rickerloman gently picked her up.

“Brother···.”

Blurry vision was enough.

I could see how much worry he had on Roman’s face and how relieved he was about the current situation.

Rike took that image into her eyes and fell asleep with a smile on her face.