51 Episode 19. Banquet (6)

Sharp, hard ice crystals wrap around the blade of Siris's blade.

It was just a power to kill her opponent, but her unique ability of the Endorma lineage was breathtakingly beautiful.

Every time she stretched out her sword, tiny crystals broke and reflected light.

The cold-blooded crystals that spread out like a net shine so brilliantly that you want to reach out and touch them, but in themselves they are deadly weapons that tear people apart.

It's big!

Two swords struck and a lump of ice broke. It would have been shattered if it hadn't been reflexively wrapped around the gimsin.

'Is this the rumour's mantle?'

Usually faced with a rare force like a bayonet out of nowhere, Jin would be greatly embarrassed, but there was no change in her facial expression.

"It's too early to be surprised, Jean Looncandel!"

Look, I wasn't surprised... The other person's face is too elated to answer.

Jean did not answer and calmly stepped on the prosthetic to avoid her inspection. It was a close shave for Siris, and a leisurely evasive one for Jean.

A smile spreads around Siris' mouth as Jean steps back, adjusting the distance.

"You'll tell me all about the day."

"Well, I could've just cut you if I wanted to."

It was possible enough if you could use spirit, so it's not a lie.

"Not only the achievement of the sword, but also the pretense of bravado has reached five stars, has it?"

Siris curiously extends the sword again.

It is often the case that four stars beat five stars, even if they compete purely with swordsmanship. It was Siris' confidence that she would not lose if she even used all-around swords, and that she was ahead of her in the actual battle.

Cheer up! Cheer up!

The air froze whenever Siris' sword passed.

Surely it is a dangerous force. There was a rumor that even the extreme sea of ice would freeze.

"I didn't know you'd bring out a tie from the start, Siris. What am I supposed to do when I'm sad that I haven't learned how to draw a family?"

"My Alvana!

As Chin focused on defense without making any significant counterattacks, Siris thought he had won the game completely.

Straight. Down, and diagonal.

The test of Siris, which depicts a fierce yet flexible trajectory. Jean only throws herself around, swings her sword and keeps it going.

Even if they seem to be pushed back, they are all just peeping into opportunities. And the fact that they were completely blocking or striking all attacks proved that the gin was better in itself.

After a while, Siris also realized that his opponent was more relaxed than he thought.

"Five stars are five stars. At first, it seemed to be blocking it in a hurry, but as the battle continues, the truth is revealed.’

Genius recognizes genius.

Siris admitted that he had underestimated Jean. His swordsmanship was clearly superior to himself.

'But that's it. If you open three full-scale swords, you will be able to make up for the difference.’

Manbing sword type three. The technique that the Endorma blood family called an avalanche, Siris could use only once. A technique that only unfolds at critical moments because of the extreme consumption of oreo and cold air.

"In physical strength and strength, I'm behind, so there's no need to drag it long. As soon as he reads my pattern and starts to counterattack, he ends up in reverse!’

Chaeng! Chaeng, Chi-jit!

The frantic workshop of the two men was gradually being arranged. As time goes by, we are getting used to each other's swords.

There is no need to drag on.

It's not Siris's only plan. Now slowly beginning to follow the steps forward, Jean was of the same mind as her.

'By now, Siris would be admitting the gap and preparing a shot to break the flow. I'm going to write a tie, but I don't know how powerful that crab is.’

It's the first time I've encountered a person who uses a bayonet, so I can't tell.

So Jin decided to choose the strongest of his many 'Begis'.

When in the storm, dozens of books of vision were not read for fun. Siris, of course, doesn't know that Jean has a draw, either.

As soon as Jean decided to take countermeasures, Siris ventured into his arms. A bellbearer, aiming for her shoulder, cuts off a few strands of long silvery hair.

"That's it, Jean!"

Whoo!

Suddenly a small blizzard formed from the center of the duel that Siris was taking. Unlike that of nature, however, when the sharp wind of Siris' snowstorm touches it, it becomes a drop of blood on the forehead of Qin.

It was cut in the wind. At the same time, his neck seemed stiff from the cold that came in with a pinch of his shirt.

Man-bing-gum-three, avalanche!

When Siris finished her herbivore, the blizzard that had been raging turned white. Then came the puck, the dull noise of the ice crystals, and the white ore that had been agglomerated in it poured out like snow.

Out of nowhere, there was a scene that could only be seen in the snow mountains in the middle of winter. A burst of snowy oracles blocked my view, and the white energy that came over me like a wave makes me gasp.

In between, in a moment. The heated face of Siris, convinced of victory, was revealed.

And Siris also saw Jean with a look similar to herself. Likewise, it was a recalled face of a man who was convinced that he had already beaten his opponent.

What is it?

The avalanche has already begun, and even a genius who reached the age of 15 to five can't defeat the unbeaten bid.

A grumpy sensation briefly crossed his mind, but Siris didn't take the extraordinary into account. It was because this is the driving force behind the failure of Looncandel and Jipple to conquer the palace.

a wobbly wobstructed.

At the moment, Siris' knee, which had put all her strength into it, was bent. He would not die because he attacked from the vital points, but at least after today the youngest in Looncandel would be afraid of himself.

But she could not enjoy the joy of victory.

A sword that pours out like an awl, piercing through the sight of two men still stained like a blank sheet.

'What? What!'

Siris hurriedly fixed the collapsed position. But the will alone is not enough to handle post-vigil endurance. She just had to accept the uncertainty that would occur the next moment in a disorganized manner.

Si Ik!

A ray of light tore the avalanche.

It is not a sword that borrows the power of God like Siris. The sword was not even buried in the most common force used by any knight.

Just a plain form of steel laver.

Siris simply couldn't accept the fact that it was exactly what was going through the avalanche.

"False."

Horses!

The last word was not spoken out.

It was because Qin's steel sword, which was approaching a near distance, was about to explode.

Cadet! Kuck! The crumbling and expanding steel sword looked as clear as a slow screen. Even before she knew what had happened, a more intense voice stuck in her ear.

"Stay down!"

The voice of a man who had been fighting with a sword until just now.

Siris has no intention of accepting the remark. Even if you have a grudge against death or serious injury, it is more humiliating than defeat to avoid anger against your opponent's generosity.

Boom...!

The steel sword of the gin, compressed to the size of a finger, exploded.

A broken sword was fired forward with a piece of fallen glass panchirum. Every piece of the sword was shining with an aura.

The steel sword that tore the avalanche at first was not covered, but it was packed in the sword.

It was a famous swordsman, Attila's duel, a technique called the "knife storm." A literal tie, with not even a suitable record left at the present time when Attila was destroyed by Luncandel.

It is the most powerful tie in the stormy cellar that Jean has ever mastered. The use of the universal sword, though essentially four-star Siris, was by no means a destructive force to bear.

'Oh, my God!

Was Siris' Manbingham too high, or was Attila's tie better than expected?

Jean was regretting the knife-edge storm. If you can't avoid it, Siris must be the power to die or maim.

Jean is worried that Siris will die.

Siris clenched his teeth to suppress his instinct to survive by accepting his opponent's generosity.

A second has passed like that.

'Ah!'

'Ah......'

As soon as the blade storm died down, the two men shouted into their hearts at the same time.

One comes from a sense of relief, and one is a silent sigh from humiliation.

Siris leaned down following Jean's words.

"Are you all right?"

Jean threw the sword with only a sack to the floor and grabbed Siris by the shoulder. She had big, blank eyes.

It was her first defeat in her life since holding the sword.

'I'm... saving my life, afraid of getting hurt. You bent down? This Siris Endorma?’

At the moment when the intuition of victory was reversed to the confirmation of defeat, she was clearly determined not to avoid the blade storm. Because he believed he was not weak enough to rely on the generosity of the enemy.

But no matter how proud and how important honor is to life. He was still only fifteen children. It was too young to stifle the instinctive desire for survival.

"Whoa, I almost killed you. I'm sorry."

Jean, who confirmed that Siris was fine, swept her chest down.

Also, Siris' innermost feelings, which had not been answered for a while, were clearly visible. No matter how you say it, it was clear that you would be obsessed with a sense of defeat that was useless.

'I'm a kid, too, and I should've let him win.

He is well over forty for all his years. The thought of being able to drive a young girl to death made my head spin.

Besides, he may be a rival, or a good colleague, in the future.

Jean looked at her for a moment and arranged her words. It didn't take much time.

"If it were the same situation, I would have avoided it. And you also yelled at me to bow. So I won't say any more."

I know it can't be consoled anyway. I'm not in a position to comfort her.

Jean, who had arranged it, turned around and moved her steps. In times like this, it would be better to help you stay alone.

"Gin Looncandel."

Siris, who had regained her gaze, stared at Jean. His eyes were deep, as if he had undergone a great inner change in a moment.

"There's still blood running from my forehead before.”

A few steps closer to Jean, Siris pulled a small handkerchief out of her arms.

Then he stole Chin's forehead silently, and put healing resin on it. It was the same resin applied to the shin of the gin at Mamit.

"I'll take the price of your life for this."

"Don't you think too little of your life's worth?" You can't just compare the value of the only descendant of the palace to the healing resin."

"I've been given a lot of money, so I've given you a good shot at healing. I'll be an expensive person again from now on, so I hope I can spare you then.”

As soon as we walked out the door of the duel together, Siris added one more thing.

"Oh, and today we've just met for the first time.”

"I won the bet anyway. See you tomorrow."