Chapter 67

Chapter 67

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Hows it going? Catherine. Hows he looking?

Hes looking good. Ill adjust the fitness just in time, leave it to me! Hell probably die at the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival.

I see, Hahaha, well done. Catherine. It looks like hes doing his job too.

Catherine reports back to Odin.

Odin then looks out of the window.

The Imperial City is now in the midst of a festival.

Every year the Imperial Sword Warrior Festival is a huge celebration of the KOG, but this year there is an even bigger crowd.

Many tourists, including aristocrats, come from all over Asgard.

To see the scene of changing times.

At last, tomorrow. I heard that Rhode will be back tomorrow. Thats my brother. Winner the battlefield in just a week, really.

I am pleased to see that you were able to make effective use of the fire that I had prepared for Rhode-sama.

The battlefield where Rhode was headed was originally prepared for another operation.

If Odin decided that a coup was about to take place, he would lead him to that battlefield to kill him.

In reality, it was never used because the Rhode never showed any such pretense. And now that they have the promised victory, there is no need for them to do so.

Odin didnt think that he would fight the battle without using any military force at all, but on the contrary, the wounds have been lessened.

Ah, tomorrow everything will be decided. But Osiris will win. Nothing can beat Osiris in the first place, though.

Yes, I heard that he fought all the chief knights in the Imperial City yesterday and won. The name of the Sword Saint is not a feat, is it? As expected of Odin-samas knights.

I hope youre properly trying not to tell Osiris, hes very sensitive about anything dirty tricks, well, all those who are called knights are. Im sure hell fight without a problem if you order him to, but I hope hell fight as hard as he can anyway, without any worries.

Yes, Osiris-sama has been training like a mountain hermit for a week now so it was easy to control the information. Im sure youll be able to use that sword, hes been holed up until the day of the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival.

One woman watches this from outside the prison.

Oh, is that a bit too much? But just barely one more day? Youre perfectly adjusted. Im afraid of my talent.

She then went up to Kenyas ear as he shrank back, unable to move, and whispered.

Live a little longer, and die as horribly as you can. Its for the worlds sake. Hahaha! It feels so good to make a thoughtful little shit understand.

And Catherine leaves the prison in a good mood.

Leaving Kenya alone on the floor, unable to move.

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The next day, the morning of the day of the Imperial Sword Festival.

(Im in pain why is this happening?)

In the darkness, Kenya wanders alone.

He loses consciousness and is here in a dream, but Kenya does not know this.

(Why am I in such pain I cant remember)

Deprived of the ability to think, and physically ill, Kenya was unable to think about anything.

But he remembers one thing.

(I have to win. I have to win.)

Why?

I dont know.

Why do I have to fight?

Who do I have to fight?

I cant think straight.

My body is heavy.

Now I just want to sleep