181 – Madness-2
In addition to the taboo, there are many other prayer methods buried in the temple.
The sacred art that Leonardo used now was the most taboo prayer among them.
{…Apocryphal Prayer…}
It was an apocryphal scripture excluded from the scriptures and a chant belonging to the second scripture because it was not recognized as canonical.
[…If it’s an apocryphal… Apocryphal?]
{It’s a bit different, but… That’s what it’s called.}
Apocryphal scriptures are excluded scriptures, and apocryphal scriptures are false scriptures.
The resolution is different, but there is a common point that they do not belong to the canon.
“…Is it okay to use it?”
{Common sense doesn’t make sense. It is excluded from the scriptures for a reason.}
Just because it’s not false doesn’t mean you can use it.
Apocryphal chanting basically puts a strain on the caster’s body. Obviously, the process of replacing mana with divinity would be quick, but painful.
In addition, since it is not a sutra of truth, it will give side effects that you will suffer from hallucinations and confusion at the level of obsession rather than gradually respecting God.
“…Are you insane?! What does it mean to write that…!”
“…Sane? Lumine? Did you ask me if I was sane?”
Even the saint, Lumine, was shocked to the point of omitting the title of honor, and lashed out at Leo.
Even if I gave up everything, I couldn’t even imagine that I would use both the ban and the apocryphal in parallel.
“I wouldn’t have lived like this if I had been sane in the first place.”
As he mocked him, Leonardo drenched his hands in blood. Arya Spiel, wrapped in his bloody chain, couldn’t even lift his hand even though Leonardo was pampering himself.
“How can you not do that with your superpower? They are not bound by physical chains.”
The shape of the blood only looked like a chain, but the source of the bondage was not physical force, but divine power.
It is a binding method in which the divine power continuously paralyzes the muscles and nerves of Ariaspil.
“Now, now…”
Leonardo slowly grabbed Ariaspil’s neck.
“…I will slowly break your heart.”
The intention is to plant fear in Arya’s heart so that she refuses to fight, or at least raises awareness.
Seriously, I had no intention of destroying my ego or spirit.
“…Kuh…With something like that… I… I…”
Arya managed to bite her lip in shame. Even though her body was mostly paralyzed, her quivering lips could tell how much she could not stand this humiliation.
“…I will never give in…! If you want to try it, do it!!”
It was a voice full of ambition, but I felt awkward as if I was reading a script.
[…Isn’t that a disease?]
Except for one madman, I could immediately see where the awkwardness was coming from.
{Love is a disease.}
[You are very sick too. Be pitiful.]
{It’s okay. It’s a disease that can be cured if you are now…}
Saying that, Angela bit her own little finger excitedly with an expression no less than her aria.
The sage shrugged his young body and distorted his face as if the eccentricity was truly creepy.
“…Do it? Saint Lumine.”
“…Please refrain from it yet. Ain.”
The fact that Ain was the only person to trust came as a great ordeal for Lumine.
“…My granddaughter… Ha…”
“…A pure love like this might not be bad…”
“Where is pure love… Ah… Ha…”
What came as a shock was the Reinhard family as well. As the hero representing the family, their granddaughter, daughter, and sister show such a desire, it will not be easy to take it for granted.
“…Ariasfeel.”
Leonardo, who created this situation, was the one with the deepest expression. Leo’s eyes, which had been firmly mistaken until just now, were filled with flames.
“Are you trying to lose on purpose?”
In an instant, a quiet silence flowed.
The audience, and even the person in question, gave an awkward silence to this silence.
Maybe they were mistaken for granted.
Leonardo of today can’t understand Ariaspil’s feelings at all.
“…That’s…”
“Why can’t you answer me? Did you think I wouldn’t know?”
But what Leo lost was only his memory, not his intelligence. Rather, he has returned to the mental state of his now 50’s, even removing the rust that had been in his ego.
“…Aria did the same thing in the first playthrough.”
Everyone fell into astonishment at Leonardo’s words.
Could it be that even in the first playthrough, Ariasviel showed such serious signs of obsession?
The concerns and worries about the hero in the first play were extremely revealed.
“They were just as willing to give me the victory back then.”
However, after the words that came out, the party noticed that the direction of the words was different.
Leonardo walked around the gymnasium, leaving the paralyzed Aria behind, as if he was deliberately trying to explain it to his party.
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“As if victory is cheap and common to me, I tried to give the poor idiot a simple gift of victory.”
Every time I spoke, I understood.
Everyone was reminded of what Leonardo’s deep illusion was.
“Are you still pitying me? Aria.”
Leonardo was mistaken for feeling that Ariaspil was losing out of pity for him.
It was an unfortunate conclusion drawn from the fact that Arya knew her own past.
[…I feel sorry for him now.]
{An inferiority complex is a great obstacle to love.}
“I see. I will add data.”
“…I don’t think I need to add anything. Ain.”
Lumine was sincerely worried that Ain would be infected by two monsters who pretended to be her spirit girls. That girl was his only bulwark of mental health.
“…Oh, oh must…! Leo…”
“I’m pissed off… that attitude…”
Leonardo sharpened his nails. His fingernails were soaked with blood and black holy power and became shaped like blades.
“I am disgusted that you pity me! Arias Feel!”
Choo!
A sharp sword struck Ariaspil. Despite her apparently bare hands, Arya’s shoulder was bruised.
“…Ugh…Uhh…!”
“…As expected, you have the energy to move.”
But it was shallow. Arya Spiel released her aura, twisting her paralyzed body to its fullest extent and increasing her defenses.
Her sword cut only cut through her skin, not her bones.
“Was it fun?”
She couldn’t be relieved by that. The mere fact that she could have avoided it was fueling Leonardo’s hatred and contempt.
“…Oops…! I’m going to…!”
“Shut up. I am an idiot for expecting you.”
To say it was a misunderstanding, the result was the same, but to say it was a fact, the intention was completely different.
“Are you insulting a duel in front of me?”
Ariaspil couldn’t make any more excuses because it was a clear fact that he had insulted him.
“…There is no handicap anymore. You’d better be prepared.”
A mad rage burned in Leo’s bloodshot eyes.
“…This is…!”
At that moment, the black bracelet on Leo’s arm stretched out like a tentacle. As if it had a will of its own, the black stone also resonated with the anger.
“…Oh, it’s not bad… Is it some kind of demonic sword?”
In time, the tentacles formed a large, thick long sword. It was similar to the long sword buried in the garden of the ruined Reinhardt Mansion.
Kaaang!! Kang! Kwaaang!
The black magic sword roughly chops the pure white holy sword. Leo’s onslaught was so heavy that even Ariaspil was in a hurry to block it.
‘… First, calm down…’
Ariaspil, who eventually developed mana, summoned the spirits.
[What can I do? Aria?]
[Okay!]
Even though they weren’t contracted, the spirits spewed out Leo’s mana to restrain Leo’s movements.
Breaks and roots rose from the ground and bound Leo’s feet, and from above, wind spirits blew a headwind toward Leo.
“Calm down a little!!”
With a roar, Ariasviel’s sacred sword shone with divinity. It wasn’t just divinity that shone.
The ice spirit in charge of cold air blended with the divine and formed holy ice.
Quaaa!!
[Light Color-Blue]
The divinity that was imbued with coldness crashed into Leo. The purpose was to safely subdue the excited Leo, to temporarily freeze his body with cold air to stop it.
“…Kick…!”
At that moment, Leo showed a sneer.
“…The power isn’t that great? It’s limp.”
As mocked, Arya’s beam was less powerful than other times. Even though Leo was directly hit by the beam, the blood in his body was a little frozen.
“…The body has strength…”
“Suddenly, it works.”
Red gin gradually started to glow around the gymnasium. The traces of blood on the ground formed a barrier.
[Holy Blood Art – Red Sanctuary]
While chained up, Leo sprinkled holy blood on the ground one after another. And as he bought time, he was able to form a barrier.
‘…Even the spirits…!’
The spirits holding Leo’s feet also lost their strength and could not maintain their spiritual bodies. Arya could also sense the cause with her own body.
This bloody barrier slowly robbed her of her physical strength and mana inside. The reason the cold rays were weakened earlier was due to the influence of the Red Sanctuary.
“…Chi-it…!”
Arya came back from her body and exploded her divinity. Even after setting up her barrier, Arya’s stamina showed no bottom.
“Yes…! You can fight like that!”
Choo!
More than that, Leonardo became faster. Even though she broke her body in an instant, half of her long hair was cut off as proof.
‘…No way…!’
The stolen health and mana did not disappear.
“What are you surprised about? Ariaspil, if I don’t have something, I’ll take it!”
The mana stolen inside the sanctuary was accumulating in Leonardo’s body. The weight of the sword energy that was more condensed than before, and Leo’s accelerated speed were proof of that.
“You have nice hair? It’s to the point where I want to keep it.”
As he charged, Leonardo grabbed his severed hair and instilled his divinity. Then his hair hardened like needles and straightened out.
Wedge love liquid!
Then, the hair flew like a dart back to Arya, the original owner. Arya spun her holy sword, flicking the spittle from her hair, but there were too many.
Pu-wook…
“… Ugh…!”
It’s only a few strands, but it was a bad place to get stuck.
Her right knee and left calf, with normal spittle, could survive even if she was poisoned, but the sky was not on Arya’s side.
‘…The amount absorbed has increased…!’
The black divinity in her hair absorbed mana faster from her body.
In addition, the location is near the bridge in charge of movement, and the end of the match has already been reached.
“You are cowardly! Leonardo! The battle is already…!”
They weren’t the ones who were just watching this. Everyone approached the barrier to destroy it.
“Shut up the outfield, right? Even when Arya died, she was left alone, but now she talks a lot.”
With that one word, the range of the Red Sanctuary increased.
[…You bastard…!]
{Sage…! Body…!}
The spiritual bodies made of mana completely faded, and other people felt their bodies getting drowsy as well.
“…Before we end, we’ll have to settle the debt at the first meeting.”
Leo hooked Arya’s feet and climbed on top of her body.
She held a sword in both hands and held it high, so she understood what kind of action she was trying to take.
“Just as I left a scar on my heart, I will scar yours too…!”
As it is, the demonic sword descends. It was an eye that didn’t care about winning or losing.
Because of the misunderstanding earlier, Leo’s inferiority complex towards Ariasviel exploded.
She’s not sure if she won’t kill…
“…You…”
There shouldn’t have been.
“…The heart…”
Leonardo blankly watched Ariaspil’s chest. It wasn’t a gaze driven by lust or lust.
“…Why are you hurt…”
Aria’s chest already had a deep scar.
Even with Lumine, the fact that there are scars like that means that it must have been a serious injury that left a scar.
And from the shape, you could tell who had done the cut. Leo had no choice but to know.
“…Did I… Pay for it?”
“…That’s…”
Ariaspil did not answer.
He couldn’t answer.
Still, Leo knew the answer.
“…”
Soon the sword went down.
“I’m quitting.”
However, it was collected in the direction of Leo’s waist.
Just
With one snap of my fingers, the barrier I had created disappeared.
“This duel is a draw.”
Looking at the people who came in late, and at the same time examining Arya’s eyes and scars.
[…What? Suddenly what…]
“I told you before the fight. I won’t use a weapon. Since we won by violating that, the match cannot be established.”
It was forced.
But it was a familiar strain to Ariaspil.
Like the first time I met and fought with Leo.
“Next time I’ll win, but for now I’ll take care of it.”
The memory of the first meeting was vague.