201 – makes me feel bad
The Colosseum where the heat of battle cools down.
Due to the aftermath of the battle, pits were formed everywhere, and even though the stone walls were surrounded by strengthening magic, there was no place that did not collapse.
In the middle of a place with such a gloomy atmosphere. Shiron muttered while looking at his hand and holy sword alternately.
“…It tastes good.”
It must have been when I decapitated the entire golden armor, and I kept feeling like I was going to fall, and then… pop! I felt a feeling of pleasure as if it were being cut off from my fingertips. It was a feeling I had never experienced before when finishing off Masuna, the 2nd Apostle, and the 5th Apostle, which I had cut down during the expedition.
Since I swung the sword with the added recoil of exploding the ground, it was natural that the sensation felt and the force applied were different compared to the past when I swung only with force.
however,
Siron believed that this action was significantly related to shouting out the ‘technology name’. Since he was surrounded by protection that only invested in reaction and agility, there would be no [Blessing of Anger], and there would be no side effects such as heightened emotions as a result.
Siron slowly struck down the holy sword and shouted the name of the technique.
“…gay slash.”
[I think it’s too plain to give it a technical name.]
“Why?”
Siron, who had burned off the dirt on the holy sword, stared at a place in the sky. Latera, who was in spiritual form, stuck out her head.
“It was an attack that just flew and cut loudly, saying, ‘Puhwaak!’ I think the hero’s unique spirit should be added more.”
“…I’m embarrassed to say it, but it was a perfect combination of magic and martial arts. A spectacular explosion occurred under my feet and a beautiful light was emitted from the holy sword. How about giving the technique a name?”
“The name of the technology is also a problem.”
Latera crossed her arms and looked up at Siron.
“What is gay slash? Gay slash.”
“…”
“It’s not cool at all. Lucy… Kylie’s [Noemyeong] and [Jinmu Noeggak]. And the [Nakseom] that was just released… I think these are much cooler.”
Upright-
‘My technical name is cool.’
When Lucia heard that the name of the technology she had created was cool, she focused her hearing.
A little while ago, she wanted to hide in a mouse hole to hide her blushing face, but Lucia, who was very thirsty for praise, squirmed closer to the two as soon as her story came out.
However, contrary to her expectations, merciless criticism continued from Siron’s mouth.
“I’m just saying this because Kylie isn’t here, but my gay slash is so much better.”
Siron responded with a sly smile to Latera, who, unlike usual, did not take his side.
“The name of my technique contains humor, not superficiality.”
“…Humor?”
“So, you mean it was designed to the highest level of efficiency just to kill the opponent? A spectacular explosion or a sacred light decorating the surroundings are all unavoidable side effects.”
“That’s right. I admit that the hero’s skills are not superficial.”
“yes?”
“But the name is so stupid.”
Latera said with a twinkle in her eye that she would not be swayed by logic. Normally, Siron would have countered by saying that what he said was correct, but now not only Lucia, Kylie’s reincarnation, but also her colleague Seira were overhearing this conversation.
Aside from the fact that Latera is displeased with Siron, who knows everything but is only looking after things, he is a reincarnated person with Kylie’s memories. I felt so sorry for Lucia.
“What is gay slash? Gay slash. As the name suggests, it’s not very useful unless you’re cutting up a gay person. But Kylie’s technical name can be applied in any situation.”
“I, too, think Kylie’s name is better?”
“Because it’s humorous.”
Shiron ignored Lucia, who shamelessly intervened in the conversation.
“What is the importance of a name? As long as I enjoy it, it’s enough. Also, isn’t it enough to change the previous word from time to time?”
“Wrong. Unification of technical names is important.”
Latera, resolutely in denial, pulled out two books from the air.
Kylie’s blah blah blah wow… [VIVLE].
It was a fairy tale with a propensity for a great man and a Bible distributed in Lucerne.
Latera, who was busy playing with her hands, lifted two heavy books towards Siron.
“If you look at Kylie’s great man exhibition, there is a description that says, ‘[10,000 sword dances] split the air, and even cut down the surrounding area, so that the queen of the deep sea had to retreat from the sea.’ Also, here in the Bible… When the warrior Kylie uses [10,000], it appears that the sea was torn into 10,000 pieces and the fishy prodigal woman ran away in a huff.”
Latera thrust the book not only at Poetry, but also at Luciana Seira.
“The reason why Kylie can be remembered completely even after 500 years has passed is because she was cross-verified. I hope the hero will be remembered for 1,000,000 years, not 500 years!”
“How long are you guys going to talk about this? Lady Eldrina is looking very vain in the mansion over there… Wouldn’t it be better to clean up after this quickly?”
“Please answer me too, Seira. You were Kylie’s colleague.”
“…Let’s clean it up quickly.”
Seira sighed, narrowed her purple eyes, and muttered.
“I’m being honest because I don’t have Kylie right now, but at the time, I thought the technical names she was shouting were like double-headed.”
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“Yes?”
“Are you not respecting the honor of the dead?”
Lucia looked at Seira in bewilderment at the harsher criticism than expected, but Seira snorted and wiped away her nosebleeds.
“Think about it. It’s not magic that requires complex thinking during battle; it’s just swinging the sword while radiating strength.”
“…Uh, it’s not like I’m just swinging my sword around. Should I say it sharpens my senses? Should I say it instills courage by chanting a specific spell…”
“You sound just like Kylie.”
“…Because they are descendants.”
Lucia’s golden eyes moved towards Siron, who was watching the situation from afar. Siron barely suppressed the laughter that threatened to escape and turned his head.
“And you can at least defend your ancestors. Your theory is strange. You are a bastard with no respect for your ancestors.”
“You damn thing, that’s too harsh. It even saved my life.”
“…I was fighting alone the whole time. Only at the end did you take the credit for carrying it around. And then, you picked it up and swung it around roughly as if you were handling a person…!”
“Oh, that’s not it.”
The words were so harsh that he thought he would get angry, but Shiron decided to laugh it off. The situation is so funny. Siron stroked the head of Lucia, who looked full of heartache, and then held out his palm.
“We had a good connection. I became the feet, you became the sword, and the suspicious elf became the shield… The expression that our hands and feet fit together is for times like this.”
“What do you want to say?”
“We work well together.”
“…”
Lucia stared at her calloused palms. Even Lucia knows what that action means. It was the academy’s practical exam.
It was a gesture that young people these days used to get excited by touching their palms together in a mock battle where they formed a team to fight.
Is Siron also a young person these days? Lucia looked at her own hand and Siron’s hand in turn, then reluctantly slapped her palms together.
“Hero! Me too! Me too!”
“Well, of course you should too.”
Siron, satisfied with the gentle action, extended his palms to Latera and Seira in turn.
We will have to fight many battles as a hero party in the future, and this battle had quite good results. It is important to achieve teamwork and stay close together as a team. He tried to create a focal point by repeating small but specific actions.
“Something makes me tick…”
Was it the moment when Seira and I were clapping our hands together for the last time?
“Brother. Me too.”
A voice that had not participated in the battle was heard.
“I want to do it too.”
“…”
A quiet voice.
It was Siriel who suddenly appeared without any sign. She stared at Shiron and held out her palm. In her right hand, as if she had just completed training, she was holding the jeweled sword Spica.
“…of course.”
match-
Siron smiled brightly and met Siriel’s palm. However, it seemed that Siriel was not satisfied with that.
The moment their palms met, Siriel clasped Siron’s hand.
The tightening hand was like a snake squeezing its prey. Siron’s heat from battle and Siriel’s heat from training mix together. Sweat is also mixed. Rub rub rub rub. Crackling. Tickling…
It seemed like they were just playing around with their hands, but not only Lucia, but also Seira and Latera. I felt a chill as my skin grew and my hair became red.
Is this a reaction that only left Siriel out for two months? Even though it was inevitable due to the succession of the knights… Lucia had a flash of thought that the situation was getting strange, and Seira felt sympathy for Siron.
Beep beep beep beep beep-
Latera,
I tried to ignore the alarm ringing in my ears. There was no time to worry at all. This is because, ever since Siriel appeared, the sound of the barrel made my spine tingle and I felt so scared that I wanted to collapse at any moment.
“Whoa…”
However, contrary to everyone’s expectations, Siriel clasped her hands and did nothing. He just drew a subtle line around his mouth… and then smiled brightly.
“Mom said she would scold me if I didn’t clean it up quickly. I’ll help you too.”
“Isn’t it hard because of the training?”
“are you okay.”
Siriel rolled up her sleeves and floated Spica in the air.
“Isn’t it hard for you because of the battle? I’ll do my best to do my part.”
“…thank you.”
“If you’re grateful, please do this too.”
Siriel slightly lowered her head and presented the top of her head to Siron. It’s like stroking your hair I think I saw him stroking Lucia’s head earlier. Siron, who was smarter than before in battle, granted Siriel’s wishes.
“As expected, Siriel is kind.”
Even though she was much older than Seira, Siriel still had a childlike side. Siron showed a happy expression and loved Siriel as much as he could.
……
Seira, who couldn’t see the message window, sighed in relief, but LaTera, who could see it, broke out in a cold sweat even though the warning sound had subsided.