I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

208 – Side Story: Afternoon in Freesia – (16)

[Why?]

A voice rings in my head. It sounds more like the roar of a grotesquely twisted and deformed monster than the voice of a girl.

Perhaps it is the original sound of sepia.

“Why is it not my fault? Because I chose it of my own free will.”

In response to Sepia’s question, a voice resonating from within, Milia responded indifferently.

I didn’t have time to answer every single thing he said right now.

Legion cast a spell right before my eyes. Just looking at it, I could see the mana equivalent to great magic condensing. It was probably thanks to Manwolhwa’s tuning ability.

[But Millia hates me.]

“……ha.”

As expected, it’s persistent.

Who does he resemble?

Milia shook her head and answered shortly.

“That’s right. I hate you. You know how many people you’ve hurt. You’re the worst, no matter who says so.”

[Then why did you sign the contract?]

“Because I wanted to.”

Milia stomped her feet hard.

The ground was dug deep with the black power, and the shockwave shattered the magic arrows fired by Regien.

A mixture of confusion and fear appeared on Regien’s face.

The power of the outer dimension is an unidentified energy. In other words, when ordinary magicians see it, they cannot help but feel an unknown fear.

“Anyway. In this urgent situation, if you have the time to talk about such trivial things, why don’t you just focus on taking down that elf?”

[… … .]

“You don’t mean you want to lose your master again?”

[That’s not it. Not this time.]

Sepia’s voice had a more definite meaning than before.

After all, no matter how evil and ruthless Arwen was, her relationship with Sepia wasn’t all that bad.

Millia clasped her hands together, and power began to flow according to Sepia’s will.

The unknown power that he had clashed with through his sword countless times was now in his hands. From the moment he was able to control his power with his own strength, he felt no particular fear.

The fear of the unknown is scary because it is unknown and uncontrollable.

“what.”

Milia snickered.

“Power isn’t much different from mana.”

And when she twisted the palm of her hand, tentacles spread out around her.

At the same time, the tentacles produced black, semi-solid monsters, as if producing fruit.

“What, what is that! That thing! A servant horse! In this space!”

“I told you, it’s not magic.”

Milia clapped her hands.

At the same time, Sepia’s clones that had attacked the chairman of the senior council began to appear one after another and surround the area.

Millia felt strange that Arwen was using the same technique she had used.

[Reinforcements are coming from behind.]

“I know. I felt it too.”

The feeling Sepia felt was something that Milia could also feel.

Is this what it means to share a spirit’s senses?

In any case, reinforcements are coming, and if they join in, even Sepia’s clones will be a burden to deal with.

He was not yet accustomed to handling power. He could not manifest the number of clones or the ability to manipulate them as much as Arwen.

In that case, we’ll just fight quickly.

“Sepia, I have a question.”

[huh.]

“Can you fly?”

[of course.]

“how much?”

[Until Milia dies.]

It’s a constant levitation without consuming mana.

The performance was even worse than expected.

“Then please.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his feet left the ground.

While floating using mana required constant discharge of magical power, so it was poor in terms of fuel efficiency, floating using power was not like that.

Inwardly, Milia looked down at the Legion beneath her feet, feeling a sense of impatience already growing on her face as she faced Sepia’s clones around her.

Even if you receive an infinite supply of mana through the full moon flower, only one person can use magic. Even that is far less than my older sister.

“You’re pathetic.”

“… … What, what?”

“When it comes to relying on external forces, is that all you can do?”

“… … .”

“Well, I know it’s not something I should be saying since I’m using a little bit of foreign media power… … .”

In a way, I was in the same situation as Arwen, who had been so reviled.

Legion’s face turned red and blue.

“Milia said, driving a wedge in.

“But if I had a full moon, I would have written better than that.”

Squint one eye and stick out your tongue.

It was Milia’s signature ‘provocative expression’.

“You rotten b*tch!”

As expected, Legion fell for Mila’s provocation.

However, what she overlooked was that Millia’s provocation was more effective than she had thought, and that Regien had a very fiery personality.

Regien put the full moon flower in his mouth and swallowed it.

An act that seems to have no regard for one’s own life.

At the same time, swirling mana swept around, sending Sepia’s clone flying.

Phew!

“You said it wasn’t effective! Cool! Then show me!”

Legion shouted proudly.

Behind his back, wings made of mana began to form.

With mana flowing out of his eyes, nose, and mouth, Regien’s body looked like a monster straight out of a myth.

“… … .”

Milia looked at Regien without saying a word.

A chill ran down my spine.

[Are you aiming for this too?]

“Uh, um. No.”

[Then what should we do?]

“… … .”

Milia swallowed hard.

“We have to do something about it.”

*

Crunch!

The taste is spicy.

I’ve already cut down dozens of demons blocking the road.

The sensation of flesh being cut tingles my palms, and blood sprays into the air, pouring down from the crown of my head.

I stuck out my tongue and tasted the blood, but then spat and swore.

“It tastes so bad.”

I first learned, after becoming a blood relative, that there is a concept of gourmet food even in drinking blood.

In that sense, these demons were the worst.

Of all the blood I’ve tasted recently, the sweetest, most bitter, and most savory is…

“I wonder if Milia is… doing well.”

I naturally laughed out loud as I recalled the name.

To remember a person by the taste of their blood.

Isn’t that a vampire that only appears in third-rate movies?

“Well, it doesn’t matter since I’m a player of a third-rate game.”

I just pulled out my sword.

The limbs and necks of several demons caught in the sword path were crushed. The blood magic currently surrounding Ernst’s sword was like a saw, crushing everything it encountered.

It was a blood magic that I roughly made up, thinking of the cheap slasher movies I had seen before I became a thief, and it seemed to work pretty well.

Kookung!

I just kicked the ground.

After pushing through the snow and taking a short break, I was finally able to meet the demon I had been longing for.

“Nice to meet you, Dangchi.”

Hundreds of eyes on its long, protruding snout and eight legs were turned toward me.

Although he felt slightly creeped out, he raised his sword without showing it.

“You were having quite a blast earlier.”

“Grug?”

Woohoo.

“Let me have some fun too.”

Soon, the flow of mana began to gather and gather in the creature’s mouth.

I lowered my body and ran towards the guy.

――Cookie Cookie!

A huge flash of light appeared where I had just been standing, followed by an ear-piercing roar and a strong gust of wind pushing me back.

This level of power is similar to the magic bullet that Seira fired with all her might. If something like this were to head towards the capital, tens of thousands of people would lose their lives.

“Ugh!”

I approached him and cut off one of his legs. Not stopping there, I extended my sword and cut off the other leg as well.

With a tearful cry, Masu had no choice but to bend one knee.

I didn’t stop there, but released my mana and slid between the severed legs. Several feet swung their sharp claws at me, but I dodged them by bending my waist.

Crunch!

As I draw the sword horizontally, the remaining two legs are cut off with a clean cross-section.

Not a single drop of blood came out of the body, which is how it was made.

Feeling a strange sense of regret inside, I swung Ernst to the ground and the recoil sent him back.

The demon wailed loudly, as if it could no longer support its massive body with its four legs, and slowly began to tilt its other upper body as well.

Kuuung.

Soon, with a loud noise, the creature collapsed. The beak of the demon hung down and reached just above my head, and at that moment, the demon began to fill its mouth with mana.

An overwhelming amount of magical power begins to gather and condense.

Magical cannonballs pouring down right in front of your nose. There’s no way you can dodge them.

In that case, I have no choice but to accept it.

Shock.

I took out Ernst and cut him from the elbow to the back of the hand. The pain was only momentary, and soon the blood started to pour out and collect in the air.

As I use my blood, which has been infused with the blood of a pure-blooded ancestor, my power is naturally amplified.

The image of blood magic is hundreds and thousands of thorns.

It is the most efficient and destructive form.

Woohoo.

At the same time as the floating sensation, a huge flash of light began to pour out from the devil’s snout, but I smiled faintly and swung my sword.

Ernst and the guy’s artillery fire, imbued with blood magic, crossed paths at the same time.

That moment.

Pavababak!

From the space Ernst touched, thousands of thorns began to spread out in a fan shape, like branches.

The thorns made of blood split themselves and expanded, increasing their number. The core of the bombardment fired by the demon was pierced by the thorns before it could gain explosive power, losing its power.

Not stopping there, he began to destroy every nook and cranny of the demon’s body.

[Geeeeek!]

The last words he spewed out were unusually long and brutal.

Foreign substances entered the entire body, shaking the internal organs. Even the super regenerative ability was of no use here. Bloody thorns protruded from the inside. It was no different from the extreme of cruel blood magic that changed the very structure of the body.

Swish.

Naturally, I was right under the demon’s body and could feel the warm blood it was shedding all over my body.

“hmm.”

I stuck my tongue out.

“Fuck.”

He spat and swore again.

As expected, the taste was bad.