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Chapter 123: Thunder and light

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by Zil

“tsk……!　How am I supposed to beat this thing?”

Running at the speed of light in all directions, Granard strikes one after another. Celia groaned with vexation, even though she tried her best to keep up with Granard unrelenting strikes.

Granard’s sword is beyond visible speed. Célia also wields Claíomh Solas and shoots thunder to fight back, but her distressing attacks are unsuccessful.

She also has the ability to teleport with lightning, but her technique is not one that can be used in rapid succession. It was hard to believe that Granard was running around at the same speed in all directions.

“Célia, do your best! See with your mind’s eye!”

“Easy for you to say! I can’t just do it so suddenly!”

She shouted back at Neimilia’s irresponsible cheering and hurriedly jumped away. The next moment, a glorious slash passes in front of her. A moment’s delay in evading would have resulted in a cut.

“Kuuu…this is dangerous!”

If she stands still, she will be cut down. As she moves around, trying to stay alive for as long as possible, she ponders how to get out of this situation.

“How can I defeat such a fast opponent? ……!　How did papa do it?”

She recalled a time when she and her father had a mock battle.

With the holy sword of lightning, she is faster than Zacharias, the holder of the holy sword of fire.

But strangely enough, no matter how many times she fought, she never managed to beat her father.

He is not the only one. Even her half-brother, who was chosen to be the holy sword of ice, was no match for her lightning speed. Both of them ducked and dodged as if they had anticipated her moves, and then countered with painful counterattacks.

“What you two have and I don’t……! What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Hahahahahahaha! Slow, slow, too slow!　Princess of the Empire!　Hahahahahahahahaha!”

“Get on with it……! Piss off ……!”

Granard never stops, appearing and disappearing, hurling sword after sword at her.

It’s a picture-perfect defence. She has avoided a fatal wound for now, but it is only a matter of time before she is badly hurt.

“There..”

Then a question popped into her mind.

She is still able to duck just in time without getting hurt too badly. How could she have avoided it?

“He’s as fast as I am……maybe even faster than I am. So why can’t he hit me?”

She intuitively flew to the right. Granard flew past her to the left, again successfully evading the slash.

“Ah…I see…”

Forgetting the battle she’s in, she muttered to herself.

Earlier she had been so trapped that she hadn’t had time to think about it, but now that she’s calmed down she can see it.

“He’s …… terrible at it.”

Granard is fast. Much faster than her father and brother. Much faster than Raidorl.

But his swordsmanship is not outstanding. It’s a messy sword with a lot of speed. It is a poorly made sword that lacks precision.

Perhaps Granard is not using his speed well enough. He is too busy with the specifications of the magic sword. This is why even an inexperienced swordsman like Célia, herself is able to avoid it.

“Yaaah!”

Célia swung her sword towards the left. And just as she aimed, she caught the blow of the magic sword that was coming from the left side, and sparks flew in the night.

“What …… nonsense! My sword is ……?”

Granard, who was caught in a slash, let out a cry of astonishment. He stopped running around, as if he couldn’t believe that Célia had caught his own sword.

“Hmm, it’s a lighter sword than I thought. It’s only fast, but has no weight.”

“….! Don’t get carried away just because you got a lucky shot! You little Imperial bitch!”

“Yaah!”

Celia swings her sword down, but by then Granard is gone. He becomes the speed of light again and disappears.

“Fu…”

She exhaled quietly and sharpened her senses.

Granard is not weak. Even if most of his strength comes from the witch’s blessings and the magic sword, he is not an opponent to be careless.

“But…..he is weaker than papa, weaker than brother. And……”

That man. Granard is much weaker than the man he banished, and who has beaten her and sunk her to the ground: Raidorl Zain.

That’s why Célia can’t afford to lose. If she loses to someone of this calibre, she may never catch up with the others.

She might not even be able to stand next to them.

“………….”

With her right hand grasps her sword and turns her face and eyes to the right. Célia deliberately creates an opening to be attacked.

The next moment: there is a flash of light. As expected, a hint of the enemy appeared on the left side.

“The Imperial Art of the Holy Sword: ‘Raiden’!”

Célia swung her sword from right to left. A thunderbolt shoots from the sword’s body and pierces the void.

Granard, struck by lightning, appears from a space that should have been empty.

Forced out of the speed of light, the man plunges into the rubble behind him with the force of lightning.