studiobondurri Chapter 213: The Kingdoms Sword
Chapter 213: The Kingdoms Sword
A single woman stood at the gates of the citadel, her sword sheathed.
Yet all the monsters ten metres around her body were sliced in half before they could blink, as though an invisible blade of her own had cut them down.
The very earth itself responded to her presence, as dirt and dust around her bounced and the debris crushed the invaders.
"The silver is coming, Asura. Is this what you meant?"
"This is the sword saintess, Sigurd?" Garrett's dry voice echoed as he dragged his bloody body to the battle.
However, a voice like bells gently ringing entered his ears. "Father-in-Law, please stand back. I cannot ensure your life if you approach any closer."
'So the letter wasn't a lie. My stupid son seduced both the scarlet knight and the silver Saintess!?'
A flash of silver covered Garrett's eyes. In an instant, Sigurd's body vanished. The moment her hand unsheathed her sword, the entire city trembled from the pressure.
"You have come far, monsters, cultists. However, you made the mistake of attacking my husband's lands."
Sigurd stood in front of the gates, her form reminiscent of a war goddess. Silver light flared in front of her, enveloping her in the mythical divine armour of the Saintess.
The winds surrounding Lyndwrym began swirling in a vortex along with Sigurd's magic. No longer the world's thing but hers.
"Ohohoho? Does the Saintess come to fight us herself, husband? The old man there! Hahaha, strange tastes like such a luminous woman!"
A cultist bearing the robes of an archpriest, with long black hair and a jagged blade, accosted her with an eerie smile, his tongue dangling from his lips. Behind him were dozens of crusaders, those crazy members of the cult. These men would fight to their last breath.
Even if fighting enemies several stages above them, they would use any sinister tactics to gain an advantage.
"No, no. My husband is his son."
Sigurd's answer caused the archpriest to stumble, his pupils dilating before she lifted her sword, a movement so effortless and slow.
Her arm dropped the blade, slicing through the world itself.
"Leave this land."
The sound of her blade cutting through the air was the only warning the monsters and cultists had. The one on the rightmost side of the army, the cultist that insulted her, lost his head cleanly before his body slipped apart, a silver vibrance dissipating before another dozen monsters dropped.
Yet the Crusaders didn't falter.
They rushed forward, along with the terrified orcs, with metal-covered faces and sewn-together lips.
"My daughter-in-law is this woman... How did my bastard son win this woman's heart!?" Garrett almost vomited blood, watching her simple movements decimate the monsters that brought him to the very limit.
While he knelt and considered this, suddenly, fifty women in beautiful armour, their bodies radiant with a silver light like Sigurd; they were the queen's most trusted force.
Her Valkyrie knights flooded the citadel, their hands touching the wounded knights, healing them and gifting them food and water, while more and more appeared from a tiny portal from the capital.
"Lord Garrett Fenix? I am Vetra, the seventh commander of the Valkyrie reserve forces sent from the capital to support Lyndwrym. Forgive us, but we cannot fly like Lady Sigurd."
One of the Valkyrie, her face relatively young, her silver hair short, and her face freckled, bowed her head politely in apology while Garrett's mind blanked, his face twitching.
A gentle smile curled her lips at his innocent words. "And he will."
Sigurd smiled, turning around, her form lifting into the air, drifting over the ruined and desecrated city. The image of the woman carrying two children appealed to her; if she could have children, she imagined she was that mother while gliding across the ruined city.
Vetra stared at Sigurd's form with a complex gaze.
All people knew about the Saintess's situation, but as a fellow woman, Vetra could only feel pity for her. "In the end, she is still human."
"You all did well! Thank you for enduring my people!"
Garrett's sudden words surprised Vetra. As she turned around, her face pale, she watched Garrett throw the children in the air and hug them tightly. She realised he wasn't as bad as the queen's rumours depicted him.
"I wonder what kind of man his son might be."
Meanwhile, in the capital, two people were training in a mansion basement.
Verana's body lunged forward, her fists aiming for the opening in Asura's defence with all her power. In response, he swiftly avoided it, his bare knuckles slamming into her undefended torso, causing her to fly back and crash into the wall with a grunt.
"Are you still holding back, Verana?"
"Shut up! Damn, gorilla!"
Verana roared in anger, her hair a mess, glaring at Asura, who still wore only a pair of black baggy pants to his knees with his torso and upper arms exposed. He didn't break a sweat and suddenly dashed towards her with heavy steps.
"Again, you're not thinking; your movements are too slow."
His fist landed on her stomach, causing her to tumble forward with a growl. "Urgh! Bastard! Take this!"
She twisted her body, the damage from his punch fading before her hand grasped for his throat; the next moment, a phoenix claw made of bone appeared from the void and grabbed his throat before tossing his body across the training room with a bang.
"Oh? This is new. It kinda hurt." Asura shrugged with a smirk, his eyes squinting at her figure. "Verana, have you improved your magic abilities?"
"Idiot! This isn't magic!"
Verana spread her arms to her waist as several bone talons hovered around her body, swirling like a protective barrier. Her skin became almost grey, with black veins throbbing across her body and two white phoenix plumes appearing on her head.
"Oh?" Asura's eyes widened as he suddenly smiled. "You're a vampire, so why did you become a chicken?"
Verana's body stiffened with her red eyes blazing with determination. "Who is a chicken?!"
She pounced forward, her talons attacking Asura.
Suddenly, Asura felt a peculiar power burst from Verana's body, like a pulse, a mysterious wave of magic that entered his flesh. So nostalgic, his body didn't determine it a threat until his organs and muscles began to spasm from the intense pain of five fists slamming into his stomach and chest.
'I see. So that is where your strength lies.'
Verana was indeed a vampire, yet it seemed something inside her was deeply related to him.
He had felt this way in the past and realised she really was a phoenix, but he couldn't feel her vibrancy.
Her bloodline felt like a corpse.