24. You finally fell into my hands!
Facing this unavoidable powerful strike, Emilia showed no signs of dodging or using magical defense. She merely raised her Sword of Light and swung it upward at a very tricky angle.
What is she trying to do? A mere two-winged angel, does she really think she can match the strength of a reinforced Corpse Taker?
As Emilia advanced rather than retreating, the same doubt flashed through both the Black-robed Man’s and Evelyn’s minds.
And in the next instant, they understood what Emilia was trying to do.
Just as the Sword of Light in Emilia’s hand was about to collide with the approaching arm of the Corpse Taker, she gently turned the sword, diverting the blade that was originally aimed at the Corpse Taker and instead, striking forcefully against the incoming attack with the sword’s guard.
“Clang!”
The moment the guard met the arm, an explosive sound similar to the clash of blades erupted! What was even more surprising was that the flesh-and-blood Corpse Taker seemed to be sent flying backward from the impact, while the Sword of Light in Emilia’s hand suddenly burst with an unparalleled brilliance! Countless sparkling points of light emerged around the sword’s body, merging into the Sword of Light, causing the blade portion to extend several meters in length!
On the blade of the Sword of Light, a faint red thread extended from the sword spine, rapidly spreading across the entire sword body like a splitting tree branch.
‘Good opportunity!’
Although Evelyn didn’t quite understand how Emilia had done it, she instantly recognized this as the best chance to defeat the Corpse Taker. She quickly raised her right arm, still capable of movement, and a light purple magic circle instantly formed in her palm. Thick tentacles covered in black scales erupted from the magic circle, binding the Corpse Taker’s limbs in an instant, completely exposing its most vulnerable chest area beneath the Sword of Light in Emilia’s hands.
“Ahhh!”
Emilia shouted, swinging the Sword of Light that she held horizontally in front of her toward the Corpse Taker. A golden beam of sword light shot out instantaneously, effortlessly slicing through the Corpse Taker and the nearby floor tiles and walls as if they were tofu.
“This… is impossible! Magic cannot harm a Corpse Taker blessed by the Deity! Damn angel! What have you done?!”
Seeing the Corpse Taker’s defeat, the Black-robed Man roared in disbelief. If Emilia had been using a semi-physical angelic weapon—meaning that the Sword of Light had hurt the Corpse Taker, he could perhaps understand, but the sword that Emilia had just struck with was undeniably a pure light attribute spell! The Black-robed Man could not comprehend why the Corpse Taker, blessed by the Deity with Magic Immunity, could not withstand the magic that Emilia had just unleashed.
“What’s impossible? Oh dear, this Mr. fish who hides his true face under a black hood isn’t getting angry out of embarrassment, is he? No way, right?”
Emilia sheathed her Sword of Light, looking delightfully at the almost frantic Black-robed Man. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy his embarrassment, as if watching a play without caring about the trouble it caused.
“Stop talking nonsense, damn angel! What have you done!? How can you ignore the blessing of the Deity to harm the Corpse Taker! A mere angel cannot possibly surpass the grace granted by the Creator!!!”
“It’s quite simple. Since your pile of junk corpses has the property of Magic Immunity, then why use magic?”
“Impossible! What you just used was obviously a light attribute spell!!!”
“Tsk tsk tsk, saying it and you still don’t believe it～ Fine, seeing how pitiful you are, I’ll generously enlighten you～”
Emilia put on a somewhat disdainful expression and gently revealed the name of the technique she had just used.
“‘Seraph Sword.’”
“A miracle personally taught by the Seraph Gabrielle, capable of countering all attacks in the world while transforming the resisted power into a part of the next attack, accompanied by an effect that ignores all blessings. Even the Angel Lord Mikayla praises this divine skill!”
Emilia appeared quite pleased with herself, and it is understandable; a two-winged angel able to use a technique from the legendary six-winged angel whose power is said to be on par with Lucifer would likely make other angels envious.
‘But even with that Seraph’s personal guidance, Emilia’s ability to wield such a miracle likely means she is no ordinary angel. It seems I have underestimated her.’
Evelyn thought to herself while watching the smug Emilia. However, she was still somewhat puzzled; since Emilia was this powerful, what was she doing in the human world? It couldn’t be just to attend school, right?
Surely she wasn’t that idle?
“The miracle of Gabrielle… Damn, I admit defeat this time! But next time, you won’t be so lucky!”
The Black-robed Man gritted his teeth and turned to make a getaway, but both Evelyn and Emilia were not going to let him leave so easily. With a wave of Evelyn’s hand, Acheron, who had been waiting nearby, leapt up and pinned the escaping Black-robed Man to the ground with a claw.
“Hahaha! Don’t think you can catch me! Mark my words! I will be back—”
Pinned to the ground, the Black-robed Man suddenly deflated like a burst balloon, a large amount of foul-smelling black liquid gushed out from beneath his cloak, which even made Acheron feel disgusted, retracting his paw from the cloak in distaste.
“Escaped? Just a puppet!?”
Emilia cautiously prodded the cloak covered in black liquid with her foot, revealing beneath it a layer of skin that had withered like paper, frowning with dissatisfaction as she spoke.
“Tsk, I feel like I’ve heard this guy’s exit line somewhere before… It sounds like—some cartoon little grey wolf?”
Evelyn slumped on the ground, using her body to apply pressure on her injuries to stop the bleeding as much as possible. Even at this moment, she still had a bit of leisure to make such a comment, revealing how vast her mind truly was…
“Oh? Demons watch cartoons too? Classmate Evelyn～”
Emilia slowly walked over to Evelyn’s side, looking at the incapacitated Evelyn on the ground with a similar expression to last night—as if she had found an interesting toy.
“Right now, you probably can’t do anything, can you?”
Emilia extended her index finger, gently lifting Evelyn’s face, smiling at her like an evil little demon.
“So that means… you finally fell into my hands, right?”
