The Gaun Grand Arena combat stage.
The arena was in disarray. What was destroyed? Everything. Apparently, the purple barrier covering the stage prevents our escape and magic domain, but attacks like magic pass through normally. Shockwaves and other things.
“Melfina, I’m entering combat too.”
“Oh, was he spectacularly rejected and utterly crushed? Shall I console him?”
“No way. Ange answered my feelings.”
“It’s a joke. I’d like to assist you as well, but it seems my opponent here is not so lenient. Please be careful.”
“Understood. Please keep an eye on our communication.”
As I received Melfina’s valuable advice, I simultaneously grasped the entire situation within the arena from the viewpoints of both myself and Melfina. Mel and Baal’s situation remained unchanged; they seemed to be fighting, moving across the ground and air, and tearing apart their surroundings. Naturally, the stage was also in tatters, or rather, worse. It presented a tragic spectacle that words couldn’t describe. The beastmen would be aghast tomorrow, I thought. Especially the stage replacement crew.
Meanwhile, Ange pursued me relentlessly as I zipped through the barrier both vertically and horizontally with Wind God’s Foot and Flight. It was a splendid chase. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t point out that I, who boasted so much, am now just running away. That’s how dangerous Ange’s power is. If I foolishly enter her territory, I’d probably lose my life.
“Kel~vin~, wait for me~!”
Ange held her dagger knife in a reverse grip, as if preparing to strike at her neck, and approached me. If I stopped for even a second, I’d be caught immediately, so I scattered Gale Blades and impacts, which leave little room for openings. However, I had no feeling they’d hit. She has mastered ‘Heavenly Walk,’ it seems, as she occasionally changes direction at impossible angles in mid-air, and even accelerates at that moment. It’s an astonishing speed that I can barely keep track of even with my detection skills at full throttle. I’m overcoming the obstacles of magical onslaughts, and in the meantime, the distance between us is shrinking. Ange, could you possibly be faster than Efil or Melfina, the fastest in our party? Even when I try to use Appraisal Eye, her status is in the single or double digits, unchanged from an ordinary person. Is it perhaps the effect of ‘disguise’ that Ange mentioned earlier? I don’t know if it’s due to a skill, but I’ll just think of it as something like the Beast King’s ‘Transformation.’
“How about this?”
I activate an area-wide Heavy Wind Pressure without incantation within the barrier. If they are fast, I’ll first reduce their mobility. I adjust it so that only Melfina and I are unaffected, and crush them with a power that would make the stage scream.
“~~♪”
…This person charged right in, humming a tune. She’s not affected at all. No, no, even then, it’s strange to move at that speed through Heavy Wind Pressure. Even Gerard would be somewhat daunted by this.
“…Tch.”
Baal revealed her displeasure, but as if it were no problem, she resumed her fight with Mel. Still, it seems our speed has dropped slightly, or is it? I thought Baal’s raw power was definitely greater than Ange’s. …Thinking about it won’t help, will it? Ange is already right in front of me.
“Clive, go.”
I issue an order to the Foolish Sacred Sword floating in the air via remote control. This longsword, nicknamed ‘Beautiful Clive,’ is none other than the Foolish Sword Clive, which I reforged after recovering it from the Demon King battle. It was quite difficult to purify and control this sword, which dripped curses as if containing the world’s hatred. I also adjusted its enormous size to a normal longsword level for easier use. Its appearance hasn’t changed, remaining black, but it has now become a Sacred Sword, albeit reluctantly. That’s why it’s Beautiful Clive. That being said, there’s no consciousness of Clive left in it anymore, so it’s neither beautiful nor anything else. Rather, even when it’s like this, it accumulates curses inside, so it’s dirty. …I think Dirty Clive is fine after all. Well, as a result of that, I had reservations about letting Rion use this sword, so I decided to use it myself. The target is the moment Ange dodges the impact and uses Heavenly Walk. An attack from her blind spot immediately after she corrects her trajectory.
“Ah—”
The timing was perfect. A volley of spells attacked Ange, and I unleashed them to fill the gaps. Then, the moment Ange accelerated, the Foolish Sacred Sword Clive was unleashed from behind— and passed through Ange’s body.
“—That was close~”
For a moment, I didn’t understand what had happened. The Foolish Sacred Sword Clive should have pierced Ange. However, Ange resumed her pursuit as if nothing had happened. Of course, this is not Clive’s power. The only possibility is Ange’s ability…
“Kelvin, don’t send someone like this to me, someone who doesn’t even consider a woman a woman! It makes me angry!”
Pouting with an angry expression, Ange took out a small knife from inside her outer layer and threw it at Clive, who had just passed through her body.
—*Clang*.
The thrown knife hit the hilt of the Foolish Sacred Sword Clive, and a sharp metallic sound echoed. What followed was the sound of an explosion. Was contact the trigger? Ange’s knife self-destructed along with Clive. A knife-shaped bomb, huh? Dirty Clive was hit hard and fell.
“Disinfection complete! Kelvin, you should reflect on this too.”
“Ah, from now on, I’ll only use Clive against men and monsters.”
“Yes, yes, good boy for being honest.”
We exchanged smiles and conversation, but there was no longer any distance between Ange and me. This means— I’m caught.
“…Yo.”
Ange, without any regard for the spiral wind barrier I had deployed, pierced through everything and appeared before me with the Great Wind Demon God Scythe I had swung. There’s no room for doubt anymore. She can pass through anything, from physical objects to magic. That’s Ange’s power.
“Yep, I finally caught you. Kelvin♪”
She firmly grasped the arm holding the great scythe. Ange’s palm, moist and warm.
“Well then, I’ll take your head.”
A death sentence delivered with a gentle smile. A cold dagger knife, contrasting with her warm hand, approached my neck.
“I told you I’d fight with everything I have. As a Summoner, too.”
“—!”
Behind Ange, a white light illuminated her back. I didn’t have time to hide the giant magic array drawn in the air, but I made it just in time. It was the right decision to summon her when Ange slipped through the Great Wind Demon God Scythe. I had her prepare while she was still a Mana body. Oh, and don’t forget the silent wind barrier… Okay.
“Boga, scream with all you’ve got!”
Since we’re communicating, you can hear the sounds, right, Ange?
“GURURURAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
The super-class sonic breath released simultaneously with Boga’s summon dealt further damage to the arena.
