Raidorl Seiken Senki

Chapter 136: Scorn and Slashing

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by Zil

“You think you’ve beaten me? Raidorl!”

“………..”

Granard emerges from the destroyed wall, brandishing a gleaming magic sword and spitting words arrogantly.

“You must be so happy to push me into a corner! You must be so happy to have rescued those hostages! But …..don’t get carried away! My advantage is not shaken by a mere surprise blow. I am the true king, chosen by the goddess!”

“………..”

“I’ll kill you, and soon I’ll have those women sent after you! I’ll chop off your head and leave you all together in the field! The order of killing may change but there is no change in the fate of traitors who defy me as king! Know this!”

“…..and?”

Raidorl listened to Granard’s words from beginning to end and nodded his head.

Raidorl’s face is cold as he stares at his brother, who is shouting like a madman and looks as bored as if he were watching a bad street performance.

“Is that all you have to say?　If that’s your last will and testament, then you’ve lived a very stale life. I pity you.”

“….!!”

Granard’s face contorts in painful irony.

His face was saturated with the emotion of anger, and he looked as evil as a demon. Without caring, Raidorl continued.

“Honestly, I’m a bit reluctant to kill you now. Isn’t it just so miserable and pathetic to have to deal with a madman who’s gone mad?”

Apart from hostility, there is a hint of pity in Raidorl’s eyes.

It was a look of condescension, like that of an insect on the ground, that touched Granard’s nerves more than words.

“It seems I’ve pushed you too far. I didn’t think you’d lose your mind and become a servant of the witch after a little beating. It seems that I have underestimated my brother’s ‘inertia’. I regret it. My bad.”

“…….!!”

“However, …… it would be irresponsible to leave my brother, who has gone crazy because of me, unattended. I’m going to give you a quick ‘clean up’, come and get me.”

“Rai,Dorl!!! You…Bastard..!”

The insult was so severe that Granard had to bite his back teeth with such intensity that they creaked.

:I want to slice and dice the man in front of me right now.

:I want to cut off his flesh, cut off his bones, and make him suffer all the pains of the world.

Such was the fierce murderous intent on Granard’s face.

But

“Wha!?”

Nevertheless, Granard does not slash at Raidorl.

Ever since he was chosen to become a magic sword, Granard has been slaughtering those who oppose him, wielding his blade with emotion. Despite all the scorn he had received, he would not jump on Raidorl. He couldn’t.

“What’s this……? What’s with those eyes?”

The sharp glint in Raidorl’s eyes makes Granard stiffen.

It’s not a magic eye. It’s not like he’s using any crazy magic.

The mere act of staring is enough to put Granard under pressure and make him hesitant to strike.

The spirit in Raidorl’s gaze is so sharp that it pierces the life out of him, and it goes straight through Granard without wavering.

Granard’s legs cowered as if they had been nailed to the floor by a force that would make a weakling fall to his knees and become incontinent.

“What’s the matter? Why can’t you speak? Are you so afraid of me?”

“…..!”

A mocking word. Granard’s eyes widen as he is pointed at.

‘But: I can’t lose to my brother.’ Granard squeezes out the words, feeling his lungs tighten.

“…… Nonsense! How can I be afraid of you? There is no way that I would be ……!”

“Hey, brother. You seem to have a lot of anger…and so do I. Did you really think I wasn’t angry with you for capturing Neimilia and Célia and holding them hostage?”

“Ghhh…..”

“Can you see it? You see my anger, my firm will to kill you. Do you see what I feel? Do you understand?”

Raidorl glared straight at Granard and lightly waved his Dáinsleif.

Instantly, like lava spewing from a crater, an enormous swirl of miasma surrounds Raidorl, raging like a storm.

The jet-black storm was the embodiment of Raidorl’s rage, and it was so terrifying that it sent goosebumps down Granard’s spine.

For Granard, who had been blessed by the witch, the miasma was nothing to be afraid of.

However, the dense anger and murderous intent in the jet-black storm was so intense that it froze him to the core.

“No more of this nonsense. If you have finished your will, then come at me!　Your power, your will, your justice,…… all will be cut down and denied!”

“Gu …… gaaaaaah!”

Granard roared like a beast.

It wasn’t that Granard was desperate. He had to become an animal who fights with his brother’s emotions, without reason, to be able to face the man standing in front of him.

“If you want to die so badly, I’ll gladly kill you! Go to hell!”

Granard’s body disappears. The sound of a kick on the floor echoes in the background.

Leaving the sound behind him, Granard reaches the speed of light and runs through the throne room in all directions.

“If you can’t see it, give it up! You can only keep up with my speed if you’re blessed by the goddess!”

“……….”

In the face of his brother king, who flies around at the speed of light, Raidorl does not move an inch.

Granard sneered at his brother’s lack of movement and slashed at him from above.

“Die, Raidorl!”

“………hm”

The sword of light was swung down and Raidol only needed to make a minimum movement to evade the incoming slash.

It was as if he had known the attack was coming. It was a brilliant evasion, as if he had foreseen the future.

“Na…..?”

“Hmp!”

Raidorl’s fist plunges into Granard’s shocked face.

“Gah!?”

Granard is released from the speed of light and rolls on the floor.

Granard was bewildered at what had happened to him. It was impossible for Raidorl to follow the speed with his eyes.

This is something that even the same holy sword holder, Célia Von Althlein, could not do.

The impossibility of this fact fills his thoughts with a blank.

“Don’t be a fool,……my sword……my lightning-fast blade……, is for you!”

“Spellbinding sword fighting technique”

“……!!”

Granard was rolling on the floor, holding his hands over his beaten face, when the sound of a voice sent shivers down his spine.

He turned around to see Raidorl’s right hand clutching the sword at his hip.

“Scorpion Strike!!!”

“Khhhhhh….!”

A jet-black slash flew at Granard. Granard rushed to use his speed of light and jumped up to the ceiling.

“Wha..!”

But it was a bad move.

Granard fled towards the ceiling, but as he jumped up, he found Raidorl already there, swinging his sword and unleashing a black slash.

Light is faster than anything else in the world, that is why it cannot bend. If Granand does not avoid it, he will plunge himself into the slashes.

“You mean to tell me you’ve guessed…… that I’m going to jump up……?”

Everything around him was moving slowly.

In the compressed time, reaching the speed of light, Granard felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Guuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, ……!”

Granard tried desperately to stop his body in mid-air, but once he had accelerated, there was no stopping his momentum.

“….!!”

And then, in what feels like an eternity of suspended time the impossible happens to Granard.

In the world of the speed of light, Raidorl is frozen in his slashing stance and has stopped moving. The lips moved slightly in the stopped time.

“Now!”

Raidorl’s lips spoke clearly.

“Gah, AAAAAAAAAaaaaaa”

At the speed of light, Granard plunged into the black slash, only to be sliced by the blade himself. Followed up by a whirlpool of miasma shot out from the sword, sending Granard’s body flying downwards.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhh ……!”

Granard was slashed by a jet-black slash that sent him crashing to the marble floor, spewing blood onto the floor.