Chapter 201: Evil Ideas

The warmth of the battle within the coliseum was subsiding.

The aftermath of the battle created pits right here and there, and regardless of the strengthened magic, no stone wall remained intact.

Within the midst of this eerie ambiance, Shiron alternated glances between his hand and the holy sword, muttering.

“…The sensation is nice.”

When he beheaded the golden-armored knight, the feeling of an nearly breaking however then snapping neck introduced an indescribable pleasure to his fingertips. It was a sense he had by no means skilled when slicing down monsters in the course of the expedition or ending off the 2nd and fifth Apostles.

Swinging the sword with the rebound of an exploding floor was naturally totally different from the previous when he solely wielded it with power.

Nevertheless,

Shiron believed that this motion was considerably associated to shouting the approach identify. Since he had invested blessings solely in response and agility, there can be no [Blessing of Wrath], thus no unwanted side effects like emotional elevation.

Shiron slowly introduced down the holy sword whereas shouting the approach identify.

“…Nice Slash.”

[It’s too plain to attach a technique name.]

“Why?”

Shiron burned off the filth on the holy sword and stared at a spot within the air. There, Latera, in her spirit kind, peeked her head out.

“It’s simply an assault that goes whoosh and cuts massive. I believe it wants extra of your distinctive spirit.”

“…Although it’s embarrassing to say, it was an ideal mix of magic and bodily artwork. There was a splendid explosion underfoot, and the holy sword emitted stunning mild. What’s flawed with giving it a reputation?”

“The issue is the identify.”

Latera crossed her arms and seemed up at Shiron.

“What’s Nice Slash? What’s Nice Slash?”

“…”

“It’s not cool in any respect. Lucia… Kyrie named [Thunder Roar], [True Martial Thunder Fist], and the [Falling Star] you simply carried out… these are a lot cooler.”

Twitch-

‘I do have cool approach names.’

As she faintly heard that her approach names have been thought of cool, Lucia centered her listening to. Although simply moments in the past she needed to cover in a gap, embarrassed and blushing, Lucia, who thirsted for reward, crept nearer to them as quickly as her identify was talked about.

Nevertheless, opposite to her expectations, Shiron continued with relentless criticism.

“If Kyrie weren’t right here, my Nice Slash can be higher.”

Shiron responded with a chuckle to Latera, who unusually didn’t aspect with him.

“My approach names include humor, not superficiality.”

“…Humor?”

“Sure, they embody the head of effectivity solely to kill the opponent. The luxurious explosions or the holy mild adorning the environment are all unavoidable unwanted side effects.”

“That’s true. I admit your strategies aren’t flashy.”

“Proper?”

“However the identify is simply too ridiculous.”

Latera rolled her eyes, unwilling to concede to Shiron’s logic. Usually, she would agree with him, however now, each the reincarnated Lucia with Kyrie’s reminiscences and her companion Seira have been eavesdropping on this dialog.

Latera, conscious of every part however irritated by Shiron’s delicate teasing, discovered it secondary to the pity she felt for the reincarnated Lucia.

“What’s Nice Slash? Nice Slash? If it’s because the identify suggests, it’s ineffective besides when slashing at a giant enemy. However Kyrie’s approach names apply in any state of affairs.”

“I… I believe Kyrie’s naming is healthier too?”

“Hero! Me too! Me too!”

“In fact, it’s best to take part.”

Glad with the affectionate gesture, Shiron prolonged his hand to Latera and Seira in flip.

As a hero get together, they might face many battles sooner or later, and this battle had yielded fairly a very good consequence. Synchronizing their teamwork and sustaining camaraderie throughout the group was vital. He needed to create a focus by repeating this small however particular motion.

“It is a bit ticklish…”

Was it in the intervening time when he was about to clap palms with Seira for the final time?

“Brother. Me too.”

A voice not concerned within the battle was heard.

“I wish to do it too.”

“…”

A quiet voice.

With out a sound, Siriel had appeared. She stared intently at Shiron and prolonged her hand. As if she had simply completed coaching, her proper handheld the jeweled sword, Spica.

“…In fact.”

Clap-

Shiron smiled brightly and clapped his hand with Siriel’s. Nevertheless, it appeared Siriel wasn’t glad with simply that.

As their palms met, Siriel interlocked her fingers with Shiron’s.

Squeeze- The tightening grip felt like a snake constricting its prey. The warmth from Shiron’s battle and Siriel’s coaching mingled. Sweat combined. Rub rub. Creak creak. Ticklish…

It appeared like a traditional handplay, however not solely Lucia, but additionally Seira and Latera, felt an eerie chill down their spines.

Was this the backlash of avoiding Siriel for 2 months? Though it was unavoidable because of the knight order succession… Lucia all of a sudden felt the state of affairs turning into weird, and Seira pitied Shiron.

Beep beep beep beep beep-

Latera tried to disregard the alarm ringing in her ears. She had no time to fret. Ever since Siriel appeared, the alarm had been ringing, making her knees weak and filling her with a terror that made her wish to collapse.

“Hoo…”

However opposite to everybody’s expectations, Siriel let go of the interlocked palms and did nothing extra. She simply drew a delicate arc on her lips… and smiled brightly.

“Mom mentioned she’d scold us if we don’t clear up rapidly. I’ll assist too.”

“Aren’t you drained from coaching?”

“I’m positive.”

Siriel floated Spica within the air and rolled up her sleeves.

“Aren’t you drained from the battle? I’ll work laborious sufficient for each of us.”

“…Thanks.”

“For those who’re grateful, do that too.”

Siriel barely bowed her head and introduced the highest of her head to Shiron. It was a request to be patted. It appeared she had seen Shiron patting Lucia’s head earlier. Pondering sooner than he did in battle, Shiron granted Siriel’s want.

“As anticipated, Siriel is variety.”

Regardless of being a lot taller and extra grown-up than Seira, Siriel nonetheless had a childlike aspect. Shiron, with a content material expression, doted on Siriel to his coronary heart’s content material.

……

Seira, who couldn’t see the message window, sighed in reduction, however Latera, who may, continued to sweat regardless of the alarm subsiding.