Chapter 40:

‘The place may Phillip have gone?’

Felicia Oswald contemplated as she swung her sword. The battle with the Manticore was each vexing and demanding of her utmost focus.

The creature’s powerful, leathery pores and skin resisted sword strikes as a consequence of its inherent anti-magic properties. Furthermore, the venomous stinger on its tail may paralyze even an ogre with its potent poison, making its massive, highly effective forelegs appear much less threatening compared.

‘If solely I may grasp the Rotating Sword like Phillip…’

Felicia believed that with the Rotating Sword approach taught by Phillip, she may discover a strategy to pierce Manticore. Nonetheless, she was not but as expert with it as Phillip.

She wanted a small opening, and for that, Janice was her greatest wager.

‘Lua isn’t prepared to hitch the combat simply but. However what’s going to occur when Phillip exhibits up? And the place on earth did he disappear to?’

She had been taking a nap when immediately she felt the presence of the monstrous creature. Reacting swiftly, she dodged the venomous stinger that got here dangerously near her facet, and her hair flew untamed.

“These infuriating girls simply received’t hand over.”

The face of the previous man on the Manticore’s head twisted right into a depressing expression. Quickly, a stream of cursed phrases started to spew from the creature’s mouth.

“Professor!”

Ordinarily, curses would impair one’s sight, listening to, and decelerate their actions. Nonetheless, Janice’s Fireball Spell interrupted the curses halfway, stopping their full impact.

No matter how historic and high-ranking the creature was within the meals chain, it left itself weak to its personal magic when casting in opposition to Janice.

In the meantime, Lua stood along with her sword drawn, misplaced in thought. Her expertise was undeniably destined to shine brightly, however for now, having solely not too long ago taken up the sword, she was nonetheless a novice.

She couldn’t fathom how she might be of help within the present state of affairs.

‘… I wish to assist too.’

The Manticore crammed her with worry. The repulsive face of the previous man on the lion’s physique and the sight of the sharp, venomous stinger on its tail despatched shivers down her backbone.

But, Janice, who stood earlier than her, appeared equally formidable.

Her legs trembled like bamboo within the wind, and each time she turned to verify on Lua’s security, tears welled up in her terrified eyes.

Regardless of the overwhelming worry, Janice was decided to guard Lua.

Lua tightly grasped the Basic’s Sword, a present from Philip, as she gazed unwaveringly on the intense battle unfolding earlier than her.

Her eyes slowly narrowed.

‘Swordsmanship is the artwork of mastering the sword, Lua. To place it merely, it’s about rendering your opponent powerless with the blade. For that, your sword should make contact along with your adversary’s physique, proper? Slashing, thrusting, evading their assaults, utilizing intelligent techniques—all these methods serve one goal.’

Recollections of Philip’s teachings flooded her thoughts.

‘When my sword connects with the opponent, it’s sport over, whatever the technique used.’

Stuffed with an nearly trance-like willpower, Lua stepped again, clutching the sword. Although she had not too long ago change into extra attuned to the ability of magic, she was nonetheless unaware of any means to bolster her physique utilizing it. All she may do was put all her power into hurling the sword at Manticore.

Ordinarily, tossing a mere sword would hardly threaten Manticore—a bit like throwing a light-weight twig at a large beast.

The issue lay in the truth that the “Basic’s Sword” appeared like an impressive piece of magical craftsmanship; it was usual by the best alloy artarium, and crafted by essentially the most expert mages. It emanated a delicate, darkish gleam, and the hilt and pommel have been exquisitely adorned with Younson’s creative aptitude.

Manticore couldn’t afford to dismiss the sword’s potential.

Inside the “Basic’s Sword,” there undeniably lay traces of aura.

After all, the sword’s dimensions and weight robotically adjusted to suit its wielder’s physique, however Lua had no means of understanding this.

Manticore swiftly sidestepped, evading Lua’s sword.

However Felicia didn’t let the chance slip away. She targeted completely, granting herself the mandatory composure to deftly spin her sword.

“Haaah!”

Empowered by magic, Felicia’s pace matched Manticore’s. Her sword carved alongside the creature’s facet.

Although the thick conceal didn’t break up completely, it was a formidable blow.

“Kwaaaargh!”

Manticore’s bellow resounded throughout the lake, its recent blood staining the bottom because it staggered again, and growled in anger.

The odor of sweat wasn’t as disagreeable as Janice had anticipated.

‘Is it as a result of she’s lovely?’

Whereas indulging in frivolous ideas, Janice set free a wry smile.

“You’ve been by means of so much, Janice,” praised Philip.

“Oh, it’s nothing. In spite of everything, the Teacher saved my life final time… Ah… sure.”

As Janice continued talking, her physique slumped as if she have been a collapsed doll. Felicia was shocked, and bent right down to verify her situation and set free a sigh of aid when she realized Janice was merely asleep.

Then her gaze turned to Philip.

“So, care to elucidate what all that is about? Who’s that girl, and the place have you ever been all this time?”

Felicia appeared visibly upset, as anybody can be after waking as much as a life-and-death battle.

Philip’s throat tensed, and beads of sweat shaped.

“Lua, are you alright? Come right here.”

He known as for the crying Lua, who rushed into his arms, sobbing.

Philip embraced her and gently patted her again, making an attempt to reassure her.

“It should have been terrifying. Nevertheless it’s over now. It’s throughout.”

“Sob… Hiccup.”

Lua sobbed, clinging tightly to Philip. Felicia couldn’t intervene, so she turned her consideration to the mysterious girl who appeared out of nowhere.

The girl was unclothed, along with her lengthy hair barely concealing her modesty. To Felicia, who had lived her entire life as a noble woman, it was fairly provocative.

“Oh, the kid. The kid who can identify me. I can really feel it clearly. This baby is destined for greatness.”

Ignoring Felicia fully, the Lake Fairy targeted her gaze solely on Lua.

“Sure, that’s proper.”

Philip recalled a scene from the unique sport that had been extremely difficult, a pivotal second.

Naming the dying fairy whereas warding off demons and witnessing Lua’s progress.

Naming a fairy was a process reserved just for people with immense destinies, as seen in legends and myths. Within the founding myths and tales of knights, there was at all times a scene the place they named a fairy.

And Lua was a woman able to conducting simply that.

“… However she’s not certified but. I’m a fairy who has lived for 13 hundred years, and whereas that lady could possibly identify a younger fairy, she’s removed from having the ability to identify me.”

“Excuse me?”

The Lake Fairy’s response caught Philip off guard.

“Precisely as I mentioned. That lady hasn’t completed sufficient to call me.”

“What do you imply?”

Felicia cocked her head in puzzlement. She couldn’t fathom the importance of her identify or why it mattered a lot.

The Lake Fairy narrowed her gaze.

“… You could take accountability in your phrases. Do you agree?”

“Can’t we wait till the kid is ready?”

In response to Philip’s inquiry, the Lake Fairy tilted her head downward.

“I’m weary of listening to such empty guarantees. What number of years do you assume I’ve lived? Don’t you want to keep away from changing into a liar? There’s just one means.”

Philip nervously gulped, awaiting the Lake Fairy’s subsequent phrases. Pressure was excessive, and battle appeared imminent.

The Lake Fairy narrowed her eyes, piercing Philip along with her gaze, then lastly spoke.

“Give me your identify.”