Chapter 169

RMSBS – Episode 169 . Blood Princess (4)

As Desir and Dracul were locked in fierce battle, there was a similarly fierce battle on the top of the spire as well .

The floor had sunken in places . Broken pillars lay strewn everywhere .

The traces of battle here and there told the story of just how fierce the fight had been up until now .

“I don’t like people like you, those referred to as magical swordsmen . ”

Raden spoke as he looked at the Frozen Palace, half of which had been destroyed .

“Those bastards who couldn’t commit to either side and ended up just snooping around both . They just don’t have pride as a magician or as swordsmen . ”

He raised his head .

“That is why you will lose . ”

It was quite the deliberate provocation .

Most people tend to lose it and desperately try to attack, when their skills are looked down upon and their pride is assaulted . Naturally, if that person was a good magical swordsman, they would hold immense pride in themselves .

Adjest set her foot on top of a pillar made of ice and looked down at Raden .

It was as if she was looking down all humans, as if it was a natural thing to do .

A queen .

An empress of ice who looked down upon everything .

“Ridiculous . ”

“… ?”

“Talking condescendingly with such pride . You are just a leader of bandits at best . Why don’t you become more aware of your character first before rambling on like that?”

Raden’s eyebrows curved into a frown .

“You wouldn’t understand . We are… ”

“You are a piece of shit . ”

Adjest cut him off .

“I’m not at all curious about your business . Do you want me to understand you? You want me to show you some sympathy? Ridiculous . You’re a criminal . Whatever circumstance you may find yourself in and whatever purpose you may have, is a product of your own doing . You’re still a criminal after all . ”

Raden was flustered . He was not able to refute the unexpected remark from someone many times younger than himself .

“Enough with your nonsense . What a waste of time . Just bring it on . ”

Raden stormed out, feeling humiliated beyond his endurance .

*Clomp*

*Clomp*

But he had to halt his charge .

A chilly storm bore down upon him .

Raden felt the arctic gale pouring out of the sword that Adjest had raised .

She had tapped into the power of her sword, the Center of Ice .

It exuded an enormous amount of chill that seeped out and froze everything nearby .

*Crraaaack*

The chill continued to spread without slowing . With just a simple opening move, the temperature of the room had lowered by several dozen degrees .

Adjest’s previously invoked ice spells were of no comparison to it .

“Keuukk!”

Raden felt his body stiffening . He did all he could to pull out his Aura and shroud his entire body in it, but he still felt the chill reaching his bones .

However, this was only the beginning .

Following this, Adjest invoked a spell .

[Ice Empress]

She shone in a blinding ball of silver light .

It was her Imagery Magic .

A secret weapon that rapidly increased the physical ability of the wielder, by absorbing and utilizing the surrounding chilly air .

*Vrooooom*

When the magical power emanating from Adjest’s body and the cold released from the Center of Ice combined, a transcendental power emerged .

Her radiant golden gleam lost its tone and was soon dyed white .

A powerful cold air raged forth like a storm and cloaked Adjest .

“… ”

Raden subconsciously shivered slightly . His whole body was chilled just by standing here near Adjest .

Feather Mask .

Not too long ago, Raden felt this kind of sensation from her .

Knowing what this meant, Raden shook his head as if he was trying to rid himself of his anxiety .

“… What a foolish effort!”

Raden’s head was filled with rage at the fact that he was momentarily afraid of the young girl standing before him .

The Aura on the hatchet that he held shimmered like a flame .

Even though the icy-cold air was clawing at his body, Raden did not think that he would lose . He was confident in his own skills .

The next moment, that very thought disappeared as though it had been washed away by a tsunami . Adjest’s presence disappeared before his very eyes .

“… … !?”

Raden instinctively swung his weapon towards his back .

*Claaang*

There was a massive explosion .

Platinum hair billowed in the breeze . Before he knew it, Adjest had approached him from the rear and was swinging her sword at his unguarded back .

‘I missed?’

Raden was appalled at the fact that Adjest momentarily left his sight, due to her abrupt increase in speed .

Lucky…

That was the only word for it .

His body, which has been through countless battlefields, moved instinctively and thanks to this, he had been able to barely escape death .

Adjest kept pushing Raden back without a break .

*C-Clang*

*C-C-Claaang*

Adjest’s chained attacks were all weighty and swift .

Raden could not believe the situation he now found himself in . She belonged to the Rook Class, but was exceeding his power and speed .

It was hard to believe that she was even the same person from before .

‘That’s impossible . ’

As he found himself stuck on defense, his blood rushing toward his head seemed to have instantly froze .

‘I was too fast to judge . ’

He regretted a little too late and the lost time could not be returned .

Raden barely was able to endure Adjest’s frenzied attacks, since he still had the upper hand in the technical aspect of sword play .

He would predict the enemy’s way of thinking and identify the trajectory of the approaching sword .

However, he was barely coping .

Raden was slowly falling behind regarding power and speed .

Slowly but surely .

Little by little .

This forced him into a difficult situation .

It was an unpleasant, defensive battle . As time passed, his face slowly distorted .

*Crackkk*

On the other hand, Adjest had a composed expression on her face .

‘I already have experience fighting against a person with more advanced skills than me . ’

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It was her battle against Donape . An experience of facing off against one of the strongest people in the whole continent .

But there were two things that differed from back then .

‘Firstly, this person is much weaker than Donape in regards to power and speed . ’

Raden, King of Mountains, was clearly a strong swordsman .

However, he was obviously lacking in comparison to a transcendental being like Donape Aslan .

Above all, she did not feel the presence of an overpowering wall, like she felt from Donape .

‘Secondly, I am much stronger now than I was before . ’

Adjest took a step and struck a blow with all of her might .

*Claaang*

The hatchet’s blade that clashed against the Center of Ice broke off, and pieces of shrapnel flew in all directions .

Raden quickly took a step back . There was no time to panic . He quickly pulled out a new axe from a pocket near his chest .

Raden calmly concentrated in order to read Adjest’s sword trajectory .

‘Block the lower right corner of the sword trajectory, then catch her off guard with a counter attack… ’

*Claaang*

However, things didn't work out as Raden expected .

Adjest moved slightly faster than him .

It wasn’t that he wasn’t able to read the trajectory .

“Keeeuuuk!”

His body had slowed down for some reason .

Just by sharing an exchange of blows with Adjest, and from standing near her… Damage was slowly accumulating .

Raden’s Aura was continuously being consumed and the unrelenting chill burrowed deeply into his bones . His body was not moving like he wanted .

His body started to become unresponsive to his thoughts .

“Shittttttt!”

*Crashhh*

*Clang*

Another axe shattered into pieces, not being able to withstand Adjest’s blow .

He had no more spare weapons left . Raden tightly gripped the last hatchet he possessed .

His decision was fast and precise .

Raden started to scrape together the leftover Aura from the ground . Being pushed to his very limit, he prepared to unleash the strongest attack that he was capable of… and for death .

The desperate effort of a near King Class swordsman who was going to invoke a technique using every fiber of his being .

The moment Raden took a step in order to swing with everything he had .

*Pkkkhht*

Adjest’s sword penetrated his heart .

Raden’s body, which was currently skewered by the Center of Ice, slowly started to freeze over… starting with his heart .

The Aura that Raden gathered with all of his effort dispersed harmlessly into the air .

He spoke in disbelief .

“Became… Faster… ?”

If he attacked with the thought of mutually assured destruction, then the situation wouldn’t have turned out like this .

Even for Adjest, who was strengthened by her vision technique, there was no guarantee that she would be able to handle such a blow from Raden… a being only one step away from King Class .

Adjest took that situation into account and intentionally exerted a level of force that would be a step ahead of Raden, preventing him from executing his dying blow .

In the end, by consuming his power little by little, it was not difficult for her to employ her best effort to handle Raden’s power, which had already been weakened .

“Damn… ”

He seemed to have realized that fact from Adjest’s impassive face .

“You… won . ”

His body froze totally into a statue-like form .

*Crasshhh*

When Adjest pulled out the sword from his body, he broke apart like a glass and pieces scattered across the floor .

“Ha… … ”

After seeing the scattered pieces, Adjest let out a sigh . She then cancelled the spell that she was invoking and reasserted control over the power within the Center of Ice .

As Adjest’s hair returned to its former golden appearance, the surrounding temperature returned to normal .

Even though she just ended a battle, she took stock of her exhausted mana and examined the remaining duration of her Imagery Magic .

The battles that continued around them seemed to be ending as well .

*Baaang*

At that moment, there was a sound of explosion not too far from them .

Adjest turned around to look towards the location where the explosion was heard from .

‘Desir… ’

Now, there was only the battle between Desir and Dracul left .

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