Chapter 188: Power of Light (2)

In the center of explosive flames swallowing the whole school Knight howls.

“I have no intention of hearing nonsense. Die here. Alter Native!”

The flames spreading over the surrounding area burn Alter to ashes while bottom-upping Livy’s life force.

No escape place, not allowing avoidance, annihilating the enemy who jumped into the base while buffing allies. That is precisely the fighting way Sacred Knight is best at.

In the first place she has no need to learn swordsmanship.

Because she can annihilate enemies only by scattering the given power with abundant magical power of light. Even if a young lady who has never held a thing heavier than a teacup she can overrun the army of darkness.

Even that day a year ago if Arrow’s report that enemies are slipping inside the barrier had made it she could have completely sealed the then Alter. If filling the whole inside of the castle with flames there is no escape place for Alter, she should have been able to burn to ashes and destroy.

Therefore this ends.

No value in crossing swords, die here.

Maintain the flames as is and burn-destroy.

A wide-range attack released at this close distance. There is no way able to avoid, cannot prevent either.

“Knight!”

Yes, the time she convinced and almost relaxed.

Adre shouts. While maintaining combat stance, seeping impatience in the voice.

“Damage is not passing! Holy flames are prevented…!”

She does not doubt that report.

She knows Adre’s, the younger brother’s ability. The five senses strengthened by the power of growth are far superior to Knight’s. Therefore Adre’s words are probably truth.

But even so she could not stop the expression of confusion floating.

(Prevented? My flames?)

For an instant she thought maybe not in full condition from Leas’s matter.

But immediately self-diagnoses her own condition. Fine, there should be no problem.

Even if there was a problem Knight herself cannot notice she does not think weakened to a degree prevented by magic of darkness. Even if half the usual power she should have been able to pass damage to Alter.

“…After all plating, but this degree seems able to prevent without problem.”

The explosive flames are wiped.

Vision opens.

Alter who had flames slammed was unscathed as Adre said.

In the spherical water barrier the white-haired Magician Diabolic laughs. As if saying the effect as assumed.

“…!”

In that instant Knight kicked the ground.

While maintaining strengthening toward Adre and Livy to swing the holy sword Galatina.

(Flame resistance? Some countermeasure against light magic? …Either!)

If smash-cutting with this greatsword the same.

Close the range in a straight line and smash-cut together with the defense…!

The blade reaches Alter, right before that he manifested something from the right arm.

(Whatever kind of thing!)

There is no way able to stop the slash swung with full power.

In the meaning of Knight’s own strength, in the meaning of the weapon’s quality.

She releases a full-spirit slash. Before the blade swung while drawing a half-moon the possibility of darkness surviving is absolutely none.

“…Certainly I am a magician, but.”

However what rings is not a cutting sound but a metal sound.

Together with that timbre of steel and steel biting Alter is blown away vigorously.

Prevented.

But not that damage is not passing. A voice of suffering proves he could not kill the impact.

Then no problem, power and skill this side is higher.

Therefore pursuit. That kind of thinking was painted over by another emotion.

“Did you think a man who can only do that in that land can live.”

In the talking Alter’s right hand is one spear.

A white-silver spear with elegant decoration unfitting him wrapped in black clothes. The ominous shine wrapping purple lightning Knight knew.

That is a weapon that long had no user.

The difficult holy spirit without choosing a new user was decorating in the treasure storehouse. A holy spear.

That name.

“‘Holy Spear of Thunder Rondimiream’ was it. Quite good condition.”

“Why do the likes of you that…!?”

She does not understand the meaning.

Why is that here now in this place.

Why is Alter behaving as if the master of the holy spear.

He readies the spear as if showing off and sneers.

“…Your world is simple. Those with aptitude as warriors protecting Calmate’s order get strong, conversely those who disturb the current order decline.”

Suddenly Alter started talking incomprehensible things.

Comparing Knight and Adre as if saying ‘you siblings are a miniature of that world’.

“Justice protecting order gets stronger and gains confidence, existences with possibility of becoming enemies of order get weaker and lose confidence.”

In Calmate villains never win against justice Sacred.

Because justice is always the strongest, a shine not violated by anything.

Villains are thoroughly roles that get destroyed by justice. Not regarded as equal opponents.

“Precisely because of that countermeasures against evil possessing power are sloppy. To a degree the formula the correct maximum fighting power should use is this easily utilized!”

Directing the spear tip to the sky Alter shouts.

In that instant magical power of darkness. Black aura blew out.

Responding to that light overflows from the holy spear.

That thin compared to the magical power of darkness Alter himself generated clings to Alter as if covering the darkness.

That is like plating painting.

“Formula mastery, structure alteration, magical-power disguise. Full process complete.”

Light. No, darkness painted with light overflows.

‘Master the transformation formula’, ‘alter the description’ that ‘Sacred is female’ existing in the formula, and by covering the magical power of darkness with light ‘disguise the amount of magical power of light’.

Ah, yes.

Possessing light, contracting with a holy spirit, possessing holy armament.

Though there is an exception of Earth origin named Knuckle, that is precisely.

“…Sacred Change…!”

In that instant change started from Alter’s right arm.

White streaks spread as if eroding from the right hand gripping the spear.

A luxurious gauntlet is generated on the right arm, and a lightning-like gold mesh was added to the bangs.

And the right eye crushed by Saber is generated by magical power. Making the tribal tattoo shine gold, gazing at Knight with a charging artificial eye Alter raised the mouth corner.

“Light is advantageous to darkness only by being light. In that law how does I who is darkness fight you?”

That was a distorted transformation.

The arm is covered by a white-silver gauntlet, the coat is also dyed white. Only from the right arm to the right shoulder, and only the right eye and part of the bangs.

Other than that remains the original black clothes, an unbalanced appearance as if eroded by light. But even so.

“A simple talk. If I myself become light Sacred fine.”

That change was precisely a thing of Sacred.

Making the right arm’s gauntlet wrap purple lightning Alter Native sneers.

This is precisely the thing he wanted.