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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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“Tsk tsk.”
Though slightly taken aback by Christine’s unexpected appearance, Bianca didn’t show it.
She possessed a certain level of confidence in combat.
Bianca stretched out the red threads.
In this darkness, only the red objects emitted light: Jekkiel’s eyes, Christine’s eyes, and Bianca’s red threads.
“Just because you’re seated in a Sin’s position… you think you’re something special.”
Bianca flicked her fingers, and the red threads, woven into sharp needles, prepared to fly towards Christine.
They were about to pierce her neck.
Or rather, they were about to try to pierce her neck.
But at that moment.
Kwadududududududududuuk!
A deafening roar, as if eardrums would burst, and simultaneously, a crimson aura of sword energy flew towards Bianca.
‘What?’
Fortunately, the threads didn’t break, but the crimson sword energy was wreaking havoc on them, twisting them as if they were rubber bands.
‘Dangerous.’
The sword energy flew towards her, even through the myriad of threads.
Sensing that its sharpness was no joke, Bianca had no choice but to focus all the threads she was going to attack with into defense.
Tudduk… Ttuk! Ttuk!
However, the sword energy continued to advance, even cutting through the threads.
And so, finally.
“Crazy…!”
Bianca let go of the threads, rolling across the floor to evade the sword energy.
But even rolling wasn’t easy with such speed.
Pishoot!
Blood splattered from her cheek.
It was her first time seeing such fast sword energy, so Bianca dazedly touched her cheek.
“…What?”
It was a foolish word, but she muttered it once more.
Bianca’s gaze turned toward the source of the sword energy, the man, not Christine.
And she was finally able to get him in view.
It was a weary-looking man with massive bat wings, glowing with a red light.
Tuk.
The man let the handle of his scythe touch the floor.
Only then did she realize that the sword energy had come from the scythe.
“I’ll deal with you myself, Bianca.”
“Wh-what did you say.”
It wasn’t that she stammered because the fact that Jekkiel was going to face her was surprising.
It was because Jekkiel looked incredibly powerful, far beyond what she had expected, making her flustered.
Tired eyes.
Those eyes, though looking simply tired, were different from those that were merely fatigued.
As someone who had worked as Vivian’s shadow, Bianca knew.
How much pain one must endure to create such emotionless, weary eyes.
How strong a sense of duty they must possess—she realized.
He looked more frightening than ever, yet there wasn’t even a hint of bloodlust.
Perhaps, when bloodlust is at its peak, it disappears.
It seemed that was the case.
He made Christine, who held a rapier, step back, and Jekkiel slowly opened his mouth.
“I’m growing weaker. I know it.”
His voice seemed to be suppressing something that was rising within him.
He continued calmly.
“The more you have to protect, the weaker you become. I know that, yet I continue to increase what I must protect. I think of it less as weakening, and more as dividing my power. But…”
Jekkiel picked up the scythe again.
“In this space, there’s nothing I have to protect. So, you probably won’t die peacefully.”
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Jekkiel began walking slowly towards Bianca, dragging the scythe along the floor.
“Damn it…”
Taking students as hostages had always been a given, so she hadn’t anticipated a one-on-one battle like this.
A mere sword energy was cutting through Bianca’s equipment, the red threads?
She knew she would be at a disadvantage in a one-on-one fight.
But she hadn’t thought the gap would be this large.
‘What should I do?’ Cold sweat trickled down Bianca’s back.
‘Should I try to break through the Queen’s Nest?’
But she also knew she couldn’t break through.
To escape from here, she would have to kill Christine, but she knew she couldn’t do that either.
Thud.
Thud.
Jekkiel still pressed down on the ground with a nonchalant expression.
One step.
Two steps.
The distance between Bianca and Jekkiel closed.
But despite realizing this, Bianca didn’t even think about stepping back.
Perhaps the fight was already over.
Bianca glanced at Christine’s eyes.
She, who had picked up her rapier with the determination to kill Bianca, now had a too-calm expression as she suppressed her breathing.
It wasn’t because she had suppressed her anger well.
It was because it seemed she was merely staying still as she knew the moment Jekkiel would lose would never come.
That made Bianca anxious.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Bianca could only lick her lips and survey the situation.
She had faced many moments where she felt like a mouse before a snake, but this time, it felt like she had encountered an eagle.
The moment she moved rashly, her body would be torn apart.
Finally, the distance between them became very close.
Jekkiel quietly said as he looked down at Bianca,
“Die on your own. That’s the best way for you to die.”
A voice colder than anything.
Bianca thought for a moment.
How should she act in this situation to make the best move?
And that thought didn’t last long.
“Ugh!”
If she couldn’t escape, the only thing she could do was unleash her strongest attack.
Bianca jumped high into the air, spreading her red threads like a spiderweb.
Yes, to survive, she had to rush at her opponent, not run away, and create the smallest opening.
Chwaaaak!
The massive nets that had spread into the air began to surround Jekkiel.
But it wasn’t just a net to hold him down.
Each strand of thread was a weapon with sharp dark mana, intended to shred him apart.
Christine’s eyebrows twitched slightly, but Jekkiel didn’t even flinch.
No, rather he seemed to be getting calmer.
As if he had finally just started getting absorbed in a book at the library.
And the next moment.
Hwaaak!
The blade of the scythe Jekkiel was holding began to glow red as if it was on fire.
No, it was only coated in blood, but it looked as if it was burning.
The scythe began to resonate loudly – Huuuung—
“……”
Bianca momentarily had the absurd thought that perhaps the scythe was in pain.
Jekkiel lightly swung the scythe once.
Then, the scythe exploded forwards as if drawing a path through the air.
Seogeok— Seogeok—
Jekkiel’s scythe, leaving a red trail, cut through Bianca’s threads easily.
The threads that had at least stretched like rubber bands and held up a moment ago, now could not even do that much and were cut weakly.
Difference in power.
That was the only way to describe it.
After cutting through all the threads, Jekkiel rushed at Bianca.
Bianca tried to retreat hastily.
Seogeok—!
But again, it was a pointless action.
Bianca’s right arm was cut off helplessly.
The black snake’s face was filled with shock.
She couldn’t help but feel powerless.
No matter what she did, she couldn’t see a way to survive.
“N-no way…”
And, sadly, the severing of her right arm was the lightest of the misfortunes that were about to befall Bianca.
She tried to grab a red thread, desperate to hold onto anything, but she couldn’t reach them.
All that remained for her were the pieces of her body that were about to be cut off.
“S-stop. Let’s talk. I can be usefu-…”
“Useless.”
Seogeok! Seogeok! Seogeok!
It was a massacre to the point that the word ‘cut’ seemed inappropriate.
“Kk-kyaaak! Kyaaaaaak!”
Bianca’s body wasn’t being cut apart, but rather, it was as if something that had been assembled was being taken apart again, falling apart.
The blood splattered messily into the air from the cleanly severed edges—but was then sucked into Jekkiel’s scythe.
It was even more grotesque that way.
“Die.”
With that one word, the Queen’s Nest was silenced.
Now, the only living beings in this nest were Christine and Jekkiel.
“Are you alright?”
After confirming the situation had ended, Christine carefully asked.
But the answer was already written in Jekkiel’s eyes.
His eyes seemed to look beyond the Queen’s Nest.
At his representative student, still competing in the distance.
Charlotte Forte.
“……”
Christine silently nodded, and began releasing the Queen’s Nest.
And she wanted to say something to Jekkiel, but she worried and worried, and then worried again about what to say.
“I’ll always cheer for you.”
That was all she could say.
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[Bro just wants to take a nap, not solve demon rubiks cubes]
