/Maria's Perspective/
The Black Knight spoke as if asking for the true intention again,
"I ask you again, question your beliefs. Why do you fight?"
The tense atmosphere lingered.
After a brief pause, the man spoke, "There was no other way for me to live except this! My wife died, my daughter died, all because of some petty doctrine!"
As expected, he was from the generation that had lived through those turbulent times.
"No one, absolutely no one, helped us. We were just caught up in everything!"
He continued, "I hate it. I hate it all. I want to destroy this messed up world like that woman over there who knows nothing about suffering. I want to crush it all to pieces!"
He mentioned me by name and I flinched.
I could only imagine the extent of his suffering.
Then, it seemed as if the Black Knight had made up his mind, his eyes filled with conviction.
"Ha! Come at me! Is that all you got? Phantom!"
Gratche directed his hatred-filled gaze towards the Black Knight, gathering an unprecedented amount of magic in his right hand.
It was dangerous. That magic had the power to kill instantly. Gratche hadn't even unleashed his full power yet.
It was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper; a mere graze would be fatal.
"I have an unyielding belief."
"What is that exactly?"
"I just want to see a future where everyone is happy!" exclaimed the Black Knight.
"Don't be stupid!" roared Grache, drowning out his words.
In an instant, in a world that lasted no more than a second, the Black Knight deployed five attribute magic.
He had pulled out weapons that he had not had in his hands until then.
Four weapons.
A floating long sword, shield, spear, and axe, probably enchanted with wind magic.
Each one had fire, water, lightning, and earth magic added to it.
"I can't believe it..." she said incredulously.
She had always thought that the Black Knight Phantom had a lot of magical power, but didn't think he had such aptitude for magic.
But she was wrong.
That Black Knight had aptitude for magic in addition to close combat, and at least for five attributes.
Five attributes...
"The number of attributes he has is unprecedented in the world.
Firstly, having a talent for magic is not something that is given to everyone.
Although everyone has magical power, there are not many who can handle it properly.
In a world where having one aptitude for magic is enough to be called a Magus, having two or more is considered a genius.
Moreover, his spellcasting is too fast. When casting a spell, one needs to transmit the magical power from their body to the mana in nature through incantation.
If one is talented, they can activate the magic by transmitting the magical power from their body to the mana through visualization.
I can use fire magic without incantation, but it still requires a lot of concentration.
"However, all of his magic is at least intermediate level..."
"That's incredible," I am shock.
In this passage, the speaker is amazed by the abilities of the black knight, who is able to use five different types of advanced magic.
that even the most talented mages can usually only master one or two types of magic, and it would take a lifetime to reach the level of mastery that the black knight has achieved.
I wonders where the black knight came from, as they have never heard of anyone with such incredible abilities before.
They reflect on how heroes in stories are often able to use all types of magic, but this seems impossible in real life.
I even admits to having written a novel about falling in love with a hero who could do such things, but now they realize that the hero they imagined is standing right in front of them.
"I can't believe it... the prince is really here."
But it's not just that.
His face, partially hidden by the mask, is well-proportioned and handsome.
It's hard to tell his age, but he looks surprisingly young.
Maybe in his 30s, or even his 20s?
I can't believe it... or maybe, I should believe it even more.
"Ah..."
His beautiful black eyes are visible behind the mask, and for a moment, they meet mine.
My heart starts racing, and I feel heat rising in my cheeks.
Beautiful. Too beautiful.
More handsome than any gentleman I've met in my entire life.
I think I've fallen in love for the first time in my life.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. I forgot to breathe. I couldn't even move my body.
I was mesmerized by his stunning technique, his physique, and his conviction.
He said, "I want everyone to have a happy future."
If a powerless person were to speak such words, they would be laughed at.
It's a beautiful conviction, but people would say, "Look at reality." It's just idealism.
But that gentleman had no doubts whatsoever.
And he had the persuasive power to make it happen.
I might be witnessing a legend right now.
And I've fallen in love with that legend.
To the prince I've been waiting for all my life.
"Let's give it our all and fight back..."
The magical power surrounding the body of the black knight Phantom had reached its critical point.
"Ha! Here we go!"
Even though I knew I couldn't win, my bloodshot eyes showed my unwavering determination.
I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life.
"Extra...Bullet!"
A rainbow-colored flash.
That was the only way to describe it.
The holy power of the hero from a fairy tale, a flash that repels magic, and the aurora that legend says once defeated evil gods and demons, depicted in stained glass windows of churches.
I was so moved by the sight as if I were being purified.
"The magic power enveloping the body of the black knight Phantom had reached its critical point.
"Ha! Let's go!"
Though he knew he couldn't win, Gracchio's bloodshot eyes revealed an unyielding determination.
I will never forget this moment in my life.
"Extra...Bullet!"
A rainbow-colored flash of light.
There was no other way to describe it.
It was the holy power of the hero in fairy tales.
It was a flash of light that drove away evil.
It was the aurora of legend that had once vanquished a demon god and the demon race, depicted in the stained glass windows of churches.
I was moved by the sight as if I was being purified.
The world was extended into seconds by the flashes of light.
Blades of light that cut through the darkness.
The weapon that was deployed bared its fangs at Gracchio.
A skill that cut through the air.
Gracchio's all-out attack, enveloped in water attribute, was nullified by a shield, and then two swords and an ax's barrage attacked Gracchio, making his figure disappear in an explosion.
"What!"
Eleanor's fearful voice resounded beside me.
The last spear, covered in lightning, bared its fangs at Eleanor.
The battle, which had seemed eternal, ended quickly.
"Amazing..."
Eleanor fell down, foaming at the mouth.
Gracchio barely clung to life.
It was a resounding victory for the black knight Phantom.