[Author's Note: Hey, everyone! Damian here! I have great news! Last night on July 5, we have just reached 10k views on Old Knight In Another World! I honestly can't believe it! So, I've decided to celebrate such an incredible achievement by releasing a special side chapter after this. As always, thank you for your support and enjoy!]
Prince Albert POV:
HAHAHAHAHA!
This power is exhilarating!
No one can stop me now!
"DIE, OLD MAN!"
"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!"
With each word, I launched a flurry of attacks that the old man could barely keep up with, forcing him to be constantly on the defensive.
"HAHAHAHAHA! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE ONE ON THE RECEIVING END!?! ALL THAT TALK ABOUT HOW YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE A COMEBACK IS BULLSH*T!"
"YOU'RE JUST AN OLD FOSSIL PAST HIS PRIME AND BEDTIME! SO ALLOW ME TO PUT YOU TO REST!"
Using the power of Balarog's heart, I clad my fists with intense red flames, brought them together and smashed down where the old geezer stood.
*BOOM!*
A large dust cloud was created from the impact and temporarily blocked my vision.
I solved this small problem by flapping my wings. Although not large or strong enough to enable me to fly, I could easily create a gust of wind that could send arrows flying off their path or blow away a dust cloud.
With the dust cloud gone, I found myself in the middle of a hundred-meter-in-diameter crater that was twenty feet deep.
I looked around to see if the old man was still kicking.
Nothing.
"I-I DID IT! I WON!"
"MWUHAHAHAHAHAHA! FINALLY! AFTER ALL THAT HUMILIATION, YOU'RE FINALLY DEAD!"
"NOW, NO ONE CAN STAND IN MY PATH!"
"IT'S TOO BAD YOU AREN'T ALIVE! I WOULD HAVE LOVED FOR YOU TO SEE WHAT I'LL DO WITH THAT SHARON B*TCH!"
"HAHAHAHAHA! IT'LL BE A BLAST! AFTER I TEAR DOWN THAT ACCURSED FAMILY, I'LL FORCE THEM INTO ETERNAL SERVITUDE! I'LL HAVE THE MEN THROWN TO THE MINES, AND WOMEN SERVE AS SLAVES!"
"THEN I'LL HAVE THAT B*TCH AND ANY OTHER WOMAN RELATED TO HER HUMILIATED! I'LL INVITE ALL MY FRIENDS OVER TO-"
Before I could finish my sentence, I felt an immense pressure over my head.
Suddenly, the survival instincts I gained from Balarog's heart kicked in.
I immediately leaped to my side, and mere moments later, something came crashing down on the exact spot mere moments ago where I stood.
The force and power behind that attack was so strong it blew me away several dozen feet.
The crater, previously a hundred feet wide and twenty feet deep, became a thousand meters wide and a hundred meters deep.
If it weren't for these dragon scales that I inherited from absorbing Balarog's essence, I would have been on the ground half-dead at best and wiped out of existence at worst.
However, that doesn't mean I was in good shape.
Several of my scales were missing, the wings on my back were in tatters, and my claws had their nails in pieces.
Not to mention every fibre of my muscles was screaming in pain.
I looked at the epicentre of this deadly attack to see what may have caused it.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Stabbed into the ground was a single simple longsword that looked as though it were crafted from the pure light of the heavens.
Looking closely, such a description wasn't a stretch as I felt immense repulsion from the abundant Holy mana and energy radiating from that blade.
Sh*t!
This isn't good!
Balarog was an Evil Dragon! Despite being widely known as a Fire Dragon, he still inherited some of the traits from his Evil Dragon Ancestors that make them suppressed to users of Light and Holy magic!
I counted my chickens before they hatched!
Calm down, Albert!
You're the Third Prince of the great Beland Kingdom! A single Holy Sword isn't enough to beat you!
Despite my high emotions, I somehow managed to calm myself down.
Strange, usually I'd get really worked up in a situation like this. I wonder why?
Did it have something to do with absorbing Balarog's essence?
I should ask that shady guy for more information after this.
Alright, judging by the power of that attack, I think he poured his last bit of energy into it as a final ditch effort to stop me.
As long as I find him and don't give him a chance to rest, I'll win.
Then, a voice boomed from the skies.
"BOY! I HAVE TOLERATED YOUR ATROCIOUS BEHAVIOUR FOR LONG ENOUGH! DISRESPECTING YOUR ELDERS WAS ONE THING AND SOMETHING I CAN PUT UP WITH, BUT THREATENING TO DEFILE A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAIDEN! THAT IS SOMETHING A GENTLEMAN AND A KNIGHT SUCH AS MYSELF CANNOT IGNORE!"
"PREPARE FOR THE NEXT LESSONS!"
I tilted my head up and saw the sight of thousands of Holy Swords surrounding the floating old man who I thought would be half-dead.
What's worse was that all the Holy Swords emitted the same amount of power as the one that nearly killed me from before.
...
"F*ck."
Charles POV:
Now, before we get to the grand finale, I bet some of you want to know what I did to come out unscathed and ready to launch a sword barrage.
I won't bore you with long details since you've all waited three chapters for the highlight, but this is what happened.
As Prince Lizard slammed his fists down, I clad my legs with mana and used minimal effort to dodge it.
It was fairly easy to do so since that attack was much slower than that odorous breath attack of his.
Then, I flew into the air.
Yes, I can fly, comes with the perks of being a Hero, so don't go daydreaming that I'm using some fancy complicated magic formula or artifact to do so.
Moments later after I got into the air, Prince LIzard began screaming obscenities about what he would do to Miss Lilith and her household.
Hearing all of it made my blood boil.
Originally I intended to let him off with a few broken ribs and limbs. However, when he mentioned how he would humiliate the women, that was the last straw.
Call me a womanizer, but women should never be subject to such things.
R*pe, to me, is by far, the most despicable sin and crime to ever exist.
I admit, there are worse crimes like genociding an innocent populace, and my vendetta against r*pe arose from personal childhood experience. But I believe no woman should be violated of her chastity or loyalty to her husband, to forcefully make them break their sacred oaths to their husbands and lovers sickens me. Especially those sick b*stards that enjoy violating them while torturing their beautiful bodies and making them scream.
*Ahem!*
I think that's enough of a rant from me. I'm getting off-topic.
Where was I?
Oh, right! The fight!
Let's get on with it.
"PREPARE FOR THE NEXT LESSONS!"
With that declaration, I began launching sword after sword at Prince Lizard.
"Lesson two! Power you cannot control is useless!"
"If you bothered to properly train that power for a month, you would have been able to produce a breath attack that could have twice as much power and cover a wider area! Instead, you decided to use foreign power you aren't adjusted to right before the middle of a fight! It is sheer folly! An experienced opponent can take advantage of the weaknesses in the power you yourself aren't aware of and get the win!"
While I was talking, I continued shooting swords at Prince Lizard.
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
After barely a dozen or so swords were thrown at him, he grew tired, and his movements became more sluggish.
Seeing this, rather than just finishing him off right there and then with a supercharged attack, I dispersed most of the remaining swords around me and threw the rest at Prince Lizard.
While Prince Lizard was busy dealing with the hundred or so swords I threw at home, I took the advantage to cast Blink and appeared right behind him.
"Third lesson, pay attention to your surroundings!"
Prince Lizard turned around me and looked at me with shock.
Before he could act, I slammed my non-gauntleted left fist into his chest and sent him flying.
*POW!*
"Don't focus your full attention on only one of your opponent's attacks! It could be a decoy! Even if it weren't a decoy, they could take advantage of the blind spots where you aren't focusing on!
I slowly made my way to where Prince Lizard is. Who was lying on the ground trying to get back up.
Looking at him up close, I could see he was in a miserable condition.
His short wings were basically ripped from his body.
Sixty to seventy percent of the scales on his body were gone and revealed bleeding muscles. Heck! I think I could see the bones in his forearms from all the blocking he did against my swords.
And his hands! By Ishta's name! They're barely hanging on!
Hmm, I wished to extend this for an hour or two, but seeing that he might crumble after just a few more Holy Swords, I decided to let him off with a light beating.
By light beating, I meant tenderizing him.
"Seeing as you can't get back up on your feet, I'll give one final lesson."
"Lesson four."
"ALWAYS BE, A GENTLEMAN TOWARDS WOMEN."
With that final lesson, I dismissed the class by grabbing Prince Lizard's tail, the only body part on him which was still relatively intact and then swung him around from left to right onto the ground like a mountain giant using an oversized battle hammer to wack pesky humans.
*BAM!*
*BAM!*
*BAM!*
A minute later:
*BAM!*
After the last slam, I dropped his tail and shook my arms to get rid of the slight soreness.
*Phew!*
That was a good exercise!
I took a few seconds to check on Prince Lizard's condition.
Mhm! All bones except for the skull are completely broken.
Several organs are ruptured.
The skin and scales across his torso are burst open, revealing intestines and whatnot.
His left arm is barely hanging to its socket by a single scrap of flesh.
And finally, his face is ugly as hell, it looks like a scaly burst tomato.
Actually, no, it looks the same as it did from the start of the fight.
Now then, where's that announcement for my victory, Miss Emily?
"The winner is, Charles Integra!!!"
There we go.