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A long time ago, her main weapon was the sword. Although it was a pity that her original sword was gone, it did not mean that she lacked a suitable sword to use.
In this situation, facing an opponent who was alone, it might be more appropriate to borrow that sword.
Arthur clasped her hands at her sides, preparing to swing the sword upwards. At the same time, a bright light condensed in her hands.
At this moment, Shalltear only felt a clear and bright lake light flash before her eyes—
[Pseudo-Noble Phantasm·Break All Chains·Aroundight Overload]!
Excessive load was placed on the mirror-like lake light, causing the magical power hidden deep within to overflow and be used for attack.
Arthur intentionally withheld the magic power that would serve as a slash of light, choosing instead to unleash this sword skill when getting closer to strike the opponent.
A flash of azure light streaked by, and with the roar of raging magic power, it cut across Pelia's body diagonally from bottom to top!
"Ah--!"
A shrill scream escaped from Shalltear's mouth. From her waist to her shoulder, a deep wound penetrated the flesh and bones, spreading from bottom to top. The bright blue lake light flickered on the wound, and the scarlet armor was dyed even redder by the gushing blood.
The sword in Arthur's hand had disappeared, or rather, the sword had never really appeared from the beginning to end. What she held in her hand was just a ray of cold light.
Shalltear staggered back, blood oozing from her mouth as she stared in shock and disbelief, her eyes trembling.
This was the first time that Shalltear felt fear towards an opponent who was not much stronger than her but had defeated her in battle.
The moment had arrived, and Arthur did not chase after her. Instead, she raised her hand, and the holy spear that had just been knocked away suddenly returned to her grip. At the same time, a bright halo began to flash on the tip of the spear.
From the tip of the spear to the tail, and then concentrated back to the tip, the dazzling light dyed the entire holy spear golden. Flickering stripes appeared around the holy spear, and the patterns on it seemed to be engraved with ancient words.
The stripes spun, and the light on the holy spear grew brighter and brighter, until it reached its peak.
The knight opened his mouth and whispered the name that had tormented her for thousands of years.
"Shine on..."
The sudden sense of crisis made Arthur's hair stand on end. She interrupted the move without hesitation, and with a light "tsk," Arthur swung the holy spear into the air.
It was a black figure, an elderly man in a butler's uniform, who swung his fist at the knight.
The tip of the spear collided with the fist wearing a white glove, and the tremendous force turned the ground beneath the knight's feet into a huge pit.
"I don't like to attack women, but if it's an enemy who has hurt a fellow ally, then that's a different matter."
Arthur silently thought about how the man had determined her gender so quickly. As she thought, she waved her gun and jumped back, putting some distance between them.
"Lady Shalltear, are you alright?" The man asked, assuming a fighting stance.
After recovering from the shock, Shalltear hurriedly released [Great Death] to restore HP while asking in confusion.
It's time to go, Arthur made this judgment as she looked at the man in front of her.
Then, without hesitation, Arthur waved his hand to summon his warhorse, turned around, and flew away without looking back.
In actual combat, the effect of increasing the number of people is often far more significant than simply doubling the force. For example, now, if a suitable forward were added, the magic released by Shalltear would cause her a lot of trouble.
Moreover, Arthur had a hunch that if one reinforcement had appeared, there might be more reinforcements.
Because with the appearance of a man named Sebastian, his sense of crisis not only didn't diminish, but grew stronger.
Two might be manageable, but if there were more, it would be very dangerous.
He did not cherish his life, but he also did not intend to die meaninglessly.
What's more, right now, he wasn't ready to use that move...
"Damn it! You still want to escape!" With a roar, Shalltear activated her flying ability and planned to chase her opponent. But at that moment, Sebastian grabbed Shalltear's shoulder.
"Please calm down, Lady Shalltear."
"Sebastian, let me go..."
At this moment, an angry voice sounded in Shalltear's ears.
"Shalltear Bloodfallen!" The voice that was sent directly to Shalltear's mind through 'rumors' made her tremble all over.
Even just now, when she was at a disadvantage in her confrontation with the knight, she didn't feel such fear.
"Didn't I tell you? If something happens, contact Albedo or Demiurge first! Report, contact, discuss. Can't you even do these basic things that even a child can do?!"
At this point, the voice suddenly paused.
"Hey, Sebastian, has the other party evacuated?" The fierce tone disappeared, replaced by a very calm, even somewhat indifferent voice.
"Yes, the enemy was very fast. I judged that it would be risky to pursue them, so I did not pursue them rashly."
"Well done. In this case, it seems that the rescue team is no longer needed. Next, you will continue to carry out the task assigned to you earlier."
"Yes!" Sebastian responded immediately, and even though it was just a rumor, he still bowed respectfully.
"And then, Shalltear."
"Yes, yes."
"Put aside everything you are doing and return to Nazarick, now."
"I understand!"
At this point, the voice was cut off from the other side.
Shalltear stood there in a daze for a few seconds, and then—
"Ainz-sama! I, I am disliked by Ainz-sama! Waaaaaaa…"
She knelt on the ground and burst into tears like a little child.
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Dragon Kingdom Capital
In the not very spacious but quite luxurious room, the young girl sitting on the only chair — the throne — uttered a naive and romantic voice that matched her age and appearance.