Summoning the Holy Sword

It has been three days since we entered the Munn Kingdom.

Aiken rode his warhorse and gazed at the straight, flat ground before him, as well as the two rows of fully-armored knights. Even though it was also winter in the Country of Light, the temperature wasn’t as cold as it was in the Munn Kingdom. He was well prepared before arriving here, but the harsh coldness was unbearable. He took in a deep breath and grumbled for accepting this mission.

Aiken wasn’t a citizen of the Country of Light. Instead, he was born in a neighboring territory by the sea. Currently, he was serving as a priest in the church of Casabianca and was rather popular among the nobles. However, he didn’t expect that he would get caught up at the heart of the struggle—the Light Parliament found an excuse to dispatch an investigations team and needed a third-party ‘independent organization’ to supervise. In this case, it was the church, so they sent Priest Aiken as a representative.

If it was possible, he wouldn’t have come to this place. Even though the Light Parliament announced to the public that this investigations team was to ‘learn from the successful experiences on defending against the Undead Army’, he knew what they were secretly plotting. If not, why would they come to Paphield—Grenbell out of all places?!

Currently, almost everyone in the Country of Light knew who Rhode was, be it due to hatred, fear, or for the fact that he crippled the Mist Sword Saint and slaughtered the Magician Knights. The Country of Light had never been so humiliated throughout the decades and the terrible incidents that happened to them this year were all related to this young man. Although Aiken had never met Rhode, he was sure that the latter wasn’t one who was easy to deal with and lacked respect for the Country of Light.

Why must I be made the scapegoat since it’s the Light Parliament who wants to stir trouble? Oh my goodness. Am I really this unfortunate?

Aiken cursed inwardly, but his expression remain unchanged. He scanned the dozen of Holy Knights around him before shifting his gaze to the fluttering church flag which comforted him slightly. He heard from his companions that the church was somewhat related to the young man and he hoped that the young man wouldn’t behave too flagrantly toward him… If not, he would be in huge trouble.

Aiken turned to the chariot beside him and shook his head. This chariot was the most eye-catching among them—not only was there the symbol of the Country of Light, but there were also the crests of the Light Parliament and Lockos Financial Group, flaunting the identities of the passengers. The exceptionally luxurious appearance of the chariot and escorting knights around it made him rather uncomfortable as a member of the church—they put up solemn expressions as though their parents were wrongly killed and exuded an unapproachable, menacing aura.

What exactly is the Light Parliament thinking in those heads of theirs?

At this moment, an ice-cold voice pulled themselves together.

“Why are you guys in a daze?!”

The knights turned to their escorting chariot with its door opened and a young lady stared at them with menacing eyes from inside.

“She laid hands on the emissaries of the Country of Light. This is intolerable. Capture her right now and kill her if she defies!”

“Miss Sonia!”

Aiken flustered. He didn’t expect a fight to break out even before they entered the entrance. He scuttled to the young lady, but the knights had already charged ahead.

“…!”

Anne’s emerald-green eyes emanated increasingly brighter. She lowered her head and let out the deep growl of a wild animal. Then, she heard Rhode’s voice.

“Back down, Anne.”

The knights witnessed a lightning-fast shadow lea down and in an instant, countless, dazzling blade arcs ripped through the air and enveloped them entirely.

“Arghhhhhh!”

Not only the knights were slashed in the blink of an eye, but their warhorses were also dismembered by the razor-sharp blade air streams. Even though the knights didn’t die on the spot, their severed limbs had fallen to the ground and grieving mourns filled the place.

The shadow vanished into thin air and at this moment, Rhode exited the entrance in large strides. This was one of the techniques of his Fantasy Daybreak. After upgrading his level, this self-made swordsmanship allowed him to project a phantom up to a certain distance and launch attacks—the knights just became his first victims.

Sonia clenched her fists, but Rhode disregarded her completely. He nonchalantly held his sword and approached them. He swept a glance at them before revealing a smile.

“Good. It seems like you haven’t figured out where this place is and whose soil is under your feet right now. I don’t mind letting you know that this is the Munn Kingdom and you’re stepping on my territory: Paphield—Grenbell. You’ve laid hands on my men, so I want you to drop your weapons and surrender.”

“What if we refuse?”

Sonia said after taking a deep breath. Then, Rhode twitched his brows and…

Boom!

A dazzling light beam from a magic cannon blasted above them and exploded in the empty field behind. Aiken’s knees weakened instantly. If he wasn’t riding on the warhorse, perhaps he would’ve collapsed to the ground in paralysis.

“I guess you understand now. I don’t mind staining my blade with blood, especially with blood from the Country of Light.”

“… I advise you to think it through, Sir Overlord.”

Sonia said in her ashen expression.

“This means you’re announcing war on the Country of Light if you do that! All your doings will drag both countries into war!”

“I’ve told you, young lady…”

Rhode lifted his head and his pitch-black pupils forced her to take in a breath of cold air. His eyes appeared so berserk, ice-cold, and terrifying as though a crazy person craving to kill someone to satisfy his urge.

“I don’t mind staining my blade with blood, especially with blood from the Country of Light.”