Chapter 78 - Volume 2
Chapter 22 – The knight of the past (3)
Ebdon lowered his head in slight confusion to the rocks, but Brendel had already leaped into the air. His entire body was in a blur, and behind him were countless afterimages of himself, and within a split moment, he had already crossed over a dozen meters.
It immediately found that it could not capture his movement. He was like a gust of wind that seemed to went past him, and before it was able to react, he was already behind its back.
[I seen him use this before at the start of battle, but experiencing this terrifying technique for myself is different. This young man isn’t simple!]
Ebdon’s White Fang left its sheath immediately, instinctively covering his back with it. A loud clang rang out as it blocked the Thorn of Light.
This defense had left the boundaries of swordsmanship.
They were using their experience to fight each other.
Brendel immediately stepped to the side like a ghastly spirit leaving hazy shadows behind, and struck at Ebdon’s left chest.
He rubbed his forehead. The fireball from Freya had actually caused AOE damage to him and sent him a fright, but immediately recalled that he was as resilient as a cockroach. A grin slowly formed on his face as the realization that he was the victor.
[The ‘Unyielding’ talent was my final trump card…]
He took a look at him once more, wondering what Aouine’s former hero thought at the end of his life.
[Did he still sought after the past glory in his memory?]
Brendel thought for a while before he finally prepared himself to sit up. Suddenly, there were sounds of shuffling noises behind him and he became alert. When he turned his head around, he saw Freya and Ciel coming towards him anxiously.
“Brendel!” Freya had nothing on her mind other than to support him up. She asked carefully while she looked at the youth who was still lying down on the ground: “Brendel, are y-you alright?”
Just as he wanted to assure her, his mind suddenly thought of something and laid back down.
“Freya, is that you?” He suddenly coughed repeatedly after asking weakly on the ground.
“Y, yes, it’s me….. C-can’t you see me?” Freya’s tears were already falling when she saw his body was covered with wounds, and the uncontrollable bleeding from his abdomen and chest made it clear that he was not going to make it. “Brendel, don’t talk anymore, I-I’ll bandage you up…..”
“Freya… There’s… no point. I-I need to request you to do something for me.”
“W-what is it?” Freya’s heart sank when she heard him speak in this manner.
“Can you….. kiss me?”
“Eh, ahh…. huh?” Freya’s mind stopped working for a moment. But her face was serious after it registered in her mind.
Brendel could not hold back his laughter as he sat straight up with some effort. “I’m joking, Freya, here, help me up instead–”
“Y-your wounds, don’t move Brendel! Stop….. I-I’ll kiss you!” Freya shouted loudly as she thought he was upset with her for not fulfilling his last request.
Brendel coughed and explained quickly: “No, seriously, I’m really fine.”
“How can that be possible!”
“You know that I’m not only a knight, I’m also a wizard—” Brendel knew that she would not believe him so easily with his fatal injuries, so he could only use a white lie.
“A-are you really fine?”
“Of course.”
Brendel pretended to be fine as he rummaged for Holy Potion number 9 in his bag with full of cold sweat on his forehead.
Freya looked at him in a daze, first turning from white into red, then to white again, then to red again. Finally she clenched her fist and bit her lips.
“Brendel, you, you…….”
“Shameless cad!”