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Chapter 41: Untitled

"Hmm, still weak as expected."

Looking down at Sairaorg, who was sprawled out unconscious, I muttered nonchalantly.

That last strike had power approaching Satan-Class, but that was the extent of it.

The vessel is decent, but the contents within are too lacking.

Even with a Longinus amplifying his power dozens of times, it was too weak to push back my chaos.

The rusty-gold light of the Grail enveloped Sairaorg.

The shattered fragments of the Regulus armor found their places and reformed, while his tattered flesh was reconstructed from the cellular level, returning to a pristine state in an instant.

"Ugh...!"

As soon as the healing was complete, Sairaorg opened his eyes with a groan.

He looked down at his restored body with a blank expression for a moment, then laughed hollowly as if realizing everything.

"I... lost."

"Yeah, you lost. Miserably, at that. The attack you staked everything on couldn't even pierce a single one of my arms."

At my cold evaluation, instead of looking frustrated, Sairaorg stood up with a refreshed expression.

His eyes were burning with an even more intense fighting spirit than before.

"Thank you! Through this fight with you, I have seen the path I must take!"

"Sure, work hard. I'll acknowledge your grit and fighting spirit at least. Come challenge me again when you get stronger."

I answered perfunctorily and turned my back.

Guys overflowing with passion like that need to be treated with indifference.

For that type, imprinting the clear difference in skill works better than praise for their growth.

Perhaps that's why he feels a bit tiring to deal with.

"I definitely will! Someday, I will challenge you again! To reach even the tips of your toes!"

"Yeah, do your best."

Just then, familiar voices called out from the distance.

"Masteeeer~! Is that boring fight over already? Isn't that musclehead too weak?"

Sera ran over first and clung to my arm as if to show off.

"Oh my, Sera. You shouldn't speak like that. He is someone who possessed a beautiful fighting spirit, staking his everything to challenge Master. Of course, thanks to that, Master's overwhelming greatness shone even brighter. As expected of Master. To remain without a single scratch against such a strong opponent... it is truly as enchanting as a dream."

Hwaryeong walked over elegantly and linked her arm through my other one, subtly putting down Sairaorg while praising me.

If you listen closely, she’s actually quite malicious.

"Hubby! Is Lord Sairaorg okay?"

Ravel, who followed behind them, looked worriedly at Sairaorg, who had collapsed earlier.

"Lady Ravel... I apologize for causing you worry."

"Not at all! I'm just glad both of you are safe! It was a truly magnificent fight!"

It seems the strongest of the young generation have some mutual understanding.

"Noisy fight, finally ended, nyan?"

Before I knew it, Noir was sitting on my shoulder in her cat form.

"Nyaa... Men or women, they all flock to you, nyan. Master is truly popular, nyan. How annoying."

......Tell me about it.

I don't particularly want to be popular.

"Lord Eden, do you have any major injuries? That man's Touki was powerful enough to be felt from afar."

Even Wendy came; it seems everyone came to watch the fight.

With all my peerage members and my fiancée gathered, it was quite a spectacle.

"You're all noisy. Everyone dismissed. We're going back to the castle."

"Ehh~! I want to stay with Master more! We just got here!"

Sera whined and clung even tighter to my arm.

"Master, when we return, I will prepare some black tea I recently acquired from the human world. I am sure you will like it."

Hwaryeong slyly tried to secure the next appointment.

Just as everyone showed different reactions and we were about to follow me back to the castle.

Vwooom── Vwooooooooom───.

The sky resonated.

It wasn't just a single magic circle.

Above my territory, dozens, hundreds of massive magic circles began to appear simultaneously.

That wasn't the end.

Suddenly, a purple mist began to envelop the surroundings.

...Fuck, why are these bastards suddenly popping out here?

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