Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

Chapter 222: The Beastkin (3)

The foxkin boy leaped at Valeria again, his body a flash of movement as he sprang high above her, his claws gleaming with a brilliant, raw light.

SWOOSH!

She recognized the technique instantly, an innate skill of the beastkin.

'Their natural ability to channel mana without formal training… incredible.'

She could feel the weight of his mana pressing down on her, radiating from his entire body, amplifying his power and speed. It was a level of skill that required years of training for most Awakened, yet he wielded it effortlessly, instinctively.

SLASH! SLASH!

As he descended, claws slashing through the air, Valeria raised her Zweihander, bracing herself against his attack.

CLANK!

She managed to intercept his strike with a swift parry, her blade catching his claws in a clash that sent sparks flying. But even as she deflected his blow, she could feel the immense force behind it pushing against her, unrelenting.

'I can't gauge his strength…'

she thought, frustration and focus mingling as she

That was what she did not know.

What kind of a knight the Olarion family needed to be?

For some reason, she felt like she started getting it.

As the boy charged forward, Valeria's gaze was locked on him, her focus sharper than ever. She could feel a newfound clarity settling within her, a sense of purpose that had eluded her until now.

With calm precision, she channeled her mana, letting it flow from her core into her Zweihander. The blade hummed with energy, and she raised it high, then brought it down in a powerful vertical slash aimed at the space between them.

SWOOSH!

A wave of energy erupted from her sword, a vertical arc of mana slicing through the air toward him. The boy's reflexes kicked in instantly, and he dodged to the side, his movements swift and agile.

But this time, Valeria didn't wait for him to strike again. She advanced, meeting him head-on, her body aglow with mana, each step grounded with the power of her family's art.

Her Zweihander shone with a brilliance that reflected her intent, and she could feel her pulse steady, her resolve unshakable. She was done hesitating. She would face him with all she had.

The boy reacted, his body twisting as he raised his leg to deliver a powerful kick aimed at her face, his mana surging through his limbs. Valeria saw it coming, the raw intent behind the strike and braced herself.

CLANK!

She lifted her Zweihander just in time, intercepting his kick with the flat of her blade. The impact reverberated through her sword, but she held firm, refusing to be driven back.

Their eyes met, his fierce and wild, hers calm and resolute, and for a moment, time seemed to pause, each assessing the other.

And then, with a swift shift of her stance, she pushed back, using his momentum against him. He staggered, thrown off balance, and she took advantage, bringing her sword down in a controlled arc, her body shining as she moved.

'This is who I am.'

As her blade came down, she felt the clarity within her solidify.

'Me and that boy is different.'

She wasn't just fighting to win—she was fighting as the knight she was meant to be.