LRAB Chapter 94: The Boss’ Manual
Chapter 94: The Boss’ Manual
Chapter 94: The Boss’ Manual
Chapter 94: The Boss’ Manual
Balzac frowned as he stared at the man before him.
Snow-white hair.
Piercing blue eyes blazing with golden flames.
And the sword in his hand.
A radiant glow emanated from it, blindingly brilliant.
All these facts pointed to only one conclusion. Balzac’s face contorted in shock.
‘...This is beyond belief.’
The Holy Sword had been broken in half.
Not only that, but it had fallen into corruption, rendering it unusable to anyone.
And it wasn’t just the Holy Sword that had been ruined.
The body of the previous hero, who had been blessed and protected by the gods in life, now served as a shackle. Through intricate rituals and mechanisms, it was used to control the God of Light.
The God of Light could no longer bless a hero.
At least, that was supposed to be the case.
Yet, the missing Holy Sword had partially restored its form and had even been purified.
The God of Light, who could no longer bestow blessings, was no longer capable of such acts.
But standing before him was a man radiating immense divine power.
The figure before him was unmistakably a hero.
A being that should never have reappeared now stood before his eyes.
The light of that sword.
The golden flames in his eyes.
They were vivid in Balzac’s memories, unaltered by time or any manipulation.
But one thing eluded him.
“......Who are you?”
The identity of this man.
That face was one he had never seen before.
He thought he might be connected to the previous generation, but there was no trace of any relation.
Thus, Balzac exuded a murderous intent as he asked, but no answer came.
The man continued to walk toward him, as if he didn’t even feel the hostility.
In his eyes, there was a clear emotion of anger.
Given the circumstances, it wasn’t hard to guess what had enraged this man.
‘Could he be her ally?’
Her act of self-sacrifice, refusing to take any risk, hinted at something important she was hiding.
Balzac had suspected as much.
But he hadn’t expected her to be connected to a hero.
“...It seems you have no intention of speaking with me.”
The fact that he had attacked her must have deeply offended him. His murderous glare made it clear.
Seeing this, Balzac doubted any negotiation would be possible.
“Well, it doesn’t matter.”
He hadn’t expected to win him over with words anyway.
That wasn’t his strength to begin with.
What stood before him was a clear enemy.
And what should be exchanged was not meaningless words, but swords.
“Come.”
There was no reason to hesitate any longer.
***
The man before him adjusted his stance and steadied his breathing. Even that simple action seemed to shake the entire surroundings.
A being far beyond human limits.
An entity so unified with his blade and the world around him that the boundary between them seemed nonexistent.
...Balzac had known this would be no easy fight.
The mana in the air.
Even the mana within his own body was being controlled by this man.
This was why battling a Swordmaster in close combat was a death wish.
Unless one had reached the level of an Archmage, mana would always side with the Swordmaster.
And yet...
Even so, Balzac pushed off the ground and charged toward the man.
For a brief moment, he caught a flicker of surprise on the man’s face.
It made sense, after all.
To exhibit such strength without using mana was something that should have been impossible.
A strike infused with his full power.
He neutralized it with all his strength.
But, of course, that process took time.
And that damned bastard didn’t waste a second of it.
Once again, thousands of slashes came hurtling toward Ian.
***
The mansion was in ruins.
The dust in the air began to settle, and Balzac’s eyes fell upon the accursed man once again.
Just how persistent was this man?
Despite taking the brunt of the attack head-on, he remained standing, using his sword to prop himself up.
Even after enduring such a barrage, he had managed to protect the woman.
But... his struggle ended here.
Using some bizarre power and inexplicable means to read his sword techniques—those tricks wouldn’t work anymore.
Balzac swiftly drove his blade into the boy’s heart.
In the end, the fight was his to win.
Though, shamefully.
To claim victory, he had resorted to less-than-honorable methods, sullying his name in the process.
But it had been necessary.
The only way to counter despicable tactics was with despicable tactics.
With that thought, Balzac pulled his sword from the boy’s heart.
There was much to report.
He gathered the unconscious woman and prepared to leave the mansion.
...Or so he thought.
A laugh rang out.
A laugh that grated on his nerves.
“......Why are you laughing?”
The battle was over.
Whatever that man said now, it was nothing more than the ramblings of a defeated man.
There was no reason to listen to the dying words of someone about to perish.
Even knowing this, for some reason, that laugh grated on Balzac’s nerves.
“Do you realize? You just made the worst possible choice.”
As expected.
The words coming out of the man’s mouth were incomprehensible nonsense.
They had to be nonsense.
It was impossible otherwise.
“Well, don’t feel too bitter about it. You were the one who cheated first, weren’t you?”
No blood flowed.
Despite the blade having pierced his heart, no blood spilled from the wound.
His heart, his muscles, his skin.
All of it regenerated, as if the injury had been a lie.
“If you’re going to fight dirty, you should at least be prepared to fall to dirty tactics too.”
The sound of something burning filled the air.
The black talisman that had been hanging around Balzac’s neck.
It was now burning with an ominous glow.
A massive shadow loomed over the man.
From beyond it came a dreadful, suffocating energy.
Something...
Something horrifying was making its way to this place.
“What... what have you done?”
Balzac asked, cold sweat dripping down his face.
The man smirked at him, his voice mocking.
“You still don’t get it?”
The man once again raised the Holy Sword.
Gone was the exhaustion of their earlier battle. His body was unscathed, showing not even a scratch.
And worse... three allies now stood beside him.
“Phase Two begins, you motherf—er.”
The man’s grin widened as the oppressive energy around him surged, heralding the start of the true fight.
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