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She had no idea what was going on, but—

Silverna was already kicking off the ground and charging through the darkness.

The Primitive lineage.

And on top of that, he was already severely wounded.

‘I can’t miss this chance!’

Right up until the moment he suddenly disappeared, Silverna had witnessed firsthand just how fiercely Heukgyeon had rampaged on the battlefield.

His uncontrollable fury—a rampage more than deserving of the label “unleashed beast”—had even struck fear into the valiant soldiers of the Malidan Barrier.

Swish!

A long spear thrust forward with a sharp stab.

Thud.

‘His left arm is bleeding badly, so his reactions are definitely slower.’

It turned into a pointless attack, but Silverna never stopped calculating.

Maybe he thought that in this already unpleasant situation, some strange little pest had gotten mixed in.

His crimson eyes blazed even brighter as he wrenched the spear away and tossed it aside.

She couldn’t even guess how many Transcendents she had fought here.

Ironically enough, placed in such an extreme predicament, Silverna was in the midst of a remarkable breakthrough.

“Miss!”

Silverna had already stretched her hand backward.

The spear belonging to her comrade and dear friend, Anna, flew right into her waiting grip.

She had assumed from the start that her first spear might be taken, so she did not retreat or hesitate.

Spotting an opening, she gripped the spear in reverse and drove it into his left shoulder.

“Haaaaaaaaa!”

In the past, she wouldn’t have even been able to pierce his hide.

Clenching her teeth hard, Silverna pushed with all her might, sinking the blade deeper into his flesh.

Heukgyeon, in a rush, tried to subdue Silverna by swinging his right fist.

He felt certain that if he landed just one solid hit, he could kill her instantly.

“Whether you’re a Transcendent or you carry the Primitive blood—!”

Right then, aura flared from Silverna’s empty hand.

Her original spear, the one she’d thrown at first, reacted to her aura and flew straight back to her.

Thud!

That spear drove right through Heukgyeon’s swinging right arm as it moved toward Silverna.

“If you get stabbed, you die all the same!”

“Guhhhhh?!”

His left shoulder was impaled by one spear, and his right arm was now skewered by the other.

Because of the severe bleeding from his frenzied movements, his reactions slowed even more.

The spear’s frosty glow—resonated with her aura, unleashing a fierce chill.

While Heukgyeon’s right arm gradually froze over—

He still managed to launch a kick from close range, aiming for a gap.

It wasn’t a full-blown strike but a shove meant to knock her away, and it landed squarely on Silverna’s abdomen.

“……!”

Her body briefly lifted off the ground, then flew backward, rolling across the earth.

“Misssss!”

A being of the Primitive Transcendents can kill a human with a single blow.

Even one hit was enough to put Silverna’s life in danger.

“Cough! Cough!”

Coughing up blood as she clutched her abdomen, Silverna grimaced. It was infuriating to get hurt after coming so close to victory, but—

At least the kick hadn’t landed with full force, so her life wasn’t in immediate jeopardy.

“Ha, Huh…….”

On ground pitted and cracked—

Heukgyeon stood there, trying to catch his breath.

He staggered, intending to yank out the spears so he could escape.

But with blood pouring from his left arm and having just fought Silverna on top of that—

“Grrrrrrrrr-!”

Frothing at the mouth, Heukgyeon toppled to the ground, losing consciousness from excessive blood loss.

“Transcendents are all the same in the end.”

Biting her lip, Silverna approached him with Anna supporting her.

“Anna, you heard it earlier.”

“…The black-haired dual swordsman?”

Anna answered cautiously.

Silverna allowed a faint smile. She hadn’t smiled so earnestly in a long time since coming here.

“He’s here.”

A wave of emotion surged within her.

“He’s come to save us.”

Not long ago, the situation seemed bleak and hopeless, yet now it felt as though she could finally breathe.

“He’ll definitely show up.”

****

“Whoa.”

Isaac swung his arm back and forth.

He couldn’t hide his amazement at how his once-broken shoulder bone was back in place.

“Magic really is an intriguing skill.”

The Grandmaster nodded in satisfaction at the healing provided by the Tower Mage accompanying their unit.

But the mage, in contrast, scowled and retorted:

“A skill? It is truth, and wisdom. Do not insult our magic.”

“…Fine. If that’s what you believe, then so be it.”

“Hah, this is exactly why I didn’t want this dispatch in the first place.”

With a huff, the mage stormed out of the tent. All those Tower folks seemed to be arrogant prodigies obsessed with magical supremacy, or so Isaac thought.

‘Now that I think of it… Vivian, what happened to her?’

Vivian, a mage dispatched to the Malidan Barrier.

She was quite eccentric, to the point of believing in “talent supremacy,” but eventually they grew close enough to share drinks and conversation.

“Magic this, magic that… Isn’t it ridiculous? Does a mage’s head never roll?”

Grandmaster gave a bewildered shrug. Judging by how her tail stood ramrod straight against her back, she seemed rather displeased.

“Your injury this time stems in large part from my own failing, so I’ll let it go. But if they say anything like that again, I may not be able to restrain myself.”

“She’s one of the few mages we have. Please hold your temper.”

“So now you’re taking her side? Yes, she may be one of the few mages, but I’m your one and only master.”

“…….”

When he fixed her with an incredulous stare, Grandmaster coughed awkwardly and turned away.

Her tail slackened a bit, no longer quite so stiff.

“Forgive me. I got a bit carried away. It’s just that I was taught long ago to kill mages first.”

“…?”

Long ago?

Could that be related to her search for her fellow disciples?

No sooner had the mage walked out than Rihanna entered the tent.

Earlier, when healing magic was being used, the mage had demanded all but the patient’s guardian leave. As a result, Rihanna had been forced to wait outside.

“You okay?”

She also looked rather down.

It seemed she blamed herself for failing to protect Isaac properly, even though she’d been right there with him.

“I was so sure I’d—”

“Rihanna, I’m no longer someone you need to protect.”

“….”

“So don’t wear that expression.”

He meant it as reassurance, but Rihanna’s face did not brighten.

Being handsome didn’t always guarantee that your words would land well. Feeling awkward, Isaac changed the subject.

“Did Sir Eisenwolf say anything about Heukgyeon? What’s the unit’s official take on it?”

At his question, Rihanna quickly regained her composure and replied:

“There’s a lot of talk about how it suddenly appeared from the sky. We checked with the other mages but learned nothing. It seems exactly like the rituals you mentioned.”

“Huh. Their rituals can twist even space, can it?”

Grandmaster clicked her tongue. Inside the tent, a heavy gloom settled in.

They had suffered a vicious ambush, yet there was no clear way to guard against it. That fact alone cast a long shadow.

If there was a silver lining, it was that Heukgyeon himself seemed unaware he’d end up dropping into this place.

As the two women fell silent in thought, Isaac spoke up:

“Looking at it another way… this might be the first real clue as to how the Malidan Barrier vanished.”

“…!”

“Mm, quite so. If space can be distorted like this, such a method is plausible.”

Though the scale would be enormous, it was entirely possible they’d pour that much effort and resources into obliterating the Malidan Barrier.

“That’s remarkable, Isaac. Even when everyone else is so down…”

Murmuring tenderly, Rihanna made Isaac feel embarrassed. He stood, clearing his throat.

“How’s morale holding up?”

“Not good. Especially the nobles of the Pure flow association who were close by—they’ve really lost heart. Some of them even—”

Rihanna hesitated momentarily, wondering if she should continue, then finally confessed:

“They’ve proposed a retreat.”

“That’s just ridiculous.”

“But Sir Eisenwolf is apparently taking it seriously. If the enemy can launch ambushes like this, then it’s no longer feasible to reclaim the North with our current forces—or so he believes.”

“Sir Eisenwolf…”

He was long past the stage of chasing accomplishments for their own sake, and he was no coward.

But having witnessed the power of a Primitive bloodline firsthand—and considering there was only one this time… If even one or two more appeared—

He must have judged that the leadership would be virtually wiped out.

Heukgyeon’s surprise attack had clearly dealt them a hard blow.

Isaac wanted to go clear his head in the open air.

“I should check my newly healed shoulder and cool off a bit. How about a spar?”

He also wanted to avenge yesterday’s defeat. Hence his suggestion.

But—

“No way!”

“Are you out of your mind?!”

Both women cried out at once, and the force of it made Isaac momentarily flinch.

“Magic or not, you don’t recover just like that. You need at least two full days’ rest.”

“Didn’t you hear what that mage fellow said? You were this close to being permanently crippled. Unless you feel like giving up the sword altogether?”

“…I can still wield a sword with just one arm, can’t I? It’s not like I lost a leg.”

At his retort, Grandmaster clenched her fist as if she might give him a good knock on the head.

“You really do say the wildest things, don’t you?”

“It’s just frustrating. And—”

“And what?”

“I want to talk with the Leivice siblings.”

When the two siblings faced Heukgyeon, it might not have looked like much at first glance, but Isaac sensed something special about their swords.

Though he’d sparred with Marlin more than once, he’d never picked up on it—and for good reason.

‘I knew it. Every time I sparred with Marlin, something felt off.’

That was why he’d prolonged it, convinced there was still more to learn.

Seeing Isaac stand firm, Grandmaster let a sly smile cross her face.

“Isn’t it a woman’s duty, after all, to make her man happy?”

“Pardon?”

“…?”

Glancing quizzically between Isaac and Rihanna, Grandmaster grinned broadly and made a proposal:

“How about it, Helmut? Why don’t you cross swords with me, for this fellow’s sake?”

Rihanna’s eyes went wide.

And without much hesitation, she nodded and slipped out of the tent.

– – The End of The Chapter ––

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