The Paladin Owns the Relic

237 – Hayden and Marker (6)

“Isabella.”

Isabella grabbed the sword. She stood up once again.

Estel murmured as she was leisurely waving her legs while waiting for the leader of the Black Scale Holy Knights to recover.

“Even if you don’t work that hard, you are already strong enough.”

“Not enough.”

“Why? Do you know what they call you inside the Serpent Cult?”

The Serpent’s Apostle, Estelle jumped off with a click.

“The killer. Estelle’s successor. A snake that chases blood… These are all titles to refer to you. Isabella. In the past year, no paladin has made as many achievements as you.”

Estel put the plain clothes sword beside her.

“The problem is that there is no paladin as restless as you.”

“Not enough.”

“I need a break. If you run too fast, things get twisted.”

“I can’t rest.”

“…Is it all because of him?”

Isabella stood up without saying a word. She is because of him

I don’t know that much. But he knew exactly how she felt right now.

She was furious.

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Paramer, the city of nightmares.

She was in it and all she could do was beat her small pliers. She was of no significant help.

Lethargy.

She did this by saving her own life… She was of no discernible help.

“…I am weak.”

“You are strong enough.”

“If you don’t teach me, I will build it myself.”

“…Stubborn.”

Estelle puffed out her cheeks a little. She has an emotional outburst that is hard to see for her as she is emotionless.

She spun around. With her hands behind her back, she looked at the things in her practice room.

“…In the first place, Isabella. You have already grabbed more than the stats of the holy power allowed to you.”

It is broken.

All of the huge training dolls that the snake paladins are at a loss for.

“You are already a monster. Isabella. No knight in the empire can treat you carelessly.”

In the devastated training ground, Isabella raised her head.

She didn’t answer.

She just gripped her sword tighter.

. . .

“Oops!”

The grinding of her teeth can be clearly heard. Isabella was down once, but she looked straight up at the woman.

Isla Hayden.

Her touch was there. Her fist to her face was enough to send her apparently opponent into a groggy state.

But what is it? This discomfort.

Isabella tilted her head. She moved once.

Lying low like a beast, seeing an opportunity, Ayla slammed her foot into her body.

“Cheer?!”

Quad Deuk!

The sensation of breaking bones and intestines. It was clearly on her toes.

Her soft breasts can’t offset her shock. At least three of her ribs must have been cracked.

It’s normal to have to roll over when you complain of intense pain. But Isabella didn’t care.

She moved her steps towards her floating in the air.

Scaling.

Quad Deed Deuk!!!!

Her moving hand moved without a sound. She gnawed through Ayla’s entire body, stabbing her until the final blow.

A series of hits that are invisible to the naked eye. Her main weapon is a sword, but Isabella practiced assuming until the moment she missed her weapon.

Battle monsters.

Her Cult of Serpents called her that.

“Kuhuhhhhh?!!!”

It’s different from Akheim. Unlike that northern savage warrior, each and every one of her outstretched blows was aimed at the vitals.

A pitted piece of flesh. Ayla, who could not stand the regurgitation of blood for a moment, violently rolled on her floor.

Blood dripping from his mouth. Isabella withdrew her hand.

This time, completely…

“Crazy…Chin…”

…Stand up?

“Wow…really…I’m dying…yes…”

Isabella squinted her eyes. Could it be any kind of undead?

Even though she vomited that much of her blood, Ayla was standing up. Even though I could see her frowning as if she couldn’t hold back the pain…

Standing up.

With that broken body.

“It must have been a fatal wound.”

“Ha! You must break my neck to kill me! Here it is! Hey hey hey!!!”

Cut her neck proudly. Isabella wrote her impressions.

It’s arrogant to keep climbing. I want to break it right away, but…

Let’s be patient. Isabella.

“Shut up and come in. I’ll let you lie down this time.”

“Okay…okay…then me too…”

Ayla moved. She lay down strangely, her posture like that of a beast.

Raw. Something that was not shown in Akhheim.

Isabella noticed the strange smoke coming from Ayla’s body and getting thicker and thicker. She thought it was a simple evaporation of sweat, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

I don’t particularly smell her. It’s just acting that is visualized enough to be seen in her eyes.

What is the purpose of that smoke? Is it something like a physical characteristic that we were born with?

I don’t care what happened. Isabella clenched her fists.

The moment it flies, this time it’s the vital part of the body…

“Be careful.”

Huh?

“From here on out…I can’t control myself either.”

Isabella raised her hand.

Blood splattered from her cheek.

. . .

“Isn’t it over yet?!”

“Yes, yes.”

The owner of the underground arena, Lavenda, who had washed her blood roughly, headed to her own viewing room.

Originally, it would have been right to look around while encouraging the nobles. It will be a publicity effect, and it will be a chance for more money to come in.

But today was different. Lavender was curious.

With a strong b*tch who looks pretty even when only half of her face is covered.

Who’s going to die, the goblin b*tch who’s got a lot of popularity while looking undesirable!

“What happened…!!”

Anyway, a serpent. That b*tch should win.

She is real. She lacks showmanship, but she’s a real talent. She might not be as good as the Jekyll next to her, but it was clear that she was a well-rolled A-class mercenary somewhere in the corner.

Even if Ayla is quite strong, the story is still in the underground arena.

It’s different outside. This is just an aristocratic toy playground.

Out there was a battlefield for warriors who risked their lives.

Lavenda glanced down through the transparent window. He could see the inside of the arena already covered in blood.

But…

Something was different from what I expected.

“……?”

Ayla is lying down. The strange posture was like that of a beast. A wolf looking for prey. A hand aiming for a gap.

She wasn’t holding her fist as usual. Rather, she seemed to show off – she was spreading it out.

The palm of your hand.

No, rather than focusing her power on the tips of the ‘nails’.

It’s like…

“Ahhhhh…?”

This is a technology I have never seen before. No, can we call that technology in the first place?

Standing next to Lavender, Jikel silently looked down at the arena. I couldn’t see the expression behind the mask.

But Lavenda noticed that he was getting excited. Half-giant Jekyll.

He was being consumed by the heat of battle. He never broke his cool.

I was clearly excited watching the battle below.

“Surely…”

Lavender turned his head. He focused on the game.

Ayla moves. Reckless movement. She kicks her ground like a beast of prey.

A hand sparkles in the fluttering platinum hair. An ignorant attack that pierces the guard and rips the skin alive.

Even that speed is fast. It becomes a normal ship. Amidst the smoke that rises like a haze, the sound of a beating heart can be heard from upstairs.

The level is high.

That fog. That which blooms from the body.

Perhaps it is an inborn peculiarity. The longer the battle, the faster the heart beat.

As a result, the water in the body is forcibly evaporated. It appears to spread like smoke and envelop the body.

All sweat.

Yes. That’s right.

Instead of putting too much strain on the body, it’s said to increase physical ability to the extreme…

“Magic power…Like a battle stimulant…”

Magic power definitely increases combat power. It makes up for the lack of physical ability and gives me strength that humans cannot produce.

That must also be a phenomenon that was brought about using the mana possessed along with the physical ability.

But…With that fuel economy, that level of results?

Impossible. That’s a born combat genius.

Every blood vessel. It is an eccentricity that is impossible unless you instinctively control all movements of the blood.

Quaaang!!!

The wall is cracked.

Quad Deed Deuk!!!!

The ground is torn.

Pasasa sasasak!!!!

Dozens of holes are pierced in the rising dust.

It gradually gets faster. Ayla’s movement heats up to the point that ordinary people can’t catch it.

That’s the level of a decent article. It was beyond the power of a mere fighter in the underground arena.

“Jikeaael…That b*tch wasn’t just a golbin b*tch…”

That’s enough…

“That’s a nasty old Golbin b*tch aaa…!!!”

Isn’t it a waste to use it once and throw it away?

. . .

It’s fast.

Isabella raised her arm. Her hand, digging beneath her guard, brushed over her skin.

Flesh torn alive. A sharp pain covers the skin.

Her hands are sharp. It’s not just a simple grip. It feels like looking at the teeth of an animal.

Fast and heavy. It even reads the flow of the moment when it tries to counterattack, and immediately changes its stance.

Free rotation of karate. An attack that comes in off-beat.

Quad Deuk!!!

Blood splattered on the torn arm. His whole body was already full of scars. The blood that flowed out gradually increased.

Isabella frowned. The move her opponent was hiding was far beyond her own expectations.

At this level, you could almost call it a knight. Maybe even more…

First of all, the important thing is that I am not at the level of a simple academy student.

“aaa!!!!”

Amidst the strange cry, reason had already been lost. Blood and battle. There are only beasts, including madness.

It seemed that the stage of verbal persuasion had passed far. Ayla’s remnant, moving at high speed in the rising dust, passed here and there.

“…It’s a big deal.”

Isabella sighed.

“It’s impossible to subdue without getting hurt.”

Yes. I was wrong.

If I had known this was going to happen, I should have gone out clearly and strongly from the beginning, rather than controlling my strength halfway.

I never thought that being treated moderately as a student would be poison.

But now it’s different.

No more.

“I’m canceling. Isla Hayden. I consider you an enemy…”

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A graveyard of many broken weapons.

Inside, Isabella reached out her hand. She roughly grabbed one of her broken swords.

“I’ll give it to you. True heart.”

The leader of the Holy Knights of the Black Scale.

Isabella let out a light breath.