The light of the swords intertwined, and the sword blades scratched out sparks. Their swordsmanship skills were equally as smooth as flowing water. Seeing that Anya, an ordinary aristocratic girl, had such proficient swordsmanship.
Ilona was surprised at first but soon gritted her teeth and became serious. The sword she swung was precise and swift, launching a deadly offensive like a raptor that controlled the air.
With a crisp "click" sound, Anya blocked the two sword blades and froze them together, showing off the brute strength that neither of them was good at.
Slowly, Ilona, who had more practical experience, gained the upper hand.
"You must have had enough trouble, my noble lady?" Ilona said, staring fiercely into Anya's eyes.
But Anya responded with a nonchalant smile. “If you had the chance to listen to my story in St. Carl, you would realize that this is just the warm-up phase.”
"Are you challenging my patience?" Looking at Anya's confident smile, Ilona couldn't help but sneer. "Speaking of which, I admit that you are beautiful. No wonder Cesare asked you to follow him. There is no need for you to hurt your cute face.
"Ilona leaned forward and put her weight on the sword, forcing Anya back step by step.
"Really?" Anya blew gently on Ilona's face and gently blew the silver hair covering her left eye, revealing the black hole underneath where the eyeball was missing. "You mean, injuries like yours?"
"You, you're looking for death, aren't you!" Ilona, who felt she was insulted, immediately got angry, and the moment she used more strength, Anya deflected the edge and used more flexible skills to slash the sword along the smooth blade. Ilona's strength took her away.
As the sword blades separated, the two girls also distanced themselves again.
"I say it one last time, give Cesare back to me!"
"Hmm..." Anya used her free hand to tap her cheek lightly with her fingers, deliberately pretending to be thinking, and asked with some distress. "Then are you going to kill him?"
"What does this have to do with you!" Ilona stared at Anya with a very unpleasant tone.
Anya stuck out her tongue playfully and responded with a smile. "Then I can't give him to you. Cesare is not only an excellent adventure partner for me..."
As Anya spoke, her cheeks turned red involuntarily. "All in all, as long as I'm still standing here alive, it's impossible to watch him die first."
After hearing Anya's words, Ilona was first surprised in disbelief, and then her eyes were puzzling in a short time. Anger, jealousy, disappointment, sadness and other complex emotions all flashed through, and finally she shook her head and said no more. think.
Then he cautiously stepped forward and adjusted his position, with his eyes keenly observing any possible flaws in the opponent, and he raised the sharp sword blade and aimed it at Anya's throat.
"Whatever you say, Cesare's infection has reached an extremely dangerous level. Be careful to bite your neck off when he stands up again!" Ilona gritted her teeth and threatened Anya, her voice seemed to be louder than It was more hostile just now.
Anya turned her face slightly to look at Cesare, who was tortured by the infection and was unconscious. She watched the hyphae spreading along his body surface, making him look terrible again... But the girl was relieved. Sighed.
"It doesn't matter, I never wanted to leave this forest alive." Anya's tone was gentle, as if she was ready to be buried here with Cesare.
"What a madman..."
This was Ilona's final evaluation of her opponent. She stepped forward, twisted her waist, and swung her silver blade towards Anya again. Her swordsmanship was powerful and did not rely solely on crude brute force.
It was like a gust of wind, sharp and swift, like the claws of a raptor ruthlessly grabbing its prey.
And Anya also connected with her again at the first moment. Her sword skills were gentle and agile, with a deadly aura hidden in the soft wind. Her sword moves were varied and both offensive and defensive, and the crisp sounds of the sword collisions resounded through the room one after another. .
The two of them did not make any unnecessary moves. The sword duel was fierce and fast. Any mistake would lead to defeat on the spot. The sword blade cut through the air and tore the air. The elegant sword shadow flew up and down without leaving any room.
Just as he was getting increasingly anxious, there was a knock on the door and Mr. Andel's voice.
"Ilona? Are you in there? Is the Earl back?"
Although it was just an irrelevant word, Anya, who was fully focused on it, was distracted for a moment, and it was at a moment of inattention.
Ilona seized the opportunity and turned sideways, then accurately hit Anya's waist with a powerful side kick. Anya let out a painful "Woo" and almost fell down, but she found her center of gravity in time.
When she thought the silver-haired girl Ilona's sword would fall and made a move to resist, Ilona broke away from the fight with Anya and rushed towards the unsuspecting Cesare with her sword.
Cesare's body has completely lost its human form at this time, and it is no different from the monster that he looked like when he killed Claudius, the circus leader not long ago.
His mouth was torn open by hyphae, his teeth became sharp and sharp, and his body was covered with a thick layer of mycelium as new skin. He choked in pain, subconsciously trying to struggle but unable to do anything.
The deformed hands turned into the claws of the beast, and when Ilona was already standing in front of him, her arms twitched a few times as if she had regained consciousness.
Cesare slowly opened his eyes, but apart from being full of squirming hyphae, the surface of the eyeballs no longer had any look that a human should have, and it was as dim as a corpse.
Ilona raised the sword in her hand and aimed the sharp blade at Cesare's heart, just like the night she joined the crows... she wanted to kill the "relatives" who had made a promise to her with her own hands again...
The originally resolute eyes couldn't help but turn hesitant and sad. Ilona had warned herself countless times that if she wanted to fight monsters, she had to become cold-blooded, but when she really wanted to kill someone important again, she still couldn't help it. hesitate.
Anya wanted to rush over as quickly as possible to stop it. "Wait! No!" she shouted, but she still took a step slower.
Knowing that the hyphae could not be cured, Ilona closed her eyes and dropped the sword with the blade still on.
But what was Cesare thinking about at this time. Cesare looked numbly at Anya running towards him, but in fact he could not see his face clearly at all. Everything around him had lost its original color in his eyes and became inexplicable and difficult to understand...
He was just thinking about what he was thinking about in his increasingly blurred consciousness.
Vaguely, Cesare saw his only relative squatting in front of him and smiling at him. Crocia...the sister he missed the most. It would have been nice if she had not followed him the day he was attacked by the monster...
"Sister...I miss you..."
The sword hovered above Cesare's chest, but crystal tears kept falling.
Ilona's expression was stunned, the corners of her slightly opened mouth twitched, and tears were still flowing freely down her cheeks.
She thought of her home, her brother, and her countless desperate cries.
And now, she was waiting for a response, but this response... didn't belong to her.
