ushernet Chapter 23
Chapter 23
With a snap, Leonhardt sharply gnashed his teeth at Ashillya’s words to the point of savagery. His dim blue eyes were subtly tinged with anger, but she didn’t even blink.
“Shut your mouth...you filthy whore.”
“Hehe, your words are still rough as always.”
Even at Leonhardt’s crude insult, she didn’t bat an eye. Rather, her unperturbed attitude only served to sour his mood further.
He glared at Ashillya with bloodshot eyes. She calmly accepted that gaze with composure and opened her mouth.
“Until now, I didn’t care what you did.”
“......”
Leonhardt and Sylvia tightly shut their mouths at her words and looked at her. She simply continued speaking with a lofty demeanor.
“Because you held no value whatsoever to me.”
“...Bitch.”
“Having you didn’t benefit me, but there was also no need to deal with you. You were going to self-destruct with that personality of yours anyway.”
The reason Leonhardt could still hold the position of prince. At the same time, Ashillya was personally shattering everything Leonhardt had believed in without a doubt.
When he heard it, he could tell that Ashillya’s words were not just her thoughts.
Her words reflected the thoughts of the Second Prince, Leonhardt’s older brother, the nobles, and the consensus of everyone in the Imperial palace.
“However.”
Ashillya’s bright red eyes grew cold. Those eyes contained only Leonhardt, and right now, she was...
“That’s no longer the case.”
Warning him.
“You chasing after the skirts of that commoner girl, insulting all the nobles and even the commoners,”
Your transgressions.
“You calling yourself the crown prince,”
Will strangle you.
“The Imperial family’s honor being disgraced because of those things.”
To death.
“I will no longer overlook them.”@@@@
Even for the position of the head of a mere noble family, one cannot avoid a bloody fight to claim it.
The Imperial Palace was no different. No, it was even more so.
The legitimate bloodline of the Imperial family always becomes a blade threatening the Emperor’s neck. The enemies one inevitably makes in politics may stab you with that blade at any moment.
Therefore, those of Imperial blood who do not become Emperor mostly lose their lives or have no choice but to bow their heads to the Emperor.
However, Leonhardt had been calling himself the ‘Crown Prince.’ It was a clear declaration of his ambition for the throne.
The foolish, dull-witted, and ignorant Leonhardt,
Would undoubtedly become a blade, all too welcome and beautiful to Ashillya’s enemies.
“Bow your head. Lower yourself. Avert your eyes. Be careful of even your breathing in front of me.”
Once again, she was warning Leonhardt.
“If you wish to keep your pathetic life.”
How many things had happened for Ashillya to rise to the position of Crown Princess?
Even the nobles and the Empire’s commoners inauspiciously regarded her as the descendant of a vampire.
From the moment the First Prince lost his life in an unexpected accident, despite Ashillya being the most likely candidate for ascension, the nobles ignored and looked down on her.
They even went so far as to openly say in front of her that the Second Prince should be appointed as the Crown Prince.
But Ashillya still didn’t even blink. It was an attitude that showed it posed no threat to her, and Leonhardt could no longer hold onto his sanity.
“Dieeee!”
Fwoosh-!
The black fire formed a spherical shape and cut through the air.
As if it would burn everything it touched...Ashillya quietly watched that explosively blazing sphere of flames.
“...You have to avoid it!”
Only Sylvia, who was by her side, screamed in horror and tried to pull Ashillya away. Still, Ashillya didn’t budge from the spot.
“Yes, if you’re going to throw away even my mercy...”
Disappear.
Ashillya muttered those words and slowly raised her hand.
No, to be precise, she tried to raise it.
“...This crazy bastard!”
She would have fully raised her hand if not for the boy who leaped before her.
If Leonhardt’s magic was a burning black flame, the hair fluttering before their eyes was truly bright red. That blazing red color naturally captivated their gaze.
Between that magic sphere that would be difficult to block without the aid of a large artifact or magician and the two of them, Felix, who had jumped in, bit his lower lip and glared at the flaming sphere.
It was a reckless act.
Cutting magic with a sword was not an easy task. At the same time, it was not something an ordinary academy student could accomplish.
Nevertheless, Ashillya could not raise her hand. The boy’s eyes briefly caught her eye—those deep and dark eyes of Felix,
They were shining with a dazzling golden light.
The determination contained within them was conveyed even to her.
“Hoo...”
With a short exhale, the sword is raised. It was a motion he had done tens, hundreds, thousands of times. Felix grasped the sword’s hilt and gazed at the flaming sphere until the end.
Cut it.
The sword falls from above to below. The flaming sphere had already approached within reach, and it was impossible to dodge...or run away.
“No...!”
Sylvia tightly closed her eyes as if unable to bear watching and let out a shrill scream.
But his sword did not waver.
Slash.
His sword vertically bisects the flaming sphere. Magic does not disappear simply by cutting it with a sword. One must completely sever the core of mana connected to the magic.
It was not something that could be cut by chance. You had to cut through the existence of the spell itself.
In other words, Felix’s sword strike was a futile action. Knowing that fact, Leonhardt raised the corner of his mouth in a nasty grin.
He was a bit disappointed that Ashillya, that bug-like slut, couldn’t be burned to death, but directly witnessing that annoying Felix being burned to death seemed not too bad either.
‘Die, you insect.’
That insect-like fellow who coveted what was his...and at the same time, took what was his.
Leonhardt inwardly spat curses at that insect, but...
.........
Eventually, the explosion that should have been heard did not come, and he could not help but frown.
‘...Did he cut the magic?’
Only then did Leonhardt grasp the situation. The sphere of flames had been ‘bisected.’
Felix lowered his sword with an upright posture and quietly caught his breath. He stood there nonchalantly as if not even a spark had affected him.