Chapter 74
The battle with the mysterious green-haired man had begun. What was supposed to be a covert rescue mission had, unfortunately, taken a sharp turn.
"Are you a follower of the Supreme Demon Cult?"
"Damn right. Name’s Yuri Spring—took over as branch leader after Gale tried to bail. Call me Yuri, babe. We’re gonna be married, after all."
"I have no intention of marrying you."
"Cold as ice. Makes me wanna win you over even more."
Wind and lightning clashed repeatedly, shockwaves toppling everything around us. Wind blades shredded pillars, while my lightning scorched holes into the floor.
(This guy… he’s strong!)
Yuri wasn’t on Lord Albert’s level, but his power was overwhelming. Offense, defense, speed, evasion—he ranked high in every category.
"You’re way tougher than some mid-tier Archdemon. How hard did you train? Most’d be dead in a few hits."
"Unfortunately, I have a drill sergeant for a teacher."
"Hah! No kidding? What kinda demonic training was that?"
"I won’t deny he’s brutal, but let’s just say I’d get chewed out if I couldn’t fight at this level."
"Heh. Then entertain me more!"
Yuri closed the distance in a flash, his sword slashing in an erratic, unpredictable style—some unique swordsmanship, perhaps. I deflected with my spear’s tip, waiting for an opening. Minor cuts littered my body, but none were critical. The clang of metal rang out until, finally, a tiny gap appeared in his barrage. I twisted my thrust into it, piercing his left arm. Shallow, but blood welled. His eyes widened—he hadn’t expected it.
"Hah!"
"Whoa! No way! You read my moves? First time anyone’s done that so fast!"
"It seems I have a knack for it."
"You took my first time, y’know. Gotta take responsibility!"
"Please refrain from phrasing it like that."
"Nah, I mean responsibility for scarring up my arm."
"Regrettably, I’m still very much a virgin, so no responsibility is required."
"Seriously? Your fiancé got ED or something? Or is he into dudes?"
"Insult my fiancé again, and I’ll make sure you die a thousand deaths."
"Whoa, who pissed in your tea?"
"Who do you think?!"
Despite the absurd banter, neither of us let up. This was bad—the longer this dragged on, the more likely the black-robed grunts would notice. And right on cue, they came sprinting into view. I stifled a mental curse.
"Support Lord Yuri! Capture that woman!"
"Roger!"
"Roger!"
"Roger… damn, those are some big tits."
"Roger… wanna get my spear stuck between ’em…"
One barked orders, putting me at a disadvantage. (…I can hear you, idiots.) The last two were definitely getting slapped later. But before I could, Yuri took care of it—
"You bastards… ruining my date?! DIE, TRASH!"
"GYAAH!"
"L-Lord Yuri, wh—GUACK!"
"GURK—?!"
His wind blades diced them instantly. Blood gushed from their lifeless bodies.
"…Not your allies, then?"
"Nah, just disposable pawns."
"I see."
"Tch. Messed up my damn mood. Ah well—let’s get back to our date, yeah?"
So the murder-flirting continued. Time to brace myself.
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