I grabbed the sword I had dropped and swung with all my might.
The red wind created by the sword cut between Suimei and Rajas.
“Haaat― that wench?! Where did you get that strength?”
“Lefille…..”
What greeted me, who stood up once again, was a face of shock and a face of happiness. There was no need to explain to whom each of the face belonged to.
The power of spirit. I released all the power I could muster. Red Wind. Everything dyed crimson as if the spirit of war and fire Ishaktoni’s crimson flash. Rajas couldn’t withstand the sudden gust of wind and stepped back.
“K..kuuh….. This is.”
Rajas blocked his face with his arms to avoid the gale. I spoke out my resolve while pointing the sword at him.
“..... Rajas. Watch closely with your own two eyes. This is the power that will exterminate you mazokus. The disciple of the goddess. Power of the spirit.”
“Power to destroy what? You’re just a wench who ran because you were afraid of death!”
“―Shut up….. I won’t run anymore to live like who I am right now! No matter what or who. Even from this fate!”
“You stupid girl! Only thing you can do is blabberrrrr!”
I faced screaming Rajas’ fist with the greatsword and crimson flash. A fist and an arm with strong aura extended this way, but I didn’t fly back this time. I wrapped the sword with the red wind and striked at Rajas’ fist, deflecting it.
“Kuuh! W, what?! That was completely different from before……”
The difference was natural. My weak self died moments ago, and what stood here was my new self. Attacks that pressed me until now didn’t work anymore. And I didn’t have the time to explain something like that to him.
“Hyyaaaapp!!”
I put even greater strength into my hands that were swinging the sword as if saying my ears no longer wanted to hear his baffled voice.
This round was different than just before. I didn’t fall behind in speed and my number of attacks were greater. The power of the attack was also enough to pierce him.
Perhaps he was shocked, but Rajas flailed his arms around randomly. It was random and inaccurate attacks, but luckily, Rajas spotted a chance for a critical strike. If it landed, it wouldn’t end at a mere injury. Of course, that was based on the assumption it would find its mark.
― So I became like the colour of light which surrounded me, a crimson flash.
No one could watch my movement to the end. The crimson wind surpassed all speed and left no shadow. The swiftness was wonderous. With speed fast enough to mistake for a teleportation, I moved behind Rajas’ back as if I was sliding.
“You wench, when did you―”
By the time he noticed and turned around, it was too late. At the same time I finished materializing, a precise strike slashed Rajas’ chest.
“Kuup. Kuaaaaahhh!”
Rajas’ boulder like chest split open. It was not a fatal blow, but from the wound, the source of mazoku’s power, which had tormented her until now, steamed out.
This was the perfect opportunity.
“Gala varna!” (Basan)
I swung the greatsword above my head and struck like a flash with all my strength. With my posture so low I was almost touching the ground, a crimson flash erupted, taking the form of a gigantic strike and cut through the sky and earth.