Chapter 594: So you do get scared, huh?
Reiger narrowed his eyes when he saw this.
"Plant Entanglement."
He emotionlessly cast the next spell, allowing the floor beneath Tristan to burst forth with tendrils as though it had been nourished with fresh blood, firmly wrapping around her body.
Tristan was immediately bound, just like Beryl, unable to move at all.
"Tch!"
Beryl’s face turned sour as she clicked her tongue, clearly foreseeing the outcome of this contest.
Tristan alone, seemingly unaware that she was no match for Reiger, screamed in pain as she struggled fiercely.
"Release me, cursed human!"
The blood-drenched elf girl screamed hysterically.
Reiger still wore an expressionless face as he raised his hand and three obsidian daggers immediately flew towards Tristan.
"Pff, pff, pff, pff!"...
In an instant, the obsidian daggers circled around Tristan, cutting into her body and making her suffer all over again, causing bursts of blood to spurt from her.
"Aaaaaaaaah...!"
Tristan screamed miserably, her voice clearly filled with agony.
This scene continued until the moment the three obsidian daggers shattered.
The effect of "Obsidian Swords" was to create magic daggers that seemed to have a will of their own to attack the opponent. The caster could control them to attack or let them attack freely. Although their lethality was not strong, since they inflicted physical rather than magic damage, this spell was quite effective against opponents with high magic resistance.
The only problem was that this magic had a time limit, or rather, a durability limit.
Just as the "Sanctuary of Strength" would degrade its durability value with the number and power of attacks, until it disappeared once the durability reached zero, the magic daggers produced by "Obsidian Swords" also had durability, and it was quite low. If the opponent parried the attack, the durability of the dagger would decrease, therefore it was not suitable for defense but only for attack, which would slow down the rate of durability decrease significantly.
But even so, constantly attacking would lead to the durability of the obsidian daggers eventually reaching zero.
Therefore, when the durability ran out, the three obsidian daggers shattered simultaneously, granting the tortured Tristan her release.
"Uh ... ah ..."
The ravishing princess lay powerless, still entwined by the vines, suspended before Reiger.
Only then did Reiger speak.
"Compared to Gawain and Lancelot, you truly are weak," he said.
These words tore open Tristan’s deepest sore spot.
But, just as Reiger had said, compared to Gawain and Lancelot, Tristan was indeed weak.
If Gawain and Lancelot could be assessed by Reiger as formidable opponents worthy of a Level 8 rating, then, based on the strength Tristan had displayed, she might not even reach Level 7.
Yes, you heard correctly.
This adopted daughter of Queen Morgan, the Princess of Fairy Country, Britannia, and a peer among elf knights like Gawain and Lancelot, actually barely reached Level 7 in terms of strength.
Perhaps, compared to the average elf, Tristan might be quite strong, but next to the likes of Gawain and Lancelot, she could only earn a "weak" label.
"No wonder Morgan taught you magic, is it because you couldn’t compare with other elves if you didn’t learn some magic?"
No wonder Reiger spoke so.
You see, in Fairy Country Britannia, magic was always considered an unnecessary skill, and apart from Morgan, hardly any elf was willing to study it.
Tristan, being the queen’s adopted daughter, might appear to have learned magic in order to inherit her mother’s abilities, but Reiger always felt Morgan taught her magic to make her as strong as possible.
Possibly aware of this herself, Reiger’s blunt criticism twisted Tristan’s face.
"Release me!"
Thus, Tristan struggled furiously once more.
Seeing her frenzied state, Reiger had reason to believe that the moment he let her go, Tristan would lunge at him to bite.
Even if it meant perishing together, this blood-soaked girl emanated such an aura.
That chilled Reiger’s eyes.
He wasn’t someone known for his good temper. Not to mention the question of whether or not to show mercy to enemies, but considering that Tristan had come here to kill him without any just cause and had been utterly ruthless from the start, aiming to kill with every move, Reiger had every reason to eliminate her.
Even though he knew she was portrayed as a pitiable character in the original work, that was not a reason for Reiger to tolerate her.
If one intends to kill, then one must be prepared to be killed.
At that moment, Reiger slowly approached Tristan.
"[Advanced Item Creation]."
A pitch-black longsword was formed in his hands, tightly gripped by Reiger.
Seeing this scene, Tristan had not yet reacted when Beryl’s expression had already changed.
"You want to kill Morgan’s daughter?"
Beryl’s gaze towards Reiger also changed.
Tristan also reacted. His face, no longer distorted, now showed a look of fear.
This brought forth an undisturbed comment from Reiger.
"So, you can feel fear?"
As soon as he spoke, Reiger moved in front of Tristan and, without hesitation, raised the longsword and fiercely slashed down.
That slash was incredibly fast.
That slash was extremely ruthless.
Undoubtedly, it was a slash that could decapitate an enemy, a fatal one.
Even if the opponent was an elf, it was the same.
"————"
Tristan felt as if time had slowed down so much that when that incredibly fast slash came down, it seemed like watching slow motion. He clearly saw the light of the slash as it descended.
In that instant, countless images flitted through Tristan’s mind like a carousel, recalling his entire life.
In the end, the most crucial figure remained in Tristan’s mind.
"Mother superior!"
The girl couldn’t help but shout out to the owner of that figure, like a witch bound to the stake about to be consumed by fierce flames, her voice filled with sorrow.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the space in front of Tristan trembled.
The space unfolded like a mirror, allowing a tall figure to appear in front of Reiger.
The person raised the staff-like black spear in their hands to meet Reiger’s fast and fierce blade, and at the last moment, blocked it.
"Clang——!"
Within the intense ringing sound, like a bell, the black sword and black spear collided heavily, stirring up a fierce wind that swept across the room.
In that moment, time stood still.
Reiger and the sudden intruder locked gazes, both falling silent.
Beryl also fell silent.
Only Tristan, seeing the figure blocking in front of her, suddenly became excited.
"Mother superior!"
The newcomer was indeed Morgan.
The witch who ruled the winter had once again left her throne, appearing in front of Reiger.
Reiger watched Morgan.
Morgan was also watching Reiger.
The two faced each other with weapons clashing, but they were unable to continue the confrontation.
For, the powers within both of them were retracting at a rapid pace, similar to that time Reiger attacked Morgan in Salisbury, the power encompassing their bodies instantly losing its effect.
Clearly, this was the effect of the Oath Stake, causing both of them, now enemies, to lose their powers, unable to continue the confrontation.
Reiger silently withdrew his sword, coldly watching Morgan.
Morgan, however, turned around to face Tristan.
"Mother superi..."
Tristan was just about to shout out.
"Slap!"
A sharp slap echoed, cutting Tristan off.