âHe, hey!!â
Hector shouted in surprise.
He didn't know where to start pointing out Asterâs actions, so he couldn't point out anything.
It was already difficult enough to confront the monsters on the barrier, but to go beyond the barrier? And to face a man who seems to be a high-ranking member of the Manggot alone?
Thereâs no guarantee that the monsters wonât interfere, and even if Aster is stronger than that Manggot man, the Manggot hiding in the forest wouldnât just stand by.
Did he jump over the barrier without thinking about all that?
No, more than that.
âIs it okay to jump from this height! Heâs not even a magician!â
The most immediate concern came first, but.
Tap-
Aster landed on the ground calmly, as if it were unbelievable that he had jumped from such a height.
âHoo.â
Notker saw that. He must have used an aura technique, but there was no deceleration as he fell until his feet touched the ground. Perfect movement and aura control.
âNice to meet you, Aster Evans.â
âDo you know me?â
âOf course. I heard youâre a very arrogant brat. The talk about being comparable to the Zodiac.â
At those words, Aster frowned.
âThatâs absurd.â
âHoo, so you do know your place?â
âOf course. My strength is far too weak compared to the Zodiac.â
âHmph, youâre a boring guy.â
Thud!
Notker slammed his greatsword into the ground. The tip of the sword lightly embedded itself in the ground, and he spoke.
âMy name is Notker! One of the shepherds of the Manggot! Iâve come to set fire to the Empire!â
âAre you announcing arson?â
âHahaha! Thatâs right. All of the Manggot are arsonists. Thatâs right.â
Aster briefly nodded at Notkerâs bold proclamation.
With an expression that showed no hint of what he was thinking, Aster, as if he had forgotten something.
âOh, right, this.â
Flick
He returned the spear that Notker had thrown back to him.
Notker instinctively received the spear with a puzzled expression.
âIâll give it back.â
ââ¦â¦?â
Notker stared at Asterâs face for a long time, wondering what he was doing.
Aster tilted his head.
âIsnât it yours?â
ââ¦â¦Huh.â
The spear that Notker threw.
The spear thrown with all his might to pierce Asterâs head.
Aster returned it, saying it was his.
As if he were handing over a lost wallet.
ââ¦â¦I heard Constel is full of crazy people.â
Notkerâs aura swelled. Aster drew his sword at the sight of the greatsword and the aura that seemed to be burning.
Asterâs posture was nothing special, just a middle stance with his sword held in both hands.
Notker exhaled as if burning the air.
âYou must be the pinnacle, Aster Evans.â
ââ¦â¦I have a normal personality.â
Thud!
As if he didnât need to hear any more, Notker closed the distance. His aura-clad feet kicked off the ground, and the cracks in the split earth followed him.
Clang!
Notkerâs strike descends with the wind. Aster raises his sword to block it.
âWhat is this clumsy defense!â
Notker had actually anticipated that Aster would deflect the attack. The stronger the force, the more the opponent tries to subdue it with a gentle wave. Especially the more skilled they are.
In fact, Ludovic, who is also a swordsman and a Zodiac, would have deflected it.
Notker specializes in taking advantage of that deflection, but if he blocks it head-on like this, thereâs nothing he can do with his specialty.
âYouâll die if you keep blocking like that.â
Notker growled. Even while their swords were crossed, he didnât like Asterâs plain face. He was clearly using his strength, frowning, and looking at Notker seriously, but something wasnât satisfying.
He had always made all those who underestimated him since he was young pay the price, but Aster didnât seem like that type.
ââ¦â¦Then.â
Asterâs aura, which had been blocking the sword, gradually filled up.
âHere I go, Mr. Notker.â
ââ¦â¦Huh?â
What is this guy doing? Now of all times.
Why is he defending awkwardly, why is he raising his aura now, why is he suddenly mentioning my nameâ¦
Why is everything one beat late?
ââ¦â¦Donât tell me.â
Notker asked with a feeling of disbelief.
âAre you saying that youâre going to attack now? Is that a signal to start the duel?â
ââ¦â¦.â
Asterâs eyes shifted slightly to the side.
ââ¦â¦Iâve been doing it since I was young.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Notkerâs mind went blank for a moment.
But he soon realized why he had been so irritated.
âAlright, Iâve decided.â
âWhat is it?â
âI think I need to tear apart your handsome face to calm down!!â
Clang! Clank! Clang!
After that, Notkerâs indiscriminate attacks began, and Aster blocked them one by one.
Every time their swords clashed, Asterâs sword was pushed back slightly, though faintly. As proof, Aster had stepped back half a step from where he started.
âAster, our leaderâ¦â
During a brief standoff, Notker spoke.
âHe has already checked the compatibility between the Empireâs strong ones and us.â
Saying that, Notker grinned.
âAnd the ideal matchup for the Manggot at that time was you and me.â
Notker was convinced by their recent exchange.
Aster was weaker than him.
Aster, the all-around, all-purpose swordsman.
There was only one way to defeat someone without any outstanding weaknesses.
To be purely stronger than them.
âYou will die here, Aster.â
A warning close to a curse. And Notkerâs aura and killing intent seemed to prove it.
Taking it all in, Aster blinked for a moment.
And with a heavy mouth, Aster said.
âIâm not really handsome.â
ââ¦â¦.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Notker nodded as if he understood something.
âJust die, you son of a bitch!!â