The rampant magic power took an unknown amount of time to finally settle.
In the square before the royal palace on the island in the lake, the sprawled spectators still wore expressions of shock and uncertainty.
Roxie, Ria, Anxi, Aridia, Shana, Warren, and the nobles hiding in the shadows all stared intently toward the stage.
There, Shien leaped back with the Holy Sword in hand, the enormous Blade of Magic Power on its edge having vanished at some point.
On closer inspection, the stage had not suffered any further damage from that astonishing strike. It looked exactly as it had before Shien brought down his Magic Sword.
Harvis held up the Thunderstorm Greatsword as though he had been prepared to take Shien's attack head-on a second before it struck, his face still full of lingering tension.
Clearly, although Harvis had hastily assumed a defensive stance, he had not been confident he could receive Shien's earth-shattering slash without injury.
The only reason he was still standing there completely unharmed was because someone had suddenly appeared before him.
"Lord Rocket?"
Harvis immediately recognized the man's back.
It was Rocket Bigusle, the Empire's strongest knight and the one responsible for protecting Harvis during this visit.
The Empire's strongest, a level ninety-seven existence, held up a greatsword even more outrageous than the Thunderstorm in Harvis's hands. Magic power flowed along its blade as he stood before Harvis.
The sight made Shien narrow his eyes.
Because just now, that man had suddenly entered the arena, drawn that terrifying greatsword from who knew where, and erased Shien's Magic Sword with a single swing.
Yes.
Erased it.
Shien had seen it clearly. The moment his Magic Sword struck and came into contact with that greatsword, the magic power gathered on the Holy Sword's blade seemed to be