Watching Seiya wield the holy sword Durandal as easily as an extension of his arm, Xenovia collapsed to the ground with a devastated expression.
"Seriously? Are you trying to fake an injury? I didn't even touch you!"
As everyone knew, battle-damaged clothing was practically standard for female fighters in the world of Demon High School. At this moment, Xenovia's clothes had likewise been reduced to a battle-damaged state by the impact of their recent clash.
With her clothes reduced to little more than strips of fabric and the utterly broken expression on Xenovia's face, she looked just like an R-rated CG from an adult game!
"Not only did I lose without being able to fight back at all, but as a Sacred Sword Wielder, I couldn't even hold onto the holy sword in my hand..."
Xenovia did not care too much about her exposed state. What she truly could not accept was that she had lost so utterly to the Demon before her, without any ability to resist.
She even suddenly felt that she was unworthy of being a Sacred Sword Wielder, much less qualified to wield Durandal.
"Durandal is the symbol of courage and loyalty. Since you earned its recognition, that proves you possess those qualities.
Like I said before, whether it is a demonic sword or a holy sword, they are merely weapons. A sword itself represents nothing.
If you let yourself be limited by whether a sword is holy or demonic, then that will be the extent of your achievements for the rest of your life."
As he spoke, Seiya planted Durandal into the ground before Xenovia.
As the victor, he could have taken Durandal for himself. After all, Xenovia and the others had provoked him first. Even if Michael from the angel faction came knocking, they