A Brief Peace

"Your Highness,"

On the crimson crystal island locked in fierce battle, a bolt of lightning descended.

An elderly, muscular man clad in a long robe and dressed like a priest stepped out of the lightning, clearly having been teleported here.

"The King has sent a message."

The robed elder stepped forward, lowered his head, and whispered into the ear of the young prince covered in battle markings.

?

"It seems today's battle cannot continue."

Tenma Nozomi swept her gaze over him. Though she could not understand the newcomer's language, she could not exactly "read" his lips either.

Yet from the fluctuations of Spiritual Power, she had already discerned that the prince's fighting spirit was fading.

"Yes."

The young prince of Sparta admitted it without hesitation.

"There are some matters I need to handle. So—"

Standing atop the crimson crystal island, the young prince waved a hand, dismissing the old priest who had delivered the message. Then he abruptly raised both hands.

"Appear, Sword of Divine Punishment!"

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble~~!!!

Amid the continuous tremors, a crimson crystal "longsword" as tall as a skyscraper rose from the crystal island behind the prince.

"I'll use this move as our farewell!"

The prince's fading fighting spirit surged back in a blazing display.

He was clearly using his ultimate move.

"Oh?"

Tenma Nozomi made no move to stop him.

No matter what ability it was, it ultimately relied on Spiritual Power. Before her eyes, no sneak attack could exist. Unless he crushed her head-on, it would be almost impossible to defeat her while she wore the Yasakani no Magatama.

"A weapon this huge is fine for stomping weaklings,"

As she watched a hundred-meter crimson crystal greatsword emerge from behind him and hover in the sky, Tenma Nozomi merely shook her head in disappointment.