Chapter 117 The Hero Arrives

  "This is..."

  Seeing this scene, Loki subconsciously opened his eyes wide, and Ais took a step forward unconsciously. An uncontrollable wavering appeared in her eyes. Looking at Est who was slowly rising, she squeezed out the name that made her dream from the depths of her throat.

  "Fairy spirit..."

  Pure, sacred, powerful, it seemed as if all the beauty in the world could be tied to the holy sword transformed by the girl.

  The moment the girl called Sword Princess saw Est, her body began to tremble, which was unusual.

  She stared at the holy sword with dazed and confused eyes, and then gradually shifted her gaze to Roland who was holding the sword.

  If other people saw Ais's loss of composure, it would definitely cause an uproar in Orario, but now, the Sword Princess glory has been completely taken away by Roland.

  "It's a fairy spirit! In the legend..."

  "Hero! A living hero!"

  Any adventurer would have heard of the legend of the hero, and that is why they were shocked by Roland's appearance.

  It's boiling.

  The spectators, who were already surprised and curious about the development of the situation, seemed to be ignited in an instant. Noisy sounds surged out like a tide. Although many adventurers looked back unwillingly, they quickly ran out to inform the clan's main god of the news.

  The only ones who could remain calm were Roland, who was smiling, and Loki, who had his eyes wide open.

  "Ais-tan!"

  She used a rather stern voice to wake up Ais, who had stopped and stood there in shock.

  "Draw your sword. This kid is not joking. You can't hold back in this fight."

  As if she realized something, strong emotions emerged in Ais's crystal clear eyes. She drew the sword at her waist with the most solemn attitude in her life, and then, the next moment, she turned into an afterimage that was difficult to capture with the naked eye and rushed towards Roland.

  "It's a strong desire to win, which deserves praise,"

  Roland said with ease, simply raising his hand to casually block Est's attack, allowing the huge amount of magic power to spread through Est.

  Unlike before, as the best among the lv5, Ais's level was just what Roland wanted. In other words, fighting at this level made him feel more comfortable.

  "But the result won't change at all, I win anyway!"

  Roland lowered his body slightly, bent his toes, and shot out like an arrow, actively heading towards Ais.

  After realizing that Roland's speed was no less than hers, Ais quickly rushed to the side, looking for new opportunities.

  "If you can't win in strength, then find another way?"

  Roland's pupils followed Ais's figure closely. The other party's speed was so fast that only an afterimage was left, but in his eyes it slowly showed a clear trajectory.

  In terms of combat power, the high-level adventurers in this world have physical fitness comparable to that of servants, and they have even more experience in dealing with various monsters. However, due to the current environment, they still lack a lot in combating humans compared to the ancient heroes.

  So, let me give the world a little heroic shock.

  Roland raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his hand and slashed at Ais.

  Est, infused with magic, shone brightly, and an astonishing sword light suddenly appeared, flying out and sweeping directly in the direction of Ais, blocking all the space for her to escape.

  "call--!"

  In the closed room, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

  "Wake up——!"

  Looking at the sword light that turned into a silver line, Ais used her magic without hesitation. In an instant, the magic power of the wind dispersed the dust around her and gave her limbs new strength.

  She stepped into the air in a posture that completely violated the laws of physics, and rushed towards the sword light at a speed that was faster than ever before. She brushed past the sword light that was strong enough to cut her in two at a dangerous angle that was almost parallel, and avoided the attack by a hair's breadth.

  A strong wind blew past, blowing open Ais's flowing hair like a curtain.

  "Boom——!"

  But the dazzling sword light did not disappear because of her dodge. The empty high wall behind her was cut in half. The upper half of the building fell down heavily without support, causing a heavy sound and a sky full of dust.

  This scene caused the surrounding adventurers to quickly retreat in surprise and fear, with the shock on their faces in unison, as if they were rehearsing a drama.

  Just a random strike can easily accomplish such an attack that can split mountains and crack rocks. Such destructive power is second to none in Orario. Apart from those wizards who can use magic, there are very few people who can achieve such a level with just a melee attack.

  "Not bad, not bad, do you want more? Est!"

  Even Roland was surprised by the power of this attack, because compared with the magic power he input, the conversion efficiency was too high. It could be said that it was not much different from his innate anger, but the concept of one was more inclined towards energy, while the other was more inclined towards sharpness.

  Describing Est as an A-grade Noble Phantasm is simply an insult to her. Even in the original world, her true form is a magic weapon that can kill the Elf King, the origin of the world.

  As if to prove itself, Est, emitting silver light, trembled slightly, and the holy light on it gradually covered the entire sword body, absorbing Roland's magic power with a more greedy attitude, showing its own strength.

  The magic power was transformed into a strange divine power, which filled Roland's limbs and bones, allowing his physical ability to reach a higher level. With a wanton smile, Roland took a wrong step, and his speed soared suddenly, flashing across the ground.

  The next moment, the sword light that swept through the space flashed in front of Ais again, but this time Ais did not dodge like before, or use the previous tactics. Instead, she used her other hand to hold the sword and took Roland's attack.

  Even with the help of magic, Ais's feet still sank into the ground, creating a spider-web-like pit.

  When not unleashing pure strength, the power displayed by Est who only focuses on the sword is even more powerful.

  If it weren't for her usual fighting style which resulted in her current weapon being a special item with indestructible properties, she would probably have been cut in half by this sword.  

  But compared to this life-or-death battle, what made Ais more troubled was Roland's physical strength.

  After achieving the desired result, Roland did not intend to give her any time to breathe. He swung down sword after sword as if he did not feel tired at all.

  Every time the swords intersected, Ais felt a powerful recoil force. The sword blades that were said to be indestructible also began to show fine cracks after repeated resistance.

  Without any sword skills or tactics, Roland just kept attacking her with pure strength. Within a few seconds, countless blows had made Ais's arms feel weak and her perception became weaker and weaker.

  If this continues, my hand will be disabled first.

  Ais's eyes fixed, and she turned her steps, just about to disrupt Roland's rhythm, but the next slash that followed, as if it had predicted her thoughts, forced her to give up the idea of retreating.

  There is no other way...

  "Sweep it up——!"

  After activating the magic again, Ais changed its output power with different spells, causing the violent wind to explode like a sharp blade, replacing the weapon as a fulcrum to resist the sword light.

  But contrary to Roland's expectations, Ais did not use this opportunity to escape from his attack range and regroup. Instead, she embraced the strong wind again, letting it wrap around her body like a gauze, turning into a swift shadow, and in the blink of an eye, she took the initiative to rush in front of Roland.

  Immediately, she mercilessly shot out the cracked tip of the sword in her hand, stabbing it from a blind spot, straight at Roland's throat.

  This attack, which seemed like a sure-kill move, was executed with superb technique and agile elegance. It only took a moment from defense to deflection to counterattack.

  Ais's figure seemed to have turned into a gust of wind, bringing with it violent waves, and she seized the almost non-existent opportunity in the midst of the endless and overwhelming slashing attacks that came like thousands of troops.

  "How beautiful…"

  Faced with such a scene, Roland couldn't help but sigh.

  "It's more like dancing than martial arts."

  Then, he raised the silver holy sword in his hand and responded in the same way, taking the initiative to strike back.

  Seeing Roland's lightning-fast charge, Ais's face, which had always been calm and resolute even in difficult situations, couldn't help but change.

  She was very familiar with this posture and this speed. This was clearly the special skill she was using.

  Just by taking a look, he learned his skills?

  As if to confirm Ais's idea, at the critical moment, the two suddenly flashing swords collided with each other with a crisp sound, splashing out dazzling sparks.

  "--bite!"

  The next second, the tips of the two swords collided precisely. Such a precise and identical attack could no longer be described as a simple coincidence.

  This has transcended the mundane realm, because Ais's sword skills do not belong to mortals, but are the afterimage left by the character named father in her past memories.

  "Why do you...?"

  The taciturn Ais looked at Roland who was slowly pressing down the hilt of the sword in his hand, and asked with eyes full of suspicion and desire.

  "Because, I also have the talent of a mere hero."

  Roland raised his eyes, met Ais's gaze, and spoke softly.

  Then, without even time to react, whistling magic power burst out from Est, leaving arcs of light in the air, gathering into a vortex and exploding.

  This substantial impact force was transmitted through the tip of Est's sword. With a loud bang, it shattered the indestructible sword forged by the god of forging in Celtic Mythology into tiny pieces with a devastating force. The pieces flew away and did not stop even after penetrating the surrounding walls and floor.

  Ais sat on the ground in a daze, with the sword blade gleaming with cold light against her fair and tender neck. Roland stood in place, holding the sword in one hand, and announced the result of the battle with a smile.

  "Ms. Ais, you lose."

  Although many people had anticipated this scene, when it actually happened, the whole place still fell into dead silence.

  Less than ten seconds had passed, and the Sword Princess, who was favored by the gods and once regarded as the next strongest person, was easily defeated by a young man who had not yet received a Falna, and even her weapon was chopped into pieces.

  After a brief period of silence, the riots slowly emerged.

  "That guy, does he really have no Falna?"

  "Too scary, let alone level 5, it will be defeated so easily even if it is level 6."

  "That's Sword Princess...that Ais Wallenstein."

  "If he gets the Falna, I'm afraid the title of the strongest in Orario will soon no longer belong to Freya's Familia."

  The onlookers who retreated far outside the guild showed curious and excited expressions. Even the dumbest guys could realize that they were witnessing history with their own eyes today.

  This is not a miracle belonging to Orario, but an epic belonging to the whole world.

  After a thousand years, before the picture of the familia mythology had slowly unfolded, a young man suddenly appeared, with his own fairy spirit, and in the most ostentatious manner stopped the progress of the times and stepped on him unceremoniously.

  One cannot enter a dungeon without a Falna, and the level gap between adventurers is insurmountable. These things, which have long been regarded as common sense, must regard one person as an exception.

  But no matter what attitude one has towards Roland, whether it is jealousy or admiration, a simple fact has been laid out before the whole world.

  ——The hero has arrived.