Chapter 11

Amidst the skies, a majestic wyvern tears through the horizons towards a nearby city, driven by a single objective: to find Jeanne. Its imposing wings flap vigorously, cutting through the air and amplifying its speed, determined to reach its destination as quickly as possible.

However, in a fateful instant, fate plays a trick on this mighty wyvern. An unknown object, an unrelenting force, pierces through its body, interrupting its triumphant flight. Amidst chaotic turbulence, its wings lose synchronization, and its body plummets in free fall towards solid ground. The roar of pain and frustration echoes through the skies as the wyvern, now vulnerable, struggles to control its descent and survive the impending impact.

"I see I have excellent aim."

A raspy and ominous voice resonates as the footsteps of the being approach the fallen wyvern.

The entity retrieves its spear from the wyvern's back, which has fallen and died. As it gazes upon the wyvern, it mentally questions, "Is it possible?" Then, it places its hand on the wyvern. Mud flows out of its own body and enters the wyvern's, causing it to rise.

"It's alive! Hahahahaha," the being begins to laugh.

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A whirlwind of emotions swept over Rémy as a shockwave coursed through his body, announcing the sudden death of his loyal wyvern. His heart, tormented by doubt, squeezed as if crushed by an invisible fist. The deep connection he shared with the majestic creature was brutally severed, leaving him stunned and disoriented.

Rémy's eyes fixated on the direction where his wyvern met its tragic fate, desperately searching for any trace that could reveal the terrible truth. His thoughts churned, dancing between the dark possibilities of what could have occurred. Was it a cruel ambush, a stealthy attack, or perhaps some mysterious and malevolent force?

While uncertainty enveloped his mind, Rémy prepared to mount his other wyvern, ready to soar through the skies and fly towards the place where the first wyvern was destined to meet Jeanne, his beloved companion. However, before he could act, one of his other wyverns let out a cry of agony, a distress call that pierced Rémy's ears.

In a swift and instinctive motion, Rémy turned his body towards the anguished cry, his expression a blend of determination and apprehension. His keen eyes scanned the horizon with voracity, seeking to identify the source of the imminent danger that had elicited such a desperate plea. Every fiber of his being was alert, aware of the need for caution and careful assessment before any impulsive action.

Rémy was swift as lightning, propelling himself upwards and deftly mounting the majestic back of a wyvern. With powerful wingbeats, the winged creature flew in the precise direction Rémy desired, gliding through the skies in a ballet of strength and speed.

It didn't take long for Rémy to reach his destination, realizing, by the mournful cry emitted by the wyvern, that his mission was fulfilled. The brave winged reptile fell lifeless, bearing witness to the victory of the bold knight.

"Well, well, Lancelot. Great, now I don't have one more enemy to worry about. But now there are two..." Rémy remarked, furrowing his brow as the weight of the challenge increased. He wasn't sure if he would be able to triumph over Lancelot, but determination boiled in his heart. He knew he needed to prevail, for the citizens who relied on his protection.

"Urrrrrr!" Lancelot let out an intimidating growl upon realizing Rémy's approach. The knight was alert, his eyes scanning the surroundings, unsure if Carmilla lurked in the shadows, ready for the confrontation. Every fiber of his being was prepared for the challenge that lay ahead, and he would not leave his people defenseless.

Rémy remained on high alert, his eyes anxiously scanning the environment for any sign of Carmilla. At the same time, his attention was divided as Lancelot, motionless and menacing, pointed his lance directly at him, emitting wild grunts that echoed like beastly roars.

"Right. Where the hell are you, Carmilla? I'm sure you're around here..." whispered Rémy, his curiosity turning into an urgent need to find her. However, his efforts proved futile as Carmilla remained elusive and out of his reach.

In a moment of quick intuition, Rémy decided to take action. With a determined shout, he commanded the wyvern, "Go left!" The mighty creature flapped its powerful wings, swiftly moving away from their location. At that instant, a mysterious occurrence took place: from the spot they were standing before, a statue fell, revealing a sinister purple hole resembling a portal.

Driven by adrenaline and a dose of courage, Rémy seized the moment. Gathering all his strength in his legs, he delivered a powerful kick, causing the wyvern to dive downward while he himself was launched upward into the air. His guttural cry of effort resonated through the area, blending with the wyvern's roar.

In that exact moment, Lancelot interposed himself between Rémy and the wyvern, his imposing and threatening figure cutting through the space between them. Rémy's quick perception saved him from the imminent impact, avoiding a dangerous confrontation.

The majestic wyvern, which had been thrown downward, desperately flapped its powerful wings to rescue Rémy mid-air. However, at that precise moment, a sinister figure emerged from the shadows: Carmilla. With her staff in hand, she performed a ceremonial movement, from which emanated a sinister wave of blood, ruthlessly directed at the wyvern. Unfortunately, the imposing winged creature had no chance to dodge the devastating attack.

The crimson wave pierced the wyvern's body lethally, extinguishing its life. Rémy clicked his tongue in disgust, witnessing the death of one of his loyal companions.

An enraged growl echoed through the air, heralding Lancelot's fury as he fiercely charged toward Rémy. The perplexed youth exclaimed in surprise, "Hell! How are you already here?!" While still in the air, Rémy didn't even have time to summon his noble phantasm in defense. Now, he found himself forced to face the imminent attack and felt a devastating impact as if struck by a colossus.

Amidst the whirlwind of events, Lancelot increased the force in his fist, determined to reduce Rémy to a mere projectile. Launched through the air like a bullet, the brave young man collided violently with the ground, causing a thunderous crash that devastated the area and raised a dense curtain of dust.

"Lancelot, stop him! I have a surprise in store for him!" shouted Carmilla, positioned beneath Lancelot, descending from the sky. A deep growl escaped the lips of the fearsome warrior, interpreted by Carmilla as an agreement.

"Fortunately, I activated my noble phantasm before touching the ground," Rémy whispered, relieved, although the pain from Lancelot's punch still throbbed in his body. Aware that the smoke obstructed his vision, he wielded his lance, a noble phantasm, and swung it with formidable force, generating winds that dissipated the misty veil.

Amidst the newly acquired clarity, Rémy caught a glimpse of Lancelot lying on the ground, but Carmilla had vanished once again. "Does this woman only hide? It's becoming tedious. Think, Rémy! Think! Where could she be hiding?" the young man exclaimed, frustrated with the difficulty of guessing Carmilla's whereabouts, especially in a green field with no obvious hiding spots.

"Uuuuuurrrrrrrr!" Lancelot roared, planting his left foot on the ground and lunging towards Rémy. "Don't you have another way to communicate?" Rémy bellowed, irritated, as fighting Lancelot while trying to guess Carmilla's location was an almost impossible task. Avoiding summoning his wyverns was crucial as it would drain his precious mana, and he couldn't afford to lose too much energy.

Rémy charged head-on against Lancelot with his lance, although the warrior was dangerously close already. His powerful strike caused a shockwave. However, the young hero realized, with a mix of effort and fear, that he couldn't directly compete with Lancelot's overwhelming strength, as he would end up defeated.

Rémy delivered a kick to Lancelot's chest, attempting to push him away, but a sharp pain shot through his leg. Nonetheless, despite the discomfort, the blow had an effect. "Here he comes again. It seems he knows no exhaustion, as expected of a Knight of the Round Table," Remy lamented while admiring Lancelot's determination. His complaint stemmed from the fact that he had just distanced himself from the knight, only to see him come charging back furiously.

Once again, the two engaged in a frenzied dance of swift strikes, resembling lightning in their frenzy. However, it became evident in this clash that Remy was at a disadvantage due to Lancelot's strength. In a bold move, Lancelot delivered a low strike, but Remy seized the opportunity to jump and hit Lancelot's head squarely with his lance.

"What?!" Remy exclaimed, surprised to find that his lance hadn't pierced the armor, as if there was an invisible protection. "This can't be! Is this ability the same as mine? This guy is using the same ability as me!" Remy pondered, a bitter smile forming. Quickly, he defended himself from the approaching punch but was thrown away, managing to stay on his feet this time.

"You are impressive, Rider. You even caught the attention of that Countess. I bet Rider is your class... Fighting against a Knight of the Round Table and still maintaining a Berserk state is no easy task. But which legend do you belong to? I can't figure it out. I'm curious," Carmilla uttered, intrigued. She kept her distance from Remy since her ability to conceal her presence wasn't as high. If she had been closer, Remy would have noticed. Therefore, she chose to stay away. It seemed that Remy wasn't good at detecting things from a distance.

"This is completely unfair, you know that, Lancelot?" Remy expressed, worried. He didn't know how to face someone who possessed the same ability as him. It wasn't a matter of ignorance but rather the uncertainty of being able to withstand more than his opponent.

"Urrrrrr!" Lancelot responded with a growl and charged at Remy once again, his bloodlust overflowing. "You need to find more control, you're excessively enraged," Remy commented, stepping back, avoiding a direct confrontation with Lancelot.

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