Reborn as the Enemy Prince
Chapter 146

Chapter 25. Where it should be (5)

A sword made by melting stars.

A dark-colored sword that does not reflect light at all due to the uniqueness of its material.

– Quang! Kaga River!

And a shining silver sword that seems to reflect even a single hair of the person facing it.

If Planz’s sword contained the night, Dmirea’s sword seemed to contain the midday sun.

If we were to look for something in common between these two completely different swords, it would be their weight. Both were heavy swords that were completely different from Calian’s.

So, Calian was thinking that Count Aizen Aprin, who was working hard to train knights at this very moment, might also use heavy swordsmanship.

‘Because the origin of Kairis swordsmanship is Siegfried.’

The swordsmanship of several knightly families with a long history in Kairis could eventually be categorized as being a little heavier or a little lighter based on Slayman’s sword.

– Kagaga River! Kaaaang!

Therefore, the sound of the swords of Siegfried and Briesen, who are referred to as the two greatest knightly families of Kairis, clashing could only be this loud.

Sparks flew from Planz’s sword, which struck back against Demirea’s sword.

That’s not to say that the two were sparring with such sincerity or anything like that, but sparks really flew. As the blades of equal power continue to tangle, sparks fly in all directions every time the swords meet.

– Kaaaaang! Kaang!

When the sword bounced back after hitting it squarely, Demirea used the recoil to change the direction of her body’s rotation and lowered her sword once again. However, it was blocked by Planz’s sword, which seemed to have already anticipated Demirea’s movements.

The attack continued with Demirea attacking and Plantz defending.

Although it hasn’t been that long since the fight started, Calian recognized that Planz was currently ‘analyzing’ Dmirea’s sword.

Calian shook his head as he looked at Planz, who was using his wits even when exchanging swords.

“I must tell you that using your head during a fight is not a very good habit.”

“Prince Planz?”

“huh.”

“I don’t know about that, but it looks like Leah is winning a lot. Actually, I thought she was going to lose right away.”

The magicians who were talking about useless statues in the Wilhelm Pavilion were forcibly dispersed.

Arsene hadn’t arrived yet, and Planz, who was next to Calian, was sparring with Demirea inside the training hall.

Thanks to this, Jan came and sat next to Kalian, who was sitting alone, and said this. Rather than being the prince’s attendant or Siegfried’s eldest son, he looked like an ordinary older brother talking about his younger brother.

“Did you think Demirea was going to lose to my brother right away?”

“Because they are still young and there is a difference in strength.”

Of course, Yan also knows how to hold a sword.

I literally only know how to hold it, but I know it anyway.

Therefore, Jan also knew that ‘strength’ was needed to handle Siegfried and Briesen’s swords.

“The difference in power… Well, what do you think?”

Calian muttered this and smiled slightly.

It wasn’t that he was laughing at Jan’s inability to properly gauge the two’s abilities, but rather that he seemed to think of Dmirea as just a younger sibling, just as he only saw Calian as a flower-like prince.

okay. What Yan said is not wrong.

Calian, who deals with Aurors, is out of the question, but in any case, Demirea could be at a disadvantage compared to Plants in terms of ‘strength’. Anyway, there are physical differences depending on gender.

– so. What’s that like?

But it’s Demirea.

She is not just a fifteen-year-old girl who is good at wielding a sword, she is Siegfried’s Demirea.

Demirea’s sword strikes are all fierce and heavy, as if such differences should be left to dogs. While Calian focused on using his light body and sword to achieve extreme speeds, Demirea replaces the power from the increased speed with weight.

Therefore, Demirea’s sword is strong enough.

– Quang! Kaaaang!

The two swords collided head-on once again, giving the appearance of a collision. Demirea tightened her hands to catch the flying sword.

Meanwhile, Planz’s sword struck a pretty decent blow. After stretching out with the sound of tearing the air, it digs right into the gap where Demirea returns the sword.

“oh.”

Yan saw that and made a short noise.

No matter what anyone says, Jan also saw the moment when Dmirea was attacked, as if it was true that the elephant had blood. Because of this, Calian looked quite surprised and looked at Yan for a moment. It means that Demirea has eyes that are good enough to follow Plantz’s sword the moment an opening appears.

At the same time, since he was treating Calian like a freshly baked porcelain doll, he had a look in his eyes that said, ‘You can see things like that, but you still worry about me?’

– Kagang!

Demirea, who saw the tip of the sword aiming between the arm and the neck, twisted the handle of the sword to block Plantz’s blow. And

– Kaaaang! Kaang! Kang!

Three linked attacks poured out like a flowing stream.

It is a completely different direction, completely different rotation force, and completely different power from the attack pattern shown to Plantz just a moment ago.

This attack was also blocked, but Calian clearly saw Planz’s gaze narrowing. It seemed like Demirea, who had noticed that he was examining his sword, had noticed that his attack method had changed.

The meaning of Siegfried’s sword is to not judge it with your head.

“Do you think we’ll lose anyway?”

Calian asked with a satisfied smile.

Demirea is a wild beast.

Demirea, holding the sword, was a beast with absolute superiority in strength, moving precisely and biting the neck without mercy.

Plantz, who had received a fierce attack from Demirea, also changed his attitude.

Just like the time before Calian, like a wolf facing a suffocating beast.

Plantz, with eyes that contain both ferocity and calmness, strengthens the hand holding the sword. The attack and defense continues as he blocks the sword extending from Demirea, strikes it down, turns his body, and stabs it back.

“Still, I think Leah will win.”

Calian, who was observing their fight with interest, laughed at Jan’s answer. If Planz had behaved a little better on a regular basis, Kalyan would have probably thought the same thing. It seems like Demirea will win.

Wasn’t it Calian, who had guessed all the winnings and losses at the gambling house where he went to save Kyrie? This time was no different. When the two crossed swords for the first time, victory or defeat was already decided in Calian’s mind. Because I saw that the tip of Planz’s sword was slightly pushed away.

“Dmirea will definitely win. My brother is still no match for Dmirea.”

Demirea didn’t know, but Plantz himself must have felt that he couldn’t win. That’s probably why I tried to use my brain more.

– Kaaaang!

With a dull yet sharp roar, the two swords collided head-on for the third time. Power meets power, and the sound is like thunder tearing apart the dry sky.

“I should have called Kyrie. I would be very disappointed to know that I missed out on such good eye candy.”

Before coming here, Kalian, who I had visited from Kirie, told me not to worry about it and just train as I would be doing something at the Wilhelm Pavilion. Knowing that this was not related to Kalian’s safety, the honest Kirie would have been doing her job regardless of whether she was out of her wits or not.

“But Leia said she wanted to spar with the prince.”

Jan, who arrived in Wilhelm later than Demirea, asked a question that was not a question. It was Jan who told me that Kalian would be here because I wanted to spar with him.

Calian shook his head.

“I can’t today.”

It was difficult to give another explanation, so Calian just said this and laughed.

No matter who my opponent was, I wasn’t planning on picking up a sword today.

I was worried that he might do the same thing as Kirie since he got angry enough to approach ‘Bern’ just a little while ago. I’m afraid that even if it’s possible, I won’t be able to distinguish between sparring and actual fighting.

“Then, can I bring you some warm tea? It will help you calm down a bit.”

Did you understand what I meant? Yan suddenly asked this with a worried look on his face.

Jan is so amazing.

Although he is so tactless that he cannot be defeated by anyone in the world, he is so good at reading Calian’s mood that it is almost perfect.

The same thing happened when I found out that I started hating coffee. I didn’t notice anything, but after serving coffee just once, I never brought it out again.

Calian looked at Yan for a moment and nodded.

“I want to have honey tea with lemon.”

“Yes, I will bring it to you right away.”

The battle between Demirea and Planz continued, but it wasn’t their sparring that was more of a concern right now. It seemed like Demirea would never get hurt or lose.

Therefore, Jan got up without any hesitation and went into the Wilhelm Museum building to prepare tea.

Calian, who was staring at Yan’s back, turned his head back toward the training ground.

– Kagaga River! Kaang!

Planz’s breathing seemed to have become somewhat heavier.

Demirea’s face did not change much as she entered sparring wearing a black jacket that may have been uncomfortable.

Soon Demirea raised her sword and struck it straight down. The sunlight reflected on the mirror-like sword body is dazzling. Plantz raised his sword as if to reject that sparkle. The sword body containing the dark night sky blocked Demirea’s attack.

– Kaaaang! Kagang! Kagang! Kang!

And Plantz’s counterattack continued.

After striking back as if pushing the tip of the sword, he rotated his body in the direction in which the force was extended. An attack that pierces vital points in rapid succession. Calian, who was looking at the sword that looked like it was split into several branches, looked surprised once more.

This time it’s not because of Yarn, but because of Planz.

“That… is mine.”

It was clearly an attack that Kalyan had shown only once before, against Planz.

“You’ve learned more from me than I thought.”

Calian grinned as he muttered to his smart older brother, who had even learned things he had never taught him. I have a feeling that teaching Planz will not take as long as I thought.

Demirea, who could not have known of Calian’s reaction, used a wide sword attack and blocked Plantz’s attack.

– Shhh!

Soon, Demirea’s sword made its final sound. Planz’s sword blocked his path, and the silver sword, which attacked with all its might and weight, sent the ink-colored sword flying far away.

– Kaaaang!

– Cheonggang!

The sword flew several meters and fell to the floor of the training hall, making the training hall cry once again. Planz did not look in the direction where the sword flew. He looked at the tip of Demirea’s sword, which stopped exactly in front of his heart, and at the two blue-grey eyes that were as strong as his hands, which did not waver even though they sparred while supporting that heavy sword.

“You lost.”

And he admitted that he had lost.

Demirea sheathed her sword. Demirea sheathed her sword with skillful hands and slightly lowered her head.

“Thank you for your hard work, prince.”

Then he picked up the sword that had fallen and held out the handle to Plantz. Plantz laughed at the winner’s kindness and accepted it. Plantz lightly glanced at the blade, which was not damaged in the slightest even though it had been handled so roughly, and put the sword into its sheath.

Demirea, who was watching this, said.

“It’s a very good sword.”

If Calian had heard this, he would probably have made a sorry face. Another sword made from the same material and given to Kirie. In the past, it seemed like the sword’s original owner was Demirea.

Plantz nodded slightly and answered.

“As good as it was, it was heavy.”

This is the sword that Calian gave to him as a price to keep his secret.

Isn’t that what ultimately tied the feet of Planz, who had no regrets about life, to the ground? Therefore, it was a sword that felt heavier to Planz than anything else.

Because it was a bit hot, Demirea took off her jacket and draped it over her arms.

“It is an object that divides the path between life and death. It shouldn’t be heavy.”

Different reasons.

But in the end it was the same conclusion. Both Planz and Dmirea. There is no one who does not feel the sword in their hand is heavy.

Of course, the same must have been true for Kalian, who was sitting far away from them, sipping honey tea.

“Oh, it’s a tangerine.”

“I think you like tangerines more than lemons.”

“Yeah. Good.”

How did Jan know this?

The scent of honey tea filled with tangerines instead of lemons was sweet. Kalian, who was holding the heaviest sword, looked at Yan and laughed together with the scent.