I Became the Guild Leader in Exile

60 – 11# Amazones (5)

Minerva.

The goddess of wind.

Most people who like wind think it’s about freedom. But Tiphorte had a different idea. She liked the ferocity of the wind, not its freedom.

The wind’s fury shook the heavens and rocked the earth. The moment she faced a fierce storm for the first time in her life. It was only natural that her power was decided.

The ferocious wind spear began to tear Isaac’s arm apart. The sharpness of the wind that pierced his skin was on par with Veronica’s ultimate magic, Longinus.

Shouldn’t I use a sword?

The voice that had echoed in his mind earlier dominated Isaac’s thoughts. It was his instinct. Yes, his experience and instinct were advising him. If he didn’t use a sword, he would die.

Isaac had fought against many strong enemies so far. Even though it was only a year’s worth of experience. It was a different dimension from the achievements and experiences of ordinary heroes.

Phantasmagoria.

Memories of the past that he saw when he fought Veronica. Fragmented memories that flowed instinctively, perhaps because of the fear of death or the pain.

If he used a sword, he could definitely win instantly.

But that wasn’t an option.

A sword was only for ‘enemies that must be killed’.

And if he broke that concept…

“I’d rather die.”

The moment he responded to the instinct shouting in his mind. Time, which had stopped, began to flow again, and Isaac returned to reality. The wind that destroyed everything and engulfed it was truly monstrous.

But Isaac charged forward without hesitation, facing the monster head-on. The flashing wind spear that flew towards him. Isaac’s fist couldn’t withstand it, and it dispersed.

Isaac’s power manifestation.

And Hera’s glory.

The two powers, which had no relation to each other, ironically created an enormous synergy. The oath to fight and die for his family was fulfilled, and Hera’s glory supported it.

In simple terms, that’s how it was.

Using Hera’s glory as a vessel, he could contain much more content than before. The total amount was like the ocean, and he couldn’t see the limit of that vast sea.

Quaaang!!!

Finally, he broke through the wind that had been hindering him until the end. Isaac’s fist finally reached Tiphorte. Tiphorte felt as if her abdomen had been pierced.

“Kkkuu!!”

No, to be precise, it wasn’t pierced. She just felt the shock and pain of that degree. She spat out the blood rising up her throat. Any ordinary hero would have fainted immediately.

But Tiphorte was the Amazon Queen. And being the Amazon Queen meant being the strongest warrior of the Amazons. Even if her spine was broken, she would win unconditionally.

The wind power named Minerva could no longer be used. The power she had exhausted to the limit was broken by that man. There was nothing left. But it didn’t matter.

“If I don’t have teeth, I’ll use my gums!!”

Even in a situation where her last resort was destroyed. Tiphorte didn’t let go of her fighting spirit. She poured all her remaining strength into this fist. And she charged towards the man in front of her.

“Excellent.”

She didn’t hide her determination until the end. Her will didn’t break even in a desperate situation. That’s right. Isaac had read it in the original novel too. Tiphorte didn’t give up until the end.

Their intentions differed.

Their beliefs differed.

In the end, a hero is a hero.

So, on this side, we’ll use all our remaining strength to clash. Breaking bones, twisting, or tearing skin – it doesn’t matter.

It’s all about using our full strength.

And then, our fists clash. There’s no loud, shockwave-like impact. We’ve already exhausted ourselves, after all. It’s just that our twisted fists, Isaac’s fists, have struck hers.

She’s been hit precisely on the back of her neck. Tiphorte has finally bled and collapsed. Her head is shouting to fight, but unfortunately, her body can’t keep up.

“I didn’t expect to lose.”

“…….”

“To someone who didn’t use their full strength.”

Tiphorte already knew. The fact that Isaac Silverte’s sword, not his authority, had defeated one of the three great calamities, Behemoth. So, she tried to bring out her full strength somehow.

At first, she thought she was hiding her numbers. So, this side didn’t use full strength either. It’s only natural for a hero to have a numerical advantage, after all. But as time passed, she started to fall behind.

Feeling like she couldn’t even eat or sleep, she finally brought out her full strength. But in the end, she lost. Losing itself isn’t a problem. It’s just regrettable.

“I brought out the maximum strength I could.”

“Why didn’t you use your sword?”

“A sword is only for those who truly deserve to die.”

“…….”

“That’s why you have to think carefully, and think again.”

In this era, the value of “survival of the fittest” is wrong. Even if a weak person clashes with a strong one, the strong one can simply draw their sword and cut down the weak. It’s the weak one’s fault.

They didn’t recognize the strong one and made a mistake.

Is this really a correct world?

Drawing a sword is a warning that you’re willing to take a life. That’s why you have to think carefully, and think again. It’s a denial of a person’s entire life, and a act of putting a period on their existence.

Someone might say, “Can’t you just draw your sword and adjust your opponent accordingly?” But that’s a mistaken thought. It’s better not to draw your sword at all than to have such a lukewarm determination.

Tiphorte understood Isaac’s intentions. He’s willing to fight for his family, and values human life. In this era, he’s an impossible, highest-level fool.

“But sometimes, fools can change the world.”

Amazon also advocates for the survival of the fittest. However, that doesn’t mean excluding all the weak. Amazon’s survival of the fittest is about warriors hunting monsters to prove their strength.

At least, there’s no crazy person in Amazon who kills people just because they feel like it. From the start, that’s a wrong idea. No one has said anything about it until now.

Because it’s a direct denial of Hades’ intentions. His revenge is feared, and no one dares to do it, keeping it only in their hearts.

“I like it more and more. Will you marry me?”

“I refuse.”

“Why?”

“My heart doesn’t want it.”

Marriage requires careful consideration. It’s a decision to live together with someone for the rest of your life. Of course, you can get divorced in the middle, but that’s a problem for later.

“I see. Then there’s nothing I can do.”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Tiphorte nodded her head in agreement. Only then did Isaac, who was still sitting, extend his hand to her. Tiphorte, as if she had been waiting, grasped it tightly.

“So, let’s get married.”

“?? Didn’t you just say you understood?”

“My heart wants it.”

“Huh.”

“Don’t do something like that.”

Sometimes, in the letters sent by the expelled warriors who came through the transmission, it was written like this. Men and love require pushing and pulling each other. But Tipolte tilted her head.

If you really love someone.

Isn’t it natural to show your whole self?

Why do you do such annoying things? If it were me, I’d just…

“I’ll collide with full force.”

Tipolte declared boldly, and Isaac clicked his tongue.

Is this guy crazy?

Treating a crazy person like a crazy person? It’s a waste. But Tipolte wouldn’t know her own value for the rest of her life. And it would be good for her not to know.

“Sorry, but that won’t work.”

“Zik? When did you come?”

“From the beginning.”

A cold voice, like winter, that even made Isaac flinch. But the coldness was directed not at Isaac, but at Tipolte.

How dare you.

Where did you come from, and what do you want to take from us?

Tipolte immediately realized why Zik was angry. Even in a life-or-death situation, she didn’t run away and only looked at one man until the end.

If you’re a woman, you can’t not know.

The emotions in Isaac’s eyes.

But I won’t treat you like a child. It started because of a whim, and the first impression was good, and we’re not just people who clashed and spilled each other’s blood.

“I thought you were a rat, but it was you?”

Tipolte smiled at Zik, whose eyes had turned red. It was a kind of declaration of war. If you keep acting like that, you might get taken away from me.

Isaac was trying to calm Zik down, but fortunately, the situation cooled down. Thanks to the Iron Shield and Amazon warriors who rushed in.

It seemed like the two women’s battle had ended.