The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

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The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

Chapter 335: Here, Go Fetch

As soon as the duel began with Lime’s shout, Shudo charged in with his sword raised high, kicking off the ground just like during the Saramāju incident, recklessly rushing straight at me.

“Haahhhh!!!”

“No. You seem pumped, but didn’t I tell you what happens when you come at me head-on before?”

I said that while extending my hand, cloaked in magic, trying to grab Shudo’s sword, but noticing my intent, Shudo gathered magic in his legs to enhance them, jumping just a bit in front of me to soar over, landing while executing a horizontal slash from behind.

“Oh? Looks like you learned a little.”

“Tsk!”

However, using Detection Magic, I didn’t even need to see him; I sensed Shudo’s movement and adjusted my sword in response to his attack, blocking it even as it came from behind.

“Come on. Bring more at me. Show me a bit of your growth.”

“Damn it! Don’t underestimate me!!!”

After taking some distance, Shudo unleashed a series of attacks, using feints and misdirections that he hadn’t before, but I dodged all of them, parried with my sword, and even poked him with my fingers while taunting.

“Why can’t I hit you?!”

“Hmm. I wonder why.”

Though Shudo continued to attack desperately, his results didn’t change, and his sword merely sliced through the air emptily.

“Why? I learned sword techniques from the Sword Saint, Duke Horstin, who’s Ride’s father! Why!!!”

“Oh, I see. You went to learn during winter break, huh? Hard work!”

Indeed, compared to before, Shudo’s swordsmanship had visibly improved; his strikes were sharper and more precise without any wobbling, and the addition of feints made predicting his movements tougher.

Well, that’s only if he were an ordinary opponent.

“Sorry, but no matter how hard you train, just swordsmanship isn’t enough to take me down. The techniques you’re mastering and your future growth are a bad match for me.”

Learning from the Duke Horstin, known as the Sword Saint, wasn’t inherently a bad thing, and it was a fact that he had grown.

But this time, he was just up against the wrong opponent.

If he were facing some random knight, his current sword skills would be enough to hold his own, but I was someone who had seen Shudo’s swordsmanship and growth time and again in the past.

Naturally, I knew how he fought, what thought patterns he used, and how he would grow.

In other words, I was aware of the future form he would eventually take, and given that Shudo was still just on his way there, I could easily read and predict his movements.

Moreover, even though he was called a Sword Saint, Duke Horstin was still a knight, so while his swordsmanship was refined, it remained clean and predictable for someone without his level of experience.

The reason he was called a Sword Saint was not just because he mastered his swordplay perfectly, but because he had accumulated countless experiences that gave him intuition and judgment as a warrior.

Thus, it was only natural that Shudo, who merely mimicked the form without understanding, would be an easy target for me given his current lack of experience and judgment.

“What the hell! I absolutely have to win against you and save Fiera and the others!!!”

“Feel free to be angry, but what changes with that? Your movements just become simpler, and your thinking grows monotonous. Didn’t the Sword Saint teach you that?”

“Shut up! Don’t make fun of my master!!!”

I didn’t mean to make fun of him, but what the heck was going on in his thought process?

It seemed like everything I said just sounded like insults to him now.

“Solar Magic…”

“Oh, so you’re using that now? That’s a bad move.”

Seemingly unable to endure his attacks not landing, Shudo unleashed white magic and muttered that, gripping his sword with both hands and raising it high.

“Sunlit Sword Technique: ‘Flame Heaven’!!!”

With the invocation of that technique, as Shudo swung his sword down, the concentrated magic gleamed white like sunlight, gouging the ground as it rocketed towards me in an instant.

“Spatial Magic: ‘Acceleration’”

In response, I used spatial magic, and it felt like everything in my field of vision had slowed to a crawl, allowing me to move as if everything continued at normal speed.

“Your defense is wide open, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

To Shudo, it probably looked like I appeared right in front of him in an instant; his expression was clearly shocked as he swung down his sword, but I ignored him and delivered a punch to his gut with my free left hand, then drove the hilt of my sword up into his chin.

“Gah!?”

“Told you, right? Bad move.”

Shudo, taken aback by the hit to his jaw, spat blood from his mouth, and perhaps dazed by a concussion, he collapsed to the ground weakly.

“The Solar Magic ‘Flame Heaven’ is indeed a technique with speed and power, but since the attack is a downward slash, its effective range is narrow, and the big swing from above leaves you completely open afterward. It’s not a bad choice against an injured opponent or for a decisive move, but against someone like me who’s suffering no damage, it’s just a bad choice.”

“W-w-ha… Why are you so…”

“Why so knowledgeable? That’s not your concern. So, are you continuing or what?”

“Of course, I am…”

Shudo said that while holding his head, staggering as he stood up, but the sword in his hand had shattered under the strain of his magic, and only the grip part remained.

“Hmm. In that case, use your holy sword.”

“…Huh?”

“Didn’t you hear me? I said use your holy sword. You can’t fight with that one anymore, and with your current skill, you won’t stand a chance against me. If you really want to save Fiera and the others, then use the holy sword.”

“But… that would break the rules…”

“Who cares? I’m saying it’s fine. Lime-sensei thinks so too, right?”

I glanced at Lime, and she nodded without any sign of hesitation.

“If Lewis-kun is fine with it, I won’t say anything. Besides, it would spare any trouble later on.”

“There you go. Now hurry and go get your precious holy sword. Or will you give up right here?”

“Damn it!”

Shudo said that with frustration, wobbling towards his friends, then returned, this time with the holy sword in one hand, but it seemed the damage I’d dealt him earlier had healed completely.

“Auto-recovery, huh? Really a troublesome ability.”

The holy sword’s auto-recovery had healing capabilities that rivaled complete recovery via Light Magic, allowing it to recover instantly even if an arm were severed, as long as the wielder was alive.

Well, it used up a lot of magic power compared to regular spells, making it inefficient, but for Shudo, who was chosen as the Hero and experienced an increase in magic capacity, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal.

“I will absolutely not lose!”

“You’ve lost to me so many times; what are you saying? It’s about time you learn what reality is.”

“I will never forgive evil!!”

Shudo yelled that as he poured magic into the holy sword, which shone brightly, and, like a knight, he prepared to charge while letting out a battle cry.

“Alright then. This is where the real fight begins. For now, let’s see how far this guy can go.”

Thus, the duel, which had ended in my overwhelming victory in the first half, transitioned to the second half against Shudo, now wielding the holy sword.

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