Chapter 107.2: On the Day Spring Arrives (2)
The spirit that touched Cain’s ‘Thunderbolt’ and Agweska let out a piercing shriek as if it were being torn apart.
“Fire—!”
The gap created as he swung his sword.
Elven arrows flew in, tenaciously trying to pierce through that opening.
Cain kicked off the ground and soared into the air.
Crackle, fizz, boom—!
Pure White Thunderbolt, the passive ability of ‘Winter’ that pulsed throughout his body, erupted. The lightning spread like a spiderweb, slightly twisting the trajectory of the arrows as if pulled by a magnet.
Shheeeeeek—!
There were those who aimed for that moment.
The elven swordsmen.
They were waiting for the moment Cain landed, holding their thin, rapier-like swords. If spirits and arrows failed, they would kill him with their swords.
Dadadada—!
That wasn’t all.
The elves, realizing that Cain was aiming for Olivia, dispatched a few of their fastest to her.
It was meaningless until now, but they were determined to use her in any way to capture Cain.
Rather than getting annoyed, Cain laughed at the elves’ consistent and meticulous approach.
“The elves are much better than those crappy humans.”
Those who boasted of being nobles and such would fall with a single elven arrow.
It’s not that the elves have nothing innate, but living in the forest inevitably makes them hunters.
They were known for protecting the forest and cherishing life, but to survive in such a forest, they had to fight.
And the elves Cain knew were also fanatics in another sense, willing to do anything to protect the forest where their tribe’s World Tree stood.
‘Though, I think the Airian Island Elves have crossed the line a bit.’
Wheeik—
Cain raised Agweska high.
He tested how far he could go without consuming the future and confidently dashed across the ground.
Clang!
The blade that flew in, aiming to cut him in half, was deflected by the hilt of Agweska.
Clang—!
The sword thrust from the left, aiming for his armpit, was deflected with a light swing before he broke it with his arm.
Clang, clang, clang—!
Such miracles unfolded endlessly.
A perfect exchange of attack and defense unfolded between Cain and the elves, so flawless that one might believe they had practiced beforehand.
Kwaang—!
Of course, the victor was Cain, who kicked away the elf wielding a sword next to Olivia.
Elder Faye MacGeraghty, who had been watching, trembled.
It was different from Edmund’s charge, but his overwhelming and unstoppable presence overlapped with Cain’s fighting style.
Click— click.
She tapped her fingertips on the sword, repeatedly.
Her mind raced.
Could she leave it to the ordinary elves, or should she, as an Elder, step forward?
It was risky to leave Marquis Ross, who might have hidden tricks up his sleeve, unguarded.
However, if she didn’t intervene, the elves would suffer more casualties.
An opportunity to heal old wounds.
Swoosh, swoosh.
Faye MacGeraghty felt someone tugging at her sleeve and turned her head.
《Go and win.》
It was Glumiêm.
Not her true form, but her presence manifested through an elven archer.
Faye MacGeraghty, who had been agonizing over whether to join the fight, smiled brightly and kicked off the ground.
Shwaaaaaaaaa—!
With the wind spirits lending their power to her already light body, Faye MacGeraghty herself felt like an arrow.
Cain raised his hand to wake Olivia. However, the Elder, who had been observing from afar, was now flying towards him.
Whirrrrrr—!
She spun in mid-air as she charged, and Cain raised Agweska to block the bizarre, spinning sword strike.
But that wasn’t the end.
Faye MacGeraghty, bouncing off Cain’s defense, was pushed back but immediately charged again.
The elves who had surrounded him gradually stepped back, creating an arena for the two of them.
Cain grumbled inwardly.
‘Those sneaky bastards are giving her buffs for a one-on-one fight.’
Cain could see the elves showering Faye MacGeraghty with not only magical buffs but also spirit magic, which was not well known to humans.
Moreover, the environment itself, the ‘Northern Elves’ Forest,’ was empowering the elves.
Shheeeeet—!
Cain dodged Faye MacGeraghty’s sword that flew towards his chest.
“Not yet.”
And then came the follow-up attack.
Shheeeeeeeeek—!
A high-speed combo that suited her light body!
For Cain, whose swordsmanship focused on power and precision rather than speed, the swordsmanship that Elder Faye MacGeraghty displayed was somewhat tricky.
“Son of Edmund, your end is here!”
Roar━.
A green aura surged from Faye MacGeraghty’s entire body. As if the fight until now was just a warm-up, Faye MacGeraghty’s speed increased even more.
Ting━!
Cain drew the optimal trajectory.
‘It’s not difficult to attack anyway.’
Although it would be a strong attack among the Forest Elves, it was nothing special to Cain, whose body and senses were perfectly changed by ‘Winter’s’ passive and whose experience was also rich.
‘But I’m lacking.’
Clang—!
Cain smiled bitterly.
He moved Agweska to block Faye MacGeraghty, who was attacking with blinding speed, as if she were multiple people, in the shortest and most precise path.
Chaeng—!
It was too fast to deflect completely.
Chaaeeeeeeng—!
As their swords clashed, crimson sparks flew. Sparks with the acrid smell of burning metal.
However, Faye MacGeraghty’s rhythm was consistent.
Just as Cain was gradually adapting to her attack rhythm and his defense was stabilizing.
Faye MacGeraghty’s eyes flashed.
Volitans Foliis.
The vision of an elf swordsman.
An unparalleled swordsmanship said to be created based on the trajectory of falling leaves!
In the fleeting gap between rhythms.
Faye MacGeraghty thrust her sword, pouring all her might into it, making the tip seem to split.
“Ed—mund—!”
At the end of her strike was Cain, but to Faye MacGeraghty, it was Edmund, who had instilled fear in her for decades.
Cain saw her screaming his father’s name in desperation and smirked.
“Clever, yet foolish.”
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