Forsaken Priest of the Hero's Party-Chapter 49: A Dragons Might

“This is tremendous power. It’s like I’ve become invincible.”

Princess Ardein, who received the strand of divine power, was at a loss for words at the amazing elation. There was no way Ardein, who was royalty and had received such an education, did not know what had afflicted her.

The Demonic Blood Spear. An evil living weapon.

If pierced by this spear, more persistent than a leech, not only is blood sucked out, but vitality is also absorbed.

But that isn’t all.

That spear is like a living demon itself, tearing and devouring human flesh and guts. While doing so, it nourishes itself and becomes stronger and stronger. Wounds inflicted by such a thing do not normally heal easily.

It felt like my guts were torn out, but it healed without any issue. Indeed, it’s a remarkable divine power. If the one bestowing this divine power is not an ancient god, then who could it be?

Magic, divine power, in the end, they are just one of the many powers that exist in this world.

Compatibilities or weaknesses exist between such powers.

However, the divine power of the God of Hope was transcending that level. Even when the magic of the Demonic Blood Spear tried to tear and penetrate the wound, the moment the divine power settled, all those efforts were rendered futile and disappeared.

The Divinity of Hope ignored the malevolent effects of the spear, completely healing the wound. The princess suddenly realized that her condition had reached its peak. With the current elation enveloping her entire body, it felt like she could truly do anything.

The best way to revive combat senses is through real combat.

It was now an opportunity to regain one of the things lost due to illness.

It seemed like she could do it now. Everything was in the best condition.

If she couldn’t do it now, she wouldn’t be able to do it in the future either. Coincidentally, there was an opponent worthy right in front of her eyes.

The princess glared at the duchess with fierce eyes.

Bitch.

Ardein von Illumina was enraged. That anger was not simply because Duchess Shmira revealed her intention of rebellion. The cowardly act she committed took a slightly larger share.

One shouldn’t violate guest rights.

That alone was equivalent to Duchess Shmira crossing a line that should not be crossed.

While it is undeniable that such despicable methods, if successful, bring great benefits, it is also a taboo act to that extent. It was also an act that provoked extreme anger in the parties involved.

It would have been better if the Duchess had simply attacked them when they tried to enter the Duchy.

Even if they would become enemies anyway, she wouldn’t have broken Guest Rights, nor would the resentment have accumulated.

An enraged golden dragon materialized behind the Princess.

“Dragon-Shaped Aura!!”

Only then did the arrogant duchess’s expression break for the first time. She made a perplexed expression and stretched out both hands and something like a bloody mist gathered around her hands. The bloody Aura emanating from the Duchess tried to push the Dragon aside.

Although Magic Auras clashed against each other, the first collision was not intense but rather conciliatory.

Like water and oil touching, they flowed past each other. It was not a situation where one side overwhelmed the other, but rather a tense balance was maintained between them. That was something outside of what the duchess had anticipated.

“Impossible...!”

The Imperial Dragon-Shaped Aura is renowned for its strength, but it still cannot fundamentally overcome the difference in realms. Yet they were evenly matched!

To begin with, the opponent was not an Expert.

H-How is this possible? What on earth is happening?

Is the wall between a Master and an Expert this thin? To the point where a girl who had only been lying sick, let alone training, could break through? Does this even make sense?

It’s only a difference of a single realm, but wasn’t the distance between the two as perilous and grand as a cliff of ten thousand miles?!

“You’ve reached the realm of a Master?! How?!”

The duchess soon realized that she was not very advantageous even in terms of compatibility.

She continued to spew more of the bloody mist from her entire body.

That bizarre Magic Aura continuously tried to invade the Imperial Dragon but was repeatedly repelled. It was as if some sacred blessing had permeated the entire Aura, preventing the penetration of evil forces.

The duchess’s expression distorted in shock. Her Blood Mist Aura is not only powerful in terms of the Aura itself but is specialized in eroding and destroying the magic power of others.

Being unable to do so was no different than starting with one arm cut off. Seeing her flustered, the princess finally smiled.

“Well, well, well...It seems your skills can’t measure to your ambitions, Duchess~ Mayhaps the crown is a burden far too heavy for you to bear.”

“Madness! How can my Bloody Mist be negated like that?! No! I refuse to accept this nonsense! No matter how you managed to become a Master, the levels of our Auras shouldn’t differ to this extent!”

Duchess Shmira grasped her wicked spear as she shouted.

“My Blood Mist is my ambition given form! Even if you managed to offset my Aura, it would still erode you!”

Unfortunately, regardless of how wicked the properties of her Magic Aura are, the moment the Aura tries to penetrate and exert a negative influence, Kyle’s blessing would scatter that power.

Even Grimudo’s Darkness, which swallowed the light of the World, could not surpass the Divinity of Hope,  so no matter how strong Duchess Shmira is, could she surpass the Ancient Demon King?

“I can’t accept it. There’s no way you can be that strong.”

The duchess kicked off the ground and floated into the air, then made a hand seal and chanted a spell. A drizzling bloody mist seemed to rise thickly, and the surroundings were dyed completely red.

Within, the crimson border, a wailing echoed from all directions. Sometimes it seemed like the sound of a crying woman, other times a deranged laughter, as if countless people were shouting in a frenzy.

The ceiling melted and blood dripped down. The gold-made floor dissolved and crumbled in the bloody rain, and the bloody mist thickly covered the world. However, before the rain and mist could take shape and attack Ardein, her golden radiance suddenly compressed.

This was a technique she was using for the first time, but somehow she felt like she could do it.

It was such a moment. Beyond simply being in good condition, it was a moment overflowing with an uplifting feeling that she could do anything. Her body moved as she thought, and her mind was clear without a speck of dust.

A secret art passed down through generations in the imperial family, but only a few managed to showcase it.

It burst out so naturally and skillfully. The smiling princess declared.

“Tsk, tsk. Who even graces their guest with this wailing sound? This is the worst welcoming music I have ever heard. No wonder you haven’t been invited to social circles and have been playing king in this remote place!”

If she would blast her eyes with this horrible sound,

Why shouldn’t Ardein respond with one of her own?

“What nonsense...”

Duchess Shmira, who was about to retort, couldn’t finish her words.

The moment the compressed Aura burst out, a dazzling golden light filled her vision. A vibration that sounded closer to a natural disaster erupting rather than a beast’s roar, a resonance she had never heard before, reverberated all around.

The drops of bloody rain were shattered by the roar and the Bloody Aura that had been engulfing the surroundings disappeared as if washed away. Only the roar, which she heard for the first time in her life, continued to ring out, increasing in momentum.

No one had ever heard the cry of a dragon, but it was certain. This was the cry of a dragon.

The roaring dragon sound, the Dragon Fear, overwhelmed everyone present. The shockwave of the Fear emitted by the Aura took the duchess’s soul and tore her body apart. Only after she fell to the ground, covered in blood, did she come to her senses.

Only after vomiting blood from her mouth did she shout in disbelief.

“W-What kind of technique is this?!”

“The Poem Of The Raging Dragon. A secret art passed down through generations in the imperial family.”

“You expect me to believe that? I’ve never even heard of someone from the imperial family using such a thing!”

“In the first place, it’s a technique that you can only think of using once you reach the Master realm. How many people in the imperial family have reached the Master realm? And even if you reach the Master realm, it’s not a technique that can be used recklessly in the first place.”

The princess’s arm trembled as she said that. For a moment, she almost vomited what she had eaten, and her head felt dizzy as if drunk. Even though she was continuously receiving divine power, her sword-wielding arm trembled.

Even she, a Master, would not have been able to activate this technique on her own, and even if she had used it with sheer guts and willpower, her arm would have been severely damaged.

Shwaat!

The divine power from all directions was absorbed like flowing water, and her body returned to normal, but this was that kind of technique. It was inevitable that the imperial family had almost no occasion to use this technique.

It was rare for a member of the imperial family to master swordsmanship and reach the Master realm in the first place.

The Master realm is a level that cannot be achieved through theory alone, and originally, one must grasp enlightenment through life-threatening real battles to break through. How often would a member of the imperial family face life-threatening real battles?

An imperial family member powerful enough to aim for the imperial succession is, by nature, more interested in the throne than in training. Naturally, they never fight at the forefront, risking their lives.

In the first place, the struggle for the throne is done through politics, not swords. To do that, they are busy taking care of state affairs, gathering forces, and engaging in politics, so where would they have time to train?

It is even more difficult for an imperial family member whose rank is too low to even dream of the throne to aspire to martial arts.

Not only will other siblings be wary and interfere, but they also have no chance to experience real battles due to their status as imperial family members. Real battles can be directly linked to military merits, and opportunities to establish military merits and make a name for oneself will not be easily given to such imperial family members.

Then what if one becomes the emperor? Certainly, it seems easy to reach the Master realm since the world’s spiritual medicines are practically one’s own, but is being an emperor a convenient position where one can just eat and swing a sword?

If an emperor neglects state affairs and only immerses himself in training, why is such an emperor even needed? That is the job of knights and generals, not something the emperor should do directly.

Even Ardein, who had somehow managed to collect enlightenment by going through battlefields due to circumstances aligning, could not reach the Master realm on her own and received help from the Sapling of Lineage.

Even after reaching the Master realm, she almost suffered great damage herself because she could not fully control this power. It was because the level required of the user by the technique was extraordinary.

The Poem Of The Raging Dragon revealed its true might in this world after a long time.

It certainly had the power befitting a technique personally created by the first emperor. As it was a technique that had to hide behind the curtain for such a long time, the shock was also great when it was revealed.

Duchess Shmira crawled on the floor with an almost soulless expression.

“If you have any last words, I’ll hear them.”

The princess strode towards the duchess. The sword in her hand was a cheap one worth a few silver coins from a blacksmith in Larpentia, but originally, the user was more important than the weapon itself.

Even the old blacksmith who made the sword would not have known that this sword would become the executioner’s blade that would behead a duchess of the empire and a queen of a race.

“Will...? No, nothing has ended yet.”

In a situation where anyone could see that it was all over, the duchess crawled and shouted.

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“Don’t look down on me as if you’ve won everything. You can’t kill me. Never.”