The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 245 -: Lets see, if I can reach Accended.

Chapter 245: Chapter: 245 Lets see, if I can reach Accended.

The sky above the battlefield was gray and heavy.

Cold wind blew across the white land as snow slowly began to fall.

Duke Sant flew through the air as fast as he could. His cloak whipped wildly behind him while the wind roared past his ears.

Behind him—

47 chased like a shadow of death.

The distance between them was not large.

Not large at all.

47’s cross shaped helmet tilted slightly as it watched Duke Sant trying to escape.

"If you think you can get away with just speed alone..."

47 slowly raised the black scythe in its hand.

"...then you are very mistaken."

The blade hummed softly.

Then—

Whoosh!

47 swung the scythe through the air in a wide horizontal slash.

For a brief second nothing happened.

Then the air itself tore apart.

A dark crescent shaped wave burst forward from the blade.

It looked like a black moon.

The energy rushed forward with frightening speed.

The air around it turned cold and heavy. The moment it appeared, a terrible feeling spread across the sky.

It was a feeling filled with death.

Ahead of it, Duke Sant suddenly felt the danger.

His instincts screamed.

He instantly stopped flying and turned around.

His eyes widened.

The attack was too fast.

So fast that he could barely even see it clearly.

And in the next instant—

It was already in front of him.

"Damn it!"

There was no time to dodge.

Duke Sant raised his hand in panic.

"Fire!"

A loud roar left his throat.

Lava suddenly began gathering in his palm.

Molten rock poured out like a burning river and formed a thick wall in front of him.

The heat from it was enough to melt the snow in the air.

But the moment the dark crescent touched the lava—

The lava vanished.

Just like that.

As if something had erased it from existence.

But that single moment was enough.

Duke Sant bent his waist sharply.

The dark crescent shot past him by a hair.

The attack missed.

However—

Right at that exact moment—

WHOOSH!

"Hehe."

A quiet laugh appeared beside his ear.

47 was suddenly right in front of him.

Before Duke Sant could even react—

BAM!

47’s foot smashed into his stomach.

The force of the kick was terrifying.

A loud cracking sound echoed through the air.

Several bones in Duke Sant’s chest broke instantly.

"Ughhh!!"

Air exploded out of his lungs.

His body was sent flying like a broken doll.

He spun in the air while trying to regain control of his balance.

But he did not even have the time.

Because—

"You dared to hurt sister!!"

47 roared.

Its voice shook with anger.

In the next moment—

It appeared beside him again.

47 raised its left fist.

Then—

BAM!!!

The punch crashed into Duke Sant’s ribs.

"UGHH!!"

His body bent sideways as he was knocked out of the sky.

He crashed down like a falling meteor.

The ground exploded when he landed.

BOOOOM!

Snow and smoke shot up into the air.

The white battlefield turned gray with dust.

For a few seconds everything became quiet.

Then—

"Cough...! Cough! Cough!"

Duke Sant coughed violently.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His vision spun.

Pain spread through his entire body.

"Son of a..."

He cursed under his breath while trying to stand.

But before he could even fully lift himself—

A shadow appeared in front of him.

47 had already arrived.

Its body moved like a ghost.

BAM!

A fist smashed into Duke Sant’s face.

His head snapped sideways.

Blood sprayed through the air as he was thrown upward again.

47 floated calmly in the sky.

A satisfied grin slowly appeared on its lips.

"How does it feel... Duke?"

Its voice sounded amused.

"Until now you were the one standing above everyone."

47 spat on the ground.

"Now look at you."

"You are so weak."

In the next moment—

47 disappeared again.

Then reappeared directly in front of Duke Sant.

And the beating began.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Punch after punch slammed into Duke Sant’s body.

His ribs.

His chest.

His stomach.

His face.

The sound of flesh and bone being hit echoed again and again.

But strangely—

47 never used the scythe.

It only used its fists.

It was as if 47 was simply bullying him.

As if it wanted Duke Sant to feel every bit of pain.

Finally—

THUD!

Duke Sant crashed onto the snow covered ground.

His body rolled across the white surface before stopping.

He looked terrible.

His face was swollen and bruised.

Blood covered his lips.

At least six or seven ribs were broken.

His jaw had been dislocated.

His breathing was rough and uneven.

"Cough... cough...!"

Another mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth.

Duke Sant tried to push himself up.

His arms trembled.

He fell back down.

He tried again.

And again.

But his body refused to listen.

He collapsed onto the snow.

For a moment—

He simply lay there.

His eyes slowly moved upward toward the sky.

Snowflakes were falling gently.

His vision had become blurry.

Blood had gathered near one of his eyes, covering half of his sight with red.

"...Is this the end?"

The thought quietly appeared in his mind.

Strangely—

He did not feel panic.

Instead—

A face appeared in his thoughts.

His daughter.

Her bright smile.

The way she would nag him.

The way she would argue with him.

From the moment she was born...

To the day she stubbornly argued with him about marrying Vined.

He had not seen her for a year.

But today, during this battle—

Even if it was just a copy—

He had seen her again.

"Haa..."

A quiet sigh echoed inside his mind.

"I never thought I would die today..."

But slowly, another thought followed.

"My son has grown up."

"He is strong enough to carry my title."

"And my daughter..."

A small smile appeared on his bloody face.

"She chose her own happiness."

"She even gave birth to two amazing sons."

Two small figures appeared in his thoughts.

Vivian.

Edward.

His grandsons.

Edward was emotional.

Soft hearted.

He loved his family more than anything.

And Vivian...

Vivian was the eldest.

Calm.

Serious.

Strong.

A child worthy of pride.

Duke Sant closed his eyes for a moment.

"Haa..."

Then another thought appeared.

"His wife was pregnant..."

A small regret filled his heart.

"I wish I could have seen that child."

Suddenly—

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

Explosions echoed from far away.

Duke Sant’s eyes opened slightly.

In the distance—

Another battle was still happening.

Vivian was fighting the clown.

The sounds of their battle rolled across the land like thunder.

"Ah..."

Duke Sant slowly blinked.

"It seems he is still fighting..."

His hand slowly gripped the snow beneath him.

The cold bit into his fingers.

"I don’t think it’s time for me to die yet."

With great effort—

He pushed his body upward.

"Ughhh...!"

Pain shot through every bone in his body.

His arms trembled violently.

Still—

He forced himself to stand.

His legs shook.

But he remained upright.

Across from him—

47 was slowly walking forward.

"It seems you still haven’t given up," 47 said calmly.

Duke Sant suddenly chuckled.

A rough, tired laugh.

"You think so?"

He wiped the blood from his mouth.

"It seems..."

"I really want to see my great grandson."

His eyes shook slightly.

Inside his mind he thought quietly.

’I won’t last long.’

And if this doesn’t work...

Then this will truly be the end.

Slowly—

He placed his right hand on the left side of his chest.

His fingers trembled slightly.

As if he was trying to grab something hidden inside his body.

He took a deep breath.

Then whispered quietly—

"...Let’s see."

"...if I can reach Ascended."