Transmigrated as Baron, Married with my Lovely Maid-Chapter 55

"A duel? T-t fight you, Baron? I-I don’t mean to be presumptuous and—"

"Fight me. So I can be sure whether you’re an assassin or not, Cecile."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Cecile seemed hesitant at first, but as I continued to stare at her with a sharp, confident gaze, she began to convince herself.

The aura of power from Cecile’s venture armor flared, accompanied by a suffocating pressure.

Cecile’s right eye turned red, along with red veins that covered half her face.

The Curse of King Bahamut was easily trying to affect her soul, and I would prove that I could finish it all off.

"Baron Atreus...! Get ready...!"

A second after Cecile’s loud shout, she disappeared from my sight.

CLANG!

A sword slash that nearly tore through my neck came, which Rhaevor fortunately parried.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Rhaevor managed to block Cecile’s swift slashes, which narrowly missed my neck, eyes, and chest.

I couldn’t even see Cecile, but her sharp, swift slashes stung me.

The aura of the Curse of King Bahamut’s power filled the air, making my breath feel suffocating.

I knew this kind of resistance was similar to when I first fought Cecile.

But now I had changed drastically.

I clenched my right fist, causing the Black Star in my right hand to react.

Before Cecile’s final slash could hit my forehead, I unleashed Black Wind magic, unleashing a sharp, sword-like gust of wind.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Cecile was forced back by the sharp, powerful blast of wind.

I saw cracks in Cecile’s Ventura armor from the sharp blast of Black Wind.

"This sharp wind may knock me back...but not a second time, Baron Atreus! This time, I’m going all out...!" Cecile shouted, her purplish-black aura radiating brightly and oppressively.

I saw that Cecile wasn’t the Cecile I previously knew, but the one who overly influenced by the curse of King Bahamut, whose sole goal was to end my life.

"...come forward, Cecile. I’ll fight you again with my Black Wind magic," I challenged.

Without hesitation, Cecile shot forward like a hurricane.

I pulled Rhaevor, which I knew was extremely risky because this time I had no protection.

If I was late in casting my magic, I would be killed instantly.

But I wasn’t that foolish.

Cecilia assumed that the previous Black Wind I had just casted was the strongest one, which made her believe she could counter my next Black Wind with her full power.

But she was wrong.

A dead wrong.

When I was a wizard, I could use magic of four elements simultaneously.

This time, with the help of the Black Star, I could use black magic of the same element up to four in once, meaning I could quadruple the power of Black Wind.

I aimed my right palm at Cecile, who I knew was hurtling toward me, and the full power of Black Wind was released. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

SLASH!

SLASH!

SLASH!

WHAMM...!

A torrent of Black Wind struck, accompanied by sharp winds that surpassed even the strongest swords.

Cecile might have been able to deflect some of the sharp wind blades, but not all of them.

She was hit by the remaining sharp winds that immediately struck every side of her Ventura armor, made the armor splitting and shattering.

"Ahhkk...!"

Cecile vomited blood, still in disbelief that her armor had been shattered by my Black Wind.

She forced herself to her feet, but all her strength was so depleted that she couldn’t even hold her twin swords.

Before Cecile collapsed, I used water magic to summon water from a nearby river to float toward her, then caught her as she nearly fell.

I combined the water magic with healing wind magic so that the water soaking Cecile’s body, which immediately healed the slash wounds caused by the sharp Black Wind.

"Hahh... hahh..."

Cecile seemed to be straining in pain as she healed.

But at least this was better than her becoming wild and uncontrollable under the influence of the curse of King Bahamut.

I watched the twilight sky above grow darker.

I’d better start setting up the tent so Cecile and I can rest here for the night.

*

Looking at the dark, star-studded night sky this time calmed me.

The sound of the campfire in front of me provided a sensation of its own, combined with the delicious aroma of roasted venison before me, making the night less lonely.

Since I’d decided to stay overnight at the spring, I sent Rhaevor to find a deer.

Amazingly, Rhaevor was able to hunt a deer in less than an hour.

He even helped me cut the deer into pieces, ready for tonight’s barbecue.

Oh, and of course, I picked up some herbs to scent my roasted venison.

Rhaevor is very convenient, and every time I order Rhaevor, I always think of Leysha.

I can’t lie, I miss Leysha.

It seems like after Cecile’s problem is resolved, I’ll have to summon Leysha to Aaren’s golden palace.

"Uhh..."

Cecile’s voice, having just woken up.

Cecile was only wearing her underwear because all her clothes were torn after sparring with me.

She woke up under a thin blanket, then held her aching head.

"Baron Atreus...?"

"Are you awake? Let’s eat now, shall we?" I said calmly, lifting the cooked roast venison and handing Cecile a wooden skewer I had prepared.

Cecile remained silent, looking at the delicious-smelling skewer of roast venison in front of her.

I could even see her swallowing and hear her stomach rumble with hunger.

"Eat, Cecile. You need energy..." I said calmly.

"Y-yes...but as far as I know, if we eat venison like this, our bodies won’t be optimal for using the ven-"

"Enough. Don’t talk about the Ventura armor in front of me anymore. Alex said to keep the soldiers in check, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t eat delicious venison. Besides, your Ventura armor is destroyed, Cecile."

"Eh...?!"

Cecile was shocked, looking down at her body, covered only by underwear and a thin blanket.

She then looked at me, her face flushed red with embarrassment and confusion.

"W-what should I do, Baron Atreus...?! My traitorous assassin who will be fighting me later is also wearing Venture armor! I’ll—"

"I told you not to mention that Venture armor in front of me. Eat. Now!" I exclaimed firmly, making Cecile gasp.

Cecilia hesitated as she took the still-warm roast venison, but because I kept staring at her, forcing her to eat, she finally ate.

At first, just one bite, then two, then more and more with each bite.

Good.

I like Cecile had turned like her past self who’re calm and confident.

Not to mention her sexy body with her only wearing her underwear that made my cock arise for a moment.

Maybe this night will be long for both of us.