Sent to Another World to Protect an Unfriendly Princess

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The fight had lasted no longer than ten minutes up to this point.

"So you want to kill Lucia."

"Precisely."

"Well, I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

*

"Devil Sword, Fifteenth Form, Tehillim!"

Reid's sword strikes were becoming exponentially more powerful. The strike was push Fourier off of where he was standing. Fourier's cape fluttered from the wind of the blow.

"Hey now, if you don't start trying soon, you may just die."

Reid swung his sword around in front of him a few times. Neither of them had been injured, the two of them had little patches of dirt and smoke on their clothing, but no injuries on their bodies.

"Devil Sword, Sixteenth Form, Mishlei!"

Reid forced his sword down towards Fourier's neck. The power of the attack had nearly doubled from the last one. Fourier positioned his sword perpendicular to Reid's and held his hand of the blade. The two swords clashed with each other and sent a gust of wind shooting off in every direction. Fourier was struggling a little as he held up against the force of the attack, before deflecting it off to the side.

"You better use one of your abilities now, otherwise the next attack's going to kill you."

Fourier held his sword in front of him, bracing for the next attack.

"Devil Sword, Seventeenth Form, Qohelet!"

Not only were Reid's attack getting stronger, they were also getting faster. He charged at Fourier, swinging his sword in a circular motion. Fourier was forced to dull the force by jumping back whilst blocking the blow. As Reid's sword slid off his Fourier's sword, a few strands of his hair managed to get sliced off.

Without stopping the constant barrage of attacks, Reid instantly unleashed his next attack.

"Devil Sword, Eighteenth Form, Shir Hashirim!"

Fourier was forced to bring his blade back up, parrying the incoming rush of swings. His footwork eventually became less and less perfect and the wave of attacks was constantly forcing him back. The sound of metal clanging got more and more frequent, until, Fourier was beginning to struggle keeping up. The dancing of the two swordsman became more and more of a blur.

With no other choice, Fourier opened his left hand and used a technique.

"Royal Arts, Blood Moon Bodhisattva."

A gigantic metallic statue of a golden bodhisattva appeared behind Fourier. It had six arms and towered over the two of them. Its arms were seeping with a dark red mist and its face showed a look of pensive sadness.

The statue clasped two of its hands together in a praying motion. Suddenly, Reid felt as if he was unable to move.

"What on earth is that?"

He struggled but his body did not budge.

"Angel Sword, Technique Development, Lull!"

Reid's white Angel Sword shined and the immense overwhelming pressure gradually dissipated, allowing him to move again.

"Devil Sword, Nineteenth Form, Yekhezqel!"

Reid's sword moved at a speed so great that the air around the sword began producing a loud whistling noise as it travelled. It cut through the air like a lightning bolt, straight towards Fourier's torso.

He managed to block the attack, but the power of it sent him flying, crashing down onto his feet a significant distance away. Fourier desperately got back into his posture, holding his sword in front of himself.

"Heh, you seem to be struggling."

Without a moment of hesitation, Reid charged towards Fourier again.

"Devil Sword, Twentieth Form, Daniyyel!"

This time, the sword was exponentially stronger than the last. It gave off a subtle black mist as it swung through the air. 

Fourier raised his sword and deflected the blow, but the pure strength was enough to keep it moving and ended up cutting some of his clothing. Reid didn't finish there however, he constantly barraged Fourier with swings, forming cuts all over his clothing and eventually drawing a small but significant amount of blood from Fourier's wrist.

The black mist seemed to settle around the wound.

Reid laughed to himself.

"You've been cursed now."

Fourier seemed genuinely shocked by what occurred.

"That's what I've been trying to do the entire time, don't expect to live past eighteen."

The large bodhisattva statue disappeared from behind Fourier as he clenched his left fist. His hair covered his eyes.

"Royal Arts, Universal Bodhisattva."

An even larger, pure black statue of Bodhisattva appeared behind Fourier. This statue's face seemed to be crying. After being summoned, the statue didn't move, or do anything, the entire fight.

"I would leave you to die, but I've just developed my final sword form and I'm going to test it on you, Fourier!"

Reid clanged his two swords together. Suddenly, the magical aura around him completely disappeared, the only thing left was an extremely dense pressure of death.

"Final Technique, Sword of God, Trei Asar."

In an instant, Reid appeared right in front of Fourier. His two swords glimmered a shine of gold and swung directly at Fourier. Dust and wind engulfed the entire area, only the gigantic black Bodhisattva was visible.

After a moment, the dust cleared up. Lily looked up anxiously, seeing the result of what occurred. 

Fourier's sword was stuck right through Reid's stomach.

Blood slowly dribbled out of Reid's mouth.

"No way... how did you..."

In one clean motion, Fourier pulled his sword out of Reid.

He coughed a little, dropping his two swords to the ground.

"W-what is that ability of y-yours, I couldn't e-even see what it did..."

Reid was gasping for air on his knees now. Fourier looked down at him.

"My ability didn't do anything. The Universal Bodhisattva is only a vessel of which every single person you have ever killed can watch you, it doesn't do anything else."

"That's impossible... then how did you stop my final attack...?"

"I just parried it."

"But how... you were struggling with some of my weaker forms."

"It's pretty simple to explain, basically, I wasn't trying."

Reid was coughing more violently.

*

Fourier walked over to Lily, who was sitting on the ground. Her state had not fully recovered, she still looked traumatised and in shock. Fourier tore a little section of cloth off from his cape. The soft breeze brushed against their hair, swaying it across there faces.

"Here."

He offered it to Lily.

She looked up at him with cold, broken eyes.

"Here's your section of my Royal Arts."

She seemed confused.

"You'll understand more as you get older."

Lily was still silent.

"I'll take you to Alfonso's place, he has a nice garden with some flowers, I'm sure you'll be able recover."

It seemed Lily wasn't listening to what he was saying. He gently placed his hand on her head.

"Develop new abilities, cover your Forceful Heart until you're ready to use it again, use Royal Arts in the meantime."

The words finally seemed to be getting into Lily. She held the little piece of cloth in her hand.

It seemed he didn't have anything left to say.

*

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

He heard a croaky, dying voice from behind him. Reid was kneeling on the ground, pressing his hand on the wound on his stomach. A small puddle of blood was beginning to stain the firt underneath him. Fourier turned around.

"No."

"Why, why aren't you going to kill me, isn't that what you want to do? I'm trying to kill Lucia after all... isn't it your duty?"

"No. It's not my duty."

"You're a Knight aren't you?"

"So are you."

Reid lightly laughed.

"If I recover, I'll try to murder Lucia again."

"That's okay."

"Do you really think you'll be able to stop me every time? You're going to die soon... you know."

"That's okay, I don't need to stop you ever again, someone will come, and he will stop you for good."

"You really annoy me. You'll regret this, you know."

"No, because I have to let you live."

"Why is that?"

"Because I am you and you are me."