"Tsk."

Despite anticipating the possible response from the opponent and preparing to dodge in advance, Tiran couldn't help but click his tongue in dissatisfaction.

Natural laws with attributes like lightning may not be as flashy, but their combat effectiveness is truly impressive. Not only does the power make people retreat, but the paralysis effect is also not to be underestimated.

Even though in that split second just now he caught the opponent off guard with a sudden second sword strike, even briefly overpowering him, as long as he was momentarily controlled by the paralysis effect of lightning, the next second would probably result in being cut in half by a sword.

Fortunately, the opponent's external lightning release only lasted a moment due to the short mobilization time, and during the brief opening, Tiran immediately pressed forward, putting all his strength into the sword, relentlessly attacking with both swords.

The length of the Knight's sword was shorter than the strange long sword, and with Tiran wielding dual swords, his attack rate was higher than the opponent's, the relentless storm of slashes leaving no breathing room for the cloaked figure, forcing him to continuously defend with his blade.

But it was only limited to that.

【Royal Swordsmanship】【String Moon Style】【Broken Army】

In order to achieve a suppression effect, Tiran almost unleashed all the swordsmanship he had learned since he began practicing swordsmanship, the blue-tinged sword blades leaving various marks in the air, moving at a speed so fast that even the naked eye couldn't catch them, interspersed with sparks.

The problem was that there was no qualitative difference in swordsmanship between Tiran and the cloaked figure, and as the battle time increased, his swordsmanship displayed as the attacking side also became more easily exposed to the opponent, which would be disadvantageous to himself in the long run.

Calculating all factors, Tiran had only been practicing swordsmanship for a little over ten years, even if his talent received from the gods was excellent, the swordsmanship he could learn was limited and had to rely on rearranging and repeating combinations.

After another clash of sword blades, Tiran sensed a change in the strength on the opponent's sword.

Found it, a vulnerability.

The eyes hidden under the continuous hat of the cloaked figure became unusually sharp. His combat talent was also top-notch among his kind; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been assigned a special task to come to the human world. Even though Tiran attempted to confuse by disrupting the order of sword techniques, the cloaked figure was able to identify and analyze each one accurately.

The long sword struck at the weak point on the sword blade, sliding off to drive straight into Tiran, aiming for his heart.

"Hmm?"

But before the sword struck, Tiran managed to dodge at an unexpected speed.

It seemed like just a dodge, but according to his calculations, this should have been an impossible feat. In the fierce battle just now, the opponent had become familiar with all of Tiran's movements and speeds and had accurately predicted his sword strikes, unless she had held back some of her power during that intense fight just now?

The cloaked figure noticed the breath exhaled from Tiran's mouth and nose.

His sharp senses allowed him to perceive the sudden rise in Tiran's body temperature. In the close interplay of blades, he could even feel that heat.

Along with the rising temperature, Tiran's actions and reactions also increased.

In an instant, every move of the cloaked figure appeared as a flaw to Tiran. It wasn't that his speed exceeded his response range, but this sudden change made him confused, having become accustomed to Tiran's actions. Although he could adjust soon enough, at least in that moment, he made a mistake.

And in a battle of this level, that moment was enough.

Blood rushed through his veins at high speed, muscles trembled with heat, and Tiran could clearly feel that in terms of senses, strength, and explosive power, he had reached a new level.

"Breathing techniques are really amazing...” Quietly admiring this, Tiran mercilessly seized the opportunity to swing the sword that would determine the outcome.

A white line slashed from the cloaked figure's left shoulder down to the right ribs, splattering crimson liquid which was frozen by the chilling Chi before it could hit the ground.

The battle seemed to be decided... Huh?!

Originally planning to catch up with the opponent in mid-air and finish them off, Tiran suddenly lost balance in the air, feeling a tremendous force from beneath, looking down to discover a slender... tail extending from under the cloaked figure’s cloak?

A tail covered with emerald scales entangled his ankle, but the cloaked figure, weakened as they were, did not give up the fight. With their sword hand, they unleashed a thunderous sword energy that shredded the ice crystal wings on Tiran’s back.

In a moment of relaxation, a painful price was paid. The lightning that Tiran had been cautiously aware of earlier struck him full-on, dampened by the cloaked figure's injuries, but its paralyzing effect still took hold.

And so, two figures plummeted to the ground, one after the other, like stones.

“So this guy... turns out to be... non-human.” This was Tiran's final thought before losing consciousness.

...

A pounding headache. It felt like his body was about to fall apart, every organ enduring a burning agony.

For regular people, a high-altitude fall would be fatal, but for someone of Holy Rank, it was not quite lethal. Therefore, the time unconscious should not have been long.

But injuries were definitely inevitable. After all, it was an unconscious fall, with no defenses or evasive actions.

His nostrils twitched slightly, and as his numbness gradually faded, his sense of smell first caught the scent of scorched earth.

Cracking his eyes open just a slit, his still-recovering vision only saw the pitch-black ground. The land around the Beacon City had practically been swept over by lightning during the recent battle, with grass upturned and trees charred. Fortunately, during the fight, Tiran had managed to keep the distance, or else Beacon City would have suffered.

“Ugh... I let my guard down.” Chi cycled through him slightly, carefully examining and mending his internal injuries. However, she soon noticed that besides her Chi, there seemed to be another force at work, repairing his body at a much faster pace.

Healing magic?

"Aya?" Tiran struggled to prop his head up, and sure enough, in front of him, he saw Aya kneeling with one knee, her outstretched hand emitting a radiant white glow.

“You... you really pushed yourself again, didn’t you?” Aya had a “I knew it” expression on her face, just like the last time in Milt when he had insisted on fighting and ended up with countless wounds.

“Well... it was my first battle after advancing, of course, I wanted to do well.” Tiran grunted in pain as his injuries realigned.

“Compared to that...” At this moment, Tiran suddenly noticed something peculiar in Aya’s expression, her gaze apparently fixed on him—or rather, what was beneath him?

“Where did this come from?” Aya pointed under the body of the princess lying on the ground, her eyes twitching slightly.

Huh?

It was only now that Tiran realized he wasn't actually lying directly on the ground... He had subconsciously assumed the soft sensation he felt was from the soil being pulverized and becoming soft.

Princess Consort struggled to sit halfway up on the "ground" below.

Oh, Mage Yabakunai, this jelly-like and unexpectedly firm texture is...

The Princess Consort suddenly came to her senses.

In the complex gaze of Aya, the silver-haired girl lay on her side, her left hand holding her slightly dizzy head, while her right hand unconsciously and mercilessly gripped a certain raised area.

Beneath her lay another girl who hadn't yet regained consciousness, her handsome face twisted in pain, but still deserving of the title of a beauty. Judging from what could be seen of her figure, she was not a delicate young lady. On the contrary, her well-exercised and powerful body curves exuded a wild beauty.

—Of course, none of this mattered.

The important thing was that this child was not human.

This was not just something Tiran realized from being successfully ambushed by a tail, even the tardy Aya could see it. From her wrists to above her elbows, the skin under her leather shorts below the knee, and near the corners of her eyes were covered in fine turquoise scales. Normal humans don't have these features.

"How does it feel?"

"..." Tiran silently raised her right hand, made a grabbing motion in the air in front of her, then earnestly nodded to Aya, "Feels good."

"You really dare to say that... I rushed over here in a thunderstorm just to see if you were okay." Aya, with a face full of black lines, regretted entrusting herself to her... although she didn't have much of a choice in the first place.

"Well, neither of us had a choice." Tiran muttered softly.

"Seriously, I could have..." Aya didn't finish her sentence and received a friendly punch in the face from Tiran, who had recovered from her injuries using healing magic.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Hey, is it really okay to hit the person who just healed you?"

Aya looked aggrieved, "And if you're not happy, transformation magic can be used on you too..."

The Princess Consort's ears hidden in her hair twitched.

Thud, another punch.

"Are you saying this mistress isn't here?"

The Princess Consort raised her eyebrows, clenching her fist.

Darn it! Isn't natural good enough? Who likes those fake lumps! They're heavy, obstructing the view, and even affecting the balance when wielding a sword... This mistress doesn't want them!

"Ah, got it, got it, won't mention it again, I was wrong."

Aya raised her hands in surrender.

"Uh, actually, if you insist, this mistress wouldn't mind..."

"..."

But, have we forgotten about this person on the ground?

Aya pointed to the person lying on the ground and conveyed with her eyes.

After a few months, we have to face this situation again?

"How about the usual?"

Tiran made a circular gesture with her hands and then pointed at Aya's neck, smirking.

Aya shuddered involuntarily, "I inexplicably feel a little sorry for this person..."

"Just kidding, this mistress can't bear to use it on others. Besides, if not for that, this mistress wouldn't have met you."

Tiran nodded repeatedly, stroking her chin.

"Puh, what's the difference between acting like this and catching wild Pokemon with Elf Balls and claiming to be partners?"

Aya rolled her eyes.

"Of course," Tiran said solemnly, "this young lady is looking for a wife."