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――Indubitably, that had been a stanza of a battle that would go on to be told in legend.
???: [――――]
The Sword Demon’s twin swords capered, and the Divine Dragon’s dragonclaws stirred up a gale whilst moving to intercept.
Reigning supreme over all other existences, Dragons were born as ultimate lifeforms; the Divine Dragon, possessing abilities outstanding even among that species, its talons, its fangs, its scales, all were artefacts that ought be considered sacred treasures of nature.
Upon each occasion the tremendous power it concealed was brandished, the wind would raise death throes, the heavens would be rent asunder, the world carrying a newfound heat would be perceivable. Even basking in a single direct hit, would make the continuation of combat unfeasible.
A method to prevent those dreadful sacred treasures from being wielded to the fullest, indeed resided within the Sword Demon.
The impetus for the Divine Dragon making an appearance before the Sword Demon, that had been the peril befalling the girl who bore the same features as the lineage of Lion Kings. That girl had been present within the room in which the bout had broken out, attentively watching over the battle without holding down her hair, flapping by the updraft of wind.
Maintaining that girl to the rear, the Sword Demon positioned himself such that she would get caught up in the destruction wrought by the Divine Dragon.
By doing so, the Divine Dragon, fearing harm may befall the dame for whatever reason, was made unable to display its full strength, thus alleviating the footsteps of death’s dominion from encroaching upon the Sword Demon, to some extent.
Ergo――,
Sword Demon: [――――]
The Sword Demon abandoned his position of keeping the girl to his back, and personally closed his distance with death’s dominion.
To a rampaging tempest of destruction and annihilation he exposed his own self, nary a lifeline save the dual implements of steel seized in both his hands, and threw himself towards the precipice of doom, with even the slightest of missteps meaning his life would be forfeit.
By using the battleground to one’s favor, by taking advantage of the opponent’s emotions, it was indeed possible to edge towards victory.
But, that was inelegant. And beyond being inelegant, it was extremely impertinent, unbeneficial, and futile. ――A victory stolen through underhanded means, rather than skill, to make up for swordsmanship that was lacking, what value could such a thing possibly hold here and now?
――The Sword Demon was a man who had lived on the battlefield.
The existence of battles fought for the sake of survival, of history untold by any save the triumphant survivors, of defeats and deaths that could not be excused; of these he knew all, by virtue of the weight of his victims’ blood clinging onto his soul.
However, the current time was different. ――Nay, from this moment forward, in all the clashes the Sword Demon would grip his blades, doing battle against individuals through his steel, there would be no meaning in stolen victory.
Through his swordsmanship he would force the surrender of the one against whom he possessed the greatest need to emerge triumphant.
Along that journey, the Sword Demon had not the time to squander on detours. If he was going to forge this old, withering body into the steel it had once been, he could not squander his time on anything but steeping his soul in the most scorching of heats.
Sword Demon: [――――]
At the raging blow of a swordlike wind, the dragon’s claw, peeled and sliced off, danced through the air. Cramped. In order to swing his swords, in order for the Divine Dragon to wield its tail and fangs to the fullest, this battleground was far too cramped. The Sword Demon’s heels exploding, his shimmering swords flashed at a speed that consigned all notions of sound and wind to oblivion, piercing into the chest of the Divine Dragon, and causing the space around them to burst asunder.
A Dragon’s scales, their hardness was greatly influenced by the aggregate amount of Mana possessed by the individual.
The mightier and longer-lived the Dragon, the more robust and tenacious they grew; henceforth, in regards to the Divine Dragon who reigned supreme over all others, its draconic scales were of a hardness that surpassed even diamond.
Against those diamond dragonscales, the Sword Demon relentlessly swung his steel, repeating attacks of the striking, slashing, and stabbing variety. Even after all that, the steel in his grip was in prime condition―― specially prepared for the Sword Demon to accomplish his goal, the twin swords Trias were a masterpiece of the same swordsmith that had forged the renowned blade Astrea, with which he bore a deep connection.
Their handles fit comfortably in his hands, and integrating their weight with his body, the swords’ shimmer traded blows with diamond, still unchipped――,
Sword Demon: [――――]
In regards to the Sword Demon’s furious onslaught, the Divine Dragon was not one to allow itself to be ravaged unceasingly like such.
Even if the mind concealed within was not the original, there was no hesitation in exerting the abilities of what could be called the strongest dragonhusk in the world; thus the Divine Dragon manifested might on the level of a natural disaster as if elementary.
To transform the shape of the world, to append unto reality any conclusion in accordance to what it deigned, forcing its showing upon the stage, was the right bestowed upon the Divine Dragon by Od Lagna, unmistakably.
A roar shattered the sky, dragonclaws cleaved the earth. Dragonscales repelled the Sword Demon’s fullest wrath a hundred times over, and the draconic aura emitted from the entirety of its body stained the Royal Capital’s atmosphere in the hue of the Divine Dragon.
The tail slammed down, striking the aged Sword Demon true. ――Nay, the Sword Demon had thrust the tip of his sword into the tail to evade the strike, before immediately dashing up its length, drawing near to the throat. An intercepting roar. Light torn to smithereens head-on, a decapitating glint flashed. With the dragonscales on its shoulders it deflected, instantly poising itself to go again―― the clash began anew.
Sword Demon: [――――]
Unfurled wings becoming as if blades, the Divine Dragon ushered in a gusty storm of swords that carved up the Royal Capital. As the Sword Demon slipped through that gale, the former drawing a band of blood, the tail slammed to align with his trajectory, carving with it death’s dominion. At the echoing tremors of demise, the Sword Demon’s body was furiously blown backwards. A direct hit―― falsehood, as upon perceiving its unavoidable nature, the Sword Demon had aligned himself with the revolution of the tail, and from his fingertips, his ankles, his knees, his hips, his lumbar, his ribs, his shoulders, his neck, and the top of his head, he released all strength, allowing the lethal impact to pass through his entire body, as he flew, and flew, and flew.
Slamming through one, two, three buildings, the Sword Demon drove his sword into the ground, and lifted his visage. His fighting spirit was not shaken in the slightest. Thereupon, the Divine Dragon’s breath took the form of a corona, and drew near.
Sword Demon: [――――]
A flash of swordly shimmer, the Sword Demon cleaved through the breath’s cusp, forcing his body through the meagre gap that had only been formed, and reached salvation from the scorching light, waiting in the open air. Then did the Divine Dragon beat its wings, swooping down to mercilessly snap its maw at the Sword Demon.
Dragonfangs, boasting durability and sharpness that exceeded even that of draconic claws, moved to sink into the flesh of the Sword Demon. Perfectly aligning the tips of both his swords together, the Sword Demon created a support brace that prevented the jaws from snapping shut. Supposing he had instead aimed the tips of the swords towards the maxilla and mandible respectively, the jaw would have closed, crunching his life to naught.
It was his sense of smell that rejected Death―― nay, his avariciousness to seize victory that had prevented that, thus prolonging his life.
With the Sword Demon captured in its unclosing maw, the Divine Dragon abandoned its efforts to plunder his life by means of its fangs―― giving a powerful click of its tongue, the Dragon gave birth to an explosion within that space and struck the Sword Demon’s body true.
Sword Demon: [――――]
As blood spurt forth from ears left and right, his ruptured eardrums, and the semicircular canals within, each quivered. Gnashing his teeth, the Sword Demon stood his ground as the Dragon’s tongue extended to strike him, launching him outside its maw―― out towards the high skies of the Royal Capital, defenseless.
During his capture in the jaws, the Sword Demon had been carried off to the sky by the flapping wings of the Divine Dragon; jostled around by the wind, in free fall, bereft of the means with which to counter, his attitude high as to cause those faint of heart to swoon upon a mere downwards gaze, he faced straight towards the ground, descending in a swift, unceasing motion.
Were he to continue and descend in this manner, Sword Demon though he might be, he would not escape harm’s way. Between a human who lived on the ground, and a Dragon permitted to lord over the skies with its large build, that was the definitive――,
Sword Demon: [――――]
But, even in a situation that appeared as a decisive blow, the Divine Dragon did not abandon the Sword Demon to chance.
The Dragon greatly inflated its lungs to ready a breath, the release of which would give rise to tremendous damage to the sprawling Royal Capital below, shattering the endeavor to abstain from killing―― no, the Noble District directly below had been evacuated.
Somebody, having established this place as a battlefield beforehand, had evacuated every residence liable to being caught up in the damage, thus constructing this arena. He regarded that skillfulness with admiration, and gratitude.
Sword Demon: [――――]
The breath unleashed was greater and more sweltering than before, blitzing towards the Sword Demon as infernal heat.
The Sword Demon, unable to even look straight at the white light as he was, and possessing not the wings or the methods with which to resist the force of gravity, would have no choice but receive the blast directly―― that instant, below the Sword Demon as he revolved his body midair, a foothold hastened.
Sword Demon: [――――]
One of the buildings the Sword Demon had slammed through, before ascending to the sky; the tall time tower intercepted the path of the plummeting old swordsman, functioning as a foothold for the Sword Demon. Bending his knees, the Sword Demon landed on the tower, held his twin swords tightly, and gazed to the sky. ――Across the breath, the Sword Demon and Divine Dragon exchanged glances, and that instant, a beautiful flash of sword clashed head-on with the white light.
Sword Demon: [――――]
A chain of sounds akin to water’s surface being flicked, to the shattering of fragile glass, and the corona was split asunder from within.
The Divine Dragon’s breath, it was. And in it dwelled both the power and the right to engulf the many things it collided with, flaying their outer layers, and stripping off the profound to lay them bare. Nevertheless, the Sword Demon had ignored all that to his heart’s content as it was thrust before him, cleaving through the light with a brandish of his blades.
――As something truly pure, allowing no interference from the wicked, the sword flash beautifully bisected all.
Sword Demon: [――――]
As the breath, severed as it was, radiated across the surface, it demolished the Noble District of the Royal Capital, leveling it flat.
The tower stood on by the Sword Demon, which had become the epicenter of the explosion, and the crimson mansion under the protection of the Divine Dragon, were the only things to have escaped direct harm, but aught else had learned the tremendous degree of the Dragon’s power.
The aftershock of the white light had stained the Sword Demon with white soot, jumping off the crumbling tower, and the Divine Dragon flapped its wings, still continuing to exert its hostility from the heavens; between ground and sky, their gazes crossed.
And then――,
Sword Demon: [――――]
As swordly aura, surging forth rather than reaching its limit, and draconic pressure, compelling aught to surrender, clashed anew, all living things in the Royal Capital of Lugunica, organic or not, shuddered.
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???: [Do you, like flowers?]
Amidst a world hazed in white, audible was the voice of a lovely woman, her back towards a bed of yellow flowers.
The world misshapen by the draconic aura, Wilhelm spun his body through the advance of a fatal zephyr, and as he brandished the gleaming swords carried in both his hands, a multitude of reminiscences flowed within himself.
???: [Have you come to like flowers?]
A lovely woman, she had been. Drawn to her at first sight, the foolish man had placed a lid over those sentiments unfamiliar.
Yet still, as their relationship went unsevered, Wilhelm had indulged in that environment, fearful of cutting too deep into it, immersing his body and soul in moments of laxness, of terrible, oh most terrible timidity, neglecting that time went by.
???: [To swing the sword to protect someone. I think that’s nice.]
His hometown enveloped in a blazing inferno, a sword flashing with beauty had delivered Wilhelm from the clutches of death.
The woman had harbored no desire to take up the sword, yet nonetheless was loved by the sword; the reality that he had conferred her with a reason to swing the sword filled Wilhelm with myriad anger, his soul a conflagration born of repudiation.
Towards weakness, towards the secrets, towards his own inadequate being, anger, anger, anger――.
Cleaving through the anger entire, overpowering it, by devoting his everything to the act of channeling that violent sentiment into his blade, at last, he attained the right to stand before her, and cross swords.
And thus, he had rescued the lovely woman from the abominable Sword God, making her his own.
???: [Are you, in love with me?]
――Nay, was it that he had made her his, or had he been made hers? He knew not the answer.
But, they had been happy. They had been fortunate. From the very moment he had met Theresia, to the very instant he had lost her, Wilhelm had continued to be blessed to the greatest possible extent.
――The Death of Theresia, was unmistakably a tragedy.
Unable to even exchange words of parting, failing to convey the words he ought to have imparted, Wilhelm had been dominated by grief and lamentation. Amidst his despair, by overlooking much, he had erred.
But, the days he had spent with Theresia, for Wilhelm, had been those of happiness.
That joyous time shared between the two, was it really something that could conclude with it all being ruined, fading as if its entirety had never even occurred, the moment it had come to an end with a single day of tragedy?
Even if its color had faded in transience, could he truly remain without ever desiring that it ripen with fresh color once more?
Decidedly, that could not be so.
So that Theresia’s Death, that her Life, would not come to an end alongside a tragedy, he sought vengeance.
Thus, if swinging his sword for Theresia had returned color to those days, then he desired to return color to a similarly dulled scene, unceasing in his struggle to do so.
A raging gale, the savage roar by the Divine Dragon unleashed.
Stabbing the tip of his sword into the Dragon’s ire as it immolated the world white, he sliced it apart; as ever, there, beyond the cleared vision, did he witness the bloodcurdling remorses into which he would need to cut.
――An overcast sky, a headstone marking a vacant grave, ceaseless weeping and desolate voices, words of prayer imploring serenity.
Present at the center of the many weeping individuals who had gathered for she who had been beloved, he could not recall what words he had chosen to speak, to impart, to deeply engrave Theresia’s nature in them all.
What he recalled, were remorses. Immensely powerful, towering, and unerasable, were Wilhelm’s remorses.
A child yet unaware of reason, a child who had not been with the mother and father with whom he ought to have been. The words the child had chosen as consideration and consolation his own foolhardy self had rejected, unable to accept them.
In that moment, dull had turned the sky, the ground, the faces of the people, his own self, the child――,
???: [――It’s alright, honored grandfather. When she passed, honored grandmother wasn’t the Sword Saint. That’s why, the Sword Saint didn’t lose.]
Wilhelm: […Please stop.]
???: [After all, the Sword Saint shouldn’t ever lose. Father said so.]
Wilhelm: [I am begging you, please stop.]
???: [So, don’t be so sad, the Astrea Family is safe and sound, honored grandfather.]
Wilhelm: [Right now, right here… Please don’t speak of that.]
Again and again, words of rejection bereft of power.
Over and over, words of consolation from a child settled in that which he believed.
And then――,
???: [I’m the next Sword Saint. ――Just before Honored Grandmother passed away, I received it.]
Wilhelm: [――Stop already! What is it that you want me to say!? Do not make me say that it was your fault that Theresia… that your grandmother died!]
???: [――――]
Wilhelm: [Do not, make me say it… Hk.]
Amidst the faded scene, erasing aught else, he and the child were made two. Through his immature, foolish self of that day, of that moment, Wilhelm thrusted sword, and pressed forth.
Words that remained forever unspoken, would never be imparted unto the other party. Even supposing a mutual understanding of feelings between both parties, the thousands, tens of thousands of words that ought to have been devoted, would never be delivered unto the other party.
And likewise, the words that had ended up being vocalized, no matter the manner in which they had formed, would always end up being imparted unto the other party.
How exactly that would be received, depended entirely on the capacity of the receiver.
But, to pour more water than could be deemed acceptable into a yet incomplete container, and blaming that container for overflowing, unable to take it on whole, how foolish of an act would that be?
The face of the child―― of Reinhard, in the faded world of that day, he could not recall.
After all, once he had let slip words that he ought never have, he had not even been able to look upon his face. It was not that he could not recall it, he did not even know to begin with for he had failed to look upon it.
Thus, those who received the words he had ended up speaking, were not confined to that single person.
???: […I heard that you were blaming the kid at Mom’s funeral service. And yet, you still want to see Reinhard? You can’t even make the distinction on what’s not fine to say, Dad, and yet you think you’ve got the right to apologize to him?]
???: [That child, is mine and Louanna’s child… To say he let Mom die, that he stole her Divine Protection! That’s all some sort of misunderstanding! I’ll… I’ll prove it!]
???: [I’m not you, Dad. I’m me. ――This is something, I have to do, no matter what.]
Once words had been uttered, no longer could they be retracted.
Wilhelm’s reckless remarks towards Reinhard had spread in the blink of an eye, even reaching the ears of Heinkel, who had not attended the funeral service, causing him to lose his chance to apologize and explain himself.
Concurrently, the foolish reprimand from grandfather to grandchild had been spread even to those outside the family, so as a result of that scandal, the truth of the succession of the Divine Protection of the Sword Saint became widely known.
Heinkel, had absolutely not allowed Wilhelm to see Reinhard.
Reinhard, had avoided Wilhelm in accordance with what Heinkel had told him, severing all interaction.
Wilhelm, had kept his distance from Heinkel and Reinhard, devoting himself to vengeance by his lonesome.
The relationships between those three, in conflict as they were, once more came together due to crossing the corpse soldier Theresia at the Watergate City, and once more had definitive cracks been born. ――Were that to be the finale, then it would indeed be a tragic ending.
But, for Wilhelm, who had opted not to permit Theresia’s Death, her Life, her Existence to end in tragedy, he too would chant objections to this relationship drawing to a close as a tragedy.
And, as for the way to exclaim objections towards that overpowering fate, he knew no method but to exclaim them through his sword.
――Reinhard was the Sword Saint.
So long as he continued to bear that as an unshakable duty, never would the chance come around to exchange sentiments with Reinhard, present behind the veil of Sword Saint, never would the chance come to restore color to that faded scene.
Henceforth, Wilhelm van Astrea―― nay, the one who dispossessed Sword Saints of their swords, Wilhelm Trias, had no other choice but to bleed his very life into his sword’s shimmer.
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――Again. Indubitably, that had been a stanza of a battle that would go on to be told in legend.
The battle unfolding between Sword Demon and Divine Dragon amounted to a back and forth bout with a score of factors at its conception, pitting the tempered swordsmanship of steel against the power of an apex lifeform by birth.
In the Royal Capital, the area of the Noble District that had become a battleground had been leveled, the collapsed buildings and pulverized streets telling of how tremendous the clash between those individuals present in the same domain, unreachable to any ordinary person, was.
Even considering their body size, the presence or absence of footing, and the trading of their decisive blows, the sword’s shimmer and the draconic presence were evenly matched.
A battle between Dragon and man, in the current world, was a fight to the death of such rarity that whether it would be possible to witness one such event in the span of a hundred months, or even years, was impossible to know; and yet, astonishingly, this made it twice the Sword Demon met a Dragon in battle.
The gist of that, was karma, karma that could not be explained by anything but the fact that he had continued to desire and tread foot upon the most dangerous battlefields in this world, and that the large something that governed fate had continued to provision the Sword Demon with worthy enemies.
Considering the preconditions, the Sword Demon had been at an overwhelming disadvantage going into this fight.
The slashes of the Sword Demon’s twin swords could not pierce the tenacious scales of the Divine Dragon, whereas the Divine Dragon’s claws and fangs would easily pluck the Sword Demon’s life from his flesh with as much as the slightest graze.
The Sword Demon had continued to evade them with techniques employing the most strenuous of his efforts, but he would eventually reach his limit. ――In theory, that would be so.
But, just who could possibly imagine the sight of the Sword Demon, stained in blood, covered in white soot, swinging his swords as his back was scorched, using up the last of his strength as he succumbed to the Divine Dragon’s talon.
The bloodcurdling visage of the Sword Demon, the swordly aura so intense that merely being exposed to it from head to toe would cause one to feel as though the edge of a blade had been trained to their life, the swordsmanship hot on the heels of the prime in which he had once defeated the Sword Saint; all of them refuted the natural reality, instilling onlookers with the manifestation of irrational hope and expectation.
――The Sword Saint, was the sword of the Kingdom of Lugunica, the bearer of hope.
At the time that hope had been unseated by the Sword Demon, the people ought to have despaired, turning to the heavens. The Sword Saint had been defeated, so such a continuation would be logical. However, reality had differed.
Not a single person had lamented the fact that the Sword Saint had been defeated, setting aside their sword; rather, the masses had blessed it. That had been because a new hope had sprouted―― they had begun to harbor new expectations, for the Sword Demon who had bested the Sword Saint.
Pursuing strength and strength alone, unable to do anything except hone his own self much like the steel he brandished, was the Sword Demon.
The Sword Demon’s direct, unyielding way of being, had caused a great many people to raise their visages, instilling them with hope, giving them expectations for the future.
Now, in this moment, the impossibility of imagining a future in which the figure of the Sword Demon would be laid low by the Divine Dragon, was the same as that. ――In witnessing the Sword Demon’s way of being, people would end up finding hope.
So long as there remained a desired scenery for that sword to cut through to, it would instill the belief that it not being reached was not a possibility.
Ergo, the battle between Sword Demon and Divine Dragon was at a deadlock, with the two involved, each unable to discover a winning move, having been constantly ascertaining how they could excel their opponent in this life or death bout.
――That was why, the progression of the bout between individuals transcendent, was performed by neither Sword Saint nor Divine Dragon.
Sword Demon: [――――]
Divine Dragon: [――――]
At the nexus of the townscape transformed into a theater of war, Sword Demon and Divine Dragon crossed gazes, exchanging silence. However, albeit the result was mutual silence, the essence of that silence differed between the two.
To one, patience, the other, shock. Both were emotions meriting silence, but that which followed was different.
Sword Demon: [Guh.]
A faint groan, accompanied by great volumes of blood, spilled from the Sword Demon’s mouth.
But, with his twin swords yet clasped, the Sword Demon made no attempt to stifle the overflowing ichor, and looked down at his own body―― he caught sight of a sword’s tip piercing through his abdomen, stained with blood.
The blade had entered from behind, perforating the Sword Demon’s torso, and causing blood to spill outward. The sword responsible for that act, was a sword the Sword Demon knew well. ――It was none other than his own former beloved sword.
The sword inscribed Astrea, its current owner――,
Sword Demon: [――Heinkel.]
Blurred by the frothing of blood at his mouth, he bore no confidence that his mutter had become a definite sound.
But, from the quivering of the sword thrust through his body, he understood the intentions that had charged the deed. If he turned around, it was possible that his torso would be torn asunder, hence the Sword Demon grit his molars, and stood his ground.
Behind him, while tightly clasping the hilt of the sword that had stabbed the Sword Demon――,
Heinkel: […With your way of doing things, I can’t get Louanna back.]
Sword Demon: [――――]
Heinkel: [I’m not you… I’m not you, Dad. I’m me. ――This is something, I have to do, no matter what.]
A wrung-out voice it had been, mixed with sobs that seemed to be tearing his chest apart.
As he listened to that, the stabbed Sword Demon took a long, deep exhale, and reminisced.
The figure of his own child, whose cries brought about by his own self in the midst of training had been cause for his wife to scold him, which in turn had led him to badger his child to bear through the tears.
As far back as those times, all odds of victory would be lost upon his child’s cries.
――That had been the deciding blow interrupting the climactic bout between Dragon and man, driving the stanza of legend to its coda.
Wilhelm is staying alive for his future trial line. Tappei would never kill the undisputed sword goat.
bruh momento
I swear if Heinkel is still irrelevant after this.
The author has been hiding the outcome of Emilia’s victory over Al for too long. I am more and more convinced that Aldebaran has won.
Most people thought that the main problem of the Astrea family was Wilhelm. It turned out that Heinkel was the main culprit.
Can’t say yet.
He didn’t go back to apologize. He went after revenge.
But this stabbing of Wilhelm doesn’t explain it.
Now let’s see what happens in the next chapter.
Wilhelm was stabbed.
Wilhelm cannot die now. Emilia’s third test showed that Wilhelm would speak to Reinhard, who had lost his powers.
What third test?
He means the third trial a.k.a the future trial
Why would Al lose?
All this build up for Al to lose in this random fight lol. No way we are thinking Al is going to lose no matter the context or amount their skipping out on. Tappei likely just holding the best fight for last. Which gives me another reason to think Wilhelm isn’t going to die here (Also Al is against killing I doubt he’d give us a sect where Al is mad at Heinkel or something)
Theoretically, he could lose. Emilia could take his helmet off and then be shocked. And Al could escape, taking advantage of the moment. It’s also possible that Al has previously unmentioned allies in the capital who will save him. It’s also possible that Al will be captured, but then escape. The hardcore option is that Echidna or Pandora will come and save Al. I think there are many ways that Al can lose the battle, but continue the mission.
Al won’t lose, he’s the same as Subaru take note. Even if he dies a million times he’s determined to get the result he wants. Like the discussion he had with Cecilus even if he’d loose 100 times of 100 he will draw the 101st possibility. You can’t corner someone who has infinite tries. This is nowhere near as bad as child Subaru vs. the vicious old man in choasflame 11th second for the win
In the battle in the forest, Al once lost consciousness, not having time to commit suicide. He was immediately killed by Yae, who knows about his ability. Al maybe lose in the battle. One is too strong and quick blow to the head. It is also possible that Al will make stupidity and update the control point after falling into a dead end. Rom almost defeated him, but Felt prevented him. You overestimate the ability of Al. 10 seconds are not suitable as an example. Subaru could take advantage of the offer of Yorna and accept her ability. Most of the city residents established a connection with her. But he decided that endless torture was better than the imaginary betrayal of Emilia. Also, in case of absolute hopelessness, Subaru can do what Al can do – ask Satella’s help.
I think we’re missing a big point here. Just using possibilities of scenarios to make it to make it out as since there’s many possibilities Al will lose.
The question wasn’t “How would Al lose” it was “Why would he lose [In a story standpoint]”.
If we did deeper we could come up with infinite possibilities for both losing and winning we’re not weighing possibilities vs each other.
If you were to ask me “Why he would lose” although I don’t think he would, I’d say something like “because if he wins here there wouldn’t be much of a point of them showing up right after he beat romji”
Though in my actual opinion i think the point is for his party members, could possibly be aiming to isolate Aldebaran with Gluttony as well. Also escaping isn’t losing, it’s a tactic.
Adding to my possibly Isolating Aldebaran with gluttony thing I said, just theory. Seems like Aldebaran will have a name reveal where he has Gluttony eats his name, which would erase him from the world but also make it so he couldn’t be tracked. If he’s with all the gang it’d be kindve hard for him to just get off the radar by getting his name ate.
Something like, Yae losing, Wilhelm being able to “detain” Heinkel, Felt being able to “detain” the dragon because it likes her, While Al is unable to regroup with them would do this.
Just theory though, I think odds are this isn’t what is going to happen. Would be very interesting for the story though. May get a little boring if it’s just the straight Al running away then people pull up and he beats them constantly.
*Al can’t do
instinctively goes for non-lethal approaches. It would be perfectly reasonable to argue that Emilia would opt to freeze Al thereby countering his authority
Well yeah, we’re still in the Aldebaran cycle, he won’t ‘lose’ in any meaningful way until the end of the arc
I don’t think so…
Heinkel’s actions as a father were pretty reasonable.
Maybe if Wilhelm tried to reach out more or beg for forgiveness…
But Wilhelm instead decided to focus on his conquest.
Willhelm did try to go apologize to Reinhard heinkel stopped him from doing so that was in this chapter
Not really it wasn’t heinkel fault heinkel is the Subaru of the family and willhelm unlike subarus dad isn’t good at communicating so while kenichi would reach out to his son and help him overcome his traumas if Subaru didn’t isekai willhelm wasn’t able to help his son who admired him. Heinkel not living up to expectations hurt him and willhelm failed in many ways
Heinkel piss me off so fucking bad bro. He didn’t let Wilhelm try and repair the relationship, sided with Al even though he doesn’t know if he will actually keep his word, and now he stabbed wilhelm. Please volcanica just burn this bum to a crisp.
Yeah. Now I wanna know what kind of fucked up thing he did to get that almost invisible body of his.
then why can I see him
Certified lol moment
That name. That comment. Perfection.
Thanks for the laugh man haha
Probably tripped and spilled stolen dragon blood all over himself
Question what will you do if your father calls your kid a monster who killed his own grandmother
You will not allow your dad to see your kid
he is trying to make amends though. Obviously he regrets what he said, and now it’s heinkel that is calling him a monster so he is just a hypocrite too.
no I will tell him to apologize and tell him that he didn’t mean what he said. Why I would I just have him stay out of rein life like a immature child trying to run away because their mom whooped them, I want him to make things right, not let that dumb idea of rein being a monster stick for the rest of his life.
But one thing and I was left wondering if Heinkel could actually hurt someone, he thought he was under a spell and couldn’t do it. Now of course that someone…….
Well, more will be revealed in the next chapter.
What should I write, what does Google Translate return?
What I mean by this message is that this is the first time in the main story that Heinkel harms anyone (apart from Missouri and those dragons and steel men and the walking dead, of course).
He is just scared of facing a strong enemy
Wilhelm will survive to say arc4 future line “Without it, you cannot even wield a sword, you thief”
I thought he will say it when Reinhardt lose his sword saint DP because somehow Heinkel becomes worthy of it. But is Heinkel even redeemable now?
what if Heinkel has the sword saint DP, and not Reinhard. And Wilhelm will say that line when Heinkel becomes unable to wield the sword after losing the DP.
It would explain Heinkel’s reaction to Wilhelm accusing Reinhard. He knew Reinhard wasn’t the one who got it and was also guilty.
I mean unless something goes very wrong, why would Wilhelm say such hurtful things to Reinhard when he wants to improve his relationship with him and removing his mask of sword saint.
The only problem is how can Reinhard wield Dragon Sword.
Those words from Emilia’s 3rd trial were only a possibility, not certainty. We got Priscilla’s words there as well, how did that end up going again..?
My life has peaked. I read this before entering my exam hall.
Today inspired by the Sword Demon I shall wield the pen to Ace this trail called Exam!
Penis mightier than sword, they say. Good luck
I shall be the one to watch your back when you step into the battlefield scorched with pens
I have returned, alive not victorious.
Went good overall.
I believe in terms of character development and back story Wilhelm Van Asteria takes 1st place by far in Re Zero …
Truly a character worth taking life notes from… BUT i hope, i wish, i demand, i warn, that if anything happens to WILHELM then Tappai, “You Shall Pay With Your LIFE” (in connor McGregor’s voice)
FUCK HEINKEL
Why Felt didnt just say to dragon do not fight?
DA (Dragon Al) is still loyal to Al. Yes DA loyalty has been stated to be rocky due to how much of Farsale he sees in Felt but again he is still more loyal to Al, for now at least.
I’d like to read that from the author. She was just watching, didnt even try to talk to dragon 🙁
Felt ain’t got no interest in the soap opera tier drama of this bum ass family
Either she does not give a crap to the very father of the person who is supposed to be her knight which makes her look psychotic as hell or she is just unable to reach him for some reason
No matter the answer, she doesn’t beat the walking Deus Ex Machina accusations
Maaaaaan cliffhangeeeeeers everywheeeeeere
Epic chapter seriously
The next chapter is out. Wilhelm
Fighting….bra bra bra fighting bra bra bra…. Stabing -o- Zzzz…. okay whats next? Maybe another of “Do you like a flowers?”
Lol it’s just so boring man
Is this Wilhelm slander? Cuz I don’t really see the problem with this chapter or wilhelm
Get fucked old man
Unrelated, but it just came to mind:
As a dragonhusk, Volcanica has to have birthed a child whom he’s connected by soul, but, could that child be Patrasche?
he did say patrasche name when he saw her but I think that might be because of flugel being someone similar to Subaru or Subaru himself
“Dragons displayed the ability to create a specific form of life known as the dragonkin. In the process of creating this special race, however, the Dragon loses most of its personality and capability of speech, and it enters a hibernation-like state of being where merely its consciousness and a certain amount of their power remains. This state is referred to as being a dragonhusk ”
Patrasch is earth dragon not a dragonkin therefore she cant be Volcanica’s child.
Oh yeah forgot Heinkel was a bitch
thanks for the translation.
Heinkeeeeeeeeel. You absolute bastard coward piece of shit