Man on the ark, forced to become king

It was this small detail that led her to leave the medical department and instead follow Margaret, with whom she had developed a close relationship during the Liz incident, to Kazimierz, hoping to shift her focus and completely calm her restless mind.

Treating patients while emotionally charged is not what a doctor should do. Suppressed frustration might lead her to make life-threatening mistakes at work.

As it turned out, she was right to do so.

Normally, she wouldn't resort to violence like cutting someone down to solve a problem, even if those people are likely enemies.

Moreover, this is just the beginning.

With her fingers resting on the cold hilt of her sword, Shining slowed her breathing, suppressing the agitation in her heart. Her gaze swept over the enemies below, her eyes unusually cold.

She's in a bad mood right now and hopes these people will make a wise choice.

otherwise……

He might not die, but who knows what else?

However, the Unarmored Assassins, unaware of what they were facing, clearly did not make a wise choice.

Several arrows pierced the air. They had no intention of entrusting their lives to the enemy's mercy. While launching their attack, they tried to disperse and hide in advantageous terrain.

Direct combat is never the first choice for assassins; using terrain and ambushes to kill targets while minimizing their own losses is the usual tactic.

only……

Clang!

After a brief metallic scraping sound, all the Unarmored Alliance assassins who tried to escape didn't even have time to leave their original positions before their hands and legs were precisely severed by a flash of white light, and they fell to the ground, their crimson blood slowly spreading.

The only one who was unharmed was Miss Hinterlea, the Platinum Queen, who immediately threw away her bow and arrows, covered her head with her hands, and squatted on the ground.

It's clear that her movements are quite skillful.

Seeing her many colleagues lying down in the blink of an eye, Hinterlea felt a mixture of disdain and relief.

Fortunately, she acted quickly enough to avoid being the only one lying on the ground.

Can't these brainless idiots see the difference between us and the enemy?

With such a meager monthly salary and no holidays, why work yourself to death...?

"Ah."

A strong stench of blood filled the air. Shining glanced at the assassins lying on the ground, then her gaze finally settled on the white-clad girl crouching with her head in her hands. She narrowed her eyes slightly, nodded, and ignored her.

The props that Theresa made will last for a while, during which time no ordinary people will approach this street. All she has to do during this time is not let anyone disturb Margaret; she doesn't want to worry about anything else.

……

'Once again... this is a rather troublesome guy.'

As Ma Enna stepped out of the bar, he looked up and saw the woman standing on the signboard. He instinctively put his hand to his side, only to belatedly realize that her usual weapon was not hanging there.

The company does not allow the carrying of controlled weapons, and he rushed over after get off work without having time to go home to get them, so he came empty-handed.

At the time, he didn't think there was any problem. For someone like him, weapons were important, but it wasn't like he couldn't live without them.

It depends on the scenario and who you are dealing with.

As for Margaret... he knew his niece, whom he had watched grow up, very well and was confident that he could easily handle her even without weapons.

Rather, it's easier to control without the blade. You don't have to worry about the blade hurting you and deliberately avoid it, making it much easier to use.

Moreover, they might not necessarily take action.

In retrospect, he was too complacent.

Margaret has changed a lot since she returned. She is a completely different person from before she left. Not only has she improved her thinking, but she has also made great progress in her abilities.

Of course, this level of difficulty is still beyond his control; he remains confident that he can resolve the battle unarmed, which is not a problem.

The problem is, the woman above.

That guy is very strong.

So strong that even if he took up a sword, he wouldn't be entirely confident of victory, which makes things very difficult.

Most importantly, the sudden presence of such a powerful figure by Margaret's side made him feel that the situation might spiral out of control. The trouble they caused upon their return might be far greater than he anticipated, which could not necessarily be a good thing.

Now is not the time...

"Thank you for your help, Shining. I'll try to get this done as quickly as possible."

Margaret, who followed him out, nodded in the direction of the light sign, walked to the middle of the street, and caught the two swords thrown to her by the bar owner, Ward. They were somewhat old-fashioned, with unsharpened blades, and looked more like training equipment than weapons for combat.

'The second time this name was mentioned, is it Shining? He looks like a Sarkaz. If he's from that race, he's even more dangerous.'

Marner didn't even look at Margaret's actions; his attention was almost entirely focused on Shining, as he secretly pondered a countermeasure.

From beginning to end, he didn't take his niece's challenge seriously.

It's just children playing around; it's not something he should take seriously.

Young foals are always very lively, like to run around and jump around, and have many ideas, but none of them are meaningful. Some things need time to accumulate and settle. In his eyes, Margaret is not qualified yet.

More than a playful and fun competition, he was concerned about how to resolve the various problems caused by Shining, suppress the matter, eliminate its subsequent impact, and get everything back on track.

The Linguang family needs stability, even if it's only temporary.

"Uncle, can we begin?"

Margaret tossed out a sword, took a deep breath, and asked softly.

In fact, Marner was right; her inner self was far from as calm as she appeared, and it took a lot of effort just to maintain that composed demeanor.

While strength may increase dramatically, it cannot increase experience. Her time at the Golden Tree was insufficient for her to undergo a complete mental transformation and become as mature as her elders.

But even so, she had to stand here.

This time, she had every reason to win.

If she fails, then the next person to come here will be someone else from the Golden Tree, or even the King himself.

What will happen then, and what the future holds for Kazimierz, is unpredictable.

"Let's begin, and see how much you've improved."

Marner withdrew his gaze, casually picked up the sword, and remained indifferent.

He stood still, not taking the initiative to make a move, giving his niece ample time to prepare, while focusing most of his energy on guarding against the completely unknown Shining.

But soon he realized that he seemed to have made a mistake.

The flame is burning.

It wasn't a blazing fire that scorched objects, but a burst of light formed by some strange energy. A radiant glow containing powerful life force emanated from Margaret, mixing with the light passed down through the Light family's bloodline to form a blazing pure gold flame that enveloped the girl's figure.

what is that?

While Marna was still observing, the next second he realized that Margaret had disappeared from his sight, leaving only fragmented afterimages in the corners of his eyes. The sound of wind rose from his side, and in his peripheral vision, a flash of golden light was already approaching.

clang!

Swords clashed, sparking bright flames. Immense power flowed through the blades to the arm, and the gleaming light enveloped the old training sword, allowing it to withstand the blow.

That is the light passed down through generations of the Lin Guang family, flowing in their blood.

This is no longer a joke.

If he wasn't careful, Marner had no doubt that his sword would be broken in the next clash.

His niece's sudden burst of strength once again exceeded his expectations.

However, what happened next was even more surprising.

Missing her first strike, Margaret didn't linger or try to outdo her opponent in strength. She immediately changed position and launched an attack from another direction. The training sword, burning with light and flame, was so fast that it left a blurry afterimage in the air, like a curtain being unfurled.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Sparks flew, golden light shone everywhere, and the intertwined sword shadows collided rapidly, scattering a large amount of light. Ma Enna was astonished to find that his niece's sword was much, much stronger than when she left.

The most obvious change is that it's become more refined.

It removes the flashy moves and routines, retaining only the most essential techniques. Every swing of the sword is aimed at the weak points, and the speed and power are quite outstanding.

This is not a performance item for the arena, but a real sword for the battlefield, with the ultimate goal of quickly defeating or even killing the enemy, swift and efficient.

Where did this kid learn this fighting style?

Without extensive combat experience, one cannot master such swordsmanship. Could it be that she has been honing her skills on some battlefield all this time?

Even so, it's only a few months...

Marner has become quite interested in his niece’s experiences during this time, but he doesn’t have much time to think about them right now.

He realized that if he didn't take things seriously and show some real skill, there was a real possibility of failure.

That would be bad...

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Cowardly Unarmored Alliance Can't Stay a Single Day Any Longer

How can an elder be so easily defeated by a junior?

Marner gripped the hilt of his sword; the old training sword didn't fit him very well, but it should be enough to deal with Margaret.

He was very pleased that his niece's growth had far exceeded his expectations. This meant that the Linguang family had successors, and the glory of Pegasus would one day shine again in Kazimierz.