SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

“I’m ready.” The Martial Blade God spoke calmly.

His form was simple—a blue kimono, with his normal-looking blade on his hip. Even after meditating for so long, he still seemed like the same person from before.

“You’re… the Martial Blade God?” The Nether spoke, narrowing his gaze as his eyes turned purple.

“Indeed. Per my agreement with Ciel, I shall be facing you in an all-out battle.” He reached for his blade, keeping his gaze on the floating Nether.

The Nether glanced at Ciel, and the woman nodded with a smile. Her expression told him that he was serious, and that the battle itself would be one of the same nature.

“I see. Since I have time to spare, I might as well do it” The Nether shrugged.

“I appreciate it.”

This time, the Martial Blade God did not bow. Neither did he show any of his usual courtesy to the Nether. His gaze was indeed calm, and he displayed no animosity. However, he was also not being cordial.

In this state, he unsheathed his blade and took his stance, waiting for Ciel to move out of the way. She did so almost immediately.

“Now, then, how should we do this? From what I have been informed of, you were very instrumental in my return… and it was all for this battle. So, how do you want it to go?”

The Martial Blade God gave a very simple answer—one that made him seem extremely crazy.

“Go all-out. I want to fight you at full strength.” This was the only answer he could give.

After all, he had sacrificed a lot to reach this point. He had caused the deaths and destruction of so many people. He had committed unspeakable atrocities—all for the return of this monster.

And now, it was time for him to claim his prize.

“If I go all-out, you won’t be able to bear it.” The Nether’s words brought a smile to the face of the Martial Blade God.

When was the last time someone had shown him such consideration in a battle? Usually, he was the one saying it to others. And that was because he was simply stronger than them.

That’s right… The luxury of giving consideration to an enemy was the luxury owned only by the strong. At the moment, he had lost that right.

The enemy in front of him was stronger.

“Very well. Then… fight me until the very end!”

“Alright then. If it becomes too drawn out, I’ll just end you as soon as—”

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