Epilogue: I’d destroy the world if I could have it! part 3

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Translator: Soafp

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There was Suzuki, an ordinary schoolboy with a bad look in his eyes.

“Are you all right?”

He walked up slowly and pulled out a fountain pen stuck in the ground.

“Princess Alexia, come here.”

Saying that, it was Christina who pushed Alexia back.

“I-I can still….”

“Nonsense, you have no magic power.”

Before she knew it, Alexia’s magic power had dropped below 100. Alexia bit her lip and looked at Suzuki.

“Fenrir is strong. He can’t do it alone.”

“I don’t think Suzuki will lose easily.”

Christina’s eyes were clear as she said this. Suzuki faces Fenrir alone.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Who are you?”

Fenrir looked at Suzuki.

“I am Suzuki. I’m a first-year student at Midgar Swordsman Academy.”

Suzuki said, turning the fountain pen in his palm.

“Just a student huh……”

Suddenly, Fenrir reared his blood fangs. The red blade snapped like a whip and snatched Suzuki’s bangs.

“For a mere student, you have a good understanding of timing.”

“Timing? What are you talking about?”

Suzuki said with a cool face and stepped forward.

It was Fenrir’s timing. Fenrir’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Katsu, the sound of Suzuki’s footsteps sounded unusually loud.

The footsteps sounded again.

The next moment, a barrage of blood fangs began.

Red afterimages poured down from above, below, left, and right at a tremendous speed. Each sword stroke was beautiful, like a dance that caught the eye.

At the center of it all, Suzuki held up a fountain pen.

Four of them, one on each side, clasped between his fingers as if they were fingernails.

The golden nib of the fountain pen.

Then the red sword dance and the golden light intersected.

Kin, kin, kin, kin, the sound of battle ringing out in countless succession.

The red afterimage and the golden light danced in the mist.

“Amazing …….”

Stunned, Alexia muttered.

Fenrir’s sword was definitely worthy of being one of the strongest. And Suzuki’s ability to match that sword with a fountain pen is also immeasurable.

Compared to the Knights of the Midgar, Empire’s Kingsguard and the Seven Swords of the Vegalta Empire, it is not only not at all inferior, but is even better. ……

“Too strong …….”

Christina muttered.

She was right, Suzuki’s ability was far beyond that of a student.

“Who is he?”

Alexia’s question was natural.

“I don’t know. But he is carrying something big on his shoulders. He has a mission to accomplish,…… he said.”

“A mission…… with that power…….”

Alexia clenched her fists.

“Claire, are you all right?”

Christina helped Claire up from her slumped position.

“S-somehow,…… Suzuki, he is fighting.”

Claire said in pain.

“We can’t follow this fight. We’ll see what happens.”

“I guess so…….”

Claire gripped her magic-engraved right hand.

In the fog, the battle between Fenrir and Suzuki continued.

The shape of the game is slowly tilting.

The red afterimage was pushing the golden light. The nib of the fountain pen, shining in the fog, is slowly retreating.

The reason for this was the difference in the distance between the two.

Fenrir’s blood fangs were far longer than a normal sword, and Suzuki’s fountain pen could not even reach a normal sword.

As a result, Fenrir attacked unilaterally, while Suzuki had no choice but to defend himself.

“The game is decided. You, too, who seek to master the art of war, will find that this gap will never be bridged.”

Fenrir’s voice could be heard between the barrage of blows.

“I wonder if that’s true.”

Suzuki kicked the ground and took flight.

Then, holding up a fountain pen, he threw it at Fenrir.

His eight fountain pens became a golden light and shot out.

“What a waste of time and effort…”

Fenrir retreated and dealt with the fountain pens with his blood fangs.

A few of them grazed his body, wounding him, but that was all. After throwing his weapon, Suzuki no longer has any way to resist.

That was the way it was supposed to be.

“What?”

Suzuki had eight more fountain pens in the air.

“Special move [Golden Rain]!”

And the fountain pens were released one after another.

The light from the fountain pens poured down on Fenrir as if it were rain.

“Small annoyance…!”

But Fenrir’s skill was also extraordinary.

He ducked the pouring fountain pens with fluid body movement, and if he deemed it impossible to do so, he would flick them away with his blood fangs.

The golden rain fell to the ground without hitting Fenrir.

And then all the rain stopped.

A tremendous number of fountain pens stuck in the ground.

In the center of them, Fenrir stood. He did not move a muscle. No, he couldn’t move.

“Checkmate.”

Suzuki was standing behind him.

The fountain pen was a decoy.

“The pen is mightier than the sword, as they say.”

Suzuki put one of his fountain pens against Fenrir’s neck.

“You got one. I think I played a little too much. It’s been a while since I’ve had a playmate. I’m glad to see you. It’s a bad habit of the old man.”

“Keep your mouth shut.”

Without hearing Fenrir’s last words, Suzuki stabbed his fountain pen.

It pierced Fenrir’s neck and blood gushed out.

“Gee…… you are an impatient young man. You must hear the old man out.”

Fenrir’s eyes turned red.

An enormous amount of magical power overflows, and Suzuki is shot away. The wound on his neck healed as if regenerating in reverse.

“The game is over. Let’s deal with the small fish first.……”

Fenrir’s face turned toward Alexia and the others. It was Christina, one of them, who was the first to be caught.

“Ah ……!”

The red eyes glaring at her sent a shiver down Christina’s spine. Christina’s spine shivered as she stared into the red eyes and felt a pressure that she had never felt before.

“Good-bye, young lady.”

And then a red slash swung down on Christina.

She stares in dismay at her impending death.

Just before the blood fangs cut her in two, a figure intervened.

The figure took her in its arms and took the place of her to receive the slash.

A spray of blood danced in the air.

“Suzuki …… you ……!”

The figure was Suzuki.

“I’m glad you’re safe and sound……geh!”

Suzuki vomited a large amount of blood.

“Suzuki! Suzuki, are you okay? Why did you ……”

“I owe you an apology …….”

Suzuki said, her mouth reddening.

“You don’t have to apologize, this is not the time to apologize—-“

“No, it has to be now. Because I’m ……”

“Eh?”

“…..Because I’m not Suzuki.”

Suzuki’s voice changed.

The voice is low, as if echoing from the abyss. His eyes turned red.

“He is already dead. My true form is…”

The numerous fountain pens which were stuck in his blood melted away.

It becomes a black slime that envelops Suzuki’s body.

“S-Suzuki, …….”

At this bizarre sight, Christina and the others backed away.

The black slime that had enveloped Suzuki revealed itself, writhing and squirming in an eerie manner.

“My name is Shadow. One who lurks in the shadows and hunts the shadows …….”

Wearing a long jet-black coat and a deep hood, the man drew a black sword.