A Powerful Martial Artist Reincarnates as a Nun Knight

The battle against the rampaging kraken at the port was reaching a crescendo.

“Here I go, Saraswati!”
[…!]
Responding to Ezio’s call, the voluptuous divine spirit manifested behind him, embracing him from behind before transforming into a cluster of light and merging into his body. At that moment, the bare-chested, muscular Ezio’s physical and astral muscles simultaneously bulked up. Instantly distorting the surrounding air with his overwhelming aura, Ezio tore off the kraken’s tentacle he had been grappling.

{―――――!!!}

The kraken let out a soundless scream as one of its tentacles was torn away. Its scream manifested as a monotonous yet piercing psychic wave, thrashing motions disturbing the water’s surface, and a toxic black ink staining the sea.

Meanwhile, the others were also preparing their own secret techniques against the kraken.

{Remember. Massive beasts cannot maintain their forms without the workings of mysteries. Even for relatively unrestrained sea monsters, this principle remains unchanged. So if you wish to inflict harm upon them, physical attacks alone will not suffice.}

{Do you recall the methods I previously taught for coordinating spellcasting mysteries and martial kata?}

With the guidance and assistance of his presiding spirit Esras-Hermes and guiding spirit Lugus-Artaios, the spear Ogma’s Cane in Conra’s grasp traced dazzling, elegant trajectories.

The essence of the spear and swordsmanship Sophia had imparted manifested in this moment. Spear techniques of the long spear style, short spear for close quarters, longstaff techniques, various polearm styles, the paired spear and six-combined great spear methods of the Lanna arts – all swirled and unleashed in an instant. Ogma’s Cane seemed to delight in Conra’s spearmanship, continuously emitting a wondrous radiance.

And in one moment, the boy’s senses expanded and contracted, the muscles of his calves and thighs swelling without distinction between physical and astral.

His heightened extrasensory perception and spiritual senses could now clearly discern the flow of mysteries within the kraken’s body.

Conra’s form, lowering his center of gravity akin to a sprinter’s starting stance, vanished in the next instant, leaving an afterimage. And when he reappeared, it was high enough in the air to look down upon the kraken’s tentacle tips.

‘God of War Bolg, heroic spear Ogma’s Cane! Bear witness to my martial feat now!’

Aloft, Conra twisted his upper body to fully unleash the force emanating from his waist. The astral muscles around Conra’s waist had been tempered to an unprecedented degree through Sophia’s teachings. Next, his shoulder and arm muscles bulged, and Conra finally hurled the spear gripped in his throwing pose with full force.

Kwaaaauuuuuu――!

Like a comet leaving a trail of light across the solar wind, Ogma’s Cane became the embodiment of rending destruction, descending upon the kraken.

Naturally, the kraken could not fail to react to such a threatening attack. It thrashed one tentacle upward in a desperate attempt to intercept the descending spear.

{―――――!?}

However, the result was catastrophic. The tentacle raised to block the spear was torn to shreds along its trajectory. The kraken’s flesh could not withstand the spear’s rotation and momentum.

Fortunately, the kraken’s effort to sacrifice one tentacle was not in vain, for the spear’s original trajectory aimed at its main body was deflected off-course.

Yet Conra did not despair. Descending through the celestial emperor’s heart technique, the boy swept his sword-gripped right hand back as if reeling in a fishing line.

Soon, Ogma’s Cane whipped back around in response to Conra’s gesture. Though unable to replicate the full force of its initial throw, the spear still carried potent momentum, wriggling through the air as if alive before being drawn into the boy’s outstretched grasp. And in the process, half of the kraken’s tentacle it had grazed was sheared off.

Hildegard, too, confronted the kraken through her own means.

“Ariel!”

Responding to Hildegard’s call, the chaste divine spirit manifested behind her. Soon, just as Saraswati had embraced Ezio, Ariel embraced her contractor before transforming into a cluster of light and merging into Hildegard’s body.

Thus aided by Ariel, Hildegard once more invoked the names of deities.

“Mighty Sunras! Thunderous Perun!”

She called upon the blessing of might from the war god Sunras, and the judgment of lightning from the thunder god Perun.

Blessed by Perun, Hildegard’s halberd grew to a size too immense for a human to wield, crackling with dangerous sparks as bolts of lightning took residence. Plasma-like ionized air burned around the axe blade, generating ions in the surroundings.

And Hildegard did not leave the lightning-imbued, enlarged halberd untouched.

“Tryaaat!”

With Hildegard’s spirited shout, the axe blade swung without hesitation. Soon, one of the kraken’s tentacles was powerlessly severed by the scorching axe strike. But the kraken’s suffering did not end there – the flickering lightning pierced through the severed plane, threatening to burrow into the sea beast’s body.

Even as the kraken thrashed in agony, spewing ink, the group did not let their guard down. Against such massive beasts, one could never assume victory prematurely. They had to relentlessly pummel it until the very last without the slightest lapse in vigilance.

And it was at that moment that it happened.

“――――!!!!”

The moment after Ezio, Conra, and Hildegard’s attacks inflicted effective damage upon the kraken, a thunderous roar shook the entire city.

To describe it onomatopoeically: ‘Kwohuhuhuh―huhng――!’ An explosive sound reminiscent of a large feline or ferocious beast’s roar, a dreadful, overwhelming rumble that seemed to forcibly crush the depths of one’s psyche and distorted inner darkness.

‘It must be Lady Chagelle.’
‘Master, it seems.’
‘Sophia, indeed.’

The three immediately realized that the roar had been Sophia’s doing. In this world they knew, there was no one else capable of such a feat.

It was at the very moment their attention was drawn to the king’s roar that had shaken the city that it happened.

“Eh? Wait a minute, Father! Lady Wolfstein! The kraken is fleeing!”
“What?”
“Hmm, it seems it has come to this after all.”

Taking advantage of the momentary lapse in their focus, the kraken suddenly began fleeing. Was it due to Sophia’s king’s roar imbued with the clarity of truth? The previously rampaging kraken seemed to have regained its senses, abandoning its three severed tentacles and hastily retreating from the port.

Watching the kraken retreat deeper into the waters, Hildegard clicked her tongue in disappointment while Ezio nodded as if he had expected as much.

“I had found it strange for a sea beast of that size to suddenly attack the port. It seems it was being controlled by someone after all.”
“Ah, indeed. But it’s a bit of a shame. It was an opportunity to rack up quite a drinking fund.”
“Uh, excuse me, Lady Wolfstein. Wouldn’t the tentacles we left behind already provide an excessive amount for a drinking fund?”
“Huh? No way, those won’t be enough! We’re not going to consume all of that ourselves, and there’s still the issue of repairing the damaged ships and port facilities.”

To Conra’s question, Hildegard responded as if he had asked something obvious. Even as the alcohol-loving, drunken nun knight Hildegard, she was still a nun knight – she properly harbored the desire to provide at least minimal aid to those who had lost property and lives to the calamity.

After all, if she lacked such compassion, she would have been incapable of joining the clergy in the first place. It was only natural.

“By the way, that giant squid really turned the sea into an inkbath. I’ve heard kraken ink is toxic and harmful to marine life.”

Hildegard frowned at the blackened coastal facilities and seawater.

“Ah, if it’s purifying the seawater, I think I can manage something.”
“Oho? Really? Well, as expected of your capabilities.”
“Hahah, what are you saying.”

Conra scratched his head in embarrassment at Hildegard’s admiration, while Ezio, who had overheard their conversation, could only nod repeatedly in awe of the boy’s boundless competence.

Meanwhile, as the three discussed handling the aftermath of the calamity at the port, the suspected perpetrator(?) of the king’s roar, Sophia, had also revealed herself at the dockside. In one hand, she gripped the nape of an unconscious hooded figure, dragging their body along the uneven ground.

“Sophia! Was that fellow the culprit?”
“Ah, I’m not sure if there were others involved, but this one seemed to be the ringleader behind this incident.”

Nodding in response to Hildegard’s query, Sophia raised the figure by the nape and shook them back and forth as she spoke, “Well, let’s all take a look at what kind of fool this is.”

Saying so, Sophia used her free hand to remove the hood, revealing a strange visage that seemed to combine human and Sapphygon features. Whether from Sophia’s king’s roar, blood and cerebrospinal fluid seeped from their ears, nose, and eyes.