Galaxy's First Ruler

Zrrr!

This long sword didn't just enter the space between Amalia's breast, it also came out of her back.

But contrary to the shocked expressions of the audience, both black-haired beauties were smiling at each other. There wasn't any blood as half the sword protruded out of Amalia's back. The only thing that one could see was a layer of starry shine around the supposed wounds.

Bang!

Just as Vivi buried the entire sword into her opponent, Amalia's body blew up in millions of shiny globules. These globules were like mini light bulbs that lit up the Great Hall. For a moment, it was as if everyone were seeing the birth of new stars in a nebula. Amid this wonderful sight, Vivi smilingly spoke out.

"Nice trick. But that's what it is… A mere trick. Humph!"

The light globules vanished one by one, and the Great Hall felt darker by the loss of this exaggerated light. Like a mirage, the stage's floor behind Vivi blurred and Amalia walked out. The slight smile on her cherry red lips couldn't be more enticing. A sweet and sultry voice came out of her mouth as she giggled and replied to Vivi.

"It's not a deathmatch. We must please the audience, too."

Whooo hoooo!

Yeyyyy!!

Miss Amalia!!!!

Cheers rang out throughout the young Dreamers in the Great Hall. Vivi, despite the smile on her face, was boiling from the rage within. She extended her blue sword, pointing it at Amalia's heart, and activated two Skills in one go.

"ICE DIMENSION…"

Following a small burst of Mana out of her body, a layer of blue ice covered the entire stage with Vivi as the center. At one glance, there was nothing special about it. But if one looked at it from above, one would have realized that there were no reflections in this crystal clear and mirror like blue ice.

Vivi took a step, making the blue ice under her feet ripple, and called out.

"… Flood Dragon Swordstyle: First Wave…

… ICE MAELSTROM!!!"

An icy whirl covered the stage and when everyone thought Vivi would dash towards Amalia, her feet sunk into the blue ice under her feet. In a fraction of a second, her entire body vanished into ice. But in an even smaller fraction, the blue sword came out, aiming at Amalia's back.

When it seemed Viscount Amalia could never avoid this sudden attack, a starry light came out from under her black dress and she disappeared. Amalia materialized on one corner of the stage, but as soon as her feet touched the frozen floor, another blue icicle-like sword attacked her.

This scene kept repeating until the entire stage got covered into thorny icicles, giving Amalia no place to even stand.

"Let the Stars turn to Dust…

… First Constellation: SEVEN WINGS!!!"

All lights dimmed for a moment as Amalia put her hands together and prayed. In the half-dark surroundings, seven magnificent wings of light unfurled behind her back. On her left, there were three wings. They were almost white and one could even see a hint of feathers in them, hidden by the brilliant covering of light. On her right, there were four wings. There was no hint of feathers, nor was there any particular color about them. They kept changing from transparent to golden from time to time.

This was the genetically transferred Skill of House Star Dust. Famous for its uniqueness even among the Dukes.

Nicholas, awed at this display, stood up and muttered.

"Seven Wings?!! At this age… This can't be explained just by talent."

At the end of his sentence, Nicholas turned to look at Harold. And along with him, even the two Earls perked up their ears, hoping to chance upon something crucial. But to their disappointment, Harold kept eating the pie as if what was going on stage didn't matter to him at all.

"Humph!"

Nicholas harrumphed and sat back down. The dark corners of the hall were now regaining their color, but all eyes were still staring at the hovering winged beauty.

Flap!

With a flutter of Amalia's wings, all the icicles burst apart in countless shards. It was like tiny blue stars were rotating around a central golden figure. The entire scene was so mesmerizing that even the Ancient Oracle's eyes were wide open to remember it.

Flapp!!

With another flap, the Ice Dimension, covering the stage, broke apart. Vivi, holding the blue sword, got thrown out and rolled on the stage before stabilizing her footing. The Seven Wings in the air had almost all become transparent. But from the reverent smile on Amalia's face, it was apparent at least one more flutter was on its way.

"A Skill… Huff!… that can break all other Skills…"

Vivi gritted her teeth and blubbered under her breath. The breaking of two Skills didn't seem to discourage her. Her breathing was rough, but there was also defiance in her eyes. From the corner of her eyes, an unseen nod came to her from Earl Frida. Vivi took in a deep breath and relaxed her posture. As Amalia's wings drew back, she again lifted her sword and mumbled.

"What a wonderful sight it would be to see those feathers getting ripped apart…"

Two bone horns emerged out of Vivi's head, and illusory blue and gray scales materialized all over her body. The pie in Harold's hand slipped out and fell on the floor. Beside the stage, Enok's head was cranked up high as if gazing at the mountain's peak he was ever climbing. A buzz overtook the already awed Dreamers, and a roar came out of Vivi's seemingly unremarkable sword.

Roarrr!

Vivi's black eyes became large black snake-like slits, and a growl came out her mouth.

"Flood Dragon Swordstyle: Thirteenth Wave…

… DRAGON DEATH ROLL!!!"

As Vivi pointed the blue sword at Amalia, starting from the tip of the sword, a ruthless blue-gray face emerged. It was as if an alligator was peeking its head out of the water to mark its prey. But this emergence didn't stop there. Time seemed to slow down as the entire head of a Flood Dragon came out and replaced the sword in Vivi's hand.

Her skin, now covered in scales, and her dress, shining with the blues of an ocean, looked like the dragon's body. The space behind Vivi blurred as an illusory image of a mile-long Flood Dragon appeared. All jaws dropped seeing the image's head overlapping to that of the Dragon's head on the sword.

ROARRRRRR!!!

As the dragon opened its mouth and roared, the breath of an ocean spread out in the Great Hall. Vivi's figure was like a humongous drill lunging at Amalia in a straight line. The space around the long Flood Dragon's body twisted and the dragon bit down on the wings as they finally flapped for the third time.

Flapppp!

BOOOM!!!!

Those who were lost in their thoughts around the stage disintegrated on the impact. Before the Shockwaves could do any more harm, the two Marquess let go of their deep shocked expressions and appeared on two sides of the stage. With a gesture of their hands, the shockwaves vanished, but even they couldn't subdue the countless feathers raining around them.

Marquess Harold narrowed his eyes as he saw the transparent white feathers losing their colors before hitting the ground. On the other side, Earl Frida had her head down, but even then she could see the red trail of blood coming out of the corner of Amalia's mouth.

And opposite to Amalia, Vivi's bloody figure was sprawled on the stage face down. The long blue sword was still clenched tightly in her broken hand.