I'm the Evil Lord of an Intergalactic Empire!

Book 13: Chapter 10: School of One Flash vs Roman School of Swordsmanship

Armed enemy soldiers surround me as I step out of Avids cockpit.

Theyre clearly here to fight, but I couldnt sense any killing intent or fighting spirit emanating from them.

Its as if theyre dolls holding weapons, weapons that feel out of place in this world.

For example, there are knights holding iron swords and shields. Compared to the knights of this era, they can only be described as shoddy.

There are also wizards holding canes and warriors wielding axes or blunt weapons. Everything about them feels ancient.

Was this what he meant by a warm welcome?

Needless to say, I despise Farabars overbearing attitude. Who does he think he is, ordering us to come at him?

I jump off Avid, and with the help of the ships gravity, land safely on the floor. The moment I do so, the enemies begin attacking in unison.

The first one to attack is a lightly armored warrior brandishing a sword.

With black eyes, red pupils, and cracked skin, it is apparent that the warrior before me is only a shell of what he used to be.

How troublesome

Letting out a small sigh, I get ready to finish him off with a One Flash. However, before I could do so, Ellen makes the first move.

Immediately after landing on Garun, Ellen jumps out of Gerberas cockpit and fires a One Flash in my general direction, cutting down the swordsman and all that stood near him.

The enemies get chopped to pieces and are scattered across the floor. Whats peculiar is that not much blood is shed in the process.

Instead, the floor gets stained by a black, sticky goo.

Master need not waste his energy on enemies of this caliber.

Ellen lands in front of me, holding the red sword that she cherishes in her left hand.

You seem awfully attached to that sword. I thought you were given a new one as proof of becoming full-fledged?

To celebrate Ellens graduation from apprenticeship, I had a swordsmith that I invited to the territory to make a sword for her.

It should be of higher quality than her old sword, but for some reason, she prefers the one shes using right now.

This sword is special. After all, its something Master gave me.

Seeing her smile, I get the urge to tease her.

Right, I recall you mistaking the tiger inscribed on it for a cat.

Please forget that ever happened. I didnt know what tigers were back then.

To be so easily embarrassed, shes still young after all.

Rinho and Fuuka are next to disembark as the Amaryllis make their landings in Garuns hangar.

I stare at the enemies that Ellen has sliced up, expecting them to revive. However, even after some time, nothing happens.

Farabar appears on a monitor and clears up the confusion just as Im wondering whats going on.

[To make matters easier for you all, Ive decided not to revive any of my fallen vassals. As the host, the least I can do is save you from any unnecessary trouble.]

Then why dont you fight me straight away?

[Now that wont do, would it? Were in the midst of a battle, after all. I wish to savor each and every moment. My skin tingles just thinking about it.]

Youre just a bag of bones, what skin are you referring to?

Apparently, hes trying to be considerate, but if you ask me, hes just being a nuisance.

Unfortunately, it doesnt seem like Farabar would change his mind anytime soon.

[You see, I like watching heroes advance through the Demon Lords castle. To be fair, Garuns a spaceship, not a castle, but I hope you wont mind the details. Ive prepared many traps ahead. Show me how youll conquer them! I shall await your arrival in the throne room.]

And with that, Farabar disappears from the monitor.

Ellen reveals a bitter expression.

What an unpleasant creature, to trouble Master like this.

Now that were so close to Farabar, it seems shes sensed how formidable he is.

Despite expressing her dissatisfaction, she doesnt outright declare that shell kill him herself.

Rinho and Fuuka approach us.

We just have to defeat him quickly, and itll be over, right? All we have to do is cut him down.

Rinho seems eager to move forward.

Fuuka, on the other hand, remains silent.

Realizing that theres still much room for them to improve, I let out a deep sigh.

Youre right. Farabar said hes going to savor each and every moment of the battle, which means he probably plans on attacking our fleet as well. We dont have time to waste.

In its current state, the Banfield Familys fleet wont be able to put up a proper fight against Farabar.

Itd be a tough fight even for Tia and Marie. In fact, I daresay defeat would be inevitable, even with Klaus.

The enemies seem to have suddenly resolved their issue of supply and maintenance. My subordinates have concluded that Garun is behind this.

Coupled with the fact that the enemy ships can repair themselves no matter how many times we destroy them, Farabar no doubt has the right to call his fleet the immortal army.

If we were to challenge them head-on, fleet against fleet, Id be defeated as well.

At least with Klaus here no, I shouldnt leave things up to chance. Enough dilly-dallying. Its time for us to go.

With Rinho, Fuuka, and Ellen in tow, we head for the throne room.

Meanwhile, Tia and the Banfield Familys fleet were in the middle of a battle against the enemies.

D*mn you, Hampson!

They were up against the Imperial Army that had been converted by Farabar, and the one leading them was Hampson.

His face appeared on Tias monitor.

[Christina, now that Ive gained power from Lord Farabar, I am invincible. Youre no longer my match.]

His eyes were black and his pupils, red.

Hampson grinned as he provoked Tia.

Even though hed become an undead, it seemed like his spirit remained, and he relentlessly targeted Tias fleet.

Big words for a man who couldnt gather the courage to fight me without selling his soul to the devil.

[You have guts, Ill give you that. But no matter how powerful the Banfield Familys fleet is, it still falls short of Lord Farabars immortal army. You at least understand that much, dont you?]

The enemies kept charging at them without fearing casualties, which had Tias gears turning.

(Lord Liam has entered the enemys flagship. We need to gain more distance before fighting these guys. Distract as many of them as we could and)

Around the same time

The fleet under Maries command was likewise being chased by an enemy fleet.

Retreat while maintaining defensive position! Never show your back to the enemies!

Much to her frustration, her fleet was being forced to retreat.

The commander in charge of the enemy fleet was none other than Toraido.

[Stop running away, Marie Sera Marian! Let us express our gratitude for chasing us around so much!]

Now that he was an undead, Toraido was seeking revenge on Marie.

[Are you scared? Are your legs shaking? How does it feel to become the prey?]

Tsk.

Marie clicked her tongue. She wasnt interested in going along with Toraidos ego trip.

(I have no idea what kind of sorcery this is, but the Empire seems to be as pathetic as ever. I wonder if Lord Liams alright)

She wasnt exactly in an easy situation either, but she was more concerned about Liams safety.

She wished to help Liam, but to do that, she had to deal with the enemies in front of her.

Well then, how should I dice you up?

[Your resistance is futile! I now have an immortal body, for I have conquered death itself! Nothing in this world can scare me!

Heh.

Narrowing her eyes, Marie snickered.

Zooming through the deck of Garun, we tear apart the enemies that stand in our way, unleashing wave after wave of One Flash.

As soon as we discover an enemy, we hack them to pieces, so from an outsiders perspective, it may seem like were just running down the hall.

Honestly, its so repetitive and boring that I feel like yawning, but were short on time.

Searching such a large ship is a chore in itself.

The spaceship spans several thousand meters, and its very spacious inside.

Finding the throne room where Farabar is is proving to be a challenge.

Ellen hears my complaint and gives her opinion as a commander.

Im concerned about whats happening outside. If we waste too much time here and the fleet gets annihilated, itll severely affect us in the future.

The soldiers that we brought with us are elites. They should be able to hold on for a while. But youre right. I wouldnt fancy their chances of survival if the battle gets prolonged.

Rinho seems to have something to say about our conversation. She interjects with a sullen look on her face.

Senior Brother, Ellen, we shouldnt be distracted by the battle occurring outside. Our focus should be on defeating the enemy of One Flash, no?

Though her points are valid, I still have to consider my position.

For the sake of our future, we cannot afford to lose our fleet here.

Im first and foremost a swordsman of One Flash, but Im also the lord of a territory.

Ridiculous. Battles are meant to be simple and straightforward, they shouldnt be sullied by other matters. Youre both overcomplicating things. Dont you agree?

Rinho looks at Fuuka, but the latter doesnt respond.

Huh? Oh, um

This riles up Rinho even more

Ugh, forget it!

For the next several minutes, we continue to run in silence with me in the front.

Suddenly, I sense something and stop my footsteps. The others follow suit.

Immediately after, a shock wave passes by us.

A group of swordsmen have appeared before us and are blocking the passageway. From their appearances, I deduce that theyre people of this world.

Greetings, Liam of One Flash. My name is Dustin, a swordsman of the Roman style. Let us exchange pointers, a man says, grinning.

Upon closer inspection, I realize that these swordsmen are equipped with rapiers, swords specialized for thrusting.

I dig through my memories, eventually remembering who this man is.

You must be the last Sword Saint of the Empire. If Im not wrong, you shouldve been part of the subjugation force. Seeing as youre now a lackey of Farabar, you must not be that big of a deal.

Dustin, whos now an undead, remains unfazed by my words.

You have a foul mouth, just as the rumors say.However, tis but the chirping of a small bird.

Dustin takes his stance and delivers a thrust that an average Joe wouldnt be able to react to.

As Im wondering what to do with him, Ellen steps forward.

Master, let me take care of this. We dont have much time on our hands. Please move on without me.

!

Fuuka flinches when she sees Ellen.

She was probably hesitating about whether to step forward or not. She had missed her chance, making her ashamed of her indecision.

As were short on time, we decide to move ahead.

Before leaving, I call out to Ellen.

Then well depart fist. Make sure you catch up with us before I battle Farabar.

Understood.

With Liam and the others gone, Ellens expression turned cold.

You must be senile to mistake Masters words for the chirping of birds.

Dustin and his disciples, now undeads, laughed at Ellen in ridicule.

Sacrificing yourself to let your master go first. Truly commendable. But youve chosen the wrong opponent.

Dustins thrust caused Ellens hair to sway.

A thrust that has reached God-like speed. Thrusting is to us as slashing is to One Flash. Although there are differences, on a fundamental level, our techniques are similar.

Ellen didnt bat an eyebrow hearing Dustins words.

Interpreting this as nervousness, he took his stance.

I have slain many enemies; some have failed to even notice that their stomachs have been punched out. This was before I became immortal. Now

Dustin delivered a thrust, creating several holes in the wall around and behind Ellen.

I have been reborn, and my divine thrust has reached perfection. The Roman School of Swordsmanship has been perfected! Theres no need to fear The School of One Flash, for the Roman School of Swordsmanship is the strongest!

Ellen didnt so much as respond to his declaration.

It was only then that Dustin noticed something amiss.

Why werent his disciples saying anything?

While maintaining his guard, he looked for signs of his disciples.

Just then, he heard something fall to the floor with a thud.

His eyes had been on Ellen this entire time, but before he knew it, she had drawn her sword.

You sought outside help to become stronger. This alone has disqualified the Roman School of Swordsmanship. It doesnt deserve to be uttered in the same sentence as the School of One Flash, and it will forever remain this way. Oh, and you mentioned how your enemies couldnt react to your thrusts. Whats so great about that?

Realization dawned on Dustin, and he was overcome with fear.

His beloved sword had fallen to the ground.

And it wasnt just his sword; his hands and arms were next.

When he knelt down, he realized his legs had been sliced off as well.

H-how!? I never took my eyes off you. When did you

Ellen cut him off and spoke in a cold voice.

Dont you dare compare the One Flash to your run-of-the-mill swordsmanship. Ours was created to cut down monsters that have surpassed the realm of humanity. It was created to fight against monsters like Farabar, the one you clung to. Since you called yourself a Sword Saint, I was wondering how strong you were, but what a disappointment. Youre a sellout that has stained the legacy of your school, the worst of the worst.

She then proceeded to chase after Liam, as if to show that she never took him seriously.

She had completely and utterly lost interest in him.

So I had lost from the very beginning. Had I knownI wouldve chosen to die like a normal swordsman.

He was ashamed of himself for being intoxicated by the monsters power.

Ellen had beaten him, both as a swordsman and as a person.

*****

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