I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country - I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country chapter 55

55 – Raid, Irlp! (2)

The wind stops. With her brilliance embroidering the night sky dimly illuminating her world, only she exuded her presence.

I can’t find the original pure white hair dyed in ink. It was as if the germ that had sprouted stained Illelpi and reborn as a completely different being.

She gave a low, cracked voice.

“All, all, all that hinder the destruction of the awards ceremony…!”

IrLP’s index and middle fingers overlapped to create a sword paper. Her eyes, which had become closer to indigo blue, gave off a different color.

An unsettling dark red aura gathered at the sword gyeolji and shimmered like a flame.

Irelpi drew a picture in the air with his sword. From the trajectory extending in a long straight line, the energy was formed and took on physical force.

A bloody longsword in the form of a nodachi that is taller than the height of Illelpi’s chest is manifested. It was the shape of a sword that was not translucent thanks to the density of transcendental condensed energy.

“Crush to ashes and become a fleeting decline…”

The screams of Zikharun and I gnawed at my throat.

“Taesan Gargi is coming!!!”

She raised her sword, the red longsword, high into the sky. She glares at the world, clad in majesty as if to pierce the Milky Way.

Ugh-!

In an instant, the world was divided into two from the sight that spread bloody color. The tip of the Ir Elfi’s blade cut her right through the air.

A two-dimensional line connecting the right and left sides. It draws attention to the void in the space caused by the slashing.

Under the starry sky split vertically. In a world of double ends, our option was not avoidance.

“Now it’s Siegharun!”

“Hold on well, Marquis!”

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Poo-Wak!

A hot energy swept through his entire body. From behind, Siegharun’s hands supported me, releasing the spirit’s blood with all my might.

A formation that defends itself as a meat shield by wearing reflective armor of spirit blood. This was an operation to counter Illelpi’s technique of splitting mountains.

It’s only possible because he’s immortal. But the effect was sure to be so.

The slashes flickered like the light of a satellite and differentiated like waves. Faced with a great mountain split, I rolled my eyes while enduring the laughable screams.

“Ugh, uh, uh…!”

“Hmm, is this far? Bartlante!!!”

At the call of Siegharun, a man with a large body jumped towards the sky piercing slash. Bartlante swung the heavy sword with a full swing, enough to show the opening. He built up a bloodline with a desperate spirit.

“Khaaap!”

Kwajajajajajak!

Battlante’s strength amplified by fighting spirit. And with the performance of the invulnerable meat shield, the power of Taesan Split rapidly lost its shape.

Cool!

“Ahhhhh”

With a cough filled with pain, a bloody voice leaked out. From Irlp, no one else.

I was bound to regenerate eventually unless it was minced like meat in a grinder, but she was different.

There is no way to avoid the accumulation of reflective damage caused by the spirit’s blood. Irlp’s pupils shook as if it were quite surprising that he blocked the deadly flash in an unexpected way.

“hahahaha, there is nothing special in front of the Friend Shield, which contains the affection of Koreans.”

“Don’t you say that you crazy bastard!!!”

No, maybe it was the cosmic horror of seeing the real madness in our formation.

However, since all of these things were for the sake of the Illelpie, there was no choice.

“Please look at it for a bit. The spirit’s blood isn’t infinite. It’s better not to rely on reflective damage soon.”

“… Yes. Let’s push through the strategy!”

Everything about the patterns of erelp has already been shared. Based on the knowledge of the original work, the realistic manual was reestablished as much as possible.

One of them being a friend shield is out of shape, but it was the best choice.

There is only one goal to reach while using all these manuals flexibly.

‘Induces the heaven and earth in the final season of Irelp.’

You don’t know how much of a recoil the young body’s Illerpy will accompany. However, perhaps because of her heavenly luck, she was far from normal. I have a hunch that maybe her future decrepit counterpart might be comparable to her.

‘I can do it!’

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Quaaagh!

Two men and women get along under the moonlit night. The girl’s white hair fluttered non-stop on the ground that was broken and crushed.

The height of the girl was, at most, slightly below the chest of an adult man. However, the ‘something’ the girl was holding was an object close to a blunt weapon that exceeded her height.

Shake!

The metallic sound of a blunt instrument falling from the girl’s mouth echoed.

“Miren!”

“Ha ha ha ha… Arnel.”

“Aren’t you pushing yourself too hard?”

“No, it’s still not enough. If I don’t work out for Nefi, isn’t Arnel tired?”

“Yeah. I can’t help it.”

Arnel, who calmly gave assurances, was reliable. He hangs out without knowing why from lunch until late at night, but he doesn’t have the slightest complaint.

To be able to accept nonsensical remarks without questioning them. I thought it was fortunate that the person who became her friend was Arnell.

Yes, that nonsense…

[Probably… No, almost certainly. Elfi’s power is being unilaterally shared with me.]

It must have been a change since he was released from the golden chain. I don’t know why, but I threw away the space to argue about such things.

Once you sense a sense of unity, even if you don’t like it, you know it. The energy of her sister’s vast power. An absurdity to the point of wondering if he was born with a mission as a living creature.

There is no way I can win. No matter how young he was, he could make such a judgment.

Therefore, in an attempt to slash her sister’s power even a little bit, she rampaged to her heart’s content based on her shared powers. I don’t know how tangible it will be because I can’t see it myself…

‘I need to consume more! Elfi’s sister is using her strength so she can’t pull it any further…’

“Mirren. I think it’s the limit.”

“No, no… More… Could be…”

Mirren couldn’t keep up with her words. It was because she experienced dizziness in the sudden upside down world.

‘No, it’s me who turns over…?’

“Miren!”

Tadat!

Arnel’s response was astute. He gently wrapped the staggering Mirren’s back and lifted the top of her calf.

Then, naturally, Mirren’s face, which she held like a princess, grew disconcerted.

“Ah, ah, Arnel?! Drop me off! That, and I’m sorry!”

“I’m sorry too. I can’t drop it off. If I continue to use it like this, Mirren might get in trouble.”

“Ugh…”

I was vaguely feeling it. Her physical condition has been rapidly deteriorating since she slowly began to lose control of her powers.

Her knees tingled and her wrists screamed. Even her blistered palms, which had been chapped, had lost the afternoon’s healing power.

“Then a place to sit…”

“No. Let’s go to bed. I’ll call the doctor.”

“Unlike Arnelle, he’s strict.”

“Sorry. Out of my selfishness, out of concern for me.”

“Yes.”

It’s petty. If she says she’s bad, she can’t even argue. That’s an excuse for her friend’s welfare…

She stared at Arnelle’s profile while holding her again. Light brown hair and green eyes like any other Chester. The only difference is that he has a gentle impression that has nothing to do with struggle.

‘Arnel… It was a twist.’

In the afternoon, around the time I ran amok to consume my strength, Arnel himself suggested it.

Attack yourself. He said that it would increase the amount of activity and lose strength.

Arnel was only brought in to control people. According to Enella’s comment, he didn’t seem to be interested in sports either.

I hesitated for a long time, but after several attacks, I realized. Arnel’s proposal is not just a bluff, he said.

The sight of the land-slicing impact spilling to the side, twisting the roaring slam and lifting it into the sky was like watching a stunt.

‘I wasn’t even tired… I was fooled by the innocent look of a puppy. Why are they hiding their capabilities?’

And why did he reveal it to himself without regret?

I stare at Arnel’s face. I don’t know if it was because I thought there would be an answer.

As if he noticed the burdensome gaze, Arnel also met his gaze. Then he smiled warmly without saying anything.

“Mueu…”

“Mirren? Is your posture uncomfortable?”

“No… No.”

It’s hot. It’s hot too. It’s a cold season, but sometimes it’s hot. Like right now It must have been because he worked hard all day long.

If so, would Arnel be hot? He’s supposed to be hot, and I hope he is. No, does he have to be hot? It’s good if it’s cool. It’s not. Then you catch a cold

‘What am I thinking right now!’

I put my hands on both hot cheeks. Fu-shu-uu, it seemed to hear the hallucinations of heat cooling down. It felt strange for some reason, so I glanced at Arnel for no reason.

As Arnel saw Mirren like that, he quietly apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t like it.”

“Nothing like that…”

“Yes.”

Arnel’s eyes drew an arc again. That eye smile that warms you just by looking at it. It’s sure to make you feel uncomfortable.

“That, forbid…”

“That’s it?”

“Don’t smile like that in front of other people.”

I’m sure other people will be uncomfortable too. Surely, it must be… Because it is unconditionally because of that… Because it is consideration for others…

“Yes. All right.”

Even in absurd orders, Arnel doesn’t ask or argue. It was somehow relieved, and I averted my eyes from his heartache.

Until the point where they entered the mansion without saying anything to each other, the celestial bodies shone brightly on the two of them.