Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000 - Chapter 173



173. Balance (3)

Bell looked up at Yuma.

Yuma also looked at Bell.

“Bell, you’re getting stronger and stronger. That’s amazing.”

Bell narrowed his brows at Yuma’s words.

“Is the Master teasing me so openly now?”

As he said this, Bell pressed closer to Yuma and took his left hand.

Step step step

We walked side by side.

Bell always followed Yuma’s sword. And this time, when Yuma killed the evil spirit Malphas, he followed the path of the sword with his eyes. However, he could not properly perceive the force contained in the attack.

The gap that I thought would eventually close has grown further and further apart.

Still, I wasn’t discouraged. I knew very well that Yuma was a very special case.

Because in the eyes of others, you will also be seen as a being that exists in a world that will never be able to be reached.

In the end, the only conclusion that can be drawn is that you have to keep swinging your sword.

If I could be of any help to Yuma in whatever he’s up to.

Yuma looked at Bell and remembered that he had been thinking about something for a long time.

‘We need to create one more technology.’

Technology creation.

A power that is possible because one has built up divine power to a high level.

Yuma thought and thought about the variables that would occur when entering the divine realm.

‘You have to consider all possibilities.’

The Divine Realm. It was a place that had to be thought of differently from this Middle-Earth, which could be considered one’s own land.

‘Perhaps the strongest enemy is the Duke, the nothingness and infinity he spoke of as he died.’

Yuma looked at Bell through his eyes.

[Lv.205] Bell

Race: Human

Class: Inspector, Apostle of the God of War

Realm: Grand Sword Master

Innate traits: genius, body and sword unity, celestial martial arts body

Bell has already surpassed level 200.

Yuma was very impressed with Belle’s growth rate.

A world that I created myself.

The world of pure swords.

‘I guess I can do it.’

If it’s you.

A sword that could pierce the ceiling of that arrogant god realm. Yuma was sure that Bell would be able to do it.

“It seems like the training is continuing.”

Bell nodded vigorously.

“Yeah! I have to work hard to catch the master’s heel.”

Yuma couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.

＜The evil god of construction＞, Malphas, was hunted and the world stabilized, so Bell wielded Balmung and trained with the sword once again, and it became clear how much talent he had been born with and how much effort he had put in.

Belle’s pink eyes looked straight at Yuma.

“Someday, someday. When the world becomes quiet and without any disturbance, we too can live a little more quietly, right?”

“Yeah, that’s probably it.”

It might take a little more time though.

“The family has grown again.”

You’re talking about Yulicia, who hasn’t woken up yet, and her younger brother, Yulian.

“It’s lucky he’s alive. That guy.”

“Yeah, that’s fortunate.”

“Now…I hope no one dies. Our people.”

“Nobody will die.”

Belle raised her head and looked at Yuma.

“I’m going to practice swordsmanship tomorrow, so please tell me where I’m going wrong.”

Yuma nodded slowly.

“Okay, I understand.”

Yuma knew that Bell wasn’t saying that because he really wanted to be taught swordsmanship.

After I reached the level of Grand Sword Master, I didn’t want any advice.

He knew exactly where he was going. He just wanted to talk and communicate with each other like before.

Yuma didn’t want to betray Belle’s feelings.

Whether by force or not, they took the people who had been living together as a family out of the group and made them suffer all kinds of things.

Even if that’s the path you wanted.

It was an undeniably rough road.

“Yuma.”

Bell, who suddenly stood in front of Yuma, grabbed his right hand with both hands.

A warm feeling came from Bell’s hand.

“I’m glad you weren’t hurt this time either.”

“okay.”

The pink eyes looking at me were so vivid.

Yuma couldn’t take his eyes off those two for a moment.

***

Clone looked up at the night sky.

Stars filled the dark sky.

It was a peaceful sky that she had seen often recently, but Clone did not think the scenery was that beautiful.

Because it seemed as if those countless stars would fall at any moment.

It is said that anticipating things that have not happened and worrying about failures that have not happened are the chronic diseases of magicians.

‘You’ve become weak.’

Clone realized that.

Even after going through all kinds of hardships and adversities, I still feel so weak.

You don’t trust yourself and only trust Yuma.

It was completely disqualifying to be a wizard unless you had confidence in yourself.

Jeokbuk-

Clone turned her head at the sound of footsteps coming from behind her.

“Clone.”

The man with dark gray hair, Yuma, blinked as he approached him with a soft voice.

“It’s still cold. I think it’d be better to go inside.”

Clone laughed bashfully.

To the point where I felt a little funny. The fact that someone named Yuma had approached me made my turbulent mind calm down a little.

“Yes, Yuma.”

Yuma used ＜Exploration Eye＞ while facing Clone’s clear golden eyes.

[Lv.122] Clone

Race: Human

Class: Wizard, Apostle of the God of War

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Realm: 7 circles

Innate trait: Magical genius

The highest level a human can reach as a wizard.

The vast majority of magicians can’t even reach the level of a sword master.

Before he knew it, it was Cloone who had chased after his teacher, the red-haired Eldrie, to the very tip of his chin.

Yuma no longer had any expectations of Clone.

Not long after we met, I had hoped to reach the 8th circle, but now I was satisfied with having reached the 7th circle, where I could fulfill my karma as an apostle.

Unlike in the past when he had desperately wanted to become the 8th Circle for Clone, he had already accumulated enough power as a god of the Middle-earth.

Over there.

It is not a gamble, but a possibility to fight enemies in the divine realm that has not been opened yet.

So, Clone thought he could stop here.

“You’ve become strong enough, Clone.”

Yuma stroked Clone’s black hair.

“It’s okay to rest now.”

Before Yuma finished speaking, he looked at Clone, who was holding his right hand.

“…Please don’t say things like that. I told you that you could rest….”

Yuma looked into Clone’s golden eyes.

I had no choice but to look.

Tears were welling up under Geum-an’s eyes.

“Why is this enough for me? You think Belle can become stronger.”

Yuma took a handkerchief out of his coat pocket and wiped the tears flowing from Clone’s eyes.

“Clone.”

Clone’s face has not yet brightened.

“…I’ll do everything I can, Yuma-sama.”

I know.

Yuma knew that there was a slight inferiority complex underlying Clone’s inner self.

The fact that I went to the Figero Church alone. The fact that I volunteered to be the bait to send Malphas to Middle-earth.

That he had deliberately pushed himself onto a rough path despite his lack of strength compared to Belle.

Even if Clone, who had the power of the 7th Circle, entered the center of the Pigero Sect, his life would not be in danger, but it was not certain that there were not even the slightest variables.

“So, I’ll get stronger… Don’t tell me you’re satisfied with this.”

Clone put both arms around Yuma’s waist.

“I’ll rest too, after this is all over… after everything becomes peaceful.”

Yuma realized that he had not been paying close attention to Clone.

pride.

I had momentarily forgotten that I was a person who wanted to do my part and that I was not inferior to anyone else.

“sorry.”

Yuma patted Clone on the back.

“I’m sorry for whining.”

Clone couldn’t stop crying even though she was reproaching herself.

Cloone, who felt a little bit disappointed by Yuma’s words, slowly let that disappointment melt away.

“I will become stronger… so that I will not be a burden to Yuma-sama. So that I will not be a burden to Belle-sister. I will make sure that I have a place in the future that Yuma-sama envisions.”

There is no need for that.

Yuma swallowed what he was about to say and ended up not being able to say it.

“okay.”

I didn’t want to hurt Clone any more.

“…Thank you, Yuma.”

Clone leaned against Yuma like that for a long time.

***

Belle, with her hair loosened from her ponytail, walked towards the restaurant where dinner was prepared with a stern face.

Before Belle appeared, the white-haired empress, Brigitte von Astes, who had been sitting, raised her head.

“Huh? Didn’t you say you were bringing Clone?”

Bell nodded vaguely.

“Yeah, I was with Yuma. He’ll be home soon.”

“Hmm, okay.”

Bell answered nonchalantly, but inside he felt otherwise.

Clone was alone with Yuma.

Yuma wiped away the crying Clone.

I watched the scene from a great distance.

Belle couldn’t hate Clone even after seeing that sight.

Because those tears can’t be fake.

And because he knew how much effort Clone had put into helping Yuma.

It’s just that my mind became very complicated.

The image of the two of them together still lingered in my vision.

Brigitte looked at the countless dishes laid out on the long table, as long as the table itself.

“I don’t know when I’ll have to go far again, so I prepared this much food out of kindness.”

Bell also stared blankly at the long line of food.

“Oh, is it just today that there are this many?”

“No. I gave instructions to do it this way for the time being.”

Bell nodded absentmindedly.

“…I should call Hestia and Ermel. That would be just the right amount.”

Belle, who was trying to get up again, remained still.

“Wow! The table is very nicely set!”

“Hello….”

Hestia entered the restaurant with Ermel.

Ermel looked a bit weak today as he had poured all his holy power into the fallen former saintess Yulicia.

“Everyone is gathered here.”

And then Yuma and Clone came in together.

Hestia’s scarlet ears perked up.

“Oh! Cloone, Yumayuma! You’re here!”

Hestia smiled and greeted Yuma and Cloone.