Chapter 78

Boras watched me in wide-eyed amazement, like I had done another trick. This time, he was completely and utterly shocked.

He tried opening his mouth, but no words came out until… “Pfft—! Hah—hahahaha! I just can’t, my lady; you're just full of surprises. To think you have magical powers, and—and this amount is vastly more powerful than your brother’s.”

Clutching his stomach, laughing, “Now I can’t leave things here, screw it, I must see this new side of you, my lady.”

So that's what this is. Strangely, this is magic, something I’d always wanted, but it doesn’t explain the glowing blue marks covering my body, which look like marks from kaijus in my past life. However, none of this matters because, smiling with the biggest smile I could muster, I said, “I’m going to kill you, Boras; you will die.”

“Then shall we begin?”

With that, I move first. Strength filled my legs, which felt all too familiar, and I jumped into the air. In only one big leap, I lunged at Boras, swinging my sword as hard as I could, and he was instantly sent several meters back.

He didn’t expect that, and I pressed forward and swung again, sending him back like a baseball.

My newfound… No, old strength was somewhat back, and it was fun being able to do something like this.

With Clare’s support, I don’t get the same rush I would get with Ori energy coursing through my body, but this is something similar.

“Aha–ahaha–HAHAHA! . Oh, Boras, I know you could do better than this.”

The black sparks of electricity began to spark even more around my body, and I was about to try something. I flow mana or Ori energy or something else entirely, since I don’t know what this was, through Athrun’s sword.

The silvery metallic Mythril sword suddenly turned black from the base of the hilt, and sparks of my black electricity coursed through the blade.

Huh… the conductivity of Athrun’s sword is much better than the massive sword of my Aias in my past life.

Realizing that and being careful not to put too much of whatever powers I have into it so it doesn’t break just in case, I smile even more and swing at Boras.

Seeing that, Boras immediately put up a barrier made out of wind and guarded it with his sword.

“How interesting, my lady; it looks like you’ve mastered your magical power with such control, especially with the nature of your magic just after awakening it. Such talent! I am beyond overjoyed that my lady is capable of this much.”

Nature of my magic, hearing that I remember something about that back when I lived with my family in this life. The nature of a person's mana is like a trait where they have unique abilities; granted, it’s rare among mages. An example being with Sarah, who was an obvious one, if not two, with her light magic having a healing and support nature.

“Heh–heh, oh really? Then die right here.”

I once again lunge at Boras, hitting his barrier and completely neutralizing it as my black electricity absorbs his mana, which I’d guess was considered energy.

I swung past the barrier with the intent to kill him because what other thing is funnier than that?

Boras reflexively took a step back and used his wind magic to leap back, high into the air. He was about to escape, but the mana absorbed from his barrier and the mana from the monster cores I’ve absorbed, a giant arch of black electricity extended out of Athrun’s sword.

Like a fly being swatted, my electricity swatted Boras out of the air.

Seeing him electrocuted, I chuckled a bit because I made it so that it would not be enough to kill him. I knew from intuition and instinct he was way stronger than that. I’m just giving him a warning to start taking this seriously.

Boras crashed into a rooftop a couple of buildings ahead of me, and he eventually fell off the edge and onto the street below.

Running to the edge Boras fell off of, I saw that he got back up as the slum residents began running away.

Smiling fiercely, “You know, Boras, this won’t be any fun killing you if you don’t even try.”

Getting back up with smoke coming from his body, Boras said. “That was a surprise, my lady.”

“So, are you going to fight seriously?”

Boras' smirk, which I was happy to see as I kept up my smile and stopped laughing for a bit to hear his response.

“Yeah, I may as well have to; after all, that attack of yours was quite something. I didn’t think your magic would have two natures. But either way, when I take you back to the manor, I’m sure Master Lucia will be greatly pleased to find that you truly have magical powers.”

In a tone that was still cheerful, I said, “Like hell I would go back; once I’m done here, my father and the entire family will pay for what they have done,” which didn’t really match my facial expression and demeanor.

Boras's smile grew bigger at my response, clapping, “Good, that is very good. Even if I don’t bring you back, I would still have something to look forward to.”

Then, proceeding to laugh, “I truly outdid myself here; you really are twisted in the head. You’ve really changed this much for just a maid. If it’s just this much, maybe killing your friend, that Alex guy, would really break you even further.”

Hearing that, I burst out laughing. “Pfft… Hah—haha… then I will fucking kill you before you even lay a hand on them.”

Black electricity sparks around me as I say that, and I immediately attack him.

“Ahahaha, die!”

Flowing my mana through Athrun's sword, making it turn black again, even though this was strangely similar to Ori energy in my past life, I’d aim for his head again.

Boras dodged my attack, but I cut deeply into the right side of his cheek, and instead, Athrun’s sword landed on a stone wall behind him, and it cleanly cut through it and the dirt street as well, like it was nothing.

His eye widened seeing how sharp I’d made the blade as I followed up with an upward slash, but his hair glowed green, brighter than I had ever seen it before. I sense these dots in the air around me, where Boras’s mana began condensing and shaping into something.

Immediately, I slowed my sense of time to the absolute limit because I sensed more of them in the air above me, fired toward me, and as the world slowed down to a crawl, I saw that they were fast, as fast as a bullet. However, it gave me a massive headache and caused blood to gush out of my nose since I could feel that the number of times I could dilate my sense of time was very few due to overusing it.

Stopping swinging toward Boras, I barely got out of the way, retreating several steps back, as I heard a loud popping like actual bullets were being fired.

Seeing where I was, I saw what seemed like a bullet hole hit the ground. I sensed more of those, which I presume were wind bullets, were being cast around me in all directions.

I couldn’t dodge in time, and I laughed because he was getting serious. Emitting a large amount of black electricity from my body, I used it to shield myself from his attack, similar to how I and Norn did something similar in my past life.

The small field of black electricity covering me clashes with the wind bullets and then absorbs them into my own.

My entire body felt like it was set on fire when I did that, but I laughed through it, not caring as I moved to Boras.

Time is now going back to normal. I moved like a blur, my legs glowing as the ground around my feet cracked.

Before Boras could cast a spell, I swung, but he blocked it with his sword just in time, so I let go with my right hand that was holding Athrun’s sword with my left and punched him as hard as I could, causing the blue marking on my right arm to glow bright, brighter than I’d let it go before.

A shock of electricity was sent through Boras with his attacks as he was sent flying back from my punch, blood spewing out of his mouth, through several dilapidated shacks.

I felt my right arm, which already felt like it was set on fire, was being torn apart; every muscle fiber felt like it was tearing apart, and all my bones in it were going to break, since I let a decent amount of mana course through it.

Like my Aias in my past life, if I used too much Ori energy, the frame of my Aias would start to deteriorate, if not completely destroy itself, so it means my right arm was heavily strained, and I did not control my output properly.

It did not deter me, and I held Athrun’s sword back with two hands till I was suddenly hit on my back.

I immediately slowed my perception of time, feeling the thing that hit me penetrate the lower left area of my back and make contact with my organs.

In that instant, I’d cover my entire body in black electricity, and I prepared for the pain that was about to come, expecting the thing that hit me to be a wind bullet that was about to explode a massive amount of air inside.

But instead of that, I felt it began to suck everything inside of me, like it was imploding.

I felt my organ begin to suck into it until I sent my black electricity through my entire body, which absorbed the mana from the spell Boras fired at me.

As I did that, I was hit two more times, one to the side of my head and the other to my legs. However, with a small field of sparking black electricity surrounding my body, I was able to absorb the spells and was merely thrown to the ground hard.

What the hell was that? Why didn’t I sense it?

As I got up, I looked at Boras, who was lying on the ground after being struck by my punch, blood covering my head. We both stared at each other.

“Boras, what did you just hit me with?”

I felt the wound Boras made, and my internal organs started to bleed out, but I didn’t mind, because he hit non-vital areas that weren’t immediately fatal, and I was more curious about what Boras did.

“That hurt quite a lot, my lady; that lightning of yours is quite interesting. I was surprised that I couldn’t even use my magic for a bit because it interfered with mine. And if my lady is wondering what I’d attack you with, let me show you.”

Sensing his mana pooling and concentrating around him, I saw his green mana infuse with the air around him and form into bullets made out of air.

“You see, there aren’t normal wind bullets, but—”

Coming at me as a complete surprise, I felt a blast—no, something imploding—hitting me from my side. Quickly getting up, more attacks came, and I was thrown around every which way, as the field of my black electricity protected me from the worst of it.

“Wind bullets infuse with the nature of my mana, but I am surprised that it didn’t penetrate your body.”

I ignore most of what he said as I dilate my sense of time, which gave me another nosebleed and massive headache, to focus on the spells Boras is shooting me with, which I soon realized he was somehow instantly casting spells, so fast that. I couldn’t react to them if I hadn’t changed my perception of time, which I wouldn’t have noticed.

Figuring that out relatively fast, that just leads to the other question: what is the nature of his mana? Leaking out a chuckle, I guess this adds another layer of fun to this fight, which didn’t take too long for me to find out.

Closing the distance between me and Boras in an instant, our swords clash, and we exchange multiple swings.

Dodging a horizontal swing of his sword, I took a step forward and thrusted. Stabbing his left arm, he used his wind magic at the last second to push himself and me away, before I sent my electricity through him.

My sword was ripped out of his arm, causing a large wound, and I was blown away into the air. I sensed Boras’s mana form around me, and a sphere made of wind infused by his mana surrounded me.

Immediately, I felt my lungs were about to explode and my eardrums rupture. Feeling the flowing blood around me starting to boil even though it was nowhere near hot enough to do so, I realized what this was, and I had to let out all the air in my lungs; otherwise, my lungs would have also ruptured if not exploded.

Letting the air out of my lungs, I have a guess of Boras’s nature, which was to make a vacuum. This would explain it, and when I get shot by his spell.

I’d let out a large amount of black electricity, absorbing the winds Boras made in this sphere.

However, breaking free, I felt my entire body start trembling uncontrollably… which…which felt like when Norn and I would overburden our bodies before they were about to shut down from Ori energy poisoning.

The thought of lasting this long flew through my mind, and I began laughing again because a normal person would have reached their limits in mere moments, if not passed out from the pain alone.

Forcing my shaky body up, the markings covering my body were flickering, but I forced a large amount of mana through my body to make it glow brighter than ever before.

Feeling every fiber of my being felt like it was just burning, like magma had seeped under my skin and organs. I did not stop there, and I turned Athrun’s sword black again, and black electricity wreathes its blade.

More black electricity sparks around my body, and Boras notices the massive amount of mana I am building up. So, seeing that, he did the same.

I lower my stance with Athrun’s sword ready.

Feeling another headache coming, I alter my perception of time to the absolute limit again. This was my last-ditch attempt to win; my body is falling apart as it is, and I doubt I have less than a minute before my body completely fails on me, but I still have a smile and was laughing because I’m betting everything on an all-out attack. What is more fun than that?

I saw Boras move his mouth, but I couldn’t hear anything he said, just ringing and buzzing.

So with that and not a moment to lose, I sprinted straight for Boras. Boras, on the other hand, barely seeing me coming, rose up fast into the air and landed on some rooftops several buildings away.

I, of course, jumped up onto a rooftop in one leap and followed him.

Boras tried to stop me from getting closer by casting a hail of his vacuum bullets, but I moved and dodged or parried them out of my way.

Making a beeline for him, I jump between rooftops through streets and alleyways as I sense Boras finish casting his spell.

The air around him formed into a cyclone, like the attack earlier, but this time, I saw him infuse it with his green mana.

In the middle and using his only usable arm, he pointed at me with an open palm.

Seeing that he was firing it at me, I laughed as hard as I could. My body was pushed to its limit, my heart felt like it was about to explode, my body felt like it was being torn apart and was burning ablaze, and my head was throbbing like screws were being drilled in it.

From the eye of the storm, I watched as he controlled the very storm itself as a weapon. Like a whip, he swung it at me as the winds spiraled and roared with untamed fury.

I watched the massive cyclone come down in that instant, and I moved and jumped to the neighboring building as I sprinted toward Boras.

The cyclone slammed into the building, completely destroying it; wood, stone, and other things ripped into the air. But it didn’t stop there because he began moving the storm, swinging the roaring vortex straight toward me.

I’d already moved as fast as I could, as even more buildings were completely destroyed near me, but the storm was coming increasingly closer as I tried to get away from it to get to Boras.

It left me no other choice, and I need to sacrifice something to kill that bastard.

Pouring all my mana around my body into my legs, they glow brightly through the violent storm of green wind.

It truly hurts, one of the worst pains I’ve ever felt. I never really tried this before, but I see no other path to victory if I don’t do this.

My speed sped up, faster than I ever ran before, as the muscle fibers of my legs began to tear apart, not like but actually tear apart.

I built up momentum, and when I was fast enough, I jumped. All of the muscle fibers in my legs tore apart, my tendons snapped, and my bones there began cracking, if not completely breaking, in several places.

Boras, now within range of my attack, Athrun’s sword, which was a pure void-like black, crackling with black electricity.

He moved his one usable hand and tried to send out a burst of air to stop me, but it was already too late, and Athrun’s sword thrust into his chest, straight toward his heart.

A massive amount of black electricity flows through the sword, and the air around us crackles with my black electricity in all directions.

The sword Athrun lent me started to deteriorate, breaking apart and turning into dust as Boras and I fell.

With a loud thud, I landed on a rooftop, unable to even move or laugh or smile because my body was failing me.

Hitting the rooftop with my back, I’d felt my vertebrae cracking and my rib cage breaking, causing a few broken ribs to puncture both my lungs.

I’d stared at the blue sky, which was slightly clouded over, not even able to gasp for breath as my vision was also failing. However, glancing over, I saw a group, at least 5 of my family’s Black Knights, rushing over to me and Boras’s position.

So they are here. I wonder where they came from, but that does not matter. With the tiniest bit of energy I have, I let out a small chuckle because I am dying.

I doubt a healing potion would heal me as I am now; even a full healing potion would probably not work because, like with the drake I’d fought in that secret boss room, it’s more than confirmed that Ori energy was flowing through my entire body, mixing into the mana in my body.

It probably makes sense that this was the case if you look at this as some sort of story, where I get a rage moment or something, because this is a fantasy world, and my life so far is like the one I played in video games or from books I read in my past life. After all, I was someone special in my past life, so something in my past life will, of course, show up in this one, especially the medical bay from base 38 showing up.

It’s truly too bad for them because they would need to purge the Ori energy out of my system if I’m going to make it, which they don’t have the know-how or the instruments to do so.

I hope my father loses everything he holds dear, which was his power and noble title, after this, because I doubt the information in Acton wouldn’t stay still and spread; after all, the 4th Knight Order is in this city.

My vision got blurrier and blurrier, even as my family's black knight approached. I closed my eyes, and the last thing I saw was a brown-haired boy rushing in, attacking my family’s black knights.

Huh… Alex came. Sorry, Alex, but you came a bit too late.

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