Dante’s Immortality – Chapter 36
Bridget had a look of disbelief on her face as she took in the two swords in his hand and the dead noble who lay bloodied on the ground behind him. “What do you think-”
“Spencer!” The other noble with the greatsword had none of Bridget’s misgivings, he looked between his friend’s corpse and Dante. His face twisting in anger. “Bastard, I’ll kill you!” Without the slightest hesitation, he charged.
Dante began to fill the two swords he created with world essence, pumping as much as he could into the blades as the noble ran at him.
“Stop, you idiot. We can’t kill him.” Bridget’s words had no effect on the noble, and he was thankful for it, he ran to meet the noble’s charge head-on.
The first swing came in from overhead, slicing diagonally to his left shoulder.
He was ready for it. More than ready, he wanted to be attacked. Dante brought up the sword in his right hand, connecting to his opponent’s weapon with a shower of world essence sparks. The noble was strong, far stronger than anyone he had fought aside from sir Andres, and he was only able to marginally change the path of the greatsword’s swing as his sword was knocked away.
But it was enough. Dante ducked under the greatsword and pivoted on his right leg, twisting around and bringing the sword in his left hand down onto the back of the noble’s ankle.
The noble’s Constitution was shocking. He should have sliced straight through the ankle with his world essence filled blade, but it only cut about an inch deep. Still, the strike was crippling. Dante immediately rolled away, putting himself outside of the greatsword’s range, and in a position to watch both Bridget and the noble.
He was relieved to see that she hadn’t made a move yet, he had no delusions of being able to take on both of them at the same time without using Blink, which he was keeping hidden in case he needed to make an escape after the fight.
The noble’s face, which had been twisted in rage, was now contorted in pain. “I’ll fucking kill you.” He tried to limp forward but crumpled down to a kneeling position as soon as he put his weight on the bad ankle.
Dante ignored him, a crippled swordsman was no threat, just someone to be handled at his leisure. He only needed to make sure the noble didn’t surrender.
Dante sneered, then pointed to the noble’s kneeling form with one of his swords. “You don’t seem to be in a position to do so.” Then, to anger him further, Dante gave his full focus to Bridget, completely dismissing the downed noble.
That should keep him from surrendering long enough for me to kill Bridget…
Bridget seemed furious but forced a smile. “Don’t be a fool. We are on the same side, but if you make a mistake now it will cost you your life.”
She was trying to mollify him, but saying that they were on the same side only made him feel angrier.
Bridget didn’t even have a mana shield up, seemingly an easy target as a magic Classification. Dante began to walk toward her, swords at the ready, waiting to block any fireballs she might send at him.
Bridget saw him walking over, and her forced smile disappeared, turning into a sneer. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”
He ignored Bridget’s words. Using all of his Agility he dashed toward her until he was only inches away from cutting her with his sword.
Bridget wasn’t fazed in the slightest, she just lazily raised her hand, palm facing out toward him. “Arron, make yourself useful and knock him out. Don’t kill him, or I’ll have you executed.” As soon as she finished saying that a force slammed into him. At first, it just stopped his forward momentum, but then he was blasted through the air.
Dante was flying backward. Directly toward Arron, who he hoped would just knock him out instead of killing him like he had tried to do earlier.
He was out of options, there no way he could turn mid-air and immediately defend against Arron’s Strength. He had been saving Blink for an escape, but it wouldn’t matter if he was already captured.
Dante glanced back, Arron had gotten back to his feet and was holding his sword out in a ready position. He disappeared, then reappeared right in front of Arron.
Dante slashed at Arron’s neck, the momentum of Bridget’s attack still aiding him to increase the force of his swing. There was a sickening thunk as his sword cut almost two inches into Arron’s neck, it was like an axe embedding itself in wood.
Dante watched as Arron reached up to feel the sword that was stuck in his neck, relishing the nobles fear and confusion when his hand came away bloodied.
Dante, who was now standing a few feet away after being carried by his earlier momentum, completely ignored Arron. Unless he healed the wound immediately, it would be fatal. And even if he was treated, his chances of living were questionable.
His full attention was now on Bridget, who was watching him in horror.
He now knew two of her skills, and it was unlikely that she had a third, but underestimating her earlier had almost cost him dearly. He checked his mana reserves. Thankfully, he still had a little over 100 Mana left, more than enough to kill a magic Classification without a shield.
Bridget saw him staring at her. Saw the killing intent in his eyes. “Stop!” She held her hands up in surrender. “I-”
He wasn’t sure what she was going to say, because as soon as her hands went up in surrender, he Blinked three times, putting himself directly behind her.
There would be no surrender.
Without hesitating, he brought his sword down and cleaved Bridget’s head from her body.
Dante watched as it tumbled to the ground. He turned to check on Arron, who was now dead from the wound in his neck. He even glanced over to check the perforated noble they had called Spencer.
He didn’t enjoy it like he thought he would, and It didn’t satisfy him like killing Greggory had. Killing Arron, Spencer, and Bridget seemed so… empty. Like there was no purpose.
Dante glanced over at Jaseni and Haden’s corpses. Bridget’s death didn’t mean anything, they were still dead. For a moment he told himself that she wouldn’t be able to treat others like that, but Bridget wasn’t the source of the problem, others would only take her place.
Everything he had just done was meaningless. It was strange though, his desire to fight wasn’t stopped, if anything it was still growing.
“The winner of the platinum rank tournament is team Hope.”
Hearing the moderators voice only worsened his mood. ‘Team’ Hope was just him now.
It may have been meaningless, but I don’t regret anything.
Dante walked to the entrance of the fighting pit, where the same flustered attendant from earlier tried to stop him. “My lord, you must not lea-” Without waiting for the attendant to finish he shoved him to the side.
It was time to leave this Goddess forsaken academy.
“What? How long ago?”
Her spymaster waited no time in answering. “Only a few moments ago, I came immediately to relay the news.”
“Damn it!” Layla bashed the desk with her fist. “Are you sure? He just vanished and reappeared in the middle of the fight?”
A completely unknown Classification, and a creation Classification that makes weapons…
Layla was having a hard time controlling her breathing. She thought he might have a second Classification, but three?
The spymaster quickly nodded. “Yes, multiple witnesses confirmed it. We need to act now.”
“Goddess damn it.” Layla rubbed her forehead. “It will be a waste, but we need to act before House Ailloss or Ramotar can make a move for him.” Layla took a deep breath. “Have him captured, alive. I want him collared within the hour.”