Reign of the Seven Spellblades, Vol. 3 by Bokuto Uno and Ruria Miyuki

Author:Bokuto Uno and Ruria Miyuki [Uno, Bokuto and Miyuki, Ruria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2021-07-27T00:00:00+00:00

History was changed for the skeletal battle the moment the Rumoan cavalry failed to charge through the Kurtogan army’s back. Kurtoga, which always held the advantage in pure skill of their footmen, was winning. As a result, Rumoa’s imperial guards were forced to join the battle in order to push back their enemy’s offense.

“—?”

The undead general stopped and surveyed its surroundings, sensing something. The skirmish had devolved into a brawl, devoid of tactics. Their battle lines were frayed in places, and it was only a matter of time before the enemy’s troops spilled over to where the general was. So, with zero hesitation, the general focused on the sword in its grip.

“I have come for thy head,” someone called in a dignified voice.

Severed at the torso, the general’s guards toppled over, and a sword-wielding girl leaped through the resulting gap. The general’s skull fell to the ground and rolled to the girl’s feet. Its eyeless sockets stared at her back.

Suddenly, a voice spoke to her:

“Well done. If only we could have met when I yet had flesh, little hero.”

The moment Nanao accepted this praise, the skeletal warriors across the entire battlefield crumbled. With hollow, clattering sounds, they collapsed into a giant pile of white bones. The undead were dead once again, and Chela lowered her athame in a daze.

“…I-is it…over?” she asked.

Oliver stood there, astounded as well.

Nanao sheathed her sword, then jogged over to them. “My apologies, Oliver. I saw a gap in the enemy’s defenses and took my chances.”

“……”

She apologized before he could say a thing. He stared at her face for a moment, then silently pinched her cheeks.

“Hyeek!”

“…I have every faith in your instincts. Still—it wouldn’t have hurt to wait until we’d all grouped up.”

Nanao listened to his halting speech without trying to resist his pinching. Eventually, he let go, grabbing her shoulders tightly instead. His concern was palpable.

“Please, Nanao, don’t leap into danger on your own. Your safety is a thousand—a million times more important than winning.”

“Oliver…”

She stared back into his eyes, absorbing his every word. Chela ran over, and Miligan began applauding them.

“Congrats on clearing the second layer. It’s a rare feat for three first-years to accomplish, especially on their first try. You kids really are amazing.”

Oliver let go of Nanao, and they turned to face Miligan.

Chela looked at the pile of bones. “…What were those spartoi?”

“Who knows? Necromancy isn’t my expertise, so I can’t say. I have zero clue why they keep re-creating that ancient battle over and over. Mr. Rivermoore might know something, though.”

Miligan seemed unconcerned. A second later, an eerie smile crept onto her face.

“But if I leave it to my imagination—you never know. It could be the real generals.”

A chill ran down Oliver’s spine. Even after their flesh had rotted and they were only bones, the two ancient generals still sought to settle the score with their rival and continued leading armies of the dead for all eternity. If Miligan was right—then there would be no end.

“You must be tired,” said Miligan. “There’s a relatively safe camping ground up ahead.

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