The Death of the Skeleton Swordsman: Dominating as a Cursed Saint Volume 2 Part 1 by Hozumi Mitaka

Author:Hozumi Mitaka
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 1

Blizzard’s Holy Woman

That’s one way to kill the mood.

“Albert?!” the princess cried out in surprise.

“Nemophila! Stop him!” shouted Palu, telling Nemophila to stop the blue-haired guy’s rampage. Supervising their holy knight was a holy woman’s duty. Nemophila obeyed.

“Stop.” However, Palu’s request came several seconds after we clashed.

I wasn’t just going to stay locking swords with him that whole time. First, I pushed him back. His sword and body were lifted slightly, unable to endure the force trying to send him flying. I tried to kick his undefended stomach, but he adjusted in midair and dodged it. He then immediately counterattacked, swinging down the sword I had knocked away a moment earlier.

I pulled back the leg I had used to kick and readied my sword diagonally, the hilt pointed towards the sky, successfully deflecting his swing and avoiding the impact. Our swords then crossed three more times. Each time, the difference in strength became even more clear. After it was established who was on the offensive and who was on the defensive, one side soon gained the upper hand. That side was me, of course, inching towards victory.

After the fourth time, the blue-haired knight finally realized he was at a disadvantage and stopped his assault, leaping back. Just before he did, I unleashed a quick swing using only my right hand that just barely missed him. Had he been just a bit slower, it would’ve ended the fight. “You’ve got good eyes.” He clearly wasn’t weak—it was fair to say he was a first-rate swordsman—but he was far from the best. In terms of pure skill with the blade, my foster father Dan and Myra both were probably better. That’s what makes this so weird.

“Your fighting style is like street brawling mixed with holy knight techniques,” the blue-haired knight said, murderous intent still in his eyes.

“And your fighting style seems designed to be used against other people. You weren’t a holy knight to begin with, were you?” In the past, holy knights had fought against various threats, so combating other humans was just one small part of the job. Yet his fighting style was specialized for fighting against other people. That meant he hadn’t originally been a holy knight. Not that you had to be a holy knight to become a unique curion or anything.

Then, as though right on cue, Nemophila broke up the fight. “Stop.”

“But Princess—” he protested.

“That gentleman is like us.”

“Like us?”

“Are you going to make me repeat myself?” Nemophila smiled ever so slightly. It was an empty smile, like the freezing wind blowing through a winter alleyway.

“My apologies.” The blue-haired asshole sheathed his sword, then stood before Nemophila and dropped to one knee. Ignoring her knight, she looked straight at me.

“I apologize for the discourtesy. I hope the two of you can forgive us.” Nemophila bowed her head in apology. Her voice was entirely devoid of emotion.

Was she testing me?

“Explain yourselves,” the princess demanded. It seemed she hadn’t realized the blue-haired knight’s identity. That was to be expected considering we were covered in flesh like regular people.

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