Tsukimichi: Moonlit Fantasy - Tsuki ga Michibiku Isekai Dochu - Volume 04 by Kei Azumi

Author:Kei Azumi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hanashi Media, LLC
Published: 2024-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

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“What… What is this?!”

Navarre, who had fallen back just moments ago, now surged forward, cloaked in a shimmering aura. She deftly dodged an attack Io had thrown at her to keep her at bay, moving with newfound speed. As she dashed by, her sword flashed and sliced into Io’s side.

The giant’s abdominal muscles tensed, trying to deflect the blow as they had countless times before. But this time, the strike cut clean through. Blood spurted from the wound.

“It cuts!” Navarre exclaimed.

“Navarre, what kind of magick is that? I’m going to head back and get some too!” Hibiki shouted, already moving to retreat.

“Haha, Hibiki, that won’t work. This power requires a special catalyst! Just stay back and provide support!”

“Ugh, if you have a trick like that up your sleeve, use it sooner! And it’s all sparkly and kinda pretty too!”

“Let’s keep going, Io!”

From the outset, Navarre’s speed far outclassed Io’s. Though Io’s fighting style relied on masterful body techniques and utilizing his hardened muscles, he couldn’t completely avoid his opponent, who was smaller, faster, and now significantly stronger. With every strike that connected, Navarre relentlessly pressed her advantage, slashing at Io without pause.

Io was too busy with Navarre’s assaults to direct any attacks toward Hibiki, which meant the hero could strike freely. Though Io tried to pursue Navarre, her speed left him frustrated, constantly evading his reach and cutting him down time and time again.

The wounds Navarre inflicted on the demon general were deepening, though they weren’t fatal. The first gash on Io’s side had already healed, but Navarre figured it might still be possible to weaken him through blood loss. Hibiki had learned from her earlier mistake and was now focusing on two-handed slashes that avoided getting caught in muscle.

However, amid this flurry of battle, the knight of their party stood still, a stunned expression on his face as he watched the unfolding events.

“Is that… the Rose Sign? No way! Why would she… How could she…?” Belda turned back to look at Woody. Knowing Belda’s true identity as a prince, Woody could only avert his eyes, avoiding the accusatory look Belda directed his way. No one else on the battlefield knew about Belda’s royal lineage.

That lineage gave Belda access to knowledge that an average person wouldn’t have—knowledge that allowed him to understand the transformation Navarre was undergoing.

The Rose Sign.

To most, it appeared as a simple piece of fired clay about the size of a coin. In truth, however, it was a potent magical item. Upon activation, a crimson rose-shaped mark appeared on the user’s neck. Its effects were straightforward but dire. It drew upon the very essence of life, consuming it in exchange for immense power. This vital force, which normally depleted slowly over a person’s lifetime, never to be replenished, was devoured greedily by the item, granting the user power far beyond their natural limits.

The effects of the Rose Sign lasted until the user died—and that never took long. It could be as short as a few minutes or, at most, around half an hour.

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