Arc 7, Chapter 101 "Love is a Flame"
--Among the battlefields that colored the battle for the Imperial Capital, two places stood out as scenes that stood out from the crowd.
One place is the second apex where the "cloud dragon" from beyond the sky spreads its majestic wings and is dyed white to prevent its damage from spreading to the surrounding area.
The other is the first apex, where the red-hot sky - the power of the daughter who serves as its center - has turned the environment so harsh that the survival of all living things is in danger.
"----"
Shimmering like a shimmering shimmering flame, Arakiya dances her body into the red sky.
The world transformed by Arakiya, who displayed her "spirit-eating" abilities without regret, was already an inferno that corroded the lives of those who did not have powers outside of reason.
"I will get--"
--the princess back.
That is the primary and only reason why Arakiya is thus on the battlefield.
There is no sense of loyalty or patriotism as a general of the empire, no pride or pride in being the strongest of the "Nine Divine Generals", no anger as a species, or any evil thoughts such as a desire for one's own merit.
The reasons and significance that the other "Nine Divine Generals" have for fighting.
Even without any lofty grounds to support such strength, the existence of "Number Two" Arakiya reigned supreme among the forces possessed by the Imperial City side.
But that is only natural in light of her origins - the fact that she is a "spirit eater".
The way of the "spirit eaters" is that they are expected to be strong and are forced to use that strength not for themselves but for others, and Arakiya is no exception to this rule.
To begin with, a "spirit eater" is an extraordinary creature that can only be a thing of that nature.
A spirit that exists in every earth and every sky.
The "spirit-eater" feeds on the spirit, takes in its power, and becomes one with itself - an outrage that is as close to taking nature into one's body, and inevitably has effects large and small.
If a fire spirit was taken in, the body temperature would rise, and if a wind spirit was taken in, there was a danger that the inside of the body would be breached. If a spirit of water was taken in, the circulation of blood could be jeopardized, and if a spirit of earth was taken in, it could become one with the earth and even lose its human body.
In fact, there are many aspiring "spirit eaters" who are no longer human because of such side effects.
Created in ancient times to oppose a single "witch" who enchanted all things and followed even the great spirits who did not speak, this being is a creature for fighting, similar to the demon tribe that senses miasma.
The "spirit-eaters" have lost their original role in the modern world after the death of the "witches," but a faction of the Vollachia empire, noting their power and convenience, has planned to revive them.
Arakiya was just one of those who were recognized for their rare talent in such attempts.
Rare talents are the two qualities necessary for a "spirit eater": a body that can withstand the presence of spirits, and a spirit that can remain human even after spirits have been taken into its body.
From the start, the method by which "spirit eaters" draw power from spirits is an external method, and the method of extracting power only, skipping various assumptions, involves great danger. This is the major difference between the spirit-eaters who borrow the power of spirits and the temple knights of the Holy Kingdom of Gusteko, who gain power by enslaving them.
The latter also requires some effort to establish a relationship with the target spirit, but once a contract is made, there is no danger in using the power as long as the relationship with the spirit is not broken.
On the other hand, the "spirit eater", who must constantly replenish new spirits in order to maintain her or her strength, continues to be frightened by the possibility of losing her or her physical and mental ego with each refill.
Once the body and mind are defeated by the spirit that takes them in, the body loses its original state and the spirit is assimilated into the spirit and dragged into a non-human dimension.
On the other hand, an overly strong ego greatly impedes affinity with spirits, making it impossible for the "spirit eater" to demonstrate her or her capabilities in the first place.
Therefore, "spirit-eaters" are required to have an almost diluted self-consciousness and ego in order to be in harmony with the power of the spirits they have taken in. However, as mentioned above, an ego that is too thin can easily lead to identification with the spirit that has taken over, and there is a high possibility that the person will cease to be a person.
To prevent this from happening, the "spirit eater" is given a pillar - that is, a "core" to keep it from losing sight of itself, in place of a diluted ego and self-consciousness.
Pillars function like the "imprinting" of chicks that have hatched from eggs and think the first person they see is the parent bird, and are deeply rooted and fundamental to the "spirit-eater's" instincts.
The immense power of the "Spirit Eater" is wielded for the sake of its pillars, and the immature spirit of the "Spirit Eater" is occupied with those pillars.
Indeed, the pillars are the very raison d'etre of "Spirit Eater".
-The "Spirit Eater" who has no ambition to betray and continues to pledge selfless service to the Pillar.
The "Spirit Eater" was revived from the ancient times to the present day after a depressing countless sacrifice. Even the Imperialists could not believe that this success was worth the number of lives that they had paid for.
Therefore, the daughter, who became the only example of perfection, was presented to the emperor of the time, Drizen Vollachia, as a being with valuable abilities, and Drizen gave it to one of her own blood daughters as a milk sibling.
They do not know what Emperor Drizen Vollachia thought of the presented daughter, or for what reason she bestowed it on her own daughter.
If there is one thing that can be said, it is that the daughter functioned as the faction that planned to revive the power of the "spirit-eaters" had hoped, and the daughter whom Drizen had bestowed upon her was determined to be a pillar.
And most of all--,
--As a "spirit eater", Arakiya was completed as untouchable and more powerful than any of her former peers who were called upon to fight "witches" in the past.
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The world overheats in a way that makes a mockery of common sense; just breathing burns the lungs, the tubes of blood that flow inside the body swell with heat, and even the teardrops to moisten the thirsty eyes evaporate.
In an environment where life is being eroded moment by moment, a novice user cannot even get close enough to see the color of the eyes of Arakiya. No matter what kind of life is left behind, unable to keep up with the changing world, it dies of thirst and decay, without distinction.
Therefore, only two people, Yorna and Priscilla, stand on the land overlooked by the red sky, except for Arakiya, who is the core of the modification of that world.
Even Yorna and the others cannot escape the feeling that their lives are slowly being eroded.
"--"
The fourth frog is broken with a sound, and Yorna's cheeks harden at the loss.
Under the effect of the "Soul Marriage Technique", a number of offerings made to Yorna take the place of her life. Thanks to this, even while fighting against Arakiya, who is literally a monstrous user, Yorna suffered no physical damage and her movements were not adversely affected in any way.
However--,
"If only I could get rid of this pain in my heart."
The substitution of Yorna's life on her shoulders, in itself, is proof of the love that was put into the gift.
The hairpins are by no means specially designed or expensive. They are merely articles offered by the residents of the city under Yorna's patronage, using their own horns, scales, and body parts.
There is only respect and trust. Therefore, no price can be put on it.
"The hairpin is shattered. It was a hair ornament earlier, and it's slowly being shaved off, Mother."
And Priscilla lands beside Yorna, who drops the shattered pieces through the gaps between her fingers, flipping the hem of her red dress.
Priscilla, holding a dazzlingly shiny "Yang Sword" in her hand, a fearless expression on her beautiful profile. --Yorna's eyes narrowed slightly at her daughter's words and actions.
"I must tell you, I am not happy that the gifts of my beloved child are counted as if they were merely the remainder of my life's work."
"My mother, who has changed her life many times and lived for a long time, says pretty things. Do you think that a concubine who has never given me a single gift would be unwilling to call me her beloved child?"
"----"
"I'm not even going to play along. --Then I will be as realistic as you want me to be."
Priscilla shrugs her white shoulders, exposing her skin, and turns her gaze to the front. Yorna's posture and words were so realistic that she threw in the words, "Realistic, isn't it?"
In response, Priscilla took a small chin pull.
"It's just a question of how much longer we can hold our own against it."
Priscilla's red eyes turned toward the sky. --Immediately afterwards, spears of water streamed down in a hail of rain, aiming at Yorna and Priscilla on the ground.
"--"
Gritting her teeth, Yorna ducks under a furiously falling spear of water.
Each spear of water that was shot was compressed to the thickness of a finger, but do not underestimate the power of a finger.
The densely compressed water flow carries the threat of mercilessly piercing and tearing through anything in its path without distinction, a deadly blow that can send arms and legs flying just by snatching it.
It seems as if they break the earth roughly with enormous amounts of water, but then they unsparingly wield these delicate techniques that are difficult to deal with. None of this is consistent, except that they are dangerous.
"--, Priscilla!"
While she is lying down and putting all her energy into avoiding the water spears that are pouring down, Yorna calls out Priscilla's name, who uses her "Yang Sword" to cut away the water currents.
Priscilla, with a flash of her dazzling treasure sword, slashes away one water stream after another, but the number of water spears shot at her is more than twice as many as at Yorna.
It is easy to infer from the absolute volume of water which Aracia places more emphasis on, Yorna or Priscilla.
"----"
The red sword flashes dance in the sky, and Priscilla's dancing swordsmanship is so graceful that it is hard not to admire.
However, this does not completely contain Arakiya's attack.
Just as she mentioned earlier the number of ornaments left on Yorna's person, Priscilla has also had many of the jewelry adorning her beauty shattered in the course of this battle.
The time limit of how much more is left is not limited to Yorna.
"Even if you skip over my limbs? --I'm fascinated by such ugly hopes."
The jewel of Priscilla's necklace explodes as the center of her ample breasts is pierced by a piercing blow.
Without looking at the end of the jewel that took her life on its shoulders, Priscilla's crimson eyes turn only to the image of Arakiya in the sky.
But then she saw the profile of Priscilla, who desired the sight of Arakiya, and Yorna at this moment doubted her own eyes. For a moment, what passed in her crimson eyes, it was hard to believe.
It is--,
"Do you regret it, Priscilla? --What you have done to Arakiya?"
"Nonsense. --Everything in this world is made to suit the mistress."
Priscilla sniffs at Yorna's question and leans forward to run.
The way she cuts to her embittered infant siblings, leaving her mother behind, seems to hide her feelings for both of them in order not to look into their eyes.
"I am the same in my regrets, I suppose."
Yorna does not know what encounters and partings there were between Priscilla and Arakiya.
She was in a position to know, but the opportunity to know was given away with her life. This is because Yorna's predecessor lost her life when she could not endure the difficult birth of Priscilla.
Afterwards, the "Election Ceremony" was held, and her daughter - Prisca Benedict, a member of the Vollachia royal family - was also defeated in battle and lost her life.
That should have been the life of a daughter known to Yorna's predecessor, Sandra Benedict.
But--
"----"
For some unknown reason, time passed, and Yorna was reunited with Priscilla after a chance meeting that was not meant to happen.
They are reunited as Yorna and Priscilla, not as Sandra or Prisca, but as Yorna and Priscilla, but a miracle that should never have been possible occurs, and mother and child go through the red hell together.
--Yes, they will go together.
"Princess."
She mutters this shortly, and power literally overflows from Arakiya's entire body.
Whether it is fire or water, wind or earth, light or shadow, the being of a thousand transformations that uses the power of all the things that make up this world is pouring all its energy into Priscilla, who is closing in on her.
Priscilla, as if to show that she would take it on herself with her sword, rushed into the battle, and a stream of water and lightning poured down on her, flooding her.
"--I love you."
A moment later, Priscilla's "Yang Sword" and the two attacks of water and lightning that were supposed to collide head-on with it disappeared like smoke. --No, they did not disappear like smoke.
Undoubtedly, they were cut off by the slash of the "Yang Sword".
However, the sword flash drawn by the red treasure sword was even more refined and divine speed than before.
"This is......"
A slight, surprised exhalation in her voice, and Priscilla's shapely brow furrows.
The winds of reddish flame approached her from all directions. But Priscilla did not hesitate to slash away the scorching wind with a slash, easily cleaving it off.
Then, as if to confirm this, Priscilla's hand gently touches her face as she regains her grip on the treasured sword. Her fingertips gently caressed her eyes, but she could not have sensed anything unusual.
Yorna knows. That it is different from a flame with physical effects.
--The flame of the bond that burns in the eyes of Yorna's love for her beloved child has taken shape.
"----"
Priscilla, standing straight with the red treasure sword in her hand, her left eye is lit with fire.
It is a proof of Yorna's protection given to the inhabitants of the Demon City Chaos Flame. By granting the "Soul Marriage Technique", a portion of Yorna's power is shared with the object to be protected.
Originally, it was a secret art of Yorna given to children who did not have the strength and technique to fight, to protect them, and there existed a binding that could not be granted to warriors.
But here is where an exception to that rule arises.
With the power to fight and the art of war, and with a treasured sword in her hand that no one but the royal family of Vollachia is allowed to wield, she meets the qualifications of a "beloved child" that Yorna wishes to protect, regardless of the size of her power.
"Priscilla--"
"At last, you have come to recognize her as your own, Mother."
"You're being cheeky. --I can't be a foolish mother who just looks away as her back wanders. If the Lord goes, I will go through the same hell."
She has no intention of letting Priscilla alone go beyond that point.
Priscilla sniffed at Yorna's answer and allowed Yorna to prepare himself to stand next to her. To prove it, Yorna felt something strange on her face and gently put her hand on her face.
The reason for the discomfort is her eyes - perhaps there is a flame in them, the same as Priscilla's.
Two users of the "soul marriage technique", which cannot be handled without qualifications, fulfill each other's conditions and complement each other's souls. --The two users fulfill each other's conditions and complement each other's souls.
And then, having witnessed it.
"......Why"
A faint voice escapes, and a cursed gaze falls to the ground.
Staring at Yorna alongside Priscilla is Arakiya, who places herself in the sky. She runs her hand over her face and the eye patch covering her left eye.
Then, as if plucking it off, she ripped off her eye patch.
"Why! Why, why, why, you, Princess!"
With anger flaring, Arakiya shows her lightless red eyes under her eye patch. Reflecting Yorna in those unseen eyes, Arakiya shouted at Yorna with red twin eyes.
To Yorna, who has fire in her eyes and receives the benefit of the "Soul Marriage Technique" from Priscilla.
Arakiya, who has no fire in her eyes and cannot receive Priscilla's bounty.
"The princess is my......."
"Make no mistake, Arakiya. Even if your wish were granted, you would still be my concubine and I would not be yours, even if I were to concede a hundred steps."
"--"
"And there is no way a concubine would give up a hundred to anyone."
At Priscilla's refusing gaze, Arakiya took a small gasp.
But the caustic declaration of Priscilla was interrupted by a small sound of protest.
It is--,
"Mother, why did you hit the concubine on the head?"
"I don't mean to talk like that. I don't remember raising my child so high-mindedly."
"I don't remember my mother raising me in the first place."
"If so, then I am glad that the opportunity has presented itself."
With that, Yorna put down the smoking pipe that had cocked Priscilla's head and shook her head loosely before looking up at Arakiya.
There is the same anger in her twin eyes and the same slight agitation over what she has just done.
With her eyes fixed on it, Yorna put the smoking pipe in her mouth in hell and inhaled the purple smoke.
And then, with some cheerfulness and a smile, even though it was out of character for the situation.
"I am so glad that you have finally seen me, General Arakiya. --I have had the opportunity to redeem myself and Priscilla for my immorality in failing to discipline you as we should have done."
"What are you......"
"Quick story--"
Yorna exhaled purple smoke as her confusion was carried on her words and she took it in.
With the smoke overflowing from her lips on herself and her eyes burning with the faith of her daughter, Yorna Mishigure, the mother of one who was once Sandra Benedict,
"I will not be a parent who cuts corners in disciplining my children. Be prepared, my girls."
Yes, she declared, in a very dignified manner.
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--Among the battlefields that colored the battle for the Imperial Capital, two places stood out as scenes that stood out from the crowd.
One place is the second apex where the "cloud dragon" from beyond the sky spreads its majestic wings and is dyed white to prevent its damage from spreading to the surrounding area.
The other is the first apex, where the red-hot sky - the power of the daughter who serves as its center - has turned the environment so harsh that the survival of all living things is in danger.
"----"
Shimmering like a shimmering shimmering flame, Arakiya dances her body into the red sky.
The world transformed by Arakiya, who displayed her "spirit-eating" abilities without regret, was already an inferno that corroded the lives of those who did not have powers outside of reason.
"I will get--"
--the princess back.
That is the primary and only reason why Arakiya is thus on the battlefield.
There is no sense of loyalty or patriotism as a general of the empire, no pride or pride in being the strongest of the "Nine Divine Generals", no anger as a species, or any evil thoughts such as a desire for one's own merit.
The reasons and significance that the other "Nine Divine Generals" have for fighting.
Even without any lofty grounds to support such strength, the existence of "Number Two" Arakiya reigned supreme among the forces possessed by the Imperial City side.
But that is only natural in light of her origins - the fact that she is a "spirit eater".
The way of the "spirit eaters" is that they are expected to be strong and are forced to use that strength not for themselves but for others, and Arakiya is no exception to this rule.
To begin with, a "spirit eater" is an extraordinary creature that can only be a thing of that nature.
A spirit that exists in every earth and every sky.
The "spirit-eater" feeds on the spirit, takes in its power, and becomes one with itself - an outrage that is as close to taking nature into one's body, and inevitably has effects large and small.
If a fire spirit was taken in, the body temperature would rise, and if a wind spirit was taken in, there was a danger that the inside of the body would be breached. If a spirit of water was taken in, the circulation of blood could be jeopardized, and if a spirit of earth was taken in, it could become one with the earth and even lose its human body.
In fact, there are many aspiring "spirit eaters" who are no longer human because of such side effects.
Created in ancient times to oppose a single "witch" who enchanted all things and followed even the great spirits who did not speak, this being is a creature for fighting, similar to the demon tribe that senses miasma.
The "spirit-eaters" have lost their original role in the modern world after the death of the "witches," but a faction of the Vollachia empire, noting their power and convenience, has planned to revive them.
Arakiya was just one of those who were recognized for their rare talent in such attempts.
Rare talents are the two qualities necessary for a "spirit eater": a body that can withstand the presence of spirits, and a spirit that can remain human even after spirits have been taken into its body.
From the start, the method by which "spirit eaters" draw power from spirits is an external method, and the method of extracting power only, skipping various assumptions, involves great danger. This is the major difference between the spirit-eaters who borrow the power of spirits and the temple knights of the Holy Kingdom of Gusteko, who gain power by enslaving them.
The latter also requires some effort to establish a relationship with the target spirit, but once a contract is made, there is no danger in using the power as long as the relationship with the spirit is not broken.
On the other hand, the "spirit eater", who must constantly replenish new spirits in order to maintain her or her strength, continues to be frightened by the possibility of losing her or her physical and mental ego with each refill.
Once the body and mind are defeated by the spirit that takes them in, the body loses its original state and the spirit is assimilated into the spirit and dragged into a non-human dimension.
On the other hand, an overly strong ego greatly impedes affinity with spirits, making it impossible for the "spirit eater" to demonstrate her or her capabilities in the first place.
Therefore, "spirit-eaters" are required to have an almost diluted self-consciousness and ego in order to be in harmony with the power of the spirits they have taken in. However, as mentioned above, an ego that is too thin can easily lead to identification with the spirit that has taken over, and there is a high possibility that the person will cease to be a person.
To prevent this from happening, the "spirit eater" is given a pillar - that is, a "core" to keep it from losing sight of itself, in place of a diluted ego and self-consciousness.
Pillars function like the "imprinting" of chicks that have hatched from eggs and think the first person they see is the parent bird, and are deeply rooted and fundamental to the "spirit-eater's" instincts.
The immense power of the "Spirit Eater" is wielded for the sake of its pillars, and the immature spirit of the "Spirit Eater" is occupied with those pillars.
Indeed, the pillars are the very raison d'etre of "Spirit Eater".
-The "Spirit Eater" who has no ambition to betray and continues to pledge selfless service to the Pillar.
The "Spirit Eater" was revived from the ancient times to the present day after a depressing countless sacrifice. Even the Imperialists could not believe that this success was worth the number of lives that they had paid for.
Therefore, the daughter, who became the only example of perfection, was presented to the emperor of the time, Drizen Vollachia, as a being with valuable abilities, and Drizen gave it to one of her own blood daughters as a milk sibling.
They do not know what Emperor Drizen Vollachia thought of the presented daughter, or for what reason she bestowed it on her own daughter.
If there is one thing that can be said, it is that the daughter functioned as the faction that planned to revive the power of the "spirit-eaters" had hoped, and the daughter whom Drizen had bestowed upon her was determined to be a pillar.
And most of all--,
--As a "spirit eater", Arakiya was completed as untouchable and more powerful than any of her former peers who were called upon to fight "witches" in the past.
△▼△▼△▼△
The world overheats in a way that makes a mockery of common sense; just breathing burns the lungs, the tubes of blood that flow inside the body swell with heat, and even the teardrops to moisten the thirsty eyes evaporate.
In an environment where life is being eroded moment by moment, a novice user cannot even get close enough to see the color of the eyes of Arakiya. No matter what kind of life is left behind, unable to keep up with the changing world, it dies of thirst and decay, without distinction.
Therefore, only two people, Yorna and Priscilla, stand on the land overlooked by the red sky, except for Arakiya, who is the core of the modification of that world.
Even Yorna and the others cannot escape the feeling that their lives are slowly being eroded.
"--"
The fourth frog is broken with a sound, and Yorna's cheeks harden at the loss.
Under the effect of the "Soul Marriage Technique", a number of offerings made to Yorna take the place of her life. Thanks to this, even while fighting against Arakiya, who is literally a monstrous user, Yorna suffered no physical damage and her movements were not adversely affected in any way.
However--,
"If only I could get rid of this pain in my heart."
The substitution of Yorna's life on her shoulders, in itself, is proof of the love that was put into the gift.
The hairpins are by no means specially designed or expensive. They are merely articles offered by the residents of the city under Yorna's patronage, using their own horns, scales, and body parts.
There is only respect and trust. Therefore, no price can be put on it.
"The hairpin is shattered. It was a hair ornament earlier, and it's slowly being shaved off, Mother."
And Priscilla lands beside Yorna, who drops the shattered pieces through the gaps between her fingers, flipping the hem of her red dress.
Priscilla, holding a dazzlingly shiny "Yang Sword" in her hand, a fearless expression on her beautiful profile. --Yorna's eyes narrowed slightly at her daughter's words and actions.
"I must tell you, I am not happy that the gifts of my beloved child are counted as if they were merely the remainder of my life's work."
"My mother, who has changed her life many times and lived for a long time, says pretty things. Do you think that a concubine who has never given me a single gift would be unwilling to call me her beloved child?"
"----"
"I'm not even going to play along. --Then I will be as realistic as you want me to be."
Priscilla shrugs her white shoulders, exposing her skin, and turns her gaze to the front. Yorna's posture and words were so realistic that she threw in the words, "Realistic, isn't it?"
In response, Priscilla took a small chin pull.
"It's just a question of how much longer we can hold our own against it."
Priscilla's red eyes turned toward the sky. --Immediately afterwards, spears of water streamed down in a hail of rain, aiming at Yorna and Priscilla on the ground.
"--"
Gritting her teeth, Yorna ducks under a furiously falling spear of water.
Each spear of water that was shot was compressed to the thickness of a finger, but do not underestimate the power of a finger.
The densely compressed water flow carries the threat of mercilessly piercing and tearing through anything in its path without distinction, a deadly blow that can send arms and legs flying just by snatching it.
It seems as if they break the earth roughly with enormous amounts of water, but then they unsparingly wield these delicate techniques that are difficult to deal with. None of this is consistent, except that they are dangerous.
"--, Priscilla!"
While she is lying down and putting all her energy into avoiding the water spears that are pouring down, Yorna calls out Priscilla's name, who uses her "Yang Sword" to cut away the water currents.
Priscilla, with a flash of her dazzling treasure sword, slashes away one water stream after another, but the number of water spears shot at her is more than twice as many as at Yorna.
It is easy to infer from the absolute volume of water which Aracia places more emphasis on, Yorna or Priscilla.
"----"
The red sword flashes dance in the sky, and Priscilla's dancing swordsmanship is so graceful that it is hard not to admire.
However, this does not completely contain Arakiya's attack.
Just as she mentioned earlier the number of ornaments left on Yorna's person, Priscilla has also had many of the jewelry adorning her beauty shattered in the course of this battle.
The time limit of how much more is left is not limited to Yorna.
"Even if you skip over my limbs? --I'm fascinated by such ugly hopes."
The jewel of Priscilla's necklace explodes as the center of her ample breasts is pierced by a piercing blow.
Without looking at the end of the jewel that took her life on its shoulders, Priscilla's crimson eyes turn only to the image of Arakiya in the sky.
But then she saw the profile of Priscilla, who desired the sight of Arakiya, and Yorna at this moment doubted her own eyes. For a moment, what passed in her crimson eyes, it was hard to believe.
It is--,
"Do you regret it, Priscilla? --What you have done to Arakiya?"
"Nonsense. --Everything in this world is made to suit the mistress."
Priscilla sniffs at Yorna's question and leans forward to run.
The way she cuts to her embittered infant siblings, leaving her mother behind, seems to hide her feelings for both of them in order not to look into their eyes.
"I am the same in my regrets, I suppose."
Yorna does not know what encounters and partings there were between Priscilla and Arakiya.
She was in a position to know, but the opportunity to know was given away with her life. This is because Yorna's predecessor lost her life when she could not endure the difficult birth of Priscilla.
Afterwards, the "Election Ceremony" was held, and her daughter - Prisca Benedict, a member of the Vollachia royal family - was also defeated in battle and lost her life.
That should have been the life of a daughter known to Yorna's predecessor, Sandra Benedict.
But--
"----"
For some unknown reason, time passed, and Yorna was reunited with Priscilla after a chance meeting that was not meant to happen.
They are reunited as Yorna and Priscilla, not as Sandra or Prisca, but as Yorna and Priscilla, but a miracle that should never have been possible occurs, and mother and child go through the red hell together.
--Yes, they will go together.
"Princess."
She mutters this shortly, and power literally overflows from Arakiya's entire body.
Whether it is fire or water, wind or earth, light or shadow, the being of a thousand transformations that uses the power of all the things that make up this world is pouring all its energy into Priscilla, who is closing in on her.
Priscilla, as if to show that she would take it on herself with her sword, rushed into the battle, and a stream of water and lightning poured down on her, flooding her.
"--I love you."
A moment later, Priscilla's "Yang Sword" and the two attacks of water and lightning that were supposed to collide head-on with it disappeared like smoke. --No, they did not disappear like smoke.
Undoubtedly, they were cut off by the slash of the "Yang Sword".
However, the sword flash drawn by the red treasure sword was even more refined and divine speed than before.
"This is......"
A slight, surprised exhalation in her voice, and Priscilla's shapely brow furrows.
The winds of reddish flame approached her from all directions. But Priscilla did not hesitate to slash away the scorching wind with a slash, easily cleaving it off.
Then, as if to confirm this, Priscilla's hand gently touches her face as she regains her grip on the treasured sword. Her fingertips gently caressed her eyes, but she could not have sensed anything unusual.
Yorna knows. That it is different from a flame with physical effects.
--The flame of the bond that burns in the eyes of Yorna's love for her beloved child has taken shape.
"----"
Priscilla, standing straight with the red treasure sword in her hand, her left eye is lit with fire.
It is a proof of Yorna's protection given to the inhabitants of the Demon City Chaos Flame. By granting the "Soul Marriage Technique", a portion of Yorna's power is shared with the object to be protected.
Originally, it was a secret art of Yorna given to children who did not have the strength and technique to fight, to protect them, and there existed a binding that could not be granted to warriors.
But here is where an exception to that rule arises.
With the power to fight and the art of war, and with a treasured sword in her hand that no one but the royal family of Vollachia is allowed to wield, she meets the qualifications of a "beloved child" that Yorna wishes to protect, regardless of the size of her power.
"Priscilla--"
"At last, you have come to recognize her as your own, Mother."
"You're being cheeky. --I can't be a foolish mother who just looks away as her back wanders. If the Lord goes, I will go through the same hell."
She has no intention of letting Priscilla alone go beyond that point.
Priscilla sniffed at Yorna's answer and allowed Yorna to prepare himself to stand next to her. To prove it, Yorna felt something strange on her face and gently put her hand on her face.
The reason for the discomfort is her eyes - perhaps there is a flame in them, the same as Priscilla's.
Two users of the "soul marriage technique", which cannot be handled without qualifications, fulfill each other's conditions and complement each other's souls. --The two users fulfill each other's conditions and complement each other's souls.
And then, having witnessed it.
"......Why"
A faint voice escapes, and a cursed gaze falls to the ground.
Staring at Yorna alongside Priscilla is Arakiya, who places herself in the sky. She runs her hand over her face and the eye patch covering her left eye.
Then, as if plucking it off, she ripped off her eye patch.
"Why! Why, why, why, you, Princess!"
With anger flaring, Arakiya shows her lightless red eyes under her eye patch. Reflecting Yorna in those unseen eyes, Arakiya shouted at Yorna with red twin eyes.
To Yorna, who has fire in her eyes and receives the benefit of the "Soul Marriage Technique" from Priscilla.
Arakiya, who has no fire in her eyes and cannot receive Priscilla's bounty.
"The princess is my......."
"Make no mistake, Arakiya. Even if your wish were granted, you would still be my concubine and I would not be yours, even if I were to concede a hundred steps."
"--"
"And there is no way a concubine would give up a hundred to anyone."
At Priscilla's refusing gaze, Arakiya took a small gasp.
But the caustic declaration of Priscilla was interrupted by a small sound of protest.
It is--,
"Mother, why did you hit the concubine on the head?"
"I don't mean to talk like that. I don't remember raising my child so high-mindedly."
"I don't remember my mother raising me in the first place."
"If so, then I am glad that the opportunity has presented itself."
With that, Yorna put down the smoking pipe that had cocked Priscilla's head and shook her head loosely before looking up at Arakiya.
There is the same anger in her twin eyes and the same slight agitation over what she has just done.
With her eyes fixed on it, Yorna put the smoking pipe in her mouth in hell and inhaled the purple smoke.
And then, with some cheerfulness and a smile, even though it was out of character for the situation.
"I am so glad that you have finally seen me, General Arakiya. --I have had the opportunity to redeem myself and Priscilla for my immorality in failing to discipline you as we should have done."
"What are you......"
"Quick story--"
Yorna exhaled purple smoke as her confusion was carried on her words and she took it in.
With the smoke overflowing from her lips on herself and her eyes burning with the faith of her daughter, Yorna Mishigure, the mother of one who was once Sandra Benedict,
"I will not be a parent who cuts corners in disciplining my children. Be prepared, my girls."
Yes, she declared, in a very dignified manner.
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