Chapter: 546
When I heard about the duel among the knights, I thought maybe the First Queen wanted to pass on the command.
Well, can you blame her? The Allen knights are nothing but monsters!
Starting from the sloppy dog among the newbies to Possell. They would still be shocking even at the end of the game story. It’s like, “Oh, so that’s why you kept your identity hidden until now!”
How on earth can the First Knights win against guys like that!?
Ah. Of course, they aren’t completely shoddy. After all, they’ve gathered as the kingdom’s elite, so they have a decent level of skill. They were pretty tough opponents even in the game.
But that’s only compared to the game’s standards. There’s no way these Bell-Bomb characters can hold their own outside the game!
Benedict didn’t seem to think differently either, as he accepted the First Queen’s proposal.
And the next day, when Benedict returned to the territory and informed the knights of this fact, everyone cheered.
“Haha! How long has it been since we’ve had real combat!”
“The First Knights are sure to be powerful! I’m excited to swing my weapon!”
“I will do my utmost to uphold the honor of the Allen family!”
These guys, who have brains stuffed with muscles, seemed even more excited about facing off against the kingdom’s elite, accepting the fierce training from the Allen family with smiles.
For now, knights are knights, so they spoke politely. But honestly, if you saw them, you’d think men would commit crimes and women should die.
Oh. Was that the opposite?
Hmm. Anyway. Watching the knights, who didn’t even think of defeat, I passed by those shouting to begin desperate training and headed toward the inner training grounds.
[Well then, from now on, I shall convey what I have realized to you.]
‘If it’s something ridiculous, I’m gonna be mad.’
He didn’t even explain the value of the Fairy Forest properly. Thanks to that, I lost my cheat character and suffered even more.
[Hehe. Don’t worry. I have no intention of getting stuck in the junk.]
The old man chuckled and, as usual, made me stand in front of the mirror.
[Do you remember the advice the God of Martial Arts gave me?]
‘Softness and strength are opposite, right?’
I had pondered over this saying since then, but I hadn’t gained any realization whatsoever.
That’s just a cliché from martial arts novels. Comparing trees to weeds and saying sometimes the weakest can be the strongest.
What does that even have to do with the weapon I wield?
[The fairy's weapon you are handling is infinitely soft and flexible. Like the wind flowing in spring. That’s why I wanted to specialize in that area.]
What Grandpa was talking about was our originally chosen weapon. We had always aimed to elevate softness to its extreme.
The playful Fairy Dance is so fragile it might scatter at any moment, so rather than taking hits, we aimed for evasion.
I agreed with Grandpa’s words.
‘Is that all you can do?’ sounds more annoying than ‘Can’t even hit what’s right in front of your eyes?’
[I became obsessed with this specialization. Just like I specialized in strength in the past, I believed pursuing a single goal would lead to faster progress.]
‘That’s true, right?’
[Indeed. Usually, it is true. However, the Fairy Dance is different.]
Grandpa recalled the time he faced fairies, his voice growing serious.
[They appear weak and delicate. They seem playful and easily scatter. But that’s not the case. The fairies protecting the forest are by no means weak.]
Those who are deceived by appearances and join the fairies’ games end up dead.
If you truly anger a fairy, a disaster ensues. If you make even the fairy queen your enemy, it will be a crisis greater than the fall of a nation.
The old man spoke of how terrifying the fairy queen, who had fallen to the Evil God, was, how strong she was, and how fearful it was to enter the forest.
[You too will soon realize, but the Fairy Dance closely resembles you. Its delicate appearance. Its playful laughter. The charm to captivate the entire world. And the strength lurking beneath that charm.]
‘Yes.’
[So let’s dance the Fairy Dance. Join the fun with them.]
After finishing the abstract explanation, Grandpa spoke about how to make concrete adjustments.
[Make your steps lighter, as if you were flying on the wind.]
Breaking away from the heavy steps of a knight, I take bouncy steps like raindrops falling into a puddle.
[Make your arms and legs softer, flowing with the current.]
I shed the solid posture I had maintained since lifting my shield, connecting movements smoothly like a dancer on stage. I dance the Fairy Dance.
[And then, charge! Like huge waves crashing upon a calm sea. So fierce and strong, you won’t even have time to react.]
With quick steps that aren’t rigid but fast.
So I can land anytime and draw on their strength.
The gentle movements don’t possess as sheer force as rigidity.
However, the uninterrupted softness adds momentum with every step I take.
By the time I reach the end, the power contained is even greater than before.
I swing my mace.
I unleash the hidden strength within the dance.
I show anger to those who are entranced.
BOOM!
As I struck the void, a loud explosion echoed, and the wind rose, tousling my hair.
Amidst the ringing in my ears, a familiar notification sound rang out, and a blue spear appeared before me.
[You have acquired the Fairy Dance [Ruel Style]!]
Has Grandpa’s technique been recognized as a skill after a long time?
Checking the message, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Ruel Style, huh.
There’s no other skill like what Grandpa made; is there a meaning to calling it Ruel Style?
[Excellent, Lucy.]
‘No, I just did what Grandpa told me to do.’
[You performed a dance far greater than what I envisioned. I might not even be able to keep up with some parts of your dance.]
‘It would be great if you praised me like this more often in daily life.’
Grinning, I melted into Grandpa’s praise, then suddenly realized and conveyed the notification to him. The Shoddy God recognized what Grandpa made.
<...How glorious.>
The old man, who was silent for a while due to emotions, muttered how glorious it was and then sealed his lips again.
Hmm. Usually, I’d poke him for fun, but sometimes, it’s alright to just show respect to the old man.
…Thinking back, this isn’t the first time a technique made by Grandpa has been recognized as a skill, right?
Like Divine Combat Art, or those miracles he performed.
Hmm. Let’s stay quiet. I don’t want to come off as a clueless idiot by adding unnecessary words.
Besides, given that this new skill I obtained is called Ruel Style, doesn’t that mean it could potentially link with other skills like Divine Combat Art or miracles?
Curiosity struck, and I thought about testing it right away.
I raised the divinity within me and imagined an opponent in front of me.
Visualizing the opponent I faced not long ago.
The evil god-tainted Luca.
Seeing him grin playfully, I returned the smile and watched as he charged at me.
Dodge, dodge, dodge.
I constantly moved my feet, evading Luca’s attacks.
His fierce assault seemed like it could crush anything, but not even a wave could break!
While flowing and dodging, I examined the spots I’d crossed.
Footprints of divinity were engraved with every step I took.
The divine grace of the Lord has left its mark with each step, expressing my presence.
Noticing this, a fun thought crossed my mind, and I moved even faster.
A stage is created.
Instead of drawing magic circles with my hands, I sketch a picture onto the ground through my movement and footwork.
I create the place where I will dance. A performance hall shining brightly with sunlight.
Phew. I never expected the boring lectures I heard while learning Divine Magic from Grandpa would be used like this.
“Shoddy God! If you have any sense, put your power in! I know you secretly like being treated like a tool by a cute girl, so don’t pretend otherwise!”
Those words can’t even be fully described as insolent or blasphemous, but the stage I drew shone as bright as I imagined.
A stage to dance the Fairy Dance.
Containing the wicked. Purifying the ill.
Bringing strength to those who do right.
And crafted for me to more easily charm my enemies.
If I had to categorize it, it’s closer to an application of divine territory, but that doesn’t matter.
The important thing is whether this technique that originated from my idea is practical.
[You dance like a shaman in the midst of consciousness.]
Hearing Grandpa’s admiring voice, I realized this must be quite useful.
Alright. I made another one. I’ll just call it the Fairy Domain for now.
But it seems like this method could be applied in many different ways besides just Fairy Domain.
If it’s something that can be created using divinity, then anything goes!
“I think this is the first time I’ve thought it’s lucky to be alive at this age.”
Startled by the voice coming from behind, I turned to see Karl and Inuki entering through the door.
Our sloppy dog was shedding tears for some reason, and Inuki approached me with genuine admiration.
“I’m glad you insisted on it. Otherwise, I couldn’t have made you armor fitting for you.”
Armor?
…
The armor is completed!?
Already?!
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