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Chapter 3 - The Knights and the Sword TrialPart 1That human kept opposing him with wonderful tenacity.As leader of the divine beings called Danann, he swung an invinciblesword.He was a king and a warrior, a mighty god. His opponent, although hard tobelieve, was no hero. The blond man was not even a mage.But the long spear swung by that human showed splendid skill.He could give high praise to the martial arts that child of man had learned."Let us stop this, you who are destined to die. However hard you try tofight, it will not change my victory. Saint George, who brought you to thisother world, has already perished. He passed, leaving nothing but thatspear. Even if you follow him in death, you can choose a gentler way."Thrust, slash, swipe.The human's spearmanship was ever-changing. There was not a singlemediocre attack.But he did not bother with them one by one. Moving his sword and armpurely by reflex, he warded them all off.Alas, child of man, your enemy is an unrivaled invincible god.Most likely the human had used up all of the skills he had learned.Gradually he cast technique aside and simply thrust the spear. Aiming athis — the god's body, he thrust out the spearhead with a clear heart.Again and again, he foolishly repeated it. With a clear heart. With a clearmind. Not thinking, not feeling anything.Or maybe combat experience had made him realize the most difficultsecret along the martial path, that of attaining the mental realm of serenityand nothingness.If that was the case, this human held unimaginable talent.Splendid. He smiled.The spear the human wielded sent the invincible sword in his hands flying.The sword danced high through the air and fell at the human's feet.However, Saint George's spear which had allowed this exploit had beensmashed to pieces. Before reaching its end it had saved the humanwarrior. Repelling his sword was truly worthy of praise."Your master George has perished and you have reached your limit.Therefore, child of man, your hope has already vanished.""...Nahh. We're just starting. With this I can finally fight for real."The blond human stretched his hand out towards the sword sticking in theground before him.Claiomh Solais [1] .He gripped the otherworldly steel that should be handled by the lord of theTuatha De Danann^ and took it."Spears aren't bad, but this type of thing is still better. If I don't lay myhands on a weapon like this, I can never get fired up enough to enter mytruly serious mode. Sorry, but I'll be borrowing your sword."He was striving for victory, fighting to the very end.Commendable spirit. It was truly magnificent fearlessness. Or maybe hewas just a moron.In reality, a mortal human should not be able to handle that sword. Heshouldn't be able to use it as a simple blade, to say nothing of the divinepower hidden inside. Well, it might be useful as a steel club...He called a new sword into his hands and casually took a stance.Although not as much as his shining sword, it was sharp. With this hewould bring death to the fool who challenged a god. It was the least hecould do for that idiotic hero.The god and the simple human crossed blades, fighting between life anddeath.After a long, long time, a winner was finally decided and the duel came to aclose. The tale to be told this time takes place after this event.Part 2The refreshing early summer atmosphere of June was hanging over thehills of Tuscany."It's not too bad after all. If only the one accompanying me wasn't you."The current location was the southern gates of Porta Romana at theancient city of Florence.As the car continued along its way, swathes of farmland soon came intoview.This scenery of green rolling hills covering the landscape was unique toTuscany. This was the time of year before the arrival of the mercilesssummer heat, and the air was filled with joy as it came rushing through theopen windows of the car."Hey Gennaro, you should be a relatively sensitive person. Isn't this awonderful occasion?""So annoying! You are a little girl who chatters away without end!"Roaring at the graceful Erica Blandelli was the driver, an unrefined man.Gennaro Gantz.A Great Knight belonging to the magic association, the [Copper BlackCross].His massive bearded appearance was full of solemnity and completelyconcealed his mere age of nineteen. One could easily mistake him fortwenty-five or six in age. He was not very tall but extremely well built. Apatterned bandanna, wrapped around his head, made him look like apirate who had jumped out from a movie screen."If it wasn't our great leader Paolo who made the request, 'Please give myniece a ride,' and therefore impossible to refuse, I wouldn't have saidsomething like 'Leave it all to me!' without a thought!""Precisely, your inability to come up with a pertinent manner of refusalshows how slow-witted you are. Truly hopeless."Retorting at nineteen-year-old Gennaro, Erica was only twelve at the time.However, her adult-like beauty and slender figure as well as lady-likedemeanor were not typical of her age."Since I have no wish for you to drive and you don't want to be anywherenear me, look, our interests are aligned. But you have agreed to Uncle'srequests twice already... How about it, let me give you a lesson on thebasics of social etiquette right now?""Give me a break, I'll never be able to remember your sharp-tonguedmanner of speech!"Erica was not sitting on the passenger side next to the driver but on one ofthe back seats.Obviously, it was to avoid sitting beside Gantz.Both of them were knights and members of the [Copper Black Cross].In the world of magi in southern European countries like Italy and Spain,"knights" meant Templar Knights. Of course, the real Order of the KnightsTemplar recorded in history — the "Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and ofthe Temple of Solomon" had already disbanded in the early fourteenthcentury.However, a small number of people survived.There were those who inherited their magic and martial arts, as well asthose who inherited their wealth.These people, who continued to call themselves "knights," were not simplymagi but also special ability users skilled in martial arts and pridingthemselves on their noble spirit of chivalry.(Originally, Templar Knights were supposed to be members of Christianmonastic orders — commonly called monks, but this distinction blurredover time, allowing women like Erica to become knights. The originalKnights Templar did not accept women as members.)Whether Erica or Gantz, both were comrades who aspired to the sameideals of chivalry.But their fundamental incompatibility could not be overcome.Born in Reggio Calabria on the southern tip of the Italian peninsula, Gantzwas a wild and rough but good man with a kind heart. On the other hand,Erica was an elegant young beauty born and raised in the northern Italianmetropolis of Milan, as well as being the little princess of the prestigiousHouse of Blandelli (and even tracing their ancestry to a Devil KingCampione).The difference in upbringing was an unbridgeable gulf.Furthermore, as the closest rivals, the two of them were inevitably going tocompete for the [Diavolo Rosso] position. This was the title of the premierknight representing the [Copper Black Cross].They were members of the [Copper Black Cross], one of the top magicassociations in the world.On the other hand, not all members were Italians.Particularly for talented members amongst the core leadership, many wererecruited from various countries. However, it was customary for thecommander-in-chief and the [Diavolo Rosso] to be selected from Italians.And amongst the young and talented destined to rise to ranks of the coreleadership, Erica and Gantz were the only two Italian-born knights.This was the fundamental reason why they always maintained theirdistance from each other.The present generation's [Diavolo Rosso], Paolo Blandelli, was Erica'suncle.His request for Gantz to take care of his niece must have been an attemptto improve relations between the young candidates for core leadership... Itcarried such sentiments.— But anyway, the sports car driven by Gantz was now racing across theTuscan fields.Their destination was a village roughly twenty minutes away from Florence.This was an old monastery probably established during the Middle Ages.Rumored to have been built as a stronghold, its surrounding stone wallswere of sturdy construction.After Gantz stopped the car on the outskirts of the premises, Erica got offtogether with her baggage."The means of return has already been prepared so there is no need foryou to wait here. I wish you well, Gennaro. Though it wasn't a delightfuljourney, it is necessary to express thanks for your efforts.""If you want to say thanks, be more upfront with it! Bye!"Gantz left and drove off in a hurry.Erica walked towards the monastery.Her extraordinary talent had already been recognized at the age of twelve,and she had been officially awarded the title of "Knight" two weeks earlier.Receiving a blessing at this place was customary for new inductees likeher....In that case, that other girl was likely here as well.She had heard that there was another who received the title around thesame time at another magic association, the [Bronze Black Cross]."Just as I thought, exactly as predicted."A familiar girl was standing there in the garden of the monastery.The beautiful silver hair was kept straight and long. Delicate facial beautymade for a perfect combination with the slender and glamorous figure,producing an appearance akin to a fairy descending upon the mortal realmfrom the moon. However, the girl's profile revealed a stern expression.Despite her young age, her eyes shone with a resolute luster of knightlypride.Like Erica, she was twelve years old.Similarly, she was a prodigy from a prestigious magic association based inMilan.Standing before Erica was Liliana Kranjcar whom she had already knownfor the past ten years."Greetings, Lily. Truly, our fates are bound together tightly as ever.""...Please do not call me using such an intimate nickname. Furthermore,our meeting here is not coincidence. Instead, it should be described asinevitable. You too, came here to receive the 'sword'?"Her stiff manner of speech suited neither her age nor her gender.This was, of course, part of Liliana's personality, which Erica smilinglyaccepted.The silver-haired childhood friend was flawless in appearance and intellect,but lacked lady-like aspirations. She would make a good knight, a goodwife and a good mother, but she would never become a flower of the courtlike a salon patroness."Yes, it is exactly as you say, Lily.""Hmph... I already reminded you and here you go acting intimately withoutany mindfulness."Whether Erica, who never changed her ways, or Liliana, set in herdispleased expression, both of them were here for the same purpose.It was customary for new knights in northern Italy to be bestowed theirpersonal sword at this San Gilardino Monastery (of course, it was limited tojust the knights of the seven prestigious magic associations).Weapons used by knights were all specially crafted.Taking steel smelted through alchemy, master craftsmen forged andpolished them into blades further strengthened through alchemy — onlysuch swords and spears were worthy of being treasured.Ever since ancient times, this monastery had been the holy sanctum whereyoung knights were bestowed with weapons and blessed.It was said that the Medici family in Florence at the height of theRenaissance was already managing this industry."Having been summoned here specially, allow me to express my deepestgratitude. Erica Blandelli pays her respects today as invited."Noticing the approaching monk, Erica greeted gracefully.Since she was visiting as a knight, vulgar behavior would not be tolerated.Erica Blandelli's assertive yet graceful personality made her the center ofattention in the vast majority of situations."I am the eldest daughter of the Kranjcar family, Liliana. I shall be in yourcare."In comparison, Liliana's greeting lacked individuality and commonpleasantries.Despite being a knight with a witch's disposition, as well as possessinggreat potential rivaling Erica's, she only applied herself towards being asoldier no matter what."For a long time, I have heard much about you two prodigies of Milan."The monk in a black habit was a man in his prime who replied calmly to thetwo girls' greetings.Despite the loose fitting garment, it was apparent that the man's physiquewas very well-trained.From his approaching footsteps and the manner he carried himself, hisextraordinary martial arts was readily apparent. As befitted the leader ofthe monastery of swords."It is truly delightful to witness such outstanding talent from the two girlshailing from prestigious families. This monastery will perform the blessingsfor the award ceremony and bestow weapons worthy of chivalric honor.May you one day follow in the footsteps of our predecessor SaintRaffaello.""Yes, in order to become a praiseworthy knight, I shall strive to improvemyself."Liliana bowed her head in response to the monk's polite words.Doing everything by the book was in her character. But acting in allseriousness did not suit Erica, who wanted to say something moreinteresting."As newcomers like us, I am extremely touched by this rare occasion... Bythe way, speaking of following in the footsteps of Saint Raffaello, it wouldbe most delightful if we can begin emulating with the "Blessing of theSword" ceremony.""Oh?"The monk showed emotion for the first time, smiling wryly in response toErica's politely delivered words of audacity.At the same time, Liliana was frowning beside her."Wait a minute, Erica. What is the meaning of such shameless words?""My, Lily, what adversarial interpretations. Listen well then, our esteemedmonk here asked us to 'walk in the footsteps of Saint Raffaello,' right? Thatmeans learning from the great lady swordsman, the one who received the'Position of the Knight of the Holy Grail,' as well as being the highestranking Templar Knight."The title of the premier knight at Erica's [Copper Black Cross] was the[Diavolo Rosso].[Saint Raffaello] was also a title of similar nature.The Florentine association [Capital of Lilies] bestowed the title on the theirmost gallant knight. The present generation Saint Raffaello was a woman.Though she had retired from the front lines long ago, she was stillconsidered Europe's strongest swordsman."Due to Saint Raffaello's outstanding swordsmanship, a special exceptionwas made and two swords were bestowed instead of one, becoming alegend passed down in this monastery.""That's right, it's the Twin Swords of the Lion and the Master Musician."Erica's eloquence forced the monk's wry smile to become even moresevere.Finally, Liliana erupted in an expression full of anger and glared at Ericafuriously."So in other words, Dame Erica, let us imitate the story of Saint Raffaelloand bestow you with two swords, how about that?""Please do not joke of such matters! No matter how much you wish tofollow in the footsteps of the great knight, going that far would be toodisrespectful!"" — No, I was not suggesting that. Besides, it would be too impertinent."Met with their objections, Erica's beautiful face smiled like the devil.This was completely unexpected. This was Erica Blandelli, the one whoalways accomplished what no one could predict."A few years ago just before her retirement, Saint Raffaello paid thismonastery a visit, bearing her two bestowed swords. Back then, she said'rather than have these two swords accompany an old lady like me, whynot give them a more befitting mission of helping young knights in theiradventures?"'With that, she had returned the two famous magic swords."Having learned of the above story, we, Erica Blandelli and her ally, LilianaKranjcar, wish to come here as the new masters of the twin swords."With extravagant words, she expressed her wish.The elderly Saint Raffaello had exited the world stage a long time ago.(To be precise, she belonged to the same era as Italy's highest rankedwitch, Lucretia Zola.)The anecdote of her retirement was picked up while researching the detailsof various top European magi."Seeking to receive two swords at once like Saint Raffaello would, ofcourse, be too impertinent. However, if we were each to receive one of thetwin swords left behind by the great predecessor, there is nothingimpertinent about inheriting her will. I implore you to satisfy my wish."After all, if a sword was to be bestowed, it was only natural to wish for abetter one.Erica had planned this from the start. Taking into account that Lilianahappened to be around to satisfy the requirement for the twin swords, itwas perfect.However, the silver-haired childhood friend and rival still bore anexpression of displeasure.She was struggling against opposing emotions — anger at being used byErica's scheming on one hand, and intense temptation offered by SaintRaffaello's twin swords on the other."I see. I now understand Dame Erica's wish."The monk went from a wry smile to a complete laugh. What was going tohappen next?The famous "Twin Swords of the Lion and the Master Musician"reappearing in the world once more and bestowed upon new users —such an event could not possibly happen without widespread report."However, in actual fact there are conditions here that you two may notknow. The great one has retired in seclusion in the vicinity of Florence. Inresponse, this monastery proposed to her the following — we entrustedSaint Raffaello with the twin swords again together with the task ofpersonally testing prospective new users to see if they were worthy ofreceiving the swords and continuing her legend."So that was how things worked. It required meeting the legendary paladinofor her personal approval.Erica nodded arrogantly, while Liliana suddenly became greatly emotional."What... Not only do I get to meet Saint Raffaello, but also the chance toinherit her magic sword — What are you dallying for, Erica, hurry and let usset off now!""What's come over you, Lily, with this sudden motivation?"The unexpected intensity of her childhood friend's enthusiasm seemed tobe slightly ruining Erica's mood."I have always wished to follow the same path as my admired idol, SaintRaffaello. Though it is with great reluctance that I yield to your connivingschemes, it is of no importance at this time. Let us go meet herimmediately! Go!"" Well, I see now."Once roused, Liliana's passion knew no bounds. The silver-hairedchildhood friend essentially acted in complete accordance with Erica'spredictions.Though manipulating her was a simple matter, there were times when sheexceeded expectations. In those occasions, even Erica found it difficult tokeep her in check. It was exactly like the type of girl who is sosimpleminded that she is impossible to understand and unexpectedlydifficult to handle."So, esteemed monk, where does Saint Raffaello live?""For real...? Actually, we don't know either."The monk gave a perfunctory answer to Liliana's impatient question."Saint Raffaello apparently thinks that this sort of information should befound out by yourself. That is why she disappeared into seclusion withoutletting us know.""Oh my... this turns out to be unexpectedly challenging."Erica smiled, intent on taking on the unforeseen challenge.There were many villages and roads scattered across the countryside inthe surroundings of Florence. Trying to find a woman whose name andface were unknown would prove to be quite a troublesome chore.However, this was welcomed. This kind of trouble, I shall overcome asmany of them as they present themselves."Other than us, have there been any others who sought the twin swords?"Liliana posed another question to the monk."Quite a few. However, almost all of them gave up because they wereunable to locate Saint Raffaello.""Almost all... In other words, there were exceptions?""Yes, one. No one could have expected such an idiot to succeed.However, that fellow was not seeking to inherit the twin swords. All hewanted was to meet Saint Raffaello."The monk cast aside his strict tone of voice for once, using the word "idiot.""His swordsmanship was truly exceptional. Yes, having witnessed the skillof so many masters, I've never seen anyone like him. However, he was acomplete failure in magic. With such low ability, he was never regarded asa successor candidate in the first place."So that was what happened. Erica nodded.No matter what, it was useful to know that someone had once succeeded.In that case, surely she can do the same. Erica's lips naturally shapedthemselves into a glamorous smile.It was neither a noblewoman's smile nor a devil's mischievous smile.Rather, it was more like a lioness' smile. An expression fitting for thebeautiful female knight about to undertake a difficult and risky challenge.— At this time, an unexpected intruder appeared.A young man had squirmed his way through the gates of the monastery.He was a handsome man with well-proportioned facial features and messyblonde hair, but looked rather haggard and lacking in ambition. Despite hisslim physique, it was clear that his body had undergone intense training.Around twenty in age or so, he was from the same generation as GennaroGantz. Dressed casually in a half-sleeved t-shirt and cotton shorts,everything was wide open and in a tattered disheveled state.This young man was walking unsteadily with no strength in his steps."This man?! ...What a coincidence. Returning here again after one year."Muttering softly, the monk approached the young man.Liliana went over to inquire about the situation."Is he affiliated with this place? I've never seen him amongst the monks.""No, but he is related to the current conversation. He is the hopeless idiotmentioned just now. The method he used was to visit each of the nearbyvillages, and against every single female he encountered — even younggirls and old ladies without exception — he would swing a wooden branch,saying that out of these hundred and seventy people, the one who dodgedhis strike must be Saint Raffaello. That is why we call him the hopelessidiot."Well, he did withdraw all attacks on contact. The fact that no one was hurtwas rather laudable.Explaining this, the monk sighed.Liliana went "Huh?" with a shocked expression. Erica too, agreed that hewas an idiot, for it was quite a surprise that such a dangerous man was notarrested by the police...However, it stood as fact that such an unbelievable method succeeded.Because she was — rather, precisely because she was the brilliantlytalented Erica, such a ridiculous idea never occurred to her."Hey, what is going on!? What on earth happened!?"The young man did not respond to the monk's questions.Instead, he fell over headlong, losing consciousness. The monk franticallyhurried over and started examining the young man's body.Was injury or disease the cause? The conclusion was neither.The young man's stomach gave off an enormous rumble. Apparently hehad fainted from hunger."Scaring others for no reason just like before... Hmm? What, this woundis?"The monk's gaze focused on the upper body which had been undressedfor examination. There was an enormous red-black scar where the rightarm connected to the shoulder.It looked like the entire right arm had been amputated and welded backtogether —A strange and horrifying sight. An ominous feeling, as well as a mysteriousand incredible scar.Part 3"Ah, so full now, I'm so grateful."The young man was wolfing food down with a delighted voice.In the modest kitchen of the monastery, plates on the workbenches werefilled with hard bread local to the region of Tuscany.Then there were bottles of unlabeled red wine fermented in the village.Both were provided by the monks."Then having expressed my thanks, it would be even more perfect if Icould have some meat and vegetables here. For me, right now,carbohydrates are not really enough...""Regrettably, today's food has all been consumed."The monk spoke casually unlike the way he was talking to Erica andLiliana earlier."We've never gone out to buy other stuff, so give it up... By the way, wherehave you been and what have you been doing all this time? A year ago,after you found Saint Raffaello, you were clearly training under her for awhile, but disappeared after a month.""Haha... That's it, so that's what I did, maybe.""This fellow never talks seriously, just like before! Respond seriously tome!"The monk started to get annoyed at the young man's stupid face.But the young man remained unfazed and calmly wiped his mouth with anapkin."I am being serious in my own way. Well, let's put that aside for now, it'stime to get going.""What?""My first priority is to recover the state of my body. I will gladly express mythanks for your hospitality, someday... But first, I need to find some placebetter stocked in food."The young man got up and quickly left the kitchen."So, I'll be going now, bye!"The young man's footsteps were as quick and light as the spring breeze.Calling out was not going to delay his departure. Erica and Lilianaexchanged glances as they observed quietly."Esteemed monk, we will also take our leave.""We will surely obtain Saint Raffaello's approval and return with the twinswords. When that time comes, please bestow the blessing upon us."The two knight inductees got up from the table and bid their respectivefarewells.Liliana rigidly adhering to preset forms, while Erica was as glamorous as anoblewoman. The monk smiled wryly as he prayed for their safety."On the battlefield, only unparalleled speed is truly invincible. Taking actionswiftly and never letting fortune slip by — such spirit and initiative isadmirable. But that man is too much of a fool, but at the same time,someone extraordinary. Please take care."Those were the monk's final words as he saw the two girls off from themonastery."Hey, wait up! Where on earth are you going?"Erica yelled at the young man who was hurrying on his way ahead.As he walked briskly along the dirt road in the countryside, his blonde hairwas shaking side to side."Umm... Sorry, who are you people again?""I am Liliana Kranjcar, knight of the [Bronze Black Cross], this one here isErica Blandelli of the [Copper Black Cross].""Hmm, sounds a bit familiar, did I remember wrong?"The young man looked bewildered after Liliana announced their names."There's some kind of familiar feeling.""We just met at the monastery. Standing next to the monk.""Oh, so that's why you look so familiar!"The young man looked very laid back, but did not seem to be lying.Could he really have forgotten faces he had met mere minutes ago?"I'm sorry, I'm someone who's not very good at remembering names andfaces — that's what I believe. It's like those kinds of memories aresometimes there, sometimes not.""Why are you talking about yourself as if commenting on another person...""Well, you know, it's surprisingly difficult for humans to look objectively atthings related to themselves. So it's not a bad idea to practice this kind ofthing.""Even so, for memories to become fuzzy after a mere five minutes, it isvery problematic!"Liliana angered for the first time at the young man's lack of serious attitude.However, this kind of conversation was not going to lead to any progress."You said you wanted more to eat, so where are you going exactly?""Hmm, I still haven't figured that out yet."The young man complained about his hunger in response to Erica's nosyquestion."In truth, I am actually quite poor, there's not too many coins left in mypockets.""Well, that was pretty much what I expected."Liliana whispered softly as she stared at his appearance.He had no belongings other than the t-shirt and the cotton shorts he waswearing, not even a bag. Besides, if he were flushed with cash, he wouldnot have reached such a famished state in the first place."So, I just thought of a perfect plan to get myself a full meal despite beingpenniless. Listen well, first I will wander around the area to find localresidents and yell out names of single women.""...You know a lot of people in this neighborhood?"The young man standing before her seemed rather incompetent?Liliana questioned with eyes full of doubt."No, I don't know anyone here, but it doesn't matter. Francesca, Gianna,whatever, just call out a random name. I will pretend... that I mistook themfor someone I know and use the opportunity to strike up conversation,gradually get familiar and becoming more and more engaged. Once thetime is ripe, when mouths are dry and stomachs are empty, I will graduallymake my way into the home of this single lady, and sit down for a deliciousmeal."A perfect plan? How naive of this young man to conclude.Erica coughed deliberately before offering her opinion."In that case, there is an even faster method. If you wish, come togetherwith us to a nearby restaurant — how about that?"Thus, the three of them sat down at a restaurant in the village.Soon after, their orders arrived and covered the table: pasta with tomatosauce, mushroom and cheese pizza, fried rabbit and beef, cow offal stew,a large bowl of salad, and a complete set of white wine, rose wine, redwine and soda water.All this was essentially swept away by the blonde young man.Normally, someone who had fainted from hunger would eat somethingeasily digestible to avoid straining the stomach.However, this young man wolfed down everything in huge mouthfulswhether it was cheese, meat, deep-fried, or alcohol. What an amazingdigestive system. Back in the monastery's kitchen, it was already apparentfrom the way he casually cleared out the bread that was hard as rock(usually eaten with sauce or gravy)."Yes yes, now this is what I call being alive!"The young man smiled as he exclaimed.A cheerful and delightful smile, but also incredible in the way it felt like amonster's."By the way, we still have not asked for your name yet, right?"Liliana's question made him pause in his conquest of food."...Name?""Yes, having been edified by Saint Raffaello, you must also be a knight,right? Next comes the most important question, that great person — therespected master who instructed you, could you tell us the location of herresidence?""Master? Residence?""Yes, we must meet Saint Raffaello no matter what!"Liliana questioned with great intensity of emotion. What kind of answer wasshe going to receive?Erica shrugged sarcastically beside her."Saint Raffaello... The name seems kind of familiar. Was this person reallymy master? Then what about my own name eh, name... name, hmm."The young man spoke rather intriguing words, and began to enter deepthought with a frown."Please do not joke around. You cannot mean to say you have evenforgotten your own name?""Hmm, that does seem to be the case."The young man answered in earnest in response to Liliana's interrogation."I think I've lost my memory. I can't recall my name or what I've been doinglately. What's this? My memories of what I did in this neighborhood are sovague."In the end, the restaurant conversation concluded with nothing achieved,except for treating the young man to a sumptuous meal."Thank you all! May God be with you!"Thus, the young man shamelessly walked away.Treated to a meal by two twelve-year-old girls, that was all he expressed.It was now readily apparent why the monk had been repeating commentslike "idiot" and "unbelievable fellow." His personality was way tooshameless."...Erica, you were uncharacteristically reticent just now, what is going on inyour mind?"Outside the restaurant, the young man had departed with footsteps like thewind.Watching him leave, Liliana questioned Erica."Oh? Lily noticed?""Of course, you could not possibly let a caught fish go so easily withoutdoing anything. Just now you hardly said a word, and when that manfinished eating, all you did was watch, right?"Erica smiled in response to her childhood friend's accusation.As expected of my rival, she discerned my true intentions without fail."Hey, do you still remember how I excused myself for a brief momentduring the meal?""Ah, did you do something bad during that time?"While the young man was focused entirely on eating, Erica had randomlyexcused herself at one point."Based on the result, the answer is no. I was hiding far in the distance,casting the magic of [Sleeping Powder] on that glutton."Exactly as the name implied, this was magic for making someone fallasleep.Though very versatile in its wide-ranging applications, this magic had noeffect if the target was wary in any way. Even ordinary people wouldrecover swiftly after feeling sleepy.However, there should be no problem against someone delightfully stuffinghis face in such a state."In such an unwary state, he should have simply gone to sleep? I wasthinking it would be acceptable as long as we obtain the information weneed, even if it meant using hypnosis to rob his will. Given such a strangepersonality, getting things directly would be a lot faster than trying to havea serious conversation.""Flawlessly decisive and merciless as ever. But the plan failed.""Yes. It's still unclear, but he deflected my spell perfectly.""Counter magic or a protection barrier... which one was it?""Completely unknown. However, the esteemed monk did say very clearlythat he was 'a complete failure,' so he should have zero dispositiontowards magic. But for Erica Blandelli's spell to have no effect...""Could the idiotic attitude be just an act?""In that case, he must be a real sly old fox. He is serious trouble if he canhide things so well."Even at the tender age of twelve, Erica had great confidence in her abilityto judge people.However, the encounter with the young man had shaken this confidence.The man judged as an "idiot" by the monk who should be highlyexperienced, having met so many knights.Erica could not believe the young man had the ability to "retract his talonslike an eagle."On the other hand, he was able to foil Erica's plan despite her beliefs."So Erica, how shall we obtain tangible information from him?""Now it's your turn to shine, Lily. Didn't you master the [Witch's Eye] amonth ago?""You actually want me to track down that man using the [Witch's Eye]?"Of course. As Erica nodded, Lily looked up into the sky."Using clairvoyance for the despicable act of following someone in secret?""There are other vision-enhancing spells for long range recon... But noneare as good as the Witch's Eye. Now is the perfect opportunity to makegood use of it."Only those with a witch's disposition were able to use witchcraft.The Witch's Eye allowed one's sense of sight to travel afar and movearound freely. Other lineages of magic also had similar spells but none ofthem could offer clairvoyance that moved as rapidly as the Witch's Eye.This spell was surprisingly useful for tailing someone.Erica borrowed a large basin from the restaurant and filled it with water.This restaurant and bar also had open air tables out front.That was where the two of them sat after setting down the borrowed basin.After sitting properly at the table, Liliana closed her eyes and released theWitch's Eye.Soon after, the young man's image appeared on the surface of the water inthe basin.The man seemed to be casually chatting away with an older man withgreat enthusiasm. They seemed to have just met but they had their armson each other's shoulder, and were so familiar that it seemed like theywere longtime friends.The young man kept repeating certain words as if pleading for something.The man immediately laughed in response and motioned for him to follow.Then the two of them got in a car and left."Lily, check out where they are going."A witch's clairvoyant [Witch's Eye] was even able to keep up with thespeed of a car.Liliana had already anticipated such an order."Understood. But how are we going to get there?""Relax. I, Erica Blandelli, can't possibly fail to achieve the same task asthat man, right?"Erica declared with immense pride.Part 4San Gimignano's streets dated all the way back to the Middle Ages andwere classified as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.A total of fourteen towers had been built all over the town during the MiddleAges.Situated close to Florence, it was less than an hour away by car. The oldenCity of Flowers, Florence, and the Eternal City, Rome, were both importanturban centers that brought exceptional prosperity to their surroundings.Nowadays, historical buildings were fully put to use as tourist attractions.And so, the self-proclaimed amnesiac young man hitchhiked his way to thistown."So Lily, let's find the guy immediately, you haven't lost his trail, right?""Ah, no problem... That man suddenly got a lift. He should not be goingsightseeing, so what is he doing exactly?"At the entrance to the town was the Porta San Giovanni.Built in the thirteenth century, these gates had great historical significance.Standing before this structure, the two knights were whispering to eachother.Liliana had been keeping her eyes tightly shut all this time starting from therestaurant at the last village. When using the Witch's Eye, her own eyesmust be kept closed.Erica skillfully guided and protected her childhood friend in this state asthey went on their way.Following the young man's lead, she chanced upon an idle-looking olderman and pleaded for a ride.(This kind of idle older men seemed to be unexpectedly common in theItalian countryside. As if on duty, these men would chat and flirt with youngladies on first sight regardless of whether they were local Italians or foreigntourists. Having a day job would be a hindrance to such activities.)Chatting amiably with the older man in the car helped add liveliness to thebrief journey.Erica explained Liliana's closed-eye and silent condition with an excuse of"not feeling well."With that, Erica and Liliana easily followed in the young man's footsteps."—What!? What on earth is that man trying to do!?"Liliana suddenly yelled out, opening her eyes that she had been keepingshut."What is it, Lily? Something unusual happened?""Ah, that man casually climbed to the top of a tower and was lookingaround... And suddenly, the Witch's Eye was nullified.""Counter magic? Or is it that [Fortune's Blessing] used by fairy doctors?""Intuition tells me that it is neither. Very likely it is not regular magic... Morelike something used by fairies, demonic deities or the like. Something thatfelt like magical and spirit power. In the end, all I saw was the man lightlywaving his right hand — "Erica stared with her eyes wide open as a result of Liliana's explanation.The young man known as the idiot, did have a hidden trump card after all."Though this matter is rather concerning, picking up his trail again is ourfirst priority. Lily, let's hurry to where he is! You know the place, right?""Ah, it is that plaza over there. Follow me!"Using the Witch's Eye would likely have the same result again, so it wasnot a solution.Liliana started running first, with Erica following behind.San Gimignano's streets were built on a hill. The land got steeper thecloser to town centre, and the sloped path extended uphill.Even so, the two of them ran effortlessly and passed pedestrians withoutgetting out of breath.The place they reached was — a plaza with a great church.It was natural to find solemn holy sanctums in Italian towns of sufficientscale.Important facilities and tourist attractions targeted towards foreigners werebound to be found at the town center. Located at San Gimignano's Piazzadel Duomo was the Palazzo Communale, the seat of civic authority andmuseum whose style of architecture dates back to medieval times.Furthermore, seven of the town's iconic towers were located here.It was a must-see for tourists to ascend one of these towers to admire theview of the San Gimignano's immediate surroundings.The young man happened to be exiting a tower. Erica and Liliana noddedat each other and approached him."You really did something out of line! Did you recover your memory!?""...Ah. You're the girls just now called... whatever."The young man turned to face Erica with an indifferent expression as shecalled to him. It was shocking how badly he failed at rememberinganyone's name after all this time.Erica and Liliana were beautiful girls who should have left deepimpressions. People who remembered their names and faces would vastlyoutnumber those who forgot them completely —"Please allow me to ask a question, Mr. Amnesiac. Why do you seem to betrying to avoid bringing us to meet Saint Raffaello? Are you facing somesort of difficulty? ...Or could it be, that you don't want us to obtain the twinswords?"A rather instigating query.Earlier at the restaurant, Erica and Liliana had not explained their purpose.However, at that time the two young knights had expressed their wish tomeet Saint Raffaello. If the young man was really her disciple then heshould have easily figured out their reason for wanting to meet her.So he must be playing dumb and deliberately withholding clues —"Based on what your suspicious behavior indicates, is that not the mostplausible conclusion? Are you really wandering around because you aretrying to find Saint Raffaello's residence?"However, if he really did not know magic then they needed to change theirapproach.If he is like that then things could only be decided by a direct frontalconfrontation. Though Erica was a quick-witted girl well-versed in strategy,ultimately, she had the heart of a soldier who loved a good frontal charge.However, this frontal confrontation did not lead to any dramatic result."No no, there seems to be a misunderstanding. I really can't rememberwho that Saint whatever person is... Ah, wait a minute, somehow hearingthat name makes me think of a horse's tail."The young man spoke as he racked his brains. A horse's tail?Erica frowned in response to this cavalier attitude that seemed to bemaking fun of her. Liliana interrupted and said:"So why did you come to this town? You lost your memory, right?""Hmm, for some reason, I have a strong feeling that this town with themany towers is the place where I will meet the one I want to meet. That'swhy I asked that acquaintance if he knew a place like that and begged himto take me here..."The young man looked around at the medieval streets with a nostalgicexpression."And then, it really did feel familiar, so I tried going somewhere higher, andthen something caught my attention."Flawlessly acting the fool all this time, the man finally made a noteworthycomment.Faced with this situation, Erica readied her stance. Was this a trap? Washe trying to lead her and Liliana into a mistaken direction?"Hey you two, would you mind coming along with me? If I am really relatedto the person you seek, then it should be easier to find clues about thatperson, right?"Unexpectedly, the young man was asking for more favors."What an incomprehensible request...?"Faced with Liliana's surprise, the young man responded with a veryserious expression."Because just now when I bought the ticket to the tower I becamecompletely penniless. And that was because I was a little short andbegged the older lady for a discount of 1 Euro. That is why I need friendswho can help me with further travels!"Come to think of it, San Gimignano was a tourist center. Though therewere many towers and museums, they more or less all charged entrancefees.(By the way, in various streets, even public facilities had times whenentrance fees were required.)Faced with this spontaneous request, Erica shook her head in vexation,caught in a quandary.Drawing her lips close to Liliana's ear, they began to discuss in whispers.(...Hey Lily, what do think of this man? Is he the "sly old fox skillfullyplaying dumb" we thought earlier, or the apparent "complete fool inappearance and essence" we see now?)(What a strange experience. Actually, I am beginning to suspect the lattertoo.)Rare it may be, but Liliana also agreed with Erica's assessment.(Well, there still are many suspicious points, but the opportunity should notbe given up.)(Right, as the saying goes — nothing ventured, nothing gained.)In the worst case scenario, if this guy really was an unforgivable idiot, thenhe would just muddle through no matter what.Thus the girls reached a consensus, aiming for venturous gains."Understood. So, Mr. Amnesiac, let us travel together then. Take us to theplace which caught your attention.""Of course! Let's go over there?""Right, by the way, there is something I need to confirm. Just now youdiscovered my Witch's Eye and dispelled it so splendidly. How did you doit?"Liliana slowly phrased her question to the young man who was noddingaway in response to Erica.That's right, how could the young man who was supposed to be acomplete failure in magic use an ultimate skill like that? This mystery mustbe cleared up no matter what."Ah, I just felt a kind of uneasiness like being watched. So it was you? Ididn't use a spell though. All I did was throw this at it."The young man took out a fork from his pocket.A completely unremarkable piece of cutlery. Colored silver, it was mostlikely stainless steel."Actually, what I threw was the knife I secretly took along with this fork. Notfor any particular reason, but only because I thought it'd be fun to play withback at the restaurant."Now that it was mentioned, the fork did look familiar.However, knives and forks casually taken from dinner tables should nothave antimagic effects.Erica questioned acutely."So you mean you infused magic into the knife to neutralize other spells?""No no, I was just wondering if that spell could be easily sliced through. Isuck too much at magic and didn't do anything complicated. Hmm, really,all I did was to try cutting it."Was this another instance of perfect acting from the young man?Or was his explanation not clear enough? Erica sighed.It was a first time for her to be completely unsure of a man's character.Despite having absolute confidence in her grasp of social andinterpersonal relations, Erica still had yet to find the proper reins to keepthis man under control.Amazed and impressed by the young man, Erica and Liliana signaled eachother through their eyes.The amnesiac young man walked along the open streets.Going in the direction of some eateries and shops, he suddenly stoppedand turned his gaze to one of the shops selling local souvenirs."This is the shop that 'caught your attention'?""Nope, but I saw something else... I'll just be a moment!"The young man dove straight into the shop immediately after answeringLiliana's question.Helplessly, the two girls followed after him.This was a shop selling typical souvenirs such as folk works of art andartistic postcards.Neither Erica nor Liliana had any particular interest in enjoying this kind ofwell-stocked souvenir shop.As the two browsed the shop with disinterest, they found the young mangoing "ahah, just as expected!" with his eyes shining brightly.He was in a corner of the shop where many weapons were hung on thewall.Long swords, short swords, shields, battle axes, bows and arrows, etc —There were all sorts of classic weapons from the medieval battlefield.However, all were merely replicas created as souvenirs. They even offeredJapanese swords, further proof of selling out to commercialism."This one this one, I really like this!"The young man was holding a long sword.Even though it was obviously a replica, the craftsmanship was very good.When forging a real sword, molten steel was first poured into a mold. Aftercooling down, the blade portion was polished and sharpened.This replica simply lacked the sharpening stage.Hence, it was identical to the real thing in both weight and shape. Not badat all."...Isn't this just a fake? I don't think it will be useful to you."Erica commented coldly as Liliana nodded in agreement beside her.However, the amnesiac young man shook his head."That's not right. Come to think of it, for swords there's no such thing asreal or fake, only skilled or unskilled — only the user's skill matters. Ifwielded by a true master, even a fake sword can cut like a peerlesstreasure. If used by a clumsy rookie, even the strongest magic swordwould be no different from a fishing rod."He proceeded to take out the restaurant fork from just now."Taken to the extreme, a swordsman's mission is to be able to use anyordinary weapon as if it was King Arthur's Excalibur. Whether the weaponin hand is the strongest magic sword or an oaken branch, a saber or a fork,all should be the same. You fail if you can't use it well enough.""That's just idealism. If you're going to use a weapon on the battlefield, ofcourse you should use the best possible."In terms of the pursuit of skill, the young man's perspective did carry sometruth.Erica played devil's advocate even though she agreed in principle.There existed exceptional masters who could obtain splendid victoryagainst lance-wielding knights with nothing but a short blade, orotherworldly martial artists who could dominate sword users with their barefists —But those who possessed such divine skills were extremely rare.Erica's Uncle Paolo Blandelli and Saint Raffaello were probably the fewexceptions.However, this did not mean they could ignore the quality of their weapons.After all, a personal weapon was a helper, an important partner needed toresist and destroy enemies."Well, that's good enough for little kids like you. Trying to do difficult thingsbefore you are mature enough would not work anyway. However, once yougrow up into adults with clear judgment like me, you will see the failure inyour ways."The young man spoke rather unhappily for once. However, the way hestared at the sword on the wall was like a child in poverty looking wistfullyat a little trumpet in a shop window.Wanting badly but unable to buy."...So, what exactly do you wish to do about this sword, Mr. Adult?"Greatly surprised, Liliana spoke in a rare moment of sarcasm. The youngman looked back at the girls with a smile from the heart."No, this is exactly the time when an adult's power is needed. — Mr.Shopkeeper, may I ask, does this shop allow temporary unpaid bills? Eh,guarantors? Credit cards? Loans? No no, I'm not talking about thosewarmthless consumer terms of modern society. I want something that canbring out miraculous connections between people, warming people'shearts or something like that..."No wallet, personal identification, prepaid funds or guarantors.Faced with such a shameless young man, the young shopkeeper of thesouvenir store refused in shock. However, the young man continued toplead repeatedly like a spoiled child.In the end, Erica and Liliana settled the matter of the sword by paying forhim."Thank you so much for buying the sword!"The young man grinned from ear to ear as he walked ahead, embracingthe replica sword from the souvenir shop that was wrapped in a rag.Erica and Liliana secretly whispered to each other as they followed behindhim."Well, for something of that price...""That idiot — no, that man, how far are we going to believe in him..."Erica could fully understand Liliana's sentiments as she was about to utterthe words "shameless idiot."Regardless, the trio continued on their way.Leaving the walled city, the wide open Tuscan fields came into view.Gentle rolling hills. Well-maintained vineyards and olive tree plantations.Modest little huts used by farmers. Sparsely growing trees. Little streams.This was an ancient road that led straight to Rome —Amongst such scenery were the remains of medieval castles and forts.The young man made his way towards them. Of course, Erica and Lilianawere still following."...Hmm, this place really seems familiar after all. Though I have some kindof feeling I suffered a fair bit of hardship here before, but what was itexactly?"The self-pronounced amnesiac muttered and grumbled to himself.Erica cared little for his reactions, but suddenly Liliana began to shake andspeak quietly with eyes out of focus."Ancient knightly skills... Ancient incantations, treasures... Are hidden inthis holy sanctum..."It was spirit vision. Liliana had obtained an oracle.Those who possessed a witch's disposition would mutter divine oracles onoccasion. Erica nodded and immediately walked towards her childhoodfriend who was both a knight and a witch."What did you see through spirit vision, Lily? Does it help our cause?""Ah, yes, Erica, this place is where ancient knights frequented. Near theirfort — in the depths of the darkness a temple was built. That was theimage I saw through spirit vision.""Interesting words. A temple built in the depths of darkness, intuition wouldsuggest it is underground?"Erica tried kicking the ground with the tip of her foot.It would be a good idea to check out the surroundings. Together withLiliana, the two of them began to use investigative magic."Sure enough, a hint of remaining magical power can be sensed fromstraight down in the earth...""Yes. It feels a bit suspicious, but we cannot let go of that tiny probability...""This place is definitely being concealed by a barrier. This undergroundtemple is most likely a secret holy sanctum.""The place once visited by Mr. Amnesiac who has connections with SaintRaffaello — anyway, the probability of finding Saint Raffaello here shouldbe quite high.""Conversely, the probability of Saint Raffaello being the guardian of thisplace is also..."Though it was mere speculation, the two of them still exchanged theirideas.The only thing left to do was to confirm the actual situation. The two girlsnodded to each other. This was the tiger's den they must venture into forworthy gains. Now, where should they begin their plan of attack?They then heard the young man's frivolous voice."I should have been doing something here before I lost my memories...? Itwas definitely the person related to a horse's tail. I want to make contactbut I haven't a clue about the telephone number or address... Should Iconsider something more classic like signal fires or war pigeon services?"Strange words were being uttered. Naturally, Erica and Liliana ignoredthem.Their experience thus far had convinced them that a meaningful discussionbetween themselves would be more constructive than having an idioticconversation with the amnesiac young man.However, this became the precise reason why they missed the criticalmoment.As the two engaged in discussion, a horrifying amount of magical powerwas exploding.Using an analogy, it would be like a volcano eruption.Neither Erica nor Liliana had ever experienced magical power erupting inan instant like this.To make a forced comparison, it would be like having dozens of topranking magi taking part in a magical ritual of explosive power.On the other hand, for a single person to use the same kind of spell andgather together such a massive amount of magical power, it would take aninordinate amount of time and effort to prepare. It was not something thatcould be done in an instant like this.— What on earth happened?Erica and Liliana turned back to look at the same time.They saw the young man making a pose as if swinging his sword towardsthe heavens. Apparently he had started swinging that replica.Furthermore, a medieval fort had been split through the middle and thehalves had collapsed outwards. It was a medieval structure built out ofstone on a hill.The fort had one level for soldiers to garrison and an upper level forlookout posts. It was a large and impressive historical building.Just like that, it was sliced into two.Severed as if a giant sword had been swung down from the heavens —Collapsing left and right, the stone building materials made a great noiseas they hit the ground."W-What happened?"Erica was a girl who always maintained lady-like composure at all times.However, in that moment she was muttering in shock, completely forgettingher usual mannerisms."Could it really be that man's doing...?"Liliana was also stupefied.This expression was unbecoming for a talented mage and witch whoshould be better versed in mysterious matters than the average mage."Sorry, did I scare you two? Umm, actually I was wondering if this wouldwork like a signal fire to call out people related to this fort."This frivolous-sounding voice belonged to the amnesiac young man, ofcourse.Who on earth was this man — !?Just as the two girls cast a gaze of fear at him for the first time...A gray horse arrived, galloping across the rolling Tuscan hills. It was astrong, vigorous and fierce-looking horse with a raven-haired beauty sittingupon its saddle. She appeared to be of Latin descent, bearing a resoluteexpression.Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail. Or as the words implied, like ahorse's tail."...I was wondering if it was an invasion started by some association, andwho does it turn out to be? Salvatore Doni. Though I suppose our briefcontact makes you my unworthy disciple, what on earth is going on here?Depending on circumstances, I may have to cut off your head ascompensation."The black-haired rider declared heroically from atop her horse.If this was indeed Saint Raffaello, then she must be the exalted paladino— the top swordsman in Europe holding the position of the "Knight of theHoly Grail"!Part 5Though supposed to be advanced in age, Saint Raffaello lookedcompletely like someone in her twenties.Magi whose magical power had reached the purest heights would recoversignificant youth and vigor. It was said that the effect was particularlypotent for women.Saint Raffaello's heroic and awe-inspiring beauty must have been theblessed result of that effect."What's up, Doni? Did you forget my face because of injuries from thebeating you took? If that's the case, I won't be surprised at all because it'syou.""...Ah, it's exactly as you say."The young man named Salvatore Doni replied, undaunted by his master'squestioning.This was a name that Erica had never heard before, even though she hadgathered personal profiles on virtually all the top ranking knights acrossEurope in case it might come in handy. Who on earth could this young manbe — ?"To be frank, I do seem to have lost my memory.""Don't say it like you caught a flu, moron!""Well well, don't be angry. This morning when I woke up I found myselfsleeping on some unknown country roadside... And then, I was thinking Imust do something to recall past events."Now that it was mentioned, this was the first time for Erica to hear of thepast experiences of the young man named Doni."Strolling over to the nearby monastery, I heard your name beingmentioned. Anyway, making my way through this and that, I finally gothere... Seeing you, I finally understand."The man named Doni smiled. It was a friendly smiling face as radiant assunshine.However, a dark shadow seemed to flash across his pupils for an instant.He was no ordinary person. His body clearly held evidence that he was nocommon mortal."What I needed to do was see you. And if I could fight you then that senseof vagueness would surely go away. That's what I have been feeling, andit's unbearable."The young man readied the replica sword in at middle level.It was an ordinary looking stance that felt uninteresting and lacking insplendor.However, Erica somehow felt a chill when she saw that posture.If she had to face sword strikes delivered by that ordinary stance, verylikely any spell would be sliced apart?A meaningless notion.Erica glanced at Liliana beside her. She too, was staring at the mannamed Doni with her face completely pale.Perhaps her childhood friend and rival was facing the same fear? This wasa man who was more than a match for the prodigies of Milan, the red andblue young geniuses!"Indeed, doing this is perfectly within your character. Unilaterally doing asyou pleased while muttering to yourself..."Saint Raffaello grumbled and dismounted."Maybe this counts as an acceptable reason? I keep feeling that my swordtraining has reached an impasse, which is why I want to fight with thestrongest swordsman I know, and gain some kind of clue in the process —See, if you think about it this way, everything works out now!""You're making things work out too easily! That's why you are the biggestmoron! Anyway, something concerns me."A great sword with a broad blade appeared in Saint Raffaello's hand.It was summoned by magic. The silver blade gave off a chilling sense ofelegance and tenacity, shining brilliantly with power reminiscent of a lion'smajesty.Could this be one of the "Twin Swords of the Lion and the MasterMusician"?"I know you are one of those people for whom words are a waste of time.Salvatore Doni, you are a true genius, a monstrous child of heaven inregard to swords... However, you are not a man who plays games, whatnew technique have you mastered now?"Saint Raffaello pointed her sword at the fort that had been split into two."This is simply..."The beautiful paladino shook her head as giving up all hope.Then she pointed the tip of her sword at Salvatore Doni."This reminds me, your stupidity is so great that not even death can cure it.Let's talk using the blades of our swords. Come, you unworthy idiotdisciple. It's been a while since I gave you a good loving..."A rather strange master-disciple conversation.A formidable battle seemed to be imminent.For young knights, the opportunity to witness such a battle must have beena chance of a life time. However, Erica Blandelli was not one to be satisfiedso easily.Erica felt her gaze unwittingly drawn by the intensely peculiar personalitiesof the master-disciple pair.However, she still had other goals. There was that task she needed toaccomplish."Please wait a moment, Saint Raffaello! It is a pleasure meeting you for thefirst time. I am Liliana Kranjcar, knight belonging to the [Bronze BlackCross]. Today I make my visit for the sake of inheriting the famed twinswords in your possession."Even as Erica recovered her fighting spirit, Liliana was the first to yell outbefore her.She got ahead. Oh well, whatever, as befits my rival. She doesn't want tobe just a bystander either. In that case, let's fight in cooperation.For young upstarts like Erica and Liliana, trying to compete against thismaster-disciple pair required strategy!"I, Erica Blandelli, have also arrived for the same purpose as Dame Lilianahere. So it turns out that Sir Salvatore who came along with us was alsolooking for Madam Saint Raffaello... Due to Sir Salvatore's vaguememories, we still have yet to ascertain the relationship between you two."Erica spoke as she bowed elegantly.Grasp the situation as quickly as possible and change from being abystander to a participant."If possible, as your junior I also wish — ""Pray elucidate the details."Faced with Liliana and Erica's identical requests, Saint Raffaello sighed."Based on your family names, you must be the successors to the Housesof Kranjcar and Blandelli. What a disaster for you to be caught up in thismoron's antics... Salvatore Doni is a knight from Siena. Extremely talentedwith the sword, but a complete failure in magic."Siena was another ancient city in Tuscany along with Florence and Pisa.However, it was definitely not a major center in magic.In Italy, there were a total of seven prestigious magic associations. Rome's[Female Wolf] and [Eagle of the Blue Sky], Turin's [Olden Dame],Florence's [Capital of Lilies], Palermo's [Aegis], and last but not least,Milan's [Copper Black Cross] and [Bronze Black Cross]. Altogether theywere known as the "Seven Sisters."It was common practice for talented young men and women to be recruitedand relocated to these prestigious associations.For example, the one who got along poorly with Erica, Gennaro Gantz,came to Milan from Reggio Calabria a few years ago. All things said, "aknight from Siena" implied that this young man named Doni had neverbrushed shoulders with elites."This fellow came to me a year ago and said 'please teach me a bit ofswordsmanship.' I discovered that he did have some good qualities despitebeing an idiot, so I instructed him for a while. But then he disappeared aftermerely a month."The young man was ruefully scratching his head in response to herreproach."Hmm... I can't really remember. Even if you glare at me with such scaryeyes...""What a troublesome fool. Anyway, you are the fellow with poor intellect,rude manners, and always playing little tricks. The only things you canremember are those related to martial arts. All it took was a month for youto memorize my techniques."Was this the result of his inborn talent?Such arrogance was only permitted for those born with outstandingaptitude. Furthermore, Saint Raffaello had declared in no uncertain termsthat he was a "genius.""Did we have that kind of relationship...? Well, anyway, that has little to dowith our meeting here now."The genius swordsman, who transcended Erica and Liliana's imaginations,spoke to them with a knowing smile."Could you two back off for a while? I should be done in a bit. Anyway,sorry!"The young man signaled with his eyes.Immediately, Doni's right arm began shining with a bright silver luster. Hestabbed the replica sword into the ground and simply pulled it out again.— This resulted in a slash that split the earth apart.The ground beneath Erica and Liliana collapsed and split open. Like themedieval fort just now, the ground was cleanly cut into two.The two surprised girls fell down into the depths of the earth. Due to theground collapsing from the young man's "slash," the girls were sweptunderground together with the debris.Did Salvatore Doni actually overhear Erica and Liliana's speculation about"something underground"?Which is why he forced the two of them down there to prevent them frominterfering in his fight? For his own purpose.A fool in appearance but quite crafty in reality — from this, Erica andLiliana caught sight of another aspect of the young man described by SaintRaffaello."As expected... It's still you after all."The paladino named Saint Raffaello murmured to herself.Salvatore Doni's terrifying ability. Swinging the replica sword with thebrilliantly shining silver arm, the earth was split apart together along withthe underground church.She recognized it for what it was.During the stage in life when she fought under the title of Saint Raffaello,she had often witnessed many examples of such ultimate power.Dejanstahl Voban's manipulation of storms, the army of the dead under hiscommand, and vast empty wastelands the result of incineration by hellfire.Beautiful Cult Leader Luo Hao's unparalleled unarmed might, singingsongs of destruction, scattering otherworldly flowers across the mortalrealm.Graceful Madame Aisha's summoning of eternal spring and endless winter.And now, the "King of Swords" who slices through all existence was born— !"Ahahahahaha! Thanks to this blessing of longevity, even though anunworthy disciple, I now witness the birth of Epimetheus' illegitimate childfrom my lineage! What a surprise!"Saint Raffaello cried out to the silver-armed swordsman."Hey, idiot disciple, what were you doing before your poor little mind lost itsmemory?""Hmm... I feel like I was fighting someone somewhere, but I can't recall thedetails."Doni readied the fake sword as he spoke.Saint Raffaello scoffed at this silly answer."You even forgot how things happened, what a useless idiot disciple. Wellthen, you shall answer with your body... Through actual combat, show methe sword skills of the man who defeated a god!"The great silver sword — the magical Cuore di Leone came swinging.This was a strike from one of the twin swords. Its name implied "soul of thelion." This steel embodied unrelenting valor and carried the attribute ofindestructibility.Doni's silver arm dispelled its brilliance before the magic sword of the lion."Eh, you're not going use your authority? Planning on going easy on ahuman like me? How admirable!""Authorities, whatever, I don't know anything about that. But it's not a battleof sword skills if I use that arm, so it would be meaningless."Using this exchange of dialogue as the signal to begin, the two of themsimultaneously attacked with their swords.Saint Raffaello swung Cuore di Leone upwards in a massive arc, whileDoni slashed with lightning speed along the central approach.Clang! A direct frontal clash.Sword struck sword intensely, and like that the blades slowly inchedtowards their opponents.Had these been ordinary swords, such a violent direct clash would likelysnap the blades outright.For Cuore di Leone, such concerns would have been redundant. Its pliablestructure would not fracture under this level of stress, and even in the offchance that it did break, it could mend itself immediately.On the other hand, Doni was using a mere fake sword. As they pressedtheir blades against each other, delighted smiles surfaced on the faces ofboth swordsmen.Display your skills through fierce attacks like this — Saint Raffaello invitedwith her eyes and Doni nodded lightly in response.The two of them separated their swords and stepped back.One side would strike with the sword, and the other would defend.One side would make a sudden thrust and the other would deflect or guardin response.The two swords clashed and repelled each other repeatedly, sendingsparks flying, trying to prove their superiority.The root of this battle was a primal competitive urge.Whose sword was stronger, faster, sharper —A competition in all such aspects.In terms of "strength" and "gentleness," simply stated, this was a duel of"strength."On the other hand, this battle was obviously not limited to swordsmanship.Saint Raffaello in particular, was a master of knightly techniques thatcombined magic and swordsmanship in battle —"O Steel of the lion, the king of swords that has cut down thousands ofarmored foes!"Cuore di Leone attacked in conjunction with spell words.Her beloved sword was infused with iron alchemy that enhanced itssharpness. Were Doni to take the strike head on like just now, his fakesword would be split into two!Doni suppressed the attack by exhibiting a technique best described as"gentle."Saint Raffaello swung Cuore di Leone down with great force.The fake sword pressed itself against the body of the opponent's blade —rather, they were entangled. The fake sword was now acting like a steelsnake.Cuore di Leone, which should have sliced Doni apart, was deflected offcourse.The fake sword tangled itself around Cuore di Leone like a snake,preventing it from being swung freely.— Against an opponent's force of 100, one shall use a force of 10 toabsorb its power, the way cotton soaks up water, thereby blocking it,defending.A technique of this sort was known as the "dissipating force" amongstChinese martial artists.Simply stated, it was the concept of neutralizing unyielding "strong" forcewith "gentleness."At this time, Salvatore Doni's mind and body had entered a heightenedstate of intense clarity.Pressing his sword tightly against Saint Raffaello's blade, he perturbed hismaster's movements by using the fake sword like a snake to shift her aim,neutralizing the slicing attacks.Rather than focusing on dodging the enemy's attacks, this was activedefense performed with initiative, seeking to discover openings in theopponent's sword techniques —Using "gentleness," Doni was able to overwhelm Cuore di Leone."Not bad, as expected!"Saint Raffaello laughed. Was this enough to seal the lion?Using gentle strength to carry out techniques uniting the strong with thegentle was one of the most wondrous pinnacles of martial achievement.But what about using gentle force to counter gentle force?Saint Raffaello relaxed her body as if it were made of cotton. She began tocontrol the motions of her sword and her entire body like a snake, a leech,or like cotton.Compared to the fake sword moving under Doni's control, the magic swordof the lion flowed gently with greater softness. Its motions were far moreelegant and soothing in comparison.The sword was being swung with elegance as if the renownedRenaissance master Raphael was moving his paintbrush —Indeed, Salvatore Doni was a genius and a blessed child of heaven in hisdisposition towards swords.However, Saint Raffaello was just as talented. Though they may besimilarly gifted in nature, the difference in accumulated experience wasdecidedly vast. Perhaps the unworthy disciple had approached themaster's skill with the "strong" sword, but clearly he had yet to master the"gentle"—Saint Raffaello casually retracted the lion's sword from entanglement fromDoni's snake-like sword.And just as casually, she resumed with a slashing attack.Whenever the elderly master delivered a smooth and unhurried blow, noimpetuous youngster had ever been able to evade... This was one of manylegends passed down in martial circles. Masters who had reached suchheights were virtually unheard of.But of course, it would be most redundant to state that it was perfectlypossible for Saint Raffaello!What are you going to do, unworthy disciple!?Doni's right arm proceeded to shine brightly with a silver luster — is hereally activating his authority?The power to slice apart the ancient fort along with the very earth!? Isn't hecontradicting his prior statement of "that isn't sword skills"?!The shock and surprise stiffened her muscles, causing Saint Raffaello'ssword to delay slightly. The slowly moving sword became even morelanguid in its motion.Taking advantage of this opening, Doni attacked at once, charging with hisbody!The magic sword of the lion was originally going to split Doni in half startingwith his head.However, it only managed to slice off a bit of his scalp, and Doni's bodycontinued to crash towards her.What a decisive and courageous tackle. Rather than swordfighting it wasmore like a rugby move. Saint Raffaello dodged by taking a brisk step tothe side. Thanks to that, the massive idiot's head was not split open.Doni's arm no longer flashed with silver light. It was a feint for he had nointention of using his authority."Y-You damn brat! You social misfit of a human failure! Even so, you wentfurther and abused a swordsman's honor, promising not to use that arm!""But all I did was show it. I didn't actually use it, right?"Saint Raffaello was furious, while Doni was unrepentant.The duel between masters of the sword had become an argument likesquabbling children."Hmph, if that's what you want, I will use all of my weapons."Saint Raffaello dispelled the lion's magic sword. As its replacement, shesummoned the magic sword of the master musician — II Maestro!It was a weapon with a blade like a saber's fitted onto a long shaft like aspear. Resembling the Japanese weapon of the naginata, it was the otherof the twin swords. Its name meant "The Master."The creator of mysterious beauty, this steel was renowned for playingwondrous music, as hidden within it was the spiritual power of the magicmelody.Saint Raffaello effortlessly swung II Maestro.The sound of slicing wind was heard as it slashed at Doni.The motion was as fast as a chilly breeze blowing lightly across highlands.Furthermore, II Maestro's slashing attack was accompanied by the playingof a tempting magic melody.From the steel of the master musician came mysterious tones, whichcaused listening opponents to lose concentration and be overcome withsleepiness, thereby producing openings. This was Saint Raffaello's pridedsecret technique that had placed many a foe at her mercy.If Cuore di Leone was the "strong" sword then II Maestro was the "gentle"magic sword.However, the magic melody did not work against Doni. Like ocean wavescrashing against rocks on the shore, all bewitching effects were deflectedcompletely.As befitted the god-slaying man!Magic was ineffective against a god-slayer after all. In that case, one mustfocus on martial arts!Saint Raffaello began to swing II Maestro even faster.— In close-quarter combat, absolute advantage was held by the one withgreater control over their weapon. No matter what, seizing initiative wasimperative.Of course, there was also the tactic of crashing into the enemy's bosom toenter contact range.However, there was no way Saint Raffaello would let someone beneathher like Doni do that.II Maestro attacked mercilessly in its naginata-like form.Horizontal slash followed horizontal slash. From left to right, diagonally up,diagonally down, straight up, straight down, slashing attacks were sentfrom all angles. Sometimes the blade was even thrust forward in a straightline.Without pausing for a single instant, the series of continuous attacks werelike a storm of steel.Doni desperately tried to overcome the disadvantageous shift in the tide ofbattle, using his sword to defend against II Maestro's thrusts and slashes.Defend, defend, defend!However, Saint Raffaello suddenly changed her rhythm of attack.Twirling around the long-shafted II Maestro, she made use of the oppositeend of the blade, or in other words, the pommel to strike Doni. This was thecritical hit.Having grown accustomed to the previous attack rhythm, Doni was strucksquarely in the temple by the wooden shaft.Hit by an impact equivalent to a splendid hook from a boxer, Doni's bodybegan to sway. His knees hit the ground and his eyes lost focus.Unconscious, eh? However, one cannot be careless until a decisive strikelands with absolute certainty.Saint Raffaello began to swing II Maestro once again.Part 6Tracing back to earlier events, Erica and Liliana had just fallen into a darkplace underground together with a large amount of debris.After hitting the floor, Erica endured the pain and got up.Feeling the ground beneath her feet, it felt like clay tiles which are muchsofter compared to hard slabs of stone or concrete.Her body did not hurt too much, most likely due to the clay tiles absorbingpart of the impact.Relieved, Erica snapped her fingers to perform a [Ghostfire] spell.Four palm-sized blue flames appeared In Erica's surroundings. Beside her,Liliana also got up onto her feet."...As expected, this looks like an underground temple.""Yes. Originally this place was blocked off by a powerful barrier, preventingnormal entry into the grounds."The two of them surveyed their surroundings.The temple was rather spacious — big enough to hold a football match.Going forward, there was an altar in the depths of this church.At the back of the altar was a figure of Jesus Christ on the crucifix.Behind the sculpture was some kind of massive face. It was the demonicdeity Baphomet worshiped by the Knights Templar during the Middle Ages."Since a depiction of Baphomet is here, it must have been constructedduring the Middle Ages.""Yes. The worship of Baphomet in lineages descending from the KnightsTemplar was something that was gradually lost in contemporary times."Erica and Liliana looked upwards.The ceiling was roughly ten-odd meters above the floor. A massive crackcrossed the ceiling, and the debris fallen from above had buried roughly aquarter of the underground church."Lily, by your estimates, how deep are we?""An accurate measure would be impossible of course. A witch's intuitiontells me this should be quite deep. It could very well be equivalent to fouror five floors underground."Magi with a witch's disposition were particularly favored by the earth.Erica shrugged in response to Liliana's answer."Building such a church must have required significant resources. I fearthis place was built by our predecessors the Knights Templar themselves,or a successor of direct lineage."Erica speculated as she walked about, examining the place.One of the reasons why the Knights Templar went into decline was theirindulgence in developing economic power which ran counter to orthodoxChristian ideology.The Knights Templar undertook operations that were essentially finance.Redeemable deposits, loans and financing. Managing the funds of pilgrimssetting off for Jerusalem. Selecting over nine thousand knights fromvarious European orders to come to the Middle East. They also loanedcash and even provided aid to government finances. The Knights Templaracted as a prototype of modern banking."This must have been an important holy sanctum once. Which is why SaintRaffaello has been living in seclusion watching over it... By the way, Lily,what's this?"Erica discovered a book lying at the foot of the sculpture of Christ.The book was rather large in size. The width of the cover was roughly thelength from Erica's elbow to her fingertips while its height was as tall asErica's upper torso.Erica slowly approached this massive book."W-Wait a minute, Erica. I can feel an aura from that book, it could verywell be a sacred treasure with significant history!? Do not recklessly touchsomething so dangerous!""...Your witch's intuition again, right? I am very intrigued."Chirping away like a little bird, Erica completely ignored Liliana's warnings.Approaching the mysterious book, Erica gazed unerringly at the cover.Titled "The Book in Praise of David's Great Works," the book was written inancient Greek.Erica felt herself shudder instinctively. For the grimoire that all knightssought in their dreams to be encountered like this..."Too reckless, Erica Blandelli! Know your plaaaace!"Liliana panted as she ran over to catch up.It was only natural. The childhood friend and rival was not a girl who wouldfail to recognize the value of this book."Correction. It is very likely that Saint Raffaello went into seclusion for thepurpose of guarding this grimoire. That must be why this undergroundchurch with a sturdy barrier was chosen. For the sake of safeguardingbattle magic of the ancient sages — "The one who hid this grimoire was most probably Saint Raffaello. Also,there was Liliana's oracle.Combining these facts, Erica concluded that it was highly unlikely for thisgrimoire to be fake.—"The Book in Praise of David's Great Works"!It held incomparable attraction for magi seeking the pinnacle of the way ofthe knight.For example, there were the [Spell Words of David]. An ancient andpowerful curse that was said to be strong enough to cause injury to HereticGods. Or the [Song of Smiting], the sacred hymn of massacre thatdestroyed the tragic city of Jericho, causing the Midian kings and people tobe annihilated from the face of the earth —"Hey Lily, I have a suggestion..."Erica's voice sounded uncharacteristically like a cat's.Failure was unacceptable. Throughout her entire life, Erica had managedto deceive Liliana Kranjcar countless times, but nevertheless, the successrate was not 100%.One must be cautious and avoid setting off the silver-haired childhoodfriend's sense of justice.On the other hand, such worries might have been redundant.After all, Liliana was staring at the grimoire like a poor child gazing wistfullyat a little trumpet, or more accurately, like Salvatore Doni salivating over asword!Salvatore Doni had just been struck soundly in the temple by SaintRaffaello.It was a heavy blow. His brain felt like it was vibrating, and hisconsciousness was slipping. His knees were wobbling and his body waslosing balance and about to collapse.However, this painful blow managed to awaken something in his mind.— Aaah, it's all coming back.Doni found his memories from the past month surfacing nonstop in hismind.It must have been a museum in Turkey where his body was possessed bythe divine spirit of Saint George. Originally, he had been hired as abodyguard in Rome's Chinatown by an antiques dealer he was acquaintedwith. Then a whole lot happened after that.Controlled by the divine spirit, he went overseas to Ireland, spending hisdays searching for deities and exterminating them.Finally, he discovered the gates of the Fairy Realm which led to theNetherworld. Nuadha, the king of the Tuatha De Danann (Irish deities,basically), manifested there and began to duel one on one against SaintGeorge.In the end, only Saint George's divine spirit was destroyed and Doniregained his freedom. After that, Doni was certain that he had challengedNuadha to a duel —"Traveling back to Italy through the Netherworld, I arrived at that village,was that what happened...?"Doni shook his head in a daze and nodded. After ending the battle with thegod and on the verge of death, there was an impression of speaking to afemale somewhere.'Your memories will be in chaos for a short while after returning to the realworld. Though becoming a god-slayer results in rebirth, incompetent magiwill receive brain damage from the strain of staying in the Boundary of Lifeand Immortality for too long. If that happens, just find someone to give youa good smack on the head!"It sounded like advice from a very frivolous young girl...Anyway, Doni's memory had recovered.Only a fraction of a second had passed since being struck by SaintRaffaello. During this time, his master had swung II Maestro over his head,and was intent on delivering the finishing blow — !Defense and counterattack was necessary.Salvatore Doni had already mastered thousands of techniques that couldbe used in this situation. Using this endless variety of ever-changing swordstyles, he will face his former teacher!— However, the techniques surfacing in his mind suddenly all vanished.— Doni also halted his sword-wielding arm.The sword dangled limply. Abandoning the offensive and defensivemaneuvers that were deemed necessary, the sword only needed to bemoved freely by one's heart."No good... Did I even forget the most important part?"He had encountered Nuadha who wielded the undefeated sword. At thattime, he had awakened a deep revelation that was close to the trueessence of swordsmanship. Right, this was what Salvatore Doni hadhoped for from a duel with Saint Raffaello."...You, did you recover your memories?"Saint Raffaello asked. She seemed to have noticed the change in Doni'sbehavior. Despite having spent only a brief period with him, she was trulythe teacher worthy of the paladino title."Recovering your memories by smacking your head? What a sloppy littlebrat..."Even though she was scolding him, Saint Raffaello's anger seemed tohave subsided."Almost like changing into an entirely different person... You, brat wholoves to show off, finally understood the concept that 'abandoning skills' isalso a 'skill,' right?""Hmm. Well, that's right I guess. From now on, let's really stick to swordsalone."Doni's sword continued to dangle limply as he responded.This posture could be described as stanceless, but precisely because itwas "nothingness" it was open to infinite changes. Countless variety wasnot enough, for truly infinite variation lay in modest simplicity, likecombining yin and yang, melding contradictory elements completely intoone.Now all that was needed was nothingness in the mind.Devoid of thought. Cleared of thought and contemplation —Saint Raffaello made a straight thrust with II Maestro. Doni remained in hismental state of nothingness, swinging his sword upwards. Were this moveto succeed, it would block the strike from below and send II Maestro flyinghigh up into the air...Ka! Ching!The harsh timbre of metal clashing echoed. A conclusion had beenreached.The sword flying high into the air was the fake one — Doni's weapon."...Well, let's call it a day. Are you impressed by my greatness?""Am I that far away from perfecting it? Sometimes I can use it well butother times it doesn't work."As his master declared with pride, Doni muttered to himself as he shookhis head."Purely in regard to swords, it is my victory without a doubt. You are stilltoo lacking in experience... However, as a side note, experiencing a fewmore battles of this sort will greatly help your training."Saint Raffaello's advice carried a terrifying sort of certainty."That said, had it been a fight to the death, with 99% certainty it wouldhave been your victory. Hey Doni, in that decisive moment, did the thoughtof "I might die" ever cross your mind?""Now that you mention it, never. Why?""Sure enough, you're still a moron. You usurped the divine authority toslice through anything — if you really used that then I would have nochance of victory... I am absolutely certain, you really could use thatagainst me without any hesitation."Criticized by his master, Doni began to pout."Hmm, even though I'm just a rookie amongst knights, I intend to keep mypromise of 'only swords' no matter what.""Yeah right! As if one could expect the fair spirit of competition from afellow who can slay gods!"Having known quite a few Campiones, the paladino asserted."Don't even think you can obtain the secret art of nothingness so easilyfrom the victory over Nuadha. Well then, Doni, if you really want to masterthe sword skills of nothingness, you must fight enemies of an equal orhigher level, and reach the mental realm of serene nothingness in theprocess. Only then can it become yours as if it were a part of your fleshand blood.""Enemies of an equal or higher level?""Of course. That means gods or your peers, the Campiones."Thus the "King of Swords," Salvatore Doni, was set loose upon the earth,causing direct and indirect hardship and suffering to countless others as aresult of his eccentric behavior.The culprit who had offered such brilliant advice, frowned and murmured toherself."By the way, those Kranjcar and Blandelli girls probably got injured a little.And of all places you could have driven them, you had to pick the worstone! That girl in particular is not an easy one to handle. If only she was thesame type as this idiot here!""Seems like the battle has ended...""Wow. What an amazing fight..."Having witnessed most of the duel, Erica and Liliana whispered to eachother.The two of them were still in the underground church. Liliana had releasedthe Witch's Eye to scout out the subterranean passage which was ascomplicated as mountain caves. The observed images were projected ontothe surface of magically conjured water.Completely memorizing the layout, Erica was able to deduce theunderground structure.With that, the two of them were able to find an escape route with shockingspeed.Once the Witch's Eye reached the surface, they were able to observe thedeadly duel between Saint Raffaello and the young man named Doni.Since the spell only enhanced vision, they were unable to catch thedialogue.Nevertheless, Erica and Liliana were able to fully grasp how amazing theyoung man named Doni was."Despite various concerns, our first priority should be getting back up."Liliana nodded in agreement with Erica's opinion....Two hours later, Saint Raffaello welcomed the two as they reached thesurface. Standing slovenly behind the paladino was the young man namedDoni, lovingly embracing the fake sword."It's been a while, Madam Saint Raffaello, and Sir Salvatore — I expressmy utmost apologies for failing to greet Your Highness the sixth Campionewith timeliness."Erica bowed with prim and proper etiquette. It was neither yieldingsubserviently nor lacking in manners.It was behavior performed with the esteem of the House of Blandelli."I believe the birth of Italy's god-slayer is a cause for celebration. We, the[Bronze Black Cross], will surely send our commander-in-chief for a formalgreeting in the near future. But for now, please accept my salutations."Likewise, Liliana also performed a knight's greeting readily.Truly the awe-inspiring and upfront words of a soldier.Since the Witch's Eye did not offer sound, they had not heard theconversation between Doni and Saint Raffaello. However, the many cluesin the situation were more than enough to ascertain Salvatore Doni's trueidentity."They're talking to you, moron.""Eh? Why do you have to be so respectful? Ah, you are Elenoa Blindelliand Lilana Kuronikor, right? I just recovered my memory, thank you foreverything you've done so far!"Prompted by his teacher, the young Devil King spoke foolishly.Better keep a good distance from him, Erica silently vowed to herself.He looks like an idiot, and does act foolishly after all, but one would neverexpect him to be a monster.Getting too close to him will definitely be bad luck!Thus, it was about time to get going. Erica signaled to Liliana with hereyes.Bid our leave with proper manners and make a run for it!"How clever of you to discern Doni's identity without any explanation.However, there are still certain things you overlooked. So you two wereable to use the spell of [Transcription] in such short time?"As Saint Raffaello spoke, the two froze in their tracks.Amazingly observant. Their respect for their great predecessor grew inleaps and bounds....[Transcription] was high level magic that enhanced one's memory for ashort period of time, allowing one to memorize read texts. Erica and Lilianahad split the duties and memorized half of "The Book in Praise of David'sGreat Works" each to take back to the surface."M- Mad am Saint Raffaello, we absolutely did not do this out of disrespectfor you. No matter what, no knight can resist that kind of temptation — !""Sigh. Fine, I shall let you have this in exchange."Disregarding Liliana's frantic apology, Saint Raffaello extended an openpalm. On it was a key made of iron."This is the key to a little church in Florence! Labyrinthian catacombs liebeneath it, guarded by many traps. My armory is there. Take this, go thereand pick out what you like!"Saint Raffaello informed them with an anguished expression.Eh? The silver-haired childhood friend exclaimed in confusion.Erica proceeded to nod in agreement at the generous terms offered bySaint Raffaello. Surely, the renowned twin swords, the magic swords ofCuore di Leone and II Maestro must lie in that armory!"W-What on earth is going on, Erica?""In other words, Madam Saint Raffaello is bestowing the twin swords uponus in exchange for dispelling the [Transcription] spell. I think it was not rightfor us to harbor such desires, so this is just as well.""...Hey Master, if you summon the swords now then there's no need toexchange, right?""Hmph, that armory has all sorts of devices for repelling invaders, you thinkit's that easy to get there!? Furthermore, if that girl is skilled enough thenshe should fight her way in there by all means!"The paladino retorted childishly at her disciple's question.Hearing that, Erica proposed cleverly and cautiously:"I look forward to the trial that awaits me in my quest for outstandingweapons. However, if I may, I wish to make one request to Madam SaintRaffaello.""Request?""Yes, we hope you can grant leniency towards the portions Dame Lilianaand I memorized by our own efforts without using spells."Liliana was speechless at this proposal.The very first part they read was the portion that could be memorizedquickly. This included the [Spell Words of David] left behind by the ancienthero that were powerful enough to cause injury to gods — this was theportion for which Erica was requesting leniency.Tsk, whatever! Saint Raffaello began to yell as if throwing a tantrum."Hey Doni, I'm going to give you a grimoire for safekeeping! Take care of itdiligently! Hmm, giving it directly to you makes me feel uneasy, so betterfind someone trustworthy later! Tsk, I'm not going to take up the role ofwatching over that book ever again! What a pain!""Uh, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand, Master."Once again, they were at the Porta San Giovanni.Erica and Liliana had returned to the city gates of San Gimignano.They had arrived here after handling various matters and bidding farewellto Sir Salvatore and Saint Raffaello."Sorry to have you wait, Erica What do you think?""Oh my, imitating Saint Raffaello's look isn't bad. Rather, it actually suitsyou quite well."The two girls had decided to take a break and were having coffee in town.After borrowing the washroom, Liliana had returned with a new hairstyle.Her long silver hair was now tied in a ponytail. Witnessing her childhoodfriend's change in appearance, Erica offered her opinion withoutreservation."Really? Yes, to be honest, I also think it suits me well!"Liliana nodded with excitement.Discovering the grimoire was already exciting enough, but encounteringher idol seemed to have made her even more high-strung. As preparationsbefore their next adventure, it was not a bad sign.Erica gazed at the key given by Saint Raffaello."So, let's start preparing for the catacombs beneath Florence. Surely wemust get our hands on those two magic swords, and let no one in Italy beignorant of our talent.""Ah, I hope so... Well, on the other hand."Liliana nodded then sighed."Earning some sort of merit may bring fame, but everything pales incomparison to the shocking news of the birth of a Campione. Who couldhave expected someone like that to slay a god successfully...""Furthermore, I wonder what kind of god did he fight..."The young man they parted with not too long ago.Recalling his unprecedented behavior, the two girls were deeplyimpressed....At that moment, Liliana's cellphone began to ring."Esteemed Grandfather? Excuse me for a bit, Erica. What is going on?Eh? The Marquis wishes to gather us witches and miko?"After a brief conversation, Liliana hung up the phone.Hearing words she could not turn a deaf ear towards, Erica decided toinquire without hesitation."What happened? The one you and Grandfather Kranjcar referred to asthe Marquis — so it turns out to be related to Marquis Voban?""Uh, yes," replied Liliana with a hesitant expression."Recently, the Marquis apparently has a need for several dozens of miko. Itold Grandfather that I would head over there together with you once wefinish things here.""The Marquis says he needs miko? The intentions of the Great Devil Kingof the Balkans are certainly difficult to surmise."Salvatore Doni and Dejanstahl Voban.The ritual summoning of Siegfried that would become the source of conflictbetween two Devil Kings. As yet unaware of the causes of that incident,the two girls began to discuss their means of transport towards Florence.Erica proposed hiring a car and a driver, while Liliana expounded on thevirtues of the public bus system's timeliness and cost effectiveness.Stubbornly refusing to back down, the two of them continued to bicker withgreat intensity.References1 . t Claiomh Solais: The "Sword of Light" or "Shining Sword", one ofthe "Four Treasures of the Tuatha DeDanann"http://en. wikipedia.org/wiki/Cla%C3%ADomh_Solais2. t Tuatha De Danann: They are the Irish gods. Later they movedunderground and became fairy-likebeings. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuatha_De_Danann

Chapter 3 - The Knights and the Sword TrialPart 1That human kept opposing him with wonderful tenacity.As leader of the divine beings called Danann, he swung an invinciblesword.He was a king and a warrior, a mighty god. His opponent, although hard tobelieve, was no hero. The blond man was not even a mage.But the long spear swung by that human showed splendid skill.He could give high praise to the martial arts that child of man had learned."Let us stop this, you who are destined to die. However hard you try tofight, it will not change my victory. Saint George, who brought you to thisother world, has already perished. He passed, leaving nothing but thatspear. Even if you follow him in death, you can choose a gentler way."Thrust, slash, swipe.The human's spearmanship was ever-changing. There was not a singlemediocre attack.But he did not bother with them one by one. Moving his sword and armpurely by reflex, he warded them all off.Alas, child of man, your enemy is an unrivaled invincible god.Most likely the human had used up all of the skills he had learned.Gradually he cast technique aside and simply thrust the spear. Aiming athis — the god's body, he thrust out the spearhead with a clear heart.Again and again, he foolishly repeated it. With a clear heart. With a clearmind. Not thinking, not feeling anything.Or maybe combat experience had made him realize the most difficultsecret along the martial path, that of attaining the mental realm of serenityand nothingness.If that was the case, this human held unimaginable talent.Splendid. He smiled.The spear the human wielded sent the invincible sword in his hands flying.The sword danced high through the air and fell at the human's feet.However, Saint George's spear which had allowed this exploit had beensmashed to pieces. Before reaching its end it had saved the humanwarrior. Repelling his sword was truly worthy of praise."Your master George has perished and you have reached your limit.Therefore, child of man, your hope has already vanished.""...Nahh. We're just starting. With this I can finally fight for real."The blond human stretched his hand out towards the sword sticking in theground before him.Claiomh Solais [1] .He gripped the otherworldly steel that should be handled by the lord of theTuatha De Danann^ and took it."Spears aren't bad, but this type of thing is still better. If I don't lay myhands on a weapon like this, I can never get fired up enough to enter mytruly serious mode. Sorry, but I'll be borrowing your sword."He was striving for victory, fighting to the very end.Commendable spirit. It was truly magnificent fearlessness. Or maybe hewas just a moron.In reality, a mortal human should not be able to handle that sword. Heshouldn't be able to use it as a simple blade, to say nothing of the divinepower hidden inside. Well, it might be useful as a steel club...He called a new sword into his hands and casually took a stance.Although not as much as his shining sword, it was sharp. With this hewould bring death to the fool who challenged a god. It was the least hecould do for that idiotic hero.The god and the simple human crossed blades, fighting between life anddeath.After a long, long time, a winner was finally decided and the duel came to aclose. The tale to be told this time takes place after this event.Part 2The refreshing early summer atmosphere of June was hanging over thehills of Tuscany."It's not too bad after all. If only the one accompanying me wasn't you."The current location was the southern gates of Porta Romana at theancient city of Florence.As the car continued along its way, swathes of farmland soon came intoview.This scenery of green rolling hills covering the landscape was unique toTuscany. This was the time of year before the arrival of the mercilesssummer heat, and the air was filled with joy as it came rushing through theopen windows of the car."Hey Gennaro, you should be a relatively sensitive person. Isn't this awonderful occasion?""So annoying! You are a little girl who chatters away without end!"Roaring at the graceful Erica Blandelli was the driver, an unrefined man.Gennaro Gantz.A Great Knight belonging to the magic association, the [Copper BlackCross].His massive bearded appearance was full of solemnity and completelyconcealed his mere age of nineteen. One could easily mistake him fortwenty-five or six in age. He was not very tall but extremely well built. Apatterned bandanna, wrapped around his head, made him look like apirate who had jumped out from a movie screen."If it wasn't our great leader Paolo who made the request, 'Please give myniece a ride,' and therefore impossible to refuse, I wouldn't have saidsomething like 'Leave it all to me!' without a thought!""Precisely, your inability to come up with a pertinent manner of refusalshows how slow-witted you are. Truly hopeless."Retorting at nineteen-year-old Gennaro, Erica was only twelve at the time.However, her adult-like beauty and slender figure as well as lady-likedemeanor were not typical of her age."Since I have no wish for you to drive and you don't want to be anywherenear me, look, our interests are aligned. But you have agreed to Uncle'srequests twice already... How about it, let me give you a lesson on thebasics of social etiquette right now?""Give me a break, I'll never be able to remember your sharp-tonguedmanner of speech!"Erica was not sitting on the passenger side next to the driver but on one ofthe back seats.Obviously, it was to avoid sitting beside Gantz.Both of them were knights and members of the [Copper Black Cross].In the world of magi in southern European countries like Italy and Spain,"knights" meant Templar Knights. Of course, the real Order of the KnightsTemplar recorded in history — the "Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and ofthe Temple of Solomon" had already disbanded in the early fourteenthcentury.However, a small number of people survived.There were those who inherited their magic and martial arts, as well asthose who inherited their wealth.These people, who continued to call themselves "knights," were not simplymagi but also special ability users skilled in martial arts and pridingthemselves on their noble spirit of chivalry.(Originally, Templar Knights were supposed to be members of Christianmonastic orders — commonly called monks, but this distinction blurredover time, allowing women like Erica to become knights. The originalKnights Templar did not accept women as members.)Whether Erica or Gantz, both were comrades who aspired to the sameideals of chivalry.But their fundamental incompatibility could not be overcome.Born in Reggio Calabria on the southern tip of the Italian peninsula, Gantzwas a wild and rough but good man with a kind heart. On the other hand,Erica was an elegant young beauty born and raised in the northern Italianmetropolis of Milan, as well as being the little princess of the prestigiousHouse of Blandelli (and even tracing their ancestry to a Devil KingCampione).The difference in upbringing was an unbridgeable gulf.Furthermore, as the closest rivals, the two of them were inevitably going tocompete for the [Diavolo Rosso] position. This was the title of the premierknight representing the [Copper Black Cross].They were members of the [Copper Black Cross], one of the top magicassociations in the world.On the other hand, not all members were Italians.Particularly for talented members amongst the core leadership, many wererecruited from various countries. However, it was customary for thecommander-in-chief and the [Diavolo Rosso] to be selected from Italians.And amongst the young and talented destined to rise to ranks of the coreleadership, Erica and Gantz were the only two Italian-born knights.This was the fundamental reason why they always maintained theirdistance from each other.The present generation's [Diavolo Rosso], Paolo Blandelli, was Erica'suncle.His request for Gantz to take care of his niece must have been an attemptto improve relations between the young candidates for core leadership... Itcarried such sentiments.— But anyway, the sports car driven by Gantz was now racing across theTuscan fields.Their destination was a village roughly twenty minutes away from Florence.This was an old monastery probably established during the Middle Ages.Rumored to have been built as a stronghold, its surrounding stone wallswere of sturdy construction.After Gantz stopped the car on the outskirts of the premises, Erica got offtogether with her baggage."The means of return has already been prepared so there is no need foryou to wait here. I wish you well, Gennaro. Though it wasn't a delightfuljourney, it is necessary to express thanks for your efforts.""If you want to say thanks, be more upfront with it! Bye!"Gantz left and drove off in a hurry.Erica walked towards the monastery.Her extraordinary talent had already been recognized at the age of twelve,and she had been officially awarded the title of "Knight" two weeks earlier.Receiving a blessing at this place was customary for new inductees likeher....In that case, that other girl was likely here as well.She had heard that there was another who received the title around thesame time at another magic association, the [Bronze Black Cross]."Just as I thought, exactly as predicted."A familiar girl was standing there in the garden of the monastery.The beautiful silver hair was kept straight and long. Delicate facial beautymade for a perfect combination with the slender and glamorous figure,producing an appearance akin to a fairy descending upon the mortal realmfrom the moon. However, the girl's profile revealed a stern expression.Despite her young age, her eyes shone with a resolute luster of knightlypride.Like Erica, she was twelve years old.Similarly, she was a prodigy from a prestigious magic association based inMilan.Standing before Erica was Liliana Kranjcar whom she had already knownfor the past ten years."Greetings, Lily. Truly, our fates are bound together tightly as ever.""...Please do not call me using such an intimate nickname. Furthermore,our meeting here is not coincidence. Instead, it should be described asinevitable. You too, came here to receive the 'sword'?"Her stiff manner of speech suited neither her age nor her gender.This was, of course, part of Liliana's personality, which Erica smilinglyaccepted.The silver-haired childhood friend was flawless in appearance and intellect,but lacked lady-like aspirations. She would make a good knight, a goodwife and a good mother, but she would never become a flower of the courtlike a salon patroness."Yes, it is exactly as you say, Lily.""Hmph... I already reminded you and here you go acting intimately withoutany mindfulness."Whether Erica, who never changed her ways, or Liliana, set in herdispleased expression, both of them were here for the same purpose.It was customary for new knights in northern Italy to be bestowed theirpersonal sword at this San Gilardino Monastery (of course, it was limited tojust the knights of the seven prestigious magic associations).Weapons used by knights were all specially crafted.Taking steel smelted through alchemy, master craftsmen forged andpolished them into blades further strengthened through alchemy — onlysuch swords and spears were worthy of being treasured.Ever since ancient times, this monastery had been the holy sanctum whereyoung knights were bestowed with weapons and blessed.It was said that the Medici family in Florence at the height of theRenaissance was already managing this industry."Having been summoned here specially, allow me to express my deepestgratitude. Erica Blandelli pays her respects today as invited."Noticing the approaching monk, Erica greeted gracefully.Since she was visiting as a knight, vulgar behavior would not be tolerated.Erica Blandelli's assertive yet graceful personality made her the center ofattention in the vast majority of situations."I am the eldest daughter of the Kranjcar family, Liliana. I shall be in yourcare."In comparison, Liliana's greeting lacked individuality and commonpleasantries.Despite being a knight with a witch's disposition, as well as possessinggreat potential rivaling Erica's, she only applied herself towards being asoldier no matter what."For a long time, I have heard much about you two prodigies of Milan."The monk in a black habit was a man in his prime who replied calmly to thetwo girls' greetings.Despite the loose fitting garment, it was apparent that the man's physiquewas very well-trained.From his approaching footsteps and the manner he carried himself, hisextraordinary martial arts was readily apparent. As befitted the leader ofthe monastery of swords."It is truly delightful to witness such outstanding talent from the two girlshailing from prestigious families. This monastery will perform the blessingsfor the award ceremony and bestow weapons worthy of chivalric honor.May you one day follow in the footsteps of our predecessor SaintRaffaello.""Yes, in order to become a praiseworthy knight, I shall strive to improvemyself."Liliana bowed her head in response to the monk's polite words.Doing everything by the book was in her character. But acting in allseriousness did not suit Erica, who wanted to say something moreinteresting."As newcomers like us, I am extremely touched by this rare occasion... Bythe way, speaking of following in the footsteps of Saint Raffaello, it wouldbe most delightful if we can begin emulating with the "Blessing of theSword" ceremony.""Oh?"The monk showed emotion for the first time, smiling wryly in response toErica's politely delivered words of audacity.At the same time, Liliana was frowning beside her."Wait a minute, Erica. What is the meaning of such shameless words?""My, Lily, what adversarial interpretations. Listen well then, our esteemedmonk here asked us to 'walk in the footsteps of Saint Raffaello,' right? Thatmeans learning from the great lady swordsman, the one who received the'Position of the Knight of the Holy Grail,' as well as being the highestranking Templar Knight."The title of the premier knight at Erica's [Copper Black Cross] was the[Diavolo Rosso].[Saint Raffaello] was also a title of similar nature.The Florentine association [Capital of Lilies] bestowed the title on the theirmost gallant knight. The present generation Saint Raffaello was a woman.Though she had retired from the front lines long ago, she was stillconsidered Europe's strongest swordsman."Due to Saint Raffaello's outstanding swordsmanship, a special exceptionwas made and two swords were bestowed instead of one, becoming alegend passed down in this monastery.""That's right, it's the Twin Swords of the Lion and the Master Musician."Erica's eloquence forced the monk's wry smile to become even moresevere.Finally, Liliana erupted in an expression full of anger and glared at Ericafuriously."So in other words, Dame Erica, let us imitate the story of Saint Raffaelloand bestow you with two swords, how about that?""Please do not joke of such matters! No matter how much you wish tofollow in the footsteps of the great knight, going that far would be toodisrespectful!"" — No, I was not suggesting that. Besides, it would be too impertinent."Met with their objections, Erica's beautiful face smiled like the devil.This was completely unexpected. This was Erica Blandelli, the one whoalways accomplished what no one could predict."A few years ago just before her retirement, Saint Raffaello paid thismonastery a visit, bearing her two bestowed swords. Back then, she said'rather than have these two swords accompany an old lady like me, whynot give them a more befitting mission of helping young knights in theiradventures?"'With that, she had returned the two famous magic swords."Having learned of the above story, we, Erica Blandelli and her ally, LilianaKranjcar, wish to come here as the new masters of the twin swords."With extravagant words, she expressed her wish.The elderly Saint Raffaello had exited the world stage a long time ago.(To be precise, she belonged to the same era as Italy's highest rankedwitch, Lucretia Zola.)The anecdote of her retirement was picked up while researching the detailsof various top European magi."Seeking to receive two swords at once like Saint Raffaello would, ofcourse, be too impertinent. However, if we were each to receive one of thetwin swords left behind by the great predecessor, there is nothingimpertinent about inheriting her will. I implore you to satisfy my wish."After all, if a sword was to be bestowed, it was only natural to wish for abetter one.Erica had planned this from the start. Taking into account that Lilianahappened to be around to satisfy the requirement for the twin swords, itwas perfect.However, the silver-haired childhood friend and rival still bore anexpression of displeasure.She was struggling against opposing emotions — anger at being used byErica's scheming on one hand, and intense temptation offered by SaintRaffaello's twin swords on the other."I see. I now understand Dame Erica's wish."The monk went from a wry smile to a complete laugh. What was going tohappen next?The famous "Twin Swords of the Lion and the Master Musician"reappearing in the world once more and bestowed upon new users —such an event could not possibly happen without widespread report."However, in actual fact there are conditions here that you two may notknow. The great one has retired in seclusion in the vicinity of Florence. Inresponse, this monastery proposed to her the following — we entrustedSaint Raffaello with the twin swords again together with the task ofpersonally testing prospective new users to see if they were worthy ofreceiving the swords and continuing her legend."So that was how things worked. It required meeting the legendary paladinofor her personal approval.Erica nodded arrogantly, while Liliana suddenly became greatly emotional."What... Not only do I get to meet Saint Raffaello, but also the chance toinherit her magic sword — What are you dallying for, Erica, hurry and let usset off now!""What's come over you, Lily, with this sudden motivation?"The unexpected intensity of her childhood friend's enthusiasm seemed tobe slightly ruining Erica's mood."I have always wished to follow the same path as my admired idol, SaintRaffaello. Though it is with great reluctance that I yield to your connivingschemes, it is of no importance at this time. Let us go meet herimmediately! Go!"" Well, I see now."Once roused, Liliana's passion knew no bounds. The silver-hairedchildhood friend essentially acted in complete accordance with Erica'spredictions.Though manipulating her was a simple matter, there were times when sheexceeded expectations. In those occasions, even Erica found it difficult tokeep her in check. It was exactly like the type of girl who is sosimpleminded that she is impossible to understand and unexpectedlydifficult to handle."So, esteemed monk, where does Saint Raffaello live?""For real...? Actually, we don't know either."The monk gave a perfunctory answer to Liliana's impatient question."Saint Raffaello apparently thinks that this sort of information should befound out by yourself. That is why she disappeared into seclusion withoutletting us know.""Oh my... this turns out to be unexpectedly challenging."Erica smiled, intent on taking on the unforeseen challenge.There were many villages and roads scattered across the countryside inthe surroundings of Florence. Trying to find a woman whose name andface were unknown would prove to be quite a troublesome chore.However, this was welcomed. This kind of trouble, I shall overcome asmany of them as they present themselves."Other than us, have there been any others who sought the twin swords?"Liliana posed another question to the monk."Quite a few. However, almost all of them gave up because they wereunable to locate Saint Raffaello.""Almost all... In other words, there were exceptions?""Yes, one. No one could have expected such an idiot to succeed.However, that fellow was not seeking to inherit the twin swords. All hewanted was to meet Saint Raffaello."The monk cast aside his strict tone of voice for once, using the word "idiot.""His swordsmanship was truly exceptional. Yes, having witnessed the skillof so many masters, I've never seen anyone like him. However, he was acomplete failure in magic. With such low ability, he was never regarded asa successor candidate in the first place."So that was what happened. Erica nodded.No matter what, it was useful to know that someone had once succeeded.In that case, surely she can do the same. Erica's lips naturally shapedthemselves into a glamorous smile.It was neither a noblewoman's smile nor a devil's mischievous smile.Rather, it was more like a lioness' smile. An expression fitting for thebeautiful female knight about to undertake a difficult and risky challenge.— At this time, an unexpected intruder appeared.A young man had squirmed his way through the gates of the monastery.He was a handsome man with well-proportioned facial features and messyblonde hair, but looked rather haggard and lacking in ambition. Despite hisslim physique, it was clear that his body had undergone intense training.Around twenty in age or so, he was from the same generation as GennaroGantz. Dressed casually in a half-sleeved t-shirt and cotton shorts,everything was wide open and in a tattered disheveled state.This young man was walking unsteadily with no strength in his steps."This man?! ...What a coincidence. Returning here again after one year."Muttering softly, the monk approached the young man.Liliana went over to inquire about the situation."Is he affiliated with this place? I've never seen him amongst the monks.""No, but he is related to the current conversation. He is the hopeless idiotmentioned just now. The method he used was to visit each of the nearbyvillages, and against every single female he encountered — even younggirls and old ladies without exception — he would swing a wooden branch,saying that out of these hundred and seventy people, the one who dodgedhis strike must be Saint Raffaello. That is why we call him the hopelessidiot."Well, he did withdraw all attacks on contact. The fact that no one was hurtwas rather laudable.Explaining this, the monk sighed.Liliana went "Huh?" with a shocked expression. Erica too, agreed that hewas an idiot, for it was quite a surprise that such a dangerous man was notarrested by the police...However, it stood as fact that such an unbelievable method succeeded.Because she was — rather, precisely because she was the brilliantlytalented Erica, such a ridiculous idea never occurred to her."Hey, what is going on!? What on earth happened!?"The young man did not respond to the monk's questions.Instead, he fell over headlong, losing consciousness. The monk franticallyhurried over and started examining the young man's body.Was injury or disease the cause? The conclusion was neither.The young man's stomach gave off an enormous rumble. Apparently hehad fainted from hunger."Scaring others for no reason just like before... Hmm? What, this woundis?"The monk's gaze focused on the upper body which had been undressedfor examination. There was an enormous red-black scar where the rightarm connected to the shoulder.It looked like the entire right arm had been amputated and welded backtogether —A strange and horrifying sight. An ominous feeling, as well as a mysteriousand incredible scar.Part 3"Ah, so full now, I'm so grateful."The young man was wolfing food down with a delighted voice.In the modest kitchen of the monastery, plates on the workbenches werefilled with hard bread local to the region of Tuscany.Then there were bottles of unlabeled red wine fermented in the village.Both were provided by the monks."Then having expressed my thanks, it would be even more perfect if Icould have some meat and vegetables here. For me, right now,carbohydrates are not really enough...""Regrettably, today's food has all been consumed."The monk spoke casually unlike the way he was talking to Erica andLiliana earlier."We've never gone out to buy other stuff, so give it up... By the way, wherehave you been and what have you been doing all this time? A year ago,after you found Saint Raffaello, you were clearly training under her for awhile, but disappeared after a month.""Haha... That's it, so that's what I did, maybe.""This fellow never talks seriously, just like before! Respond seriously tome!"The monk started to get annoyed at the young man's stupid face.But the young man remained unfazed and calmly wiped his mouth with anapkin."I am being serious in my own way. Well, let's put that aside for now, it'stime to get going.""What?""My first priority is to recover the state of my body. I will gladly express mythanks for your hospitality, someday... But first, I need to find some placebetter stocked in food."The young man got up and quickly left the kitchen."So, I'll be going now, bye!"The young man's footsteps were as quick and light as the spring breeze.Calling out was not going to delay his departure. Erica and Lilianaexchanged glances as they observed quietly."Esteemed monk, we will also take our leave.""We will surely obtain Saint Raffaello's approval and return with the twinswords. When that time comes, please bestow the blessing upon us."The two knight inductees got up from the table and bid their respectivefarewells.Liliana rigidly adhering to preset forms, while Erica was as glamorous as anoblewoman. The monk smiled wryly as he prayed for their safety."On the battlefield, only unparalleled speed is truly invincible. Taking actionswiftly and never letting fortune slip by — such spirit and initiative isadmirable. But that man is too much of a fool, but at the same time,someone extraordinary. Please take care."Those were the monk's final words as he saw the two girls off from themonastery."Hey, wait up! Where on earth are you going?"Erica yelled at the young man who was hurrying on his way ahead.As he walked briskly along the dirt road in the countryside, his blonde hairwas shaking side to side."Umm... Sorry, who are you people again?""I am Liliana Kranjcar, knight of the [Bronze Black Cross], this one here isErica Blandelli of the [Copper Black Cross].""Hmm, sounds a bit familiar, did I remember wrong?"The young man looked bewildered after Liliana announced their names."There's some kind of familiar feeling.""We just met at the monastery. Standing next to the monk.""Oh, so that's why you look so familiar!"The young man looked very laid back, but did not seem to be lying.Could he really have forgotten faces he had met mere minutes ago?"I'm sorry, I'm someone who's not very good at remembering names andfaces — that's what I believe. It's like those kinds of memories aresometimes there, sometimes not.""Why are you talking about yourself as if commenting on another person...""Well, you know, it's surprisingly difficult for humans to look objectively atthings related to themselves. So it's not a bad idea to practice this kind ofthing.""Even so, for memories to become fuzzy after a mere five minutes, it isvery problematic!"Liliana angered for the first time at the young man's lack of serious attitude.However, this kind of conversation was not going to lead to any progress."You said you wanted more to eat, so where are you going exactly?""Hmm, I still haven't figured that out yet."The young man complained about his hunger in response to Erica's nosyquestion."In truth, I am actually quite poor, there's not too many coins left in mypockets.""Well, that was pretty much what I expected."Liliana whispered softly as she stared at his appearance.He had no belongings other than the t-shirt and the cotton shorts he waswearing, not even a bag. Besides, if he were flushed with cash, he wouldnot have reached such a famished state in the first place."So, I just thought of a perfect plan to get myself a full meal despite beingpenniless. Listen well, first I will wander around the area to find localresidents and yell out names of single women.""...You know a lot of people in this neighborhood?"The young man standing before her seemed rather incompetent?Liliana questioned with eyes full of doubt."No, I don't know anyone here, but it doesn't matter. Francesca, Gianna,whatever, just call out a random name. I will pretend... that I mistook themfor someone I know and use the opportunity to strike up conversation,gradually get familiar and becoming more and more engaged. Once thetime is ripe, when mouths are dry and stomachs are empty, I will graduallymake my way into the home of this single lady, and sit down for a deliciousmeal."A perfect plan? How naive of this young man to conclude.Erica coughed deliberately before offering her opinion."In that case, there is an even faster method. If you wish, come togetherwith us to a nearby restaurant — how about that?"Thus, the three of them sat down at a restaurant in the village.Soon after, their orders arrived and covered the table: pasta with tomatosauce, mushroom and cheese pizza, fried rabbit and beef, cow offal stew,a large bowl of salad, and a complete set of white wine, rose wine, redwine and soda water.All this was essentially swept away by the blonde young man.Normally, someone who had fainted from hunger would eat somethingeasily digestible to avoid straining the stomach.However, this young man wolfed down everything in huge mouthfulswhether it was cheese, meat, deep-fried, or alcohol. What an amazingdigestive system. Back in the monastery's kitchen, it was already apparentfrom the way he casually cleared out the bread that was hard as rock(usually eaten with sauce or gravy)."Yes yes, now this is what I call being alive!"The young man smiled as he exclaimed.A cheerful and delightful smile, but also incredible in the way it felt like amonster's."By the way, we still have not asked for your name yet, right?"Liliana's question made him pause in his conquest of food."...Name?""Yes, having been edified by Saint Raffaello, you must also be a knight,right? Next comes the most important question, that great person — therespected master who instructed you, could you tell us the location of herresidence?""Master? Residence?""Yes, we must meet Saint Raffaello no matter what!"Liliana questioned with great intensity of emotion. What kind of answer wasshe going to receive?Erica shrugged sarcastically beside her."Saint Raffaello... The name seems kind of familiar. Was this person reallymy master? Then what about my own name eh, name... name, hmm."The young man spoke rather intriguing words, and began to enter deepthought with a frown."Please do not joke around. You cannot mean to say you have evenforgotten your own name?""Hmm, that does seem to be the case."The young man answered in earnest in response to Liliana's interrogation."I think I've lost my memory. I can't recall my name or what I've been doinglately. What's this? My memories of what I did in this neighborhood are sovague."In the end, the restaurant conversation concluded with nothing achieved,except for treating the young man to a sumptuous meal."Thank you all! May God be with you!"Thus, the young man shamelessly walked away.Treated to a meal by two twelve-year-old girls, that was all he expressed.It was now readily apparent why the monk had been repeating commentslike "idiot" and "unbelievable fellow." His personality was way tooshameless."...Erica, you were uncharacteristically reticent just now, what is going on inyour mind?"Outside the restaurant, the young man had departed with footsteps like thewind.Watching him leave, Liliana questioned Erica."Oh? Lily noticed?""Of course, you could not possibly let a caught fish go so easily withoutdoing anything. Just now you hardly said a word, and when that manfinished eating, all you did was watch, right?"Erica smiled in response to her childhood friend's accusation.As expected of my rival, she discerned my true intentions without fail."Hey, do you still remember how I excused myself for a brief momentduring the meal?""Ah, did you do something bad during that time?"While the young man was focused entirely on eating, Erica had randomlyexcused herself at one point."Based on the result, the answer is no. I was hiding far in the distance,casting the magic of [Sleeping Powder] on that glutton."Exactly as the name implied, this was magic for making someone fallasleep.Though very versatile in its wide-ranging applications, this magic had noeffect if the target was wary in any way. Even ordinary people wouldrecover swiftly after feeling sleepy.However, there should be no problem against someone delightfully stuffinghis face in such a state."In such an unwary state, he should have simply gone to sleep? I wasthinking it would be acceptable as long as we obtain the information weneed, even if it meant using hypnosis to rob his will. Given such a strangepersonality, getting things directly would be a lot faster than trying to havea serious conversation.""Flawlessly decisive and merciless as ever. But the plan failed.""Yes. It's still unclear, but he deflected my spell perfectly.""Counter magic or a protection barrier... which one was it?""Completely unknown. However, the esteemed monk did say very clearlythat he was 'a complete failure,' so he should have zero dispositiontowards magic. But for Erica Blandelli's spell to have no effect...""Could the idiotic attitude be just an act?""In that case, he must be a real sly old fox. He is serious trouble if he canhide things so well."Even at the tender age of twelve, Erica had great confidence in her abilityto judge people.However, the encounter with the young man had shaken this confidence.The man judged as an "idiot" by the monk who should be highlyexperienced, having met so many knights.Erica could not believe the young man had the ability to "retract his talonslike an eagle."On the other hand, he was able to foil Erica's plan despite her beliefs."So Erica, how shall we obtain tangible information from him?""Now it's your turn to shine, Lily. Didn't you master the [Witch's Eye] amonth ago?""You actually want me to track down that man using the [Witch's Eye]?"Of course. As Erica nodded, Lily looked up into the sky."Using clairvoyance for the despicable act of following someone in secret?""There are other vision-enhancing spells for long range recon... But noneare as good as the Witch's Eye. Now is the perfect opportunity to makegood use of it."Only those with a witch's disposition were able to use witchcraft.The Witch's Eye allowed one's sense of sight to travel afar and movearound freely. Other lineages of magic also had similar spells but none ofthem could offer clairvoyance that moved as rapidly as the Witch's Eye.This spell was surprisingly useful for tailing someone.Erica borrowed a large basin from the restaurant and filled it with water.This restaurant and bar also had open air tables out front.That was where the two of them sat after setting down the borrowed basin.After sitting properly at the table, Liliana closed her eyes and released theWitch's Eye.Soon after, the young man's image appeared on the surface of the water inthe basin.The man seemed to be casually chatting away with an older man withgreat enthusiasm. They seemed to have just met but they had their armson each other's shoulder, and were so familiar that it seemed like theywere longtime friends.The young man kept repeating certain words as if pleading for something.The man immediately laughed in response and motioned for him to follow.Then the two of them got in a car and left."Lily, check out where they are going."A witch's clairvoyant [Witch's Eye] was even able to keep up with thespeed of a car.Liliana had already anticipated such an order."Understood. But how are we going to get there?""Relax. I, Erica Blandelli, can't possibly fail to achieve the same task asthat man, right?"Erica declared with immense pride.Part 4San Gimignano's streets dated all the way back to the Middle Ages andwere classified as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.A total of fourteen towers had been built all over the town during the MiddleAges.Situated close to Florence, it was less than an hour away by car. The oldenCity of Flowers, Florence, and the Eternal City, Rome, were both importanturban centers that brought exceptional prosperity to their surroundings.Nowadays, historical buildings were fully put to use as tourist attractions.And so, the self-proclaimed amnesiac young man hitchhiked his way to thistown."So Lily, let's find the guy immediately, you haven't lost his trail, right?""Ah, no problem... That man suddenly got a lift. He should not be goingsightseeing, so what is he doing exactly?"At the entrance to the town was the Porta San Giovanni.Built in the thirteenth century, these gates had great historical significance.Standing before this structure, the two knights were whispering to eachother.Liliana had been keeping her eyes tightly shut all this time starting from therestaurant at the last village. When using the Witch's Eye, her own eyesmust be kept closed.Erica skillfully guided and protected her childhood friend in this state asthey went on their way.Following the young man's lead, she chanced upon an idle-looking olderman and pleaded for a ride.(This kind of idle older men seemed to be unexpectedly common in theItalian countryside. As if on duty, these men would chat and flirt with youngladies on first sight regardless of whether they were local Italians or foreigntourists. Having a day job would be a hindrance to such activities.)Chatting amiably with the older man in the car helped add liveliness to thebrief journey.Erica explained Liliana's closed-eye and silent condition with an excuse of"not feeling well."With that, Erica and Liliana easily followed in the young man's footsteps."—What!? What on earth is that man trying to do!?"Liliana suddenly yelled out, opening her eyes that she had been keepingshut."What is it, Lily? Something unusual happened?""Ah, that man casually climbed to the top of a tower and was lookingaround... And suddenly, the Witch's Eye was nullified.""Counter magic? Or is it that [Fortune's Blessing] used by fairy doctors?""Intuition tells me that it is neither. Very likely it is not regular magic... Morelike something used by fairies, demonic deities or the like. Something thatfelt like magical and spirit power. In the end, all I saw was the man lightlywaving his right hand — "Erica stared with her eyes wide open as a result of Liliana's explanation.The young man known as the idiot, did have a hidden trump card after all."Though this matter is rather concerning, picking up his trail again is ourfirst priority. Lily, let's hurry to where he is! You know the place, right?""Ah, it is that plaza over there. Follow me!"Using the Witch's Eye would likely have the same result again, so it wasnot a solution.Liliana started running first, with Erica following behind.San Gimignano's streets were built on a hill. The land got steeper thecloser to town centre, and the sloped path extended uphill.Even so, the two of them ran effortlessly and passed pedestrians withoutgetting out of breath.The place they reached was — a plaza with a great church.It was natural to find solemn holy sanctums in Italian towns of sufficientscale.Important facilities and tourist attractions targeted towards foreigners werebound to be found at the town center. Located at San Gimignano's Piazzadel Duomo was the Palazzo Communale, the seat of civic authority andmuseum whose style of architecture dates back to medieval times.Furthermore, seven of the town's iconic towers were located here.It was a must-see for tourists to ascend one of these towers to admire theview of the San Gimignano's immediate surroundings.The young man happened to be exiting a tower. Erica and Liliana noddedat each other and approached him."You really did something out of line! Did you recover your memory!?""...Ah. You're the girls just now called... whatever."The young man turned to face Erica with an indifferent expression as shecalled to him. It was shocking how badly he failed at rememberinganyone's name after all this time.Erica and Liliana were beautiful girls who should have left deepimpressions. People who remembered their names and faces would vastlyoutnumber those who forgot them completely —"Please allow me to ask a question, Mr. Amnesiac. Why do you seem to betrying to avoid bringing us to meet Saint Raffaello? Are you facing somesort of difficulty? ...Or could it be, that you don't want us to obtain the twinswords?"A rather instigating query.Earlier at the restaurant, Erica and Liliana had not explained their purpose.However, at that time the two young knights had expressed their wish tomeet Saint Raffaello. If the young man was really her disciple then heshould have easily figured out their reason for wanting to meet her.So he must be playing dumb and deliberately withholding clues —"Based on what your suspicious behavior indicates, is that not the mostplausible conclusion? Are you really wandering around because you aretrying to find Saint Raffaello's residence?"However, if he really did not know magic then they needed to change theirapproach.If he is like that then things could only be decided by a direct frontalconfrontation. Though Erica was a quick-witted girl well-versed in strategy,ultimately, she had the heart of a soldier who loved a good frontal charge.However, this frontal confrontation did not lead to any dramatic result."No no, there seems to be a misunderstanding. I really can't rememberwho that Saint whatever person is... Ah, wait a minute, somehow hearingthat name makes me think of a horse's tail."The young man spoke as he racked his brains. A horse's tail?Erica frowned in response to this cavalier attitude that seemed to bemaking fun of her. Liliana interrupted and said:"So why did you come to this town? You lost your memory, right?""Hmm, for some reason, I have a strong feeling that this town with themany towers is the place where I will meet the one I want to meet. That'swhy I asked that acquaintance if he knew a place like that and begged himto take me here..."The young man looked around at the medieval streets with a nostalgicexpression."And then, it really did feel familiar, so I tried going somewhere higher, andthen something caught my attention."Flawlessly acting the fool all this time, the man finally made a noteworthycomment.Faced with this situation, Erica readied her stance. Was this a trap? Washe trying to lead her and Liliana into a mistaken direction?"Hey you two, would you mind coming along with me? If I am really relatedto the person you seek, then it should be easier to find clues about thatperson, right?"Unexpectedly, the young man was asking for more favors."What an incomprehensible request...?"Faced with Liliana's surprise, the young man responded with a veryserious expression."Because just now when I bought the ticket to the tower I becamecompletely penniless. And that was because I was a little short andbegged the older lady for a discount of 1 Euro. That is why I need friendswho can help me with further travels!"Come to think of it, San Gimignano was a tourist center. Though therewere many towers and museums, they more or less all charged entrancefees.(By the way, in various streets, even public facilities had times whenentrance fees were required.)Faced with this spontaneous request, Erica shook her head in vexation,caught in a quandary.Drawing her lips close to Liliana's ear, they began to discuss in whispers.(...Hey Lily, what do think of this man? Is he the "sly old fox skillfullyplaying dumb" we thought earlier, or the apparent "complete fool inappearance and essence" we see now?)(What a strange experience. Actually, I am beginning to suspect the lattertoo.)Rare it may be, but Liliana also agreed with Erica's assessment.(Well, there still are many suspicious points, but the opportunity should notbe given up.)(Right, as the saying goes — nothing ventured, nothing gained.)In the worst case scenario, if this guy really was an unforgivable idiot, thenhe would just muddle through no matter what.Thus the girls reached a consensus, aiming for venturous gains."Understood. So, Mr. Amnesiac, let us travel together then. Take us to theplace which caught your attention.""Of course! Let's go over there?""Right, by the way, there is something I need to confirm. Just now youdiscovered my Witch's Eye and dispelled it so splendidly. How did you doit?"Liliana slowly phrased her question to the young man who was noddingaway in response to Erica.That's right, how could the young man who was supposed to be acomplete failure in magic use an ultimate skill like that? This mystery mustbe cleared up no matter what."Ah, I just felt a kind of uneasiness like being watched. So it was you? Ididn't use a spell though. All I did was throw this at it."The young man took out a fork from his pocket.A completely unremarkable piece of cutlery. Colored silver, it was mostlikely stainless steel."Actually, what I threw was the knife I secretly took along with this fork. Notfor any particular reason, but only because I thought it'd be fun to play withback at the restaurant."Now that it was mentioned, the fork did look familiar.However, knives and forks casually taken from dinner tables should nothave antimagic effects.Erica questioned acutely."So you mean you infused magic into the knife to neutralize other spells?""No no, I was just wondering if that spell could be easily sliced through. Isuck too much at magic and didn't do anything complicated. Hmm, really,all I did was to try cutting it."Was this another instance of perfect acting from the young man?Or was his explanation not clear enough? Erica sighed.It was a first time for her to be completely unsure of a man's character.Despite having absolute confidence in her grasp of social andinterpersonal relations, Erica still had yet to find the proper reins to keepthis man under control.Amazed and impressed by the young man, Erica and Liliana signaled eachother through their eyes.The amnesiac young man walked along the open streets.Going in the direction of some eateries and shops, he suddenly stoppedand turned his gaze to one of the shops selling local souvenirs."This is the shop that 'caught your attention'?""Nope, but I saw something else... I'll just be a moment!"The young man dove straight into the shop immediately after answeringLiliana's question.Helplessly, the two girls followed after him.This was a shop selling typical souvenirs such as folk works of art andartistic postcards.Neither Erica nor Liliana had any particular interest in enjoying this kind ofwell-stocked souvenir shop.As the two browsed the shop with disinterest, they found the young mangoing "ahah, just as expected!" with his eyes shining brightly.He was in a corner of the shop where many weapons were hung on thewall.Long swords, short swords, shields, battle axes, bows and arrows, etc —There were all sorts of classic weapons from the medieval battlefield.However, all were merely replicas created as souvenirs. They even offeredJapanese swords, further proof of selling out to commercialism."This one this one, I really like this!"The young man was holding a long sword.Even though it was obviously a replica, the craftsmanship was very good.When forging a real sword, molten steel was first poured into a mold. Aftercooling down, the blade portion was polished and sharpened.This replica simply lacked the sharpening stage.Hence, it was identical to the real thing in both weight and shape. Not badat all."...Isn't this just a fake? I don't think it will be useful to you."Erica commented coldly as Liliana nodded in agreement beside her.However, the amnesiac young man shook his head."That's not right. Come to think of it, for swords there's no such thing asreal or fake, only skilled or unskilled — only the user's skill matters. Ifwielded by a true master, even a fake sword can cut like a peerlesstreasure. If used by a clumsy rookie, even the strongest magic swordwould be no different from a fishing rod."He proceeded to take out the restaurant fork from just now."Taken to the extreme, a swordsman's mission is to be able to use anyordinary weapon as if it was King Arthur's Excalibur. Whether the weaponin hand is the strongest magic sword or an oaken branch, a saber or a fork,all should be the same. You fail if you can't use it well enough.""That's just idealism. If you're going to use a weapon on the battlefield, ofcourse you should use the best possible."In terms of the pursuit of skill, the young man's perspective did carry sometruth.Erica played devil's advocate even though she agreed in principle.There existed exceptional masters who could obtain splendid victoryagainst lance-wielding knights with nothing but a short blade, orotherworldly martial artists who could dominate sword users with their barefists —But those who possessed such divine skills were extremely rare.Erica's Uncle Paolo Blandelli and Saint Raffaello were probably the fewexceptions.However, this did not mean they could ignore the quality of their weapons.After all, a personal weapon was a helper, an important partner needed toresist and destroy enemies."Well, that's good enough for little kids like you. Trying to do difficult thingsbefore you are mature enough would not work anyway. However, once yougrow up into adults with clear judgment like me, you will see the failure inyour ways."The young man spoke rather unhappily for once. However, the way hestared at the sword on the wall was like a child in poverty looking wistfullyat a little trumpet in a shop window.Wanting badly but unable to buy."...So, what exactly do you wish to do about this sword, Mr. Adult?"Greatly surprised, Liliana spoke in a rare moment of sarcasm. The youngman looked back at the girls with a smile from the heart."No, this is exactly the time when an adult's power is needed. — Mr.Shopkeeper, may I ask, does this shop allow temporary unpaid bills? Eh,guarantors? Credit cards? Loans? No no, I'm not talking about thosewarmthless consumer terms of modern society. I want something that canbring out miraculous connections between people, warming people'shearts or something like that..."No wallet, personal identification, prepaid funds or guarantors.Faced with such a shameless young man, the young shopkeeper of thesouvenir store refused in shock. However, the young man continued toplead repeatedly like a spoiled child.In the end, Erica and Liliana settled the matter of the sword by paying forhim."Thank you so much for buying the sword!"The young man grinned from ear to ear as he walked ahead, embracingthe replica sword from the souvenir shop that was wrapped in a rag.Erica and Liliana secretly whispered to each other as they followed behindhim."Well, for something of that price...""That idiot — no, that man, how far are we going to believe in him..."Erica could fully understand Liliana's sentiments as she was about to utterthe words "shameless idiot."Regardless, the trio continued on their way.Leaving the walled city, the wide open Tuscan fields came into view.Gentle rolling hills. Well-maintained vineyards and olive tree plantations.Modest little huts used by farmers. Sparsely growing trees. Little streams.This was an ancient road that led straight to Rome —Amongst such scenery were the remains of medieval castles and forts.The young man made his way towards them. Of course, Erica and Lilianawere still following."...Hmm, this place really seems familiar after all. Though I have some kindof feeling I suffered a fair bit of hardship here before, but what was itexactly?"The self-pronounced amnesiac muttered and grumbled to himself.Erica cared little for his reactions, but suddenly Liliana began to shake andspeak quietly with eyes out of focus."Ancient knightly skills... Ancient incantations, treasures... Are hidden inthis holy sanctum..."It was spirit vision. Liliana had obtained an oracle.Those who possessed a witch's disposition would mutter divine oracles onoccasion. Erica nodded and immediately walked towards her childhoodfriend who was both a knight and a witch."What did you see through spirit vision, Lily? Does it help our cause?""Ah, yes, Erica, this place is where ancient knights frequented. Near theirfort — in the depths of the darkness a temple was built. That was theimage I saw through spirit vision.""Interesting words. A temple built in the depths of darkness, intuition wouldsuggest it is underground?"Erica tried kicking the ground with the tip of her foot.It would be a good idea to check out the surroundings. Together withLiliana, the two of them began to use investigative magic."Sure enough, a hint of remaining magical power can be sensed fromstraight down in the earth...""Yes. It feels a bit suspicious, but we cannot let go of that tiny probability...""This place is definitely being concealed by a barrier. This undergroundtemple is most likely a secret holy sanctum.""The place once visited by Mr. Amnesiac who has connections with SaintRaffaello — anyway, the probability of finding Saint Raffaello here shouldbe quite high.""Conversely, the probability of Saint Raffaello being the guardian of thisplace is also..."Though it was mere speculation, the two of them still exchanged theirideas.The only thing left to do was to confirm the actual situation. The two girlsnodded to each other. This was the tiger's den they must venture into forworthy gains. Now, where should they begin their plan of attack?They then heard the young man's frivolous voice."I should have been doing something here before I lost my memories...? Itwas definitely the person related to a horse's tail. I want to make contactbut I haven't a clue about the telephone number or address... Should Iconsider something more classic like signal fires or war pigeon services?"Strange words were being uttered. Naturally, Erica and Liliana ignoredthem.Their experience thus far had convinced them that a meaningful discussionbetween themselves would be more constructive than having an idioticconversation with the amnesiac young man.However, this became the precise reason why they missed the criticalmoment.As the two engaged in discussion, a horrifying amount of magical powerwas exploding.Using an analogy, it would be like a volcano eruption.Neither Erica nor Liliana had ever experienced magical power erupting inan instant like this.To make a forced comparison, it would be like having dozens of topranking magi taking part in a magical ritual of explosive power.On the other hand, for a single person to use the same kind of spell andgather together such a massive amount of magical power, it would take aninordinate amount of time and effort to prepare. It was not something thatcould be done in an instant like this.— What on earth happened?Erica and Liliana turned back to look at the same time.They saw the young man making a pose as if swinging his sword towardsthe heavens. Apparently he had started swinging that replica.Furthermore, a medieval fort had been split through the middle and thehalves had collapsed outwards. It was a medieval structure built out ofstone on a hill.The fort had one level for soldiers to garrison and an upper level forlookout posts. It was a large and impressive historical building.Just like that, it was sliced into two.Severed as if a giant sword had been swung down from the heavens —Collapsing left and right, the stone building materials made a great noiseas they hit the ground."W-What happened?"Erica was a girl who always maintained lady-like composure at all times.However, in that moment she was muttering in shock, completely forgettingher usual mannerisms."Could it really be that man's doing...?"Liliana was also stupefied.This expression was unbecoming for a talented mage and witch whoshould be better versed in mysterious matters than the average mage."Sorry, did I scare you two? Umm, actually I was wondering if this wouldwork like a signal fire to call out people related to this fort."This frivolous-sounding voice belonged to the amnesiac young man, ofcourse.Who on earth was this man — !?Just as the two girls cast a gaze of fear at him for the first time...A gray horse arrived, galloping across the rolling Tuscan hills. It was astrong, vigorous and fierce-looking horse with a raven-haired beauty sittingupon its saddle. She appeared to be of Latin descent, bearing a resoluteexpression.Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail. Or as the words implied, like ahorse's tail."...I was wondering if it was an invasion started by some association, andwho does it turn out to be? Salvatore Doni. Though I suppose our briefcontact makes you my unworthy disciple, what on earth is going on here?Depending on circumstances, I may have to cut off your head ascompensation."The black-haired rider declared heroically from atop her horse.If this was indeed Saint Raffaello, then she must be the exalted paladino— the top swordsman in Europe holding the position of the "Knight of theHoly Grail"!Part 5Though supposed to be advanced in age, Saint Raffaello lookedcompletely like someone in her twenties.Magi whose magical power had reached the purest heights would recoversignificant youth and vigor. It was said that the effect was particularlypotent for women.Saint Raffaello's heroic and awe-inspiring beauty must have been theblessed result of that effect."What's up, Doni? Did you forget my face because of injuries from thebeating you took? If that's the case, I won't be surprised at all because it'syou.""...Ah, it's exactly as you say."The young man named Salvatore Doni replied, undaunted by his master'squestioning.This was a name that Erica had never heard before, even though she hadgathered personal profiles on virtually all the top ranking knights acrossEurope in case it might come in handy. Who on earth could this young manbe — ?"To be frank, I do seem to have lost my memory.""Don't say it like you caught a flu, moron!""Well well, don't be angry. This morning when I woke up I found myselfsleeping on some unknown country roadside... And then, I was thinking Imust do something to recall past events."Now that it was mentioned, this was the first time for Erica to hear of thepast experiences of the young man named Doni."Strolling over to the nearby monastery, I heard your name beingmentioned. Anyway, making my way through this and that, I finally gothere... Seeing you, I finally understand."The man named Doni smiled. It was a friendly smiling face as radiant assunshine.However, a dark shadow seemed to flash across his pupils for an instant.He was no ordinary person. His body clearly held evidence that he was nocommon mortal."What I needed to do was see you. And if I could fight you then that senseof vagueness would surely go away. That's what I have been feeling, andit's unbearable."The young man readied the replica sword in at middle level.It was an ordinary looking stance that felt uninteresting and lacking insplendor.However, Erica somehow felt a chill when she saw that posture.If she had to face sword strikes delivered by that ordinary stance, verylikely any spell would be sliced apart?A meaningless notion.Erica glanced at Liliana beside her. She too, was staring at the mannamed Doni with her face completely pale.Perhaps her childhood friend and rival was facing the same fear? This wasa man who was more than a match for the prodigies of Milan, the red andblue young geniuses!"Indeed, doing this is perfectly within your character. Unilaterally doing asyou pleased while muttering to yourself..."Saint Raffaello grumbled and dismounted."Maybe this counts as an acceptable reason? I keep feeling that my swordtraining has reached an impasse, which is why I want to fight with thestrongest swordsman I know, and gain some kind of clue in the process —See, if you think about it this way, everything works out now!""You're making things work out too easily! That's why you are the biggestmoron! Anyway, something concerns me."A great sword with a broad blade appeared in Saint Raffaello's hand.It was summoned by magic. The silver blade gave off a chilling sense ofelegance and tenacity, shining brilliantly with power reminiscent of a lion'smajesty.Could this be one of the "Twin Swords of the Lion and the MasterMusician"?"I know you are one of those people for whom words are a waste of time.Salvatore Doni, you are a true genius, a monstrous child of heaven inregard to swords... However, you are not a man who plays games, whatnew technique have you mastered now?"Saint Raffaello pointed her sword at the fort that had been split into two."This is simply..."The beautiful paladino shook her head as giving up all hope.Then she pointed the tip of her sword at Salvatore Doni."This reminds me, your stupidity is so great that not even death can cure it.Let's talk using the blades of our swords. Come, you unworthy idiotdisciple. It's been a while since I gave you a good loving..."A rather strange master-disciple conversation.A formidable battle seemed to be imminent.For young knights, the opportunity to witness such a battle must have beena chance of a life time. However, Erica Blandelli was not one to be satisfiedso easily.Erica felt her gaze unwittingly drawn by the intensely peculiar personalitiesof the master-disciple pair.However, she still had other goals. There was that task she needed toaccomplish."Please wait a moment, Saint Raffaello! It is a pleasure meeting you for thefirst time. I am Liliana Kranjcar, knight belonging to the [Bronze BlackCross]. Today I make my visit for the sake of inheriting the famed twinswords in your possession."Even as Erica recovered her fighting spirit, Liliana was the first to yell outbefore her.She got ahead. Oh well, whatever, as befits my rival. She doesn't want tobe just a bystander either. In that case, let's fight in cooperation.For young upstarts like Erica and Liliana, trying to compete against thismaster-disciple pair required strategy!"I, Erica Blandelli, have also arrived for the same purpose as Dame Lilianahere. So it turns out that Sir Salvatore who came along with us was alsolooking for Madam Saint Raffaello... Due to Sir Salvatore's vaguememories, we still have yet to ascertain the relationship between you two."Erica spoke as she bowed elegantly.Grasp the situation as quickly as possible and change from being abystander to a participant."If possible, as your junior I also wish — ""Pray elucidate the details."Faced with Liliana and Erica's identical requests, Saint Raffaello sighed."Based on your family names, you must be the successors to the Housesof Kranjcar and Blandelli. What a disaster for you to be caught up in thismoron's antics... Salvatore Doni is a knight from Siena. Extremely talentedwith the sword, but a complete failure in magic."Siena was another ancient city in Tuscany along with Florence and Pisa.However, it was definitely not a major center in magic.In Italy, there were a total of seven prestigious magic associations. Rome's[Female Wolf] and [Eagle of the Blue Sky], Turin's [Olden Dame],Florence's [Capital of Lilies], Palermo's [Aegis], and last but not least,Milan's [Copper Black Cross] and [Bronze Black Cross]. Altogether theywere known as the "Seven Sisters."It was common practice for talented young men and women to be recruitedand relocated to these prestigious associations.For example, the one who got along poorly with Erica, Gennaro Gantz,came to Milan from Reggio Calabria a few years ago. All things said, "aknight from Siena" implied that this young man named Doni had neverbrushed shoulders with elites."This fellow came to me a year ago and said 'please teach me a bit ofswordsmanship.' I discovered that he did have some good qualities despitebeing an idiot, so I instructed him for a while. But then he disappeared aftermerely a month."The young man was ruefully scratching his head in response to herreproach."Hmm... I can't really remember. Even if you glare at me with such scaryeyes...""What a troublesome fool. Anyway, you are the fellow with poor intellect,rude manners, and always playing little tricks. The only things you canremember are those related to martial arts. All it took was a month for youto memorize my techniques."Was this the result of his inborn talent?Such arrogance was only permitted for those born with outstandingaptitude. Furthermore, Saint Raffaello had declared in no uncertain termsthat he was a "genius.""Did we have that kind of relationship...? Well, anyway, that has little to dowith our meeting here now."The genius swordsman, who transcended Erica and Liliana's imaginations,spoke to them with a knowing smile."Could you two back off for a while? I should be done in a bit. Anyway,sorry!"The young man signaled with his eyes.Immediately, Doni's right arm began shining with a bright silver luster. Hestabbed the replica sword into the ground and simply pulled it out again.— This resulted in a slash that split the earth apart.The ground beneath Erica and Liliana collapsed and split open. Like themedieval fort just now, the ground was cleanly cut into two.The two surprised girls fell down into the depths of the earth. Due to theground collapsing from the young man's "slash," the girls were sweptunderground together with the debris.Did Salvatore Doni actually overhear Erica and Liliana's speculation about"something underground"?Which is why he forced the two of them down there to prevent them frominterfering in his fight? For his own purpose.A fool in appearance but quite crafty in reality — from this, Erica andLiliana caught sight of another aspect of the young man described by SaintRaffaello."As expected... It's still you after all."The paladino named Saint Raffaello murmured to herself.Salvatore Doni's terrifying ability. Swinging the replica sword with thebrilliantly shining silver arm, the earth was split apart together along withthe underground church.She recognized it for what it was.During the stage in life when she fought under the title of Saint Raffaello,she had often witnessed many examples of such ultimate power.Dejanstahl Voban's manipulation of storms, the army of the dead under hiscommand, and vast empty wastelands the result of incineration by hellfire.Beautiful Cult Leader Luo Hao's unparalleled unarmed might, singingsongs of destruction, scattering otherworldly flowers across the mortalrealm.Graceful Madame Aisha's summoning of eternal spring and endless winter.And now, the "King of Swords" who slices through all existence was born— !"Ahahahahaha! Thanks to this blessing of longevity, even though anunworthy disciple, I now witness the birth of Epimetheus' illegitimate childfrom my lineage! What a surprise!"Saint Raffaello cried out to the silver-armed swordsman."Hey, idiot disciple, what were you doing before your poor little mind lost itsmemory?""Hmm... I feel like I was fighting someone somewhere, but I can't recall thedetails."Doni readied the fake sword as he spoke.Saint Raffaello scoffed at this silly answer."You even forgot how things happened, what a useless idiot disciple. Wellthen, you shall answer with your body... Through actual combat, show methe sword skills of the man who defeated a god!"The great silver sword — the magical Cuore di Leone came swinging.This was a strike from one of the twin swords. Its name implied "soul of thelion." This steel embodied unrelenting valor and carried the attribute ofindestructibility.Doni's silver arm dispelled its brilliance before the magic sword of the lion."Eh, you're not going use your authority? Planning on going easy on ahuman like me? How admirable!""Authorities, whatever, I don't know anything about that. But it's not a battleof sword skills if I use that arm, so it would be meaningless."Using this exchange of dialogue as the signal to begin, the two of themsimultaneously attacked with their swords.Saint Raffaello swung Cuore di Leone upwards in a massive arc, whileDoni slashed with lightning speed along the central approach.Clang! A direct frontal clash.Sword struck sword intensely, and like that the blades slowly inchedtowards their opponents.Had these been ordinary swords, such a violent direct clash would likelysnap the blades outright.For Cuore di Leone, such concerns would have been redundant. Its pliablestructure would not fracture under this level of stress, and even in the offchance that it did break, it could mend itself immediately.On the other hand, Doni was using a mere fake sword. As they pressedtheir blades against each other, delighted smiles surfaced on the faces ofboth swordsmen.Display your skills through fierce attacks like this — Saint Raffaello invitedwith her eyes and Doni nodded lightly in response.The two of them separated their swords and stepped back.One side would strike with the sword, and the other would defend.One side would make a sudden thrust and the other would deflect or guardin response.The two swords clashed and repelled each other repeatedly, sendingsparks flying, trying to prove their superiority.The root of this battle was a primal competitive urge.Whose sword was stronger, faster, sharper —A competition in all such aspects.In terms of "strength" and "gentleness," simply stated, this was a duel of"strength."On the other hand, this battle was obviously not limited to swordsmanship.Saint Raffaello in particular, was a master of knightly techniques thatcombined magic and swordsmanship in battle —"O Steel of the lion, the king of swords that has cut down thousands ofarmored foes!"Cuore di Leone attacked in conjunction with spell words.Her beloved sword was infused with iron alchemy that enhanced itssharpness. Were Doni to take the strike head on like just now, his fakesword would be split into two!Doni suppressed the attack by exhibiting a technique best described as"gentle."Saint Raffaello swung Cuore di Leone down with great force.The fake sword pressed itself against the body of the opponent's blade —rather, they were entangled. The fake sword was now acting like a steelsnake.Cuore di Leone, which should have sliced Doni apart, was deflected offcourse.The fake sword tangled itself around Cuore di Leone like a snake,preventing it from being swung freely.— Against an opponent's force of 100, one shall use a force of 10 toabsorb its power, the way cotton soaks up water, thereby blocking it,defending.A technique of this sort was known as the "dissipating force" amongstChinese martial artists.Simply stated, it was the concept of neutralizing unyielding "strong" forcewith "gentleness."At this time, Salvatore Doni's mind and body had entered a heightenedstate of intense clarity.Pressing his sword tightly against Saint Raffaello's blade, he perturbed hismaster's movements by using the fake sword like a snake to shift her aim,neutralizing the slicing attacks.Rather than focusing on dodging the enemy's attacks, this was activedefense performed with initiative, seeking to discover openings in theopponent's sword techniques —Using "gentleness," Doni was able to overwhelm Cuore di Leone."Not bad, as expected!"Saint Raffaello laughed. Was this enough to seal the lion?Using gentle strength to carry out techniques uniting the strong with thegentle was one of the most wondrous pinnacles of martial achievement.But what about using gentle force to counter gentle force?Saint Raffaello relaxed her body as if it were made of cotton. She began tocontrol the motions of her sword and her entire body like a snake, a leech,or like cotton.Compared to the fake sword moving under Doni's control, the magic swordof the lion flowed gently with greater softness. Its motions were far moreelegant and soothing in comparison.The sword was being swung with elegance as if the renownedRenaissance master Raphael was moving his paintbrush —Indeed, Salvatore Doni was a genius and a blessed child of heaven in hisdisposition towards swords.However, Saint Raffaello was just as talented. Though they may besimilarly gifted in nature, the difference in accumulated experience wasdecidedly vast. Perhaps the unworthy disciple had approached themaster's skill with the "strong" sword, but clearly he had yet to master the"gentle"—Saint Raffaello casually retracted the lion's sword from entanglement fromDoni's snake-like sword.And just as casually, she resumed with a slashing attack.Whenever the elderly master delivered a smooth and unhurried blow, noimpetuous youngster had ever been able to evade... This was one of manylegends passed down in martial circles. Masters who had reached suchheights were virtually unheard of.But of course, it would be most redundant to state that it was perfectlypossible for Saint Raffaello!What are you going to do, unworthy disciple!?Doni's right arm proceeded to shine brightly with a silver luster — is hereally activating his authority?The power to slice apart the ancient fort along with the very earth!? Isn't hecontradicting his prior statement of "that isn't sword skills"?!The shock and surprise stiffened her muscles, causing Saint Raffaello'ssword to delay slightly. The slowly moving sword became even morelanguid in its motion.Taking advantage of this opening, Doni attacked at once, charging with hisbody!The magic sword of the lion was originally going to split Doni in half startingwith his head.However, it only managed to slice off a bit of his scalp, and Doni's bodycontinued to crash towards her.What a decisive and courageous tackle. Rather than swordfighting it wasmore like a rugby move. Saint Raffaello dodged by taking a brisk step tothe side. Thanks to that, the massive idiot's head was not split open.Doni's arm no longer flashed with silver light. It was a feint for he had nointention of using his authority."Y-You damn brat! You social misfit of a human failure! Even so, you wentfurther and abused a swordsman's honor, promising not to use that arm!""But all I did was show it. I didn't actually use it, right?"Saint Raffaello was furious, while Doni was unrepentant.The duel between masters of the sword had become an argument likesquabbling children."Hmph, if that's what you want, I will use all of my weapons."Saint Raffaello dispelled the lion's magic sword. As its replacement, shesummoned the magic sword of the master musician — II Maestro!It was a weapon with a blade like a saber's fitted onto a long shaft like aspear. Resembling the Japanese weapon of the naginata, it was the otherof the twin swords. Its name meant "The Master."The creator of mysterious beauty, this steel was renowned for playingwondrous music, as hidden within it was the spiritual power of the magicmelody.Saint Raffaello effortlessly swung II Maestro.The sound of slicing wind was heard as it slashed at Doni.The motion was as fast as a chilly breeze blowing lightly across highlands.Furthermore, II Maestro's slashing attack was accompanied by the playingof a tempting magic melody.From the steel of the master musician came mysterious tones, whichcaused listening opponents to lose concentration and be overcome withsleepiness, thereby producing openings. This was Saint Raffaello's pridedsecret technique that had placed many a foe at her mercy.If Cuore di Leone was the "strong" sword then II Maestro was the "gentle"magic sword.However, the magic melody did not work against Doni. Like ocean wavescrashing against rocks on the shore, all bewitching effects were deflectedcompletely.As befitted the god-slaying man!Magic was ineffective against a god-slayer after all. In that case, one mustfocus on martial arts!Saint Raffaello began to swing II Maestro even faster.— In close-quarter combat, absolute advantage was held by the one withgreater control over their weapon. No matter what, seizing initiative wasimperative.Of course, there was also the tactic of crashing into the enemy's bosom toenter contact range.However, there was no way Saint Raffaello would let someone beneathher like Doni do that.II Maestro attacked mercilessly in its naginata-like form.Horizontal slash followed horizontal slash. From left to right, diagonally up,diagonally down, straight up, straight down, slashing attacks were sentfrom all angles. Sometimes the blade was even thrust forward in a straightline.Without pausing for a single instant, the series of continuous attacks werelike a storm of steel.Doni desperately tried to overcome the disadvantageous shift in the tide ofbattle, using his sword to defend against II Maestro's thrusts and slashes.Defend, defend, defend!However, Saint Raffaello suddenly changed her rhythm of attack.Twirling around the long-shafted II Maestro, she made use of the oppositeend of the blade, or in other words, the pommel to strike Doni. This was thecritical hit.Having grown accustomed to the previous attack rhythm, Doni was strucksquarely in the temple by the wooden shaft.Hit by an impact equivalent to a splendid hook from a boxer, Doni's bodybegan to sway. His knees hit the ground and his eyes lost focus.Unconscious, eh? However, one cannot be careless until a decisive strikelands with absolute certainty.Saint Raffaello began to swing II Maestro once again.Part 6Tracing back to earlier events, Erica and Liliana had just fallen into a darkplace underground together with a large amount of debris.After hitting the floor, Erica endured the pain and got up.Feeling the ground beneath her feet, it felt like clay tiles which are muchsofter compared to hard slabs of stone or concrete.Her body did not hurt too much, most likely due to the clay tiles absorbingpart of the impact.Relieved, Erica snapped her fingers to perform a [Ghostfire] spell.Four palm-sized blue flames appeared In Erica's surroundings. Beside her,Liliana also got up onto her feet."...As expected, this looks like an underground temple.""Yes. Originally this place was blocked off by a powerful barrier, preventingnormal entry into the grounds."The two of them surveyed their surroundings.The temple was rather spacious — big enough to hold a football match.Going forward, there was an altar in the depths of this church.At the back of the altar was a figure of Jesus Christ on the crucifix.Behind the sculpture was some kind of massive face. It was the demonicdeity Baphomet worshiped by the Knights Templar during the Middle Ages."Since a depiction of Baphomet is here, it must have been constructedduring the Middle Ages.""Yes. The worship of Baphomet in lineages descending from the KnightsTemplar was something that was gradually lost in contemporary times."Erica and Liliana looked upwards.The ceiling was roughly ten-odd meters above the floor. A massive crackcrossed the ceiling, and the debris fallen from above had buried roughly aquarter of the underground church."Lily, by your estimates, how deep are we?""An accurate measure would be impossible of course. A witch's intuitiontells me this should be quite deep. It could very well be equivalent to fouror five floors underground."Magi with a witch's disposition were particularly favored by the earth.Erica shrugged in response to Liliana's answer."Building such a church must have required significant resources. I fearthis place was built by our predecessors the Knights Templar themselves,or a successor of direct lineage."Erica speculated as she walked about, examining the place.One of the reasons why the Knights Templar went into decline was theirindulgence in developing economic power which ran counter to orthodoxChristian ideology.The Knights Templar undertook operations that were essentially finance.Redeemable deposits, loans and financing. Managing the funds of pilgrimssetting off for Jerusalem. Selecting over nine thousand knights fromvarious European orders to come to the Middle East. They also loanedcash and even provided aid to government finances. The Knights Templaracted as a prototype of modern banking."This must have been an important holy sanctum once. Which is why SaintRaffaello has been living in seclusion watching over it... By the way, Lily,what's this?"Erica discovered a book lying at the foot of the sculpture of Christ.The book was rather large in size. The width of the cover was roughly thelength from Erica's elbow to her fingertips while its height was as tall asErica's upper torso.Erica slowly approached this massive book."W-Wait a minute, Erica. I can feel an aura from that book, it could verywell be a sacred treasure with significant history!? Do not recklessly touchsomething so dangerous!""...Your witch's intuition again, right? I am very intrigued."Chirping away like a little bird, Erica completely ignored Liliana's warnings.Approaching the mysterious book, Erica gazed unerringly at the cover.Titled "The Book in Praise of David's Great Works," the book was written inancient Greek.Erica felt herself shudder instinctively. For the grimoire that all knightssought in their dreams to be encountered like this..."Too reckless, Erica Blandelli! Know your plaaaace!"Liliana panted as she ran over to catch up.It was only natural. The childhood friend and rival was not a girl who wouldfail to recognize the value of this book."Correction. It is very likely that Saint Raffaello went into seclusion for thepurpose of guarding this grimoire. That must be why this undergroundchurch with a sturdy barrier was chosen. For the sake of safeguardingbattle magic of the ancient sages — "The one who hid this grimoire was most probably Saint Raffaello. Also,there was Liliana's oracle.Combining these facts, Erica concluded that it was highly unlikely for thisgrimoire to be fake.—"The Book in Praise of David's Great Works"!It held incomparable attraction for magi seeking the pinnacle of the way ofthe knight.For example, there were the [Spell Words of David]. An ancient andpowerful curse that was said to be strong enough to cause injury to HereticGods. Or the [Song of Smiting], the sacred hymn of massacre thatdestroyed the tragic city of Jericho, causing the Midian kings and people tobe annihilated from the face of the earth —"Hey Lily, I have a suggestion..."Erica's voice sounded uncharacteristically like a cat's.Failure was unacceptable. Throughout her entire life, Erica had managedto deceive Liliana Kranjcar countless times, but nevertheless, the successrate was not 100%.One must be cautious and avoid setting off the silver-haired childhoodfriend's sense of justice.On the other hand, such worries might have been redundant.After all, Liliana was staring at the grimoire like a poor child gazing wistfullyat a little trumpet, or more accurately, like Salvatore Doni salivating over asword!Salvatore Doni had just been struck soundly in the temple by SaintRaffaello.It was a heavy blow. His brain felt like it was vibrating, and hisconsciousness was slipping. His knees were wobbling and his body waslosing balance and about to collapse.However, this painful blow managed to awaken something in his mind.— Aaah, it's all coming back.Doni found his memories from the past month surfacing nonstop in hismind.It must have been a museum in Turkey where his body was possessed bythe divine spirit of Saint George. Originally, he had been hired as abodyguard in Rome's Chinatown by an antiques dealer he was acquaintedwith. Then a whole lot happened after that.Controlled by the divine spirit, he went overseas to Ireland, spending hisdays searching for deities and exterminating them.Finally, he discovered the gates of the Fairy Realm which led to theNetherworld. Nuadha, the king of the Tuatha De Danann (Irish deities,basically), manifested there and began to duel one on one against SaintGeorge.In the end, only Saint George's divine spirit was destroyed and Doniregained his freedom. After that, Doni was certain that he had challengedNuadha to a duel —"Traveling back to Italy through the Netherworld, I arrived at that village,was that what happened...?"Doni shook his head in a daze and nodded. After ending the battle with thegod and on the verge of death, there was an impression of speaking to afemale somewhere.'Your memories will be in chaos for a short while after returning to the realworld. Though becoming a god-slayer results in rebirth, incompetent magiwill receive brain damage from the strain of staying in the Boundary of Lifeand Immortality for too long. If that happens, just find someone to give youa good smack on the head!"It sounded like advice from a very frivolous young girl...Anyway, Doni's memory had recovered.Only a fraction of a second had passed since being struck by SaintRaffaello. During this time, his master had swung II Maestro over his head,and was intent on delivering the finishing blow — !Defense and counterattack was necessary.Salvatore Doni had already mastered thousands of techniques that couldbe used in this situation. Using this endless variety of ever-changing swordstyles, he will face his former teacher!— However, the techniques surfacing in his mind suddenly all vanished.— Doni also halted his sword-wielding arm.The sword dangled limply. Abandoning the offensive and defensivemaneuvers that were deemed necessary, the sword only needed to bemoved freely by one's heart."No good... Did I even forget the most important part?"He had encountered Nuadha who wielded the undefeated sword. At thattime, he had awakened a deep revelation that was close to the trueessence of swordsmanship. Right, this was what Salvatore Doni hadhoped for from a duel with Saint Raffaello."...You, did you recover your memories?"Saint Raffaello asked. She seemed to have noticed the change in Doni'sbehavior. Despite having spent only a brief period with him, she was trulythe teacher worthy of the paladino title."Recovering your memories by smacking your head? What a sloppy littlebrat..."Even though she was scolding him, Saint Raffaello's anger seemed tohave subsided."Almost like changing into an entirely different person... You, brat wholoves to show off, finally understood the concept that 'abandoning skills' isalso a 'skill,' right?""Hmm. Well, that's right I guess. From now on, let's really stick to swordsalone."Doni's sword continued to dangle limply as he responded.This posture could be described as stanceless, but precisely because itwas "nothingness" it was open to infinite changes. Countless variety wasnot enough, for truly infinite variation lay in modest simplicity, likecombining yin and yang, melding contradictory elements completely intoone.Now all that was needed was nothingness in the mind.Devoid of thought. Cleared of thought and contemplation —Saint Raffaello made a straight thrust with II Maestro. Doni remained in hismental state of nothingness, swinging his sword upwards. Were this moveto succeed, it would block the strike from below and send II Maestro flyinghigh up into the air...Ka! Ching!The harsh timbre of metal clashing echoed. A conclusion had beenreached.The sword flying high into the air was the fake one — Doni's weapon."...Well, let's call it a day. Are you impressed by my greatness?""Am I that far away from perfecting it? Sometimes I can use it well butother times it doesn't work."As his master declared with pride, Doni muttered to himself as he shookhis head."Purely in regard to swords, it is my victory without a doubt. You are stilltoo lacking in experience... However, as a side note, experiencing a fewmore battles of this sort will greatly help your training."Saint Raffaello's advice carried a terrifying sort of certainty."That said, had it been a fight to the death, with 99% certainty it wouldhave been your victory. Hey Doni, in that decisive moment, did the thoughtof "I might die" ever cross your mind?""Now that you mention it, never. Why?""Sure enough, you're still a moron. You usurped the divine authority toslice through anything — if you really used that then I would have nochance of victory... I am absolutely certain, you really could use thatagainst me without any hesitation."Criticized by his master, Doni began to pout."Hmm, even though I'm just a rookie amongst knights, I intend to keep mypromise of 'only swords' no matter what.""Yeah right! As if one could expect the fair spirit of competition from afellow who can slay gods!"Having known quite a few Campiones, the paladino asserted."Don't even think you can obtain the secret art of nothingness so easilyfrom the victory over Nuadha. Well then, Doni, if you really want to masterthe sword skills of nothingness, you must fight enemies of an equal orhigher level, and reach the mental realm of serene nothingness in theprocess. Only then can it become yours as if it were a part of your fleshand blood.""Enemies of an equal or higher level?""Of course. That means gods or your peers, the Campiones."Thus the "King of Swords," Salvatore Doni, was set loose upon the earth,causing direct and indirect hardship and suffering to countless others as aresult of his eccentric behavior.The culprit who had offered such brilliant advice, frowned and murmured toherself."By the way, those Kranjcar and Blandelli girls probably got injured a little.And of all places you could have driven them, you had to pick the worstone! That girl in particular is not an easy one to handle. If only she was thesame type as this idiot here!""Seems like the battle has ended...""Wow. What an amazing fight..."Having witnessed most of the duel, Erica and Liliana whispered to eachother.The two of them were still in the underground church. Liliana had releasedthe Witch's Eye to scout out the subterranean passage which was ascomplicated as mountain caves. The observed images were projected ontothe surface of magically conjured water.Completely memorizing the layout, Erica was able to deduce theunderground structure.With that, the two of them were able to find an escape route with shockingspeed.Once the Witch's Eye reached the surface, they were able to observe thedeadly duel between Saint Raffaello and the young man named Doni.Since the spell only enhanced vision, they were unable to catch thedialogue.Nevertheless, Erica and Liliana were able to fully grasp how amazing theyoung man named Doni was."Despite various concerns, our first priority should be getting back up."Liliana nodded in agreement with Erica's opinion....Two hours later, Saint Raffaello welcomed the two as they reached thesurface. Standing slovenly behind the paladino was the young man namedDoni, lovingly embracing the fake sword."It's been a while, Madam Saint Raffaello, and Sir Salvatore — I expressmy utmost apologies for failing to greet Your Highness the sixth Campionewith timeliness."Erica bowed with prim and proper etiquette. It was neither yieldingsubserviently nor lacking in manners.It was behavior performed with the esteem of the House of Blandelli."I believe the birth of Italy's god-slayer is a cause for celebration. We, the[Bronze Black Cross], will surely send our commander-in-chief for a formalgreeting in the near future. But for now, please accept my salutations."Likewise, Liliana also performed a knight's greeting readily.Truly the awe-inspiring and upfront words of a soldier.Since the Witch's Eye did not offer sound, they had not heard theconversation between Doni and Saint Raffaello. However, the many cluesin the situation were more than enough to ascertain Salvatore Doni's trueidentity."They're talking to you, moron.""Eh? Why do you have to be so respectful? Ah, you are Elenoa Blindelliand Lilana Kuronikor, right? I just recovered my memory, thank you foreverything you've done so far!"Prompted by his teacher, the young Devil King spoke foolishly.Better keep a good distance from him, Erica silently vowed to herself.He looks like an idiot, and does act foolishly after all, but one would neverexpect him to be a monster.Getting too close to him will definitely be bad luck!Thus, it was about time to get going. Erica signaled to Liliana with hereyes.Bid our leave with proper manners and make a run for it!"How clever of you to discern Doni's identity without any explanation.However, there are still certain things you overlooked. So you two wereable to use the spell of [Transcription] in such short time?"As Saint Raffaello spoke, the two froze in their tracks.Amazingly observant. Their respect for their great predecessor grew inleaps and bounds....[Transcription] was high level magic that enhanced one's memory for ashort period of time, allowing one to memorize read texts. Erica and Lilianahad split the duties and memorized half of "The Book in Praise of David'sGreat Works" each to take back to the surface."M- Mad am Saint Raffaello, we absolutely did not do this out of disrespectfor you. No matter what, no knight can resist that kind of temptation — !""Sigh. Fine, I shall let you have this in exchange."Disregarding Liliana's frantic apology, Saint Raffaello extended an openpalm. On it was a key made of iron."This is the key to a little church in Florence! Labyrinthian catacombs liebeneath it, guarded by many traps. My armory is there. Take this, go thereand pick out what you like!"Saint Raffaello informed them with an anguished expression.Eh? The silver-haired childhood friend exclaimed in confusion.Erica proceeded to nod in agreement at the generous terms offered bySaint Raffaello. Surely, the renowned twin swords, the magic swords ofCuore di Leone and II Maestro must lie in that armory!"W-What on earth is going on, Erica?""In other words, Madam Saint Raffaello is bestowing the twin swords uponus in exchange for dispelling the [Transcription] spell. I think it was not rightfor us to harbor such desires, so this is just as well.""...Hey Master, if you summon the swords now then there's no need toexchange, right?""Hmph, that armory has all sorts of devices for repelling invaders, you thinkit's that easy to get there!? Furthermore, if that girl is skilled enough thenshe should fight her way in there by all means!"The paladino retorted childishly at her disciple's question.Hearing that, Erica proposed cleverly and cautiously:"I look forward to the trial that awaits me in my quest for outstandingweapons. However, if I may, I wish to make one request to Madam SaintRaffaello.""Request?""Yes, we hope you can grant leniency towards the portions Dame Lilianaand I memorized by our own efforts without using spells."Liliana was speechless at this proposal.The very first part they read was the portion that could be memorizedquickly. This included the [Spell Words of David] left behind by the ancienthero that were powerful enough to cause injury to gods — this was theportion for which Erica was requesting leniency.Tsk, whatever! Saint Raffaello began to yell as if throwing a tantrum."Hey Doni, I'm going to give you a grimoire for safekeeping! Take care of itdiligently! Hmm, giving it directly to you makes me feel uneasy, so betterfind someone trustworthy later! Tsk, I'm not going to take up the role ofwatching over that book ever again! What a pain!""Uh, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand, Master."Once again, they were at the Porta San Giovanni.Erica and Liliana had returned to the city gates of San Gimignano.They had arrived here after handling various matters and bidding farewellto Sir Salvatore and Saint Raffaello."Sorry to have you wait, Erica What do you think?""Oh my, imitating Saint Raffaello's look isn't bad. Rather, it actually suitsyou quite well."The two girls had decided to take a break and were having coffee in town.After borrowing the washroom, Liliana had returned with a new hairstyle.Her long silver hair was now tied in a ponytail. Witnessing her childhoodfriend's change in appearance, Erica offered her opinion withoutreservation."Really? Yes, to be honest, I also think it suits me well!"Liliana nodded with excitement.Discovering the grimoire was already exciting enough, but encounteringher idol seemed to have made her even more high-strung. As preparationsbefore their next adventure, it was not a bad sign.Erica gazed at the key given by Saint Raffaello."So, let's start preparing for the catacombs beneath Florence. Surely wemust get our hands on those two magic swords, and let no one in Italy beignorant of our talent.""Ah, I hope so... Well, on the other hand."Liliana nodded then sighed."Earning some sort of merit may bring fame, but everything pales incomparison to the shocking news of the birth of a Campione. Who couldhave expected someone like that to slay a god successfully...""Furthermore, I wonder what kind of god did he fight..."The young man they parted with not too long ago.Recalling his unprecedented behavior, the two girls were deeplyimpressed....At that moment, Liliana's cellphone began to ring."Esteemed Grandfather? Excuse me for a bit, Erica. What is going on?Eh? The Marquis wishes to gather us witches and miko?"After a brief conversation, Liliana hung up the phone.Hearing words she could not turn a deaf ear towards, Erica decided toinquire without hesitation."What happened? The one you and Grandfather Kranjcar referred to asthe Marquis — so it turns out to be related to Marquis Voban?""Uh, yes," replied Liliana with a hesitant expression."Recently, the Marquis apparently has a need for several dozens of miko. Itold Grandfather that I would head over there together with you once wefinish things here.""The Marquis says he needs miko? The intentions of the Great Devil Kingof the Balkans are certainly difficult to surmise."Salvatore Doni and Dejanstahl Voban.The ritual summoning of Siegfried that would become the source of conflictbetween two Devil Kings. As yet unaware of the causes of that incident,the two girls began to discuss their means of transport towards Florence.Erica proposed hiring a car and a driver, while Liliana expounded on thevirtues of the public bus system's timeliness and cost effectiveness.Stubbornly refusing to back down, the two of them continued to bicker withgreat intensity.References1 . t Claiomh Solais: The "Sword of Light" or "Shining Sword", one ofthe "Four Treasures of the Tuatha DeDanann"http://en. wikipedia.org/wiki/Cla%C3%ADomh_Solais2. t Tuatha De Danann: They are the Irish gods. Later they movedunderground and became fairy-likebeings. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuatha_De_Danann