Eternal Adventurer (WN): Chapter 562

 

Like the Sun



I have one shame



"Prince, I'm gonna jump a little!"



I put my arm around Aristes' waist and listened to his words.


After a short pause, the horse makes a big leap.



"What is it!"


"It’s a dead tree!"



There are things I'm too embarrassed to tell anyone.


But in this emergency situation, I cannot afford to keep such things a secret.



"How do you know where this horse came from?"


"When you're an adventurer, you can see subtle footprints in the soil, and...!"


"And?"


"This horse is heading back on its own!"



I'm riding a horse now


I'll correct it


I clung to the back of Aristes on horseback


I can't ride a horse


Father and Mother


My sister Embla can ride a horse too, but I can't.


So I don't want anyone to see this scene.


So I hope there are no witnesses.



"There's a group ahead!"



Several hours on a horse running at a tremendous speed


We were quite far away from the station where we found the horse.



"Eugenia!"



I don't know what the situation is, but she's being dragged by the hair.


She seemed to be resisting, flapping her legs violently.



"Aristes, bow your head!"


"Prince, that’s!"


"I'm ready!"



Before getting on the horse, I had already taken it out of the black box and put it in my pocket.



"Distance 850 meters!"



Aristes calculates the distance to the target while bowing his head.


The air is dry


There is no wind


The heat in the air is a little high and there is a slight flicker in the distance.


Calculating them all I set up the replica of the regalia


It responds to my mana and the light strengthens.



"Stretch!"



Following my voice


The regalia stretches its blade






Regalia is a weapon.


At first glance, it is a mysterious tube with a small, glowing tip


The length is two and a half adult male fists.


But its true form is the hilt.


It reacts and amplifies the mana of its owner.


A magical weapon with a magical blade


Since the blade is formed by mana, the nature and length of the blade naturally depend on the wielder.


For my grandfather, it was a jeweled blade crystallized with pure mana.


For my father, it was a blade of ice that froze everything to death.


And my blade



"It is for penetration after all!"


"Great work!"



A large hole opens in the man I am targeting and the man who was behind him.


No bleeding


The clothes of those who would have died instantly became aflame due to the radiant heat.



"Aristes!"


"I’m going to keep going like this!"



The blade I create with the replica


It is a blade of flame that emits heat like the sun.





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