Sussex Commonwealth VS Crusaders 11
Cedric swings down the Ori Hime Sword from the upper position.
A state of complete nothingness.
Simple but destructive.
A technique that he mastered after 1000 years of training.
Slash*!
The dry sound of chopping wood echoes across the blue skies of Normandy.
In the deep blue sky, a black sword streak was drawn to the horizon.
That black sword also ran through Charlemagne's left shoulder.
"Gwaa!"
Rip*ーー!
His left arm had fallen off his torso, and blood was spurting out like a fountain from the wound.
Then, the black line in the blue sky gradually tore apart, and darkness appeared from within, until finally, the sky was covered in darkness.
Apparently, Cedric's impossible power swing forced the daytime into nighttime.
Clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*!
Suddenly, a spotlight shines on Cedric.
"As expected! Master!"
Shiro, who was supposed to have passed out, suddenly got up and was clapping.
And before he knew it, Sera, who was riding a mobile armor for work that was being repaired, was taking pictures of me bravely with her smartphone.
"Cedric-sama! Please strike a pose and face me!"
"L... like this?"
Cedric, who has landed a big move and is excited, does a muscle pose as Sera tells him to do.
"Cedric-sama! It's beautiful! It's beautiful!
Please take off your clothes and show us your muscles!"
"I have to take off my clothes?"
"O... of course! Today is the anniversary of Cedric-sama reversing the day into night!
Master Shiro also said earlier that today would be designated as a national holiday!"
Sera desperately tries to come up with excuses to cover up her s*xual harrassment.
Yes, Sera had a muscle fetish.
Cedric's body has been trained to look like a Greek sculpture through extremely harsh training.
Sera actually knew.
Cedric says it's amazing when he takes it off.
Although his p*nis is lousy, he has a six-pack body that would make Hercules pale.
And she always wanted to be hugged by those Hercules-like muscles.
Well, it's impossible because Cedric has no interest in Sera, whose personality suddenly changes when she rides a vehicle.
"That’s amazing! Cedric-sama! That’s amazing!
Make your latissimus dorsi twitch!"
"Is that really necessary?"
Cedric asks, tilting his head.
"I… It’s necessary! We are planning to erect a bronze statue of Cedric-sama’s naked body in this memorable place where day had turned into night!
If you don't get naked and pose, the historical facts will be wrong!"
"I see, so it's for my statue!
It's true that if you're going to build a statue of a naked body, you really should make the events of that time based on historical facts!
You're right! That's right! The only way to make a statue is in that pose!"
Cedric raises his right hand towards the sky.
"I don’t have a single regret in my l*fe!"
Cedric hums the famous words of Raoh from Fist of the N*rth Star.
"That's good! It's so beautiful! Please make your pectoral muscles twitch too!"
Needless to say, Sera was drooling and cumming so much from excitement.
A few days later, a bronze statue of a shirtless Cedric was erected in this spot, which is another story.
The author may write more about this at a later date.
However, Charlemagne was completely forgotten.
His left arm had been slashed from his shoulder, and he was growing impatient.
"W... what is this... a sword skill that can change day into night...?
Even the Hero Artoria Pendragon couldn't do this kind of technique...''
Charlemagne was shown an impossible miracle and couldn't think straight.
"Your Excellency, I think it would be better if we retreat..."
The Vampire Duke, a senior vassal, speaks to him.
All those who were turned into vampires by the Ancestor Artoria Pendragon originally did not want to fight Cedric, who was thought to be the Ancestor's older brother.
And Cedric showed a hidden power that could completely change the day into night, it became clear to them that Cedric was indeed the real brother of the Ancestor, Artoria Pendragon.
"That’s right… we have no choice but to do that….
There's no way the Vatican would be able to do something so frightening as to kill the real older brother of the Ancestor-sama Artoria Pendragon...''
Having said that, Charlemagne is not without concerns.
The people currently controlling the Vatican are Vatican supremacists.
If the Vatican supremacist factions told him to kill Cedric no matter what, as a king appointed as the Holy Roman Emperor, he would have no choice but to obey.
"You seem to be worried, but the Vatican will no longer be able to touch Cedric-sama, King of Sussex, after a while!"
"What do you mean?"
Charlemagne asks the vampire, his chief vassal.
"Because Cedric-sama will be appointed a saint soon."
"I see… a saint…. of the two miracles required to be recognized as a saint, the first is the reversal of day and night that was just shown.
This is the highest miracle among miracles.
And another miracle is certainly only a matter of time."
(In Christianity, there is a rule that if you perform two miracles, you will be certified as a saint. I wonder if it applies to vampires, though.)
Charlemagne agrees.
"That's right! If Cedric-sama evolves into a superior type of vampire, the Perfect Vampire Ancestor, there will be no greater miracles than this, so he will definitely be recognized as a saint, and the Vatican will not be able to touch him!"
The conversation between Charlemagne and his senior vassals has been concluded.
There was no reason to fight Cedric anymore.
Even if the Vatican says something, if they continue to ignore it for a while, time will tell.
For this reason, the Holy Roman Empire's army was able to quickly retreat from Normandy before they could ask for reparations, taking advantage of the fact that the day turned into night and it became pitch black.
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