The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 70: Breath

“Do you know? Even the Primordials aren’t all the same.”

Though he had clearly heard the Grandmaster’s question, Isaac didn’t have the leniency to turn his head towards her.

Although said Primordial was far enough away to appear so tiny in his eyes, the alarming sense of crisis, as if he might lose his neck the moment he took his eyes off even for a second, was real.

“Yes, I’ve heard that once before.”

He didn’t know the details, but he did hear that not all Primordials were the same.

To draw an analogy, they were like high nobles.

Just as the Albion Kingdom had various noble families like Helmont, Cardias, and Blackthorn.

The Primordials each had their own domains, like high nobles.

“That one’s called Sword Demon.”

“Sword Demon...”

A bitter taste stung his tongue. From the ominous demonic energy he emitted, that was a name that suited the Primordial well.

“I’ll be frank. It would be best for us to retreat, but...”

“They won’t let us, will they?”

“Yes. Besides, it isn’t like you could just retreat, no?”

Indeed.

There was one thing that Isaac was certain about.

Although Arandel was missing, the Helmont’s knights were still here.

Cardias’ Silverna, and knights from other noble families were also gathered here.

If they were to retreat, that meant they were admitting that the kingdom’s forces weren’t strong enough to beat a Primordial.

“That means, eliminating him here is our best bet.”

“...Are you confident?”

The Grandmaster asked him, but his gaze was fixed on the knights ahead.

“These are the kingdom’s finest knights. I understand what you’re worried about, but I still think that the situation is in our favor.”

“...”

“Have you seen the Knights of Helmont?”

The Grandmaster didn’t answer.

Conversely, a smile formed on Isaac’s lips.

“We can win. Humanity is not so helpless.”

The Primordials were powerful, and Isaac knew that.

But on their side were the knights that were revered as ‘Great’.

He was certain that being’s single odachi wouldn’t be able to cut down everyone.

After pondering about his words for a while, the Grandmaster calmly nodded.

“You got a point. Very well.”

She decided to lend him her support. Though the Primordial had an overwhelming presence, it was the Transcendent Race who was being cornered here. She reminded herself of that.

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Since the arrows that were being shot continuously fell to the ground unceremoniously, at some point, they stopped shooting them.

The Primordial looked around at the knights surrounding the mansion with his snake-like eyes.

Without a word, he slowly pulled back his odachi.

He prepared himself to draw his sword, and sure enough, his blow came at a tempo quicker than everyone’s thoughts.

“Kugh!?”

BOOM!

Two swords clashed, and a loud sound echoed.

Lohengrin’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard at the heavy impact he felt on his greatsword.

The attack was all too familiar to him.

Through his duels with Isaac, he had learned that such swords were the most dangerous when they were still resting in their scabbards.

Although he couldn’t follow the sword’s movements with his eyes, his body remembered the sensation, and that saved his life.

“Hmm.”

The Sword Demon let out a hum of disappointment.

He was clearly dissatisfied that his surprise attack aimed for a one-hit kill had been deflected so easily.

However, he didn’t seem particularly fixated on it since he didn’t show even the slightest hint of being flustered.

“Greatswords forward! Form a wall and advance!”

With just one exchange, Lohengrin managed to sense it. This was not an opponent he could defeat by clashing head-on.

Although unpleasant for him, this was proof that he had grown.

The fact that he continuously lost to Isaac, whom he despised so much, humbled him enough to see his shortcomings.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The Helmont’s knights formed a formation and struck their greatswords into the ground.

Turning into one massive red wall, they began to exert pressure on the Primordial.

“Huh, their response is better than I expected...”

“That’s a good response.”

The Grandmaster and Silverna muttered at the same time. Both of them looked at each other for a moment before Isaac hurriedly pushed the Grandmaster’s head down.

“Oww?! What are you—!?”

“Their response is good, yeah. It seems like Lohengrin is talented in this area.”

Hearing Isaac’s words, Silverna replied to him without dwelling on his action much.

“Right. Honestly, I was a bit worried, but he did a decent job.”

The Grandmaster glared at him from the side, but he pretended not to see. Receiving her glare  was better than letting Silverna unnecessarily discover her identity.

In any case, this level of response was excellent enough to make Clarisse’s worries seem like an overreaction, but...

“Their Crimson Essence is going to be a problem...”

Every single one of the knights’ Crimson Essence looked pale.

It was because they had gone all out during their first blow, aiming for a one-hit kill, so they barely had any reserves left.

Though one couldn’t judge that they made the wrong move, it was hard to deny that it would probably be better if they hadn’t done that.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

Since Helmont is facing that guy head-on, the rest could join in from the sides.

With his hand on his tachi, Isaac followed behind the other knights.

From now on, he planned to subdue the Primordial—not as a swordsman, but an assassin—by turning himself into a thin needle among the numerous knights’ swords and stab him. But...

“Hold your lines!”

The Grandmaster’s roar erupted from behind. Hearing that, the Helmont’s knights instantly tensed their bodies.

At that moment, an ink-colored slash broke through the knights’ greatswords and penetrated through.

Crack!

It rendered their Crimson Essence useless, and the wall they made was split in half. The Sword Demon’s ominous gaze, containing red demonic energy, swept over them.

“Phew.”

Having ruined his posture with that one great swing, he adjusted his stance as if to recover his dropped shoulder.

More than half of the greatswords were broken.

Some knights even lost their lives, but the silver lining here was that they weren’t totally annihilated.

“How on earth—!?”

Lohengrin’s eyes widened at the nightmarish situation as he fell to one knee.

The fact that the Sword Demon’s slash didn’t reach its end was partly thanks to Lohengrin’s fine sword.

Meanwhile, the other Helmont’s knights were cut down helplessly.

Even for a Primordial, his strength was beyond common sense.

If Father was here, could he have stopped him...?

The being’s overwhelming strength even made him wonder such a thing.

“Sorcery...”

Isaac gritted his teeth and rushed forward. The Grandmaster, following behind him, nodded.

“Correct. It’s as you said.”

Along with the blood-red flow on the Sword Demon’s body, the black energy emanating from his odachi clearly felt like a different power altogether.

And indeed, the ink color force that was contained in the odachi was sorcery.

The same sorcery that had devoured the life force of hundreds of people living in Blackthorn.

“It’s literally a Demon Sword...”

A Primordial who got buffed by a large-scale sorcery; his strength was simply beyond common sense.

Silverna, who ran alongside Isaac, gripped her spear tightly.

“Isaac! Are you sure this is okay?!”

After seeing such an overwhelming slash just now, approaching him like this seemed no different from suicide, but...

Rather than retreating, Isaac put more strength into his toes and closed the distance.

“Now’s our chance! He can’t just fire out something so powerful simultaneously!”

One could unleash unbelievable power through sorcery, but they had to pay the appropriate price for it.

Since he had done it once, he wouldn’t be able to do it again immediately.

While everyone was hesitating, Isaac passed through them, leaping forward and drawing his tachi.

Compared to the Iai the creature had shown, it was a pitiful strike.

In fact, the Sword Demon blocked it with ease, as if mocking him.

Clang!

Isaac’s tachi that collided with the odachi seemed unable to withstand the force and bounced off, cutting through the air.

Just as the Sword Demon was about to sneer at him as a fool who lacked even the strength to grip a sword.

“Hup!”

Thud!

Isaac’s opposite foot stepped forward with momentum as he drew another tachi.

This Iai was even faster and sharper than the previous one.

The Sword Demon, realizing that Isaac had intentionally let go of his sword to deceive him, tilted his odachi in the opposite direction to block.

Clang!

The ring their clash produced was much clearer than before.

“Surprise.”

The moment Isaac and the Sword Demon faced each other, a voice from above interrupted.

“Your breathing is quite good.”

The Grandmaster, having caught the tachi Isaac had dropped in the first exchange in midair, unleashed her Flash Strike towards the Sword Demon.

Swoosh!

“...!”

The Sword Demon hurriedly leaped back to create distance. Blood poured from the long sword wound on his shoulder, staining the ground.

“Am I getting weaker? I’ve been trying to cut my enemies’ shoulders off since yesterday, but I just can’t somehow.”

She grumbled, seemingly still frustrated at herself for being unable to cut Arandel’s shoulder in yesterday’s battle.

“This moment was built on the sacrifice of my brethren.”

As he said that, the Sword Demon’s forked tongue trembled. His voice, as he gripped the odachi tightly, was filled with hatred and resentment.

“This is where Arandel is to be buried... Yet others seeked to replace his place.”

He covered his face with one hand. Tears welled up in his eyes as he lamented.

The tears that flowed down his red cheeks showed his genuine distress.

“Where has he gone? The owner of the sword meant to clash with mine... Where has he departed to?”

A trap set to kill Arandel.

That was this Demon Sword’s true identity. Born from the life force of Blackthorn’s citizens and the deaths of the being’s other comrades, it was meant as a trap to kill Arandel.

Gripping it, the Sword Demon shook his head back and forth.

“Ah, what a tragedy...”

Without taking his eyes off the lamenting creature, Isaac asked Silverna who had arrived behind him.

“Cover me with your spear. I won’t be able to follow his slashes with my eyes once I enter his range.”

“You want me to help while keeping my distance? That’s a tall order, you know?”

Though she said that, Silverna infused her spear with white Aura. It was a signal that she was ready to go at any time.

The Grandmaster, listening to the conversation, threw her suggestion while holding Isaac’s tachi.

“Do what you just did again, I’ll try to match you.”

“No, let’s do the opposite. I’ll match you.”

“Oho? Can you?”

The Grandmaster turned her gaze towards Isaac as she asked. At that, Isaac just smirked.

I’ve been watching your sword for years...

“Of course.”

He was fully confident.