Fenrir tilted its head in boredom at Beelzebub’s words. It didn’t seem to care about Frondier, but it seemed to listen to Beelzebub.
It wasn’t difficult to listen to what he had to say. What kind of question was he going to ask? Just as Fenrir thought that…
“Selena, Beelzebub.”
Frondier’s mouth opened.
At his voice, Selena lowered her head and Beelzebub shrugged.
“Both of you, move.”
At Frondier’s words, the two stepped aside without a moment’s hesitation.
The straight line between Fenrir and Frondier was completely cleared.
A straight line.
With Frondier in front of it, its body bound, in a straight line.
Only Fenrir in this world didn’t know what this meant.
“Hey, wolf.”
[……What?]
“Judging by the way you talk, you’re also the type who only acknowledges the strong, right?”
Fenrir had just tested Frondier.
How well would he cope with its aura release, how long could he endure it?
And Frondier had failed that test.
The reason was simple.
He hadn’t even thought about fighting Fenrir.
“Good, good. I understand. I understand very well. I’ve met a lot of guys like you. You look down on the weak and respect the strong. They’re perverts I can’t understand, but I’ve had it drilled into my bones how to deal with them.”
Frondier opened his right hand.
Weaving, Mjölnir.
He opened his left hand.
Weaving, Excalibur.
[……!]
Fenrir’s eyes widened at Frondier’s changed atmosphere.
“I was worried that you might be wary of me, that you might misunderstand if I used aura as a threat, but I shouldn’t have worried. Of course you wouldn’t. You’re Fenrir. I’d be underestimating you if I thought the King of Beasts would misunderstand something like that.”
Besides, Frondier had swallowed the Dragon Heart.
Boom—!!
Frondier’s aura dwelled in both weapons.
His wings spread, and his Mana soared.
Obsidian activation.
The spreading Obsidian colored both weapons, and his Mana gathered into Excalibur.
“In my experience, guys like you who pursue strength don’t mind getting hurt a little themselves.”
Like Renzo, for example.
Renzo took fighting strong opponents as fun, and he didn’t mind getting hurt in the process. Of course, dying was a different matter.
But there was one thing Frondier was overlooking.
Renzo was insane, even compared to all the tribes and Gods of mankind,
and Fenrir wasn’t that crazy.
“Let me pass your test.”
[……No, wait.]
Frondier smiled.
He smiled with a face devoid of any malice or fighting spirit.
In fact, that wasn’t his intention at all.
Frondier wasn’t trying to fight Fenrir right now.
Fenrir saw Frondier as weak, so he had to show him that he was strong.
And after that…
“We…”
Whizz
Excalibur, held in a reverse grip.
The tip of the sword pointed at Fenrir.
“…can be friends.”
Shhh!
He swung Mjölnir in his other hand.
Craaaash!!!
Sword Force Release,
Frondier Original,
Nail.
[……Bark!]
To counter this attack, Fenrir first had to release its aura, but…
It was so surprised by Frondier’s attack that its body stiffened.
The Sword Force “Nail” split the air and rushed towards Fenrir’s eyes, and
Whoosh—
It grazed past its ear.
Fwoosh—
Booooom!!!
It flew a long distance away and crashed into a wall somewhere far off, creating a tremendous roar.
An earthquake seemed to travel from afar, and the rising dust swirled up, obscuring his vision.
After all the dust had settled.
“Hmm.”
Frondier lightly clenched and unclenched both hands. The two weapons were already gone.
“So this is what it feels like to be a devil.”
Frondier had learned something from fighting Beelzebub.
Devils were originally closer to Mana than humans. As a result, they could almost instinctively handle aura.
But that characteristic wasn’t only realized in aura. It was the same with magic.
Beelzebub had omitted most of the processes when using magic during their fight. That was why Frondier had chosen close combat.
This characteristic of devils had always angered Frondier, but…
Now he was a devil. He now possessed the very characteristic that had angered him “So, what do you think?”
Frondier spoke to Fenrir.
Fenrir was still looking back at the scene of destruction where “Nail” had flown and collapsed.
“Is this enough to earn me the right to ask a question?”
Because Fenrir was looking behind it, Frondier couldn’t see its expression.
But after a while…
[……I see.]
Fenrir turned its head back to face Frondier.
[This much deserves a conversation. What is it?]
Fenrir looked at Frondier with a very calm face.
Frondier smiled brightly.
“Thank you.”
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