Chapter 30

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Puuk-!

She aimed for the demon's giant, jet-black eyes.

"..."

Paat-!

The moment the embedded sword was pulled out.

'......!!!'

A deafening, soundless roar echoed through the forest.

Though she couldn't hear it, the force of it reverberated through her skull.

The wind ripples spread far and wide, powerful vibrations making her dizzy and blurring her vision.

"...Erica, get down from there!"

The monster opened its gaping maw.

Hmph, gulp-!

A venomous mist spewed out, seizing the humid air and boiling it black.

"Whoosh, chwiik-!

The acrid, poisonous mist was opaque, blocking her vision completely.

'...'

Huwuk-.

The poisonous mist swirled around the mithril sword.

'...What...'

The black-green smoke enveloped only Erica, as if she were shielded by a divine breeze. It had to be the sword.

'What's with this absurd sword?'

Unaffected by the poison fog, Erica watched as the mist thickened, yet the crystalline membrane of the mithril sword remained clear.

It was undoubtedly a special sword, protecting its owner.

Where had Chaud acquired such a masterpiece?

It could be deemed a legendary holy artifact, a creation that surpassed the skills of even the blacksmiths of the Imperial Capital.

'...This all feels so strange.'

Her grip on the sword still carried the heat from before.

Ironically, it also felt cold, like holding ice cubes.

The sensation didn't just encompass her hands; it tingled through her arms, shoulders, and entire body.

Her heart, in particular, seemed poised to burst at any moment.

'Is this because the sword is special?'

She pondered silently.

It was an unfamiliar sensation, and as she tightened her grip on the sword, a strange feeling washed over her.

"...Cough."

A faint cough echoed from far below.

Chaud could not be seen because of the thick poisonous fog, but the coughing sound was suspicious.

"What, you coughing down there? A Sword Master not immune to poison?!"

Erica's voice echoed loudly, urging him not to show any signs of weakness.

"...cough, cough, this is so... awful..."

"A Swordmaster's struggling! I've seen my master detoxify venom countless times!"

"...Cough, it's... hard to breathe down here... the air is... thick..."

"So detoxify and come up!"

Was this the time for him to feign weakness?

"The mucous membrane might be its vulnerability. I could try to get inside its mouth and strike its throat!"

Since it was so large, it was better to kill it by piercing it with an aura.

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