The Return of the Beloved Son

Archbishop Greed

"Witch Cult Sin Archbishop 'Greed', Regulus Corneus!" Regulus's eyes were wild with anticipation, "There is no need for an introduction from you.... Sword Saint, Reinhard van Astrea. It's a wonderful thing isn't it, an introduction? It gives me an opportunity to learn people's names before their inevitable death. A chance to be remembered in here," Regulus poked his head, "but sadly, no one stands out."

Around Regulus, the witch cultists did nothing but stared through their masks. Seeing so many of them enraged Rem. They wanted Emilia, but why? Was taking Nee-sama from Rem not enough? Why won't they just leave me alone!?

Rem didn't know who Regulus was, but he claimed to be an archbishop, so obviously he would well versed in the use of magic. If that was the case then it would be a fight that Rem most likely couldn't win. But Regulus was unarmed, no weapon was visible in his hand, this confused Rem. Why?

One of the hooded cultists summoned a fireball in their hand.

Rem shifted her gaze to look at the witch cultists. They were looking at Reinhard, the one with the fireball did nothing. One by one, each cultist summoned their own fireballs, glowing orbs of explosive magic. Soon, 25 of them were ready to be launched.

Regulus brushed his white hair out of his eyes and put his hands on his hips. He gave Reinhard a smug smile after looking behind him to see the battle ready cultists. Shrugging his shoulders, Regulus said, "Last chance, Sword Saint." He held out a pale hand, "Give me the half witch."

In response, Reinhard unsheathed his lesser sword. The blade reflected magnificently in the sunlight. Sharp enough to cut through stone, the sword was an extremely deadly weapon in combat. With Reinhard's ability to summon any Divine Right, any weapon he held, he was able to use skillfully. "You're intentions here are to take a Royal Candidate. As a knight, I cannot permit this." Reinhard stuck the blade out to face Regulus's amused face. "Stand down now and I may grant you mercy!"

Regulus faked a yawned, putting a hand over his mouth, "When other people talk it bores me. Also, if you don't recall, but I frankly don't enjoy fighting." Regulus smiled, "So I'll just go with the next best thing." He snapped his fingers and crossed his arms.

All at once, the witch cultists threw their fireballs at Reinhard. The multiple explosions sent dirt and grass flying, creating an enormous cloud of dirt. When the dust settled there was a crater where Reinhard once stood. Regulus smiled.

Reinhard fell from the sky, landing on his feet with his sword sinking into the soil. Brushing some dirt off his shoulder, Reinhard looked unfazed, "Didn't your mother tell you to fight your own battles."

Seeing Reinhard still standing didn't surprise Regulus. He expected the Sword Saint would easily evade an attack from the cultists. Brushing a hand through his hair, Regulus said, "That's an interesting thing to say to someone who refuses to fight. Although, in my mother's defense, she never had the chance to really give me any useful advice....because I killed her."

Reinhard removed his sword from the ground, disgusted by Regulus's statement, saying such a vile thing so casually. This angered Reinhard, "From what I can assume, you are a menace. I, Sword Saint, Reinhard van Astrea of Lugnica, will not allow you to do any more harm to anyone else. With you having intentions to continue to use violence, I cannot let you leave here alive."

Regulus pointed to the bloody mess at the front, "By harm, you mean that? He was in my way! Honestly, they just didn't understand that I had no quarrel with them. Yet, they continued to try to manhandle me. And the other one was lucky I just cut off his hand and not his head!"

Reinhard readied his sword, "According to the laws of Lugnica, the crimes you have committed give me the right to execute where you stand."

Regulus chuckled, it was a friendly one. One that sounded as if he were having fun, "How cute. Tell you what, Sword Saint." Regulus put his arms behind his back, "I will allow you to strike me with the first blow. Strike me with all the power that sword has and watch as I absorb the attack!" His boasting echoed across the whole area.