Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 262

Chapter 262: A Sister’s growth

In a world devoid of sunlight, where blood rivers flow towards the sky, and safety is a mere illusion, a lone girl stands, her breath steady.

She wields a sword, its point directed at a pack of twisted, deformed monsters, her body a testimony to her perseverance, covered in deep wounds.

“Haa…. Ugh…. Haa….”

“Foolish female, you enter the Abyss with such power?”

“Human, you shall become our meal.”

‘Brother, Amalia will become stronger!’

As the monsters approached, her unsteady hands placed her sword upright, covering her face. As petals danced around her body, she covered her blade with beautiful colours of gold, purple, and blue, mimicking the ebb and flow of an ocean.

A blade 100 centimetres long, an extended handle with reinforced purple and black metal over 50cm long, designed for a special type of swordsmanship.

“Sword of the fallen, vanquish the foes which stand before me.”

“Gyahaha~ a chant?”

“What a cute little girl!”

The storm of flowers emulated the colours flowing along her blade, forming a magical glow. Amalia’s eyes turned brilliant gold as her hair danced amongst the petals.

None of the monsters could feel her pressure because this was the technique and style she chose.

Without form, without pressure like the calm ocean until she attacked like a brutal tsunami.

“End Break – Second Form!”

The world became silent the moment she unleashed her blade. The disfigured monsters realised her danger a moment too late as the divine light from her blade followed her slash and became a wave of divine light.

“R-RUN!”

“She’s NOT NORMAL!”

“GYAAA!!”

Each step of her foot sounded like thunder as she traversed the battlefield faster than the blink of an eye, reaching behind the first monster at lightning speed.

Amalia, or rather, the beast that dwells within her, slashed the monsters with lightning speed. Her blade beheaded them while the divine light eradicated their bodies, leaving nothing in its wake.

‘Left.’

‘Up!’

‘Right!’

Amalia followed the whispers from the beast, decimating the enemies at lightning speed. Her wounds faded as she attacked. A side effect of using this form would steal the life force of enemies she attacked, be it killing or just clashing with them.

In this world, devoid of light, where danger lurks in every nook and cranny, only by obtaining the strength of a ‘beast’ can one survive.

To do this, Amalia became the light itself, tearing through the darkness.

“Gugu…”

“T-Too fast!”

“RETREAT!!”

After slaying the monsters in front of her, she found that the remaining enemies fled. A rare sight because most creatures in the Abyss would not retreat and would die fighting.

Instead of calming down, she lowered her sword and held out her half-closed palm towards those who fled.

Her divine light gathered into a golden sphere in her extended palm, concentrating and condensing as her arm trembled. Amalia’s veins writhed beneath the surface as her muscles convulsed, and the condensed sphere of light shot out like a beam towards the fleeing monsters.

‘Like my brother! I will conquer those who might hurt him!’

The beam of light engulfed the fleeing monsters, causing them to scream and squeal before disintegrating into nothingness.

Amalia let out a sigh after she finished her attacks, and her breath grew even weaker as she staggered, using the silver sword to keep her standing.

She had been fighting nonstop for hours and overused her light attribute abilities. In exchange for overwhelming power, her body suffered grievous consequences, but Amalia had long grown accustomed to the pain.

‘With this, your light element has become mine… Thank you, Miss Fairy.’

“Haa… haa…”

The fairy she spoke of was a voice that sometimes sounded. She gave her advice on swordsmanship and allowed her to awaken the divine light element along with her wind element. Her name was Rosam, and Amalia didn’t know the significance of the name; she only thanked her as the fairy gave her advice on both the sword and her twisted love.

“Fufu, as long as you continue to seek strength to protect your brother, I will be here for you, Amalia.” A small voice and tiny sprite floated around Amalia’s shoulder, with brown twin tails.

“Amalia, I think it’s time to go home.” The fairy whispered. “Your brother would worry if you don’t return on time.”

‘I-I know but…. But…’

She felt the huge gains from this strange realm. Unlike her world, the benefits of killing monsters increased her power visibly. Yet her trembling limbs and aching muscles made her stop this stubborn and reckless desire.

“Okay, let’s head back.”

With a flash of silver light, a small token engraved on Amali’s neck shone and enveloped her. A bright flash of light followed, and she left the dark realm.

***

Amalia now appeared in a cabin in the woods. Amalia’s body remained injured, her dress in ruins and her dark silver hair unkempt.

The cabin was close to the Lyndwrym fort, where the fifth division of Valkyrie and Sword Saintess protected the people who began rebuilding the fort city with a new design better suited to fighting large numbers and enemies from the far east.

“Back home…”

“Did you go there again, Amalia? Look at your body. What am I going to do with you?!”

“Mother!?”

Sigurd’s deep voice caused Amalia to shudder and turn, only to find that the invincible existence she knew seemed wounded!

Amalia gasped when she saw her mother’s bandaged arm, her dress ruined, and her expression weak. Her face paled in contrast to her usual fair complexion.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I just fought a few too many monsters, and they struck back with a deadly weapon.” Sigurd said as she hugged the young Amalia, hiding her pain.

“…”

Amalia could not utter a word as her lips trembled and tears gathered in her eyes.

“N-No. Don’t leave me, okay? I’ll be a good girl. I won’t misbehave again!” Amalia clutched her mother tightly, her tiny hands caressing Sigurd’s dishevelled silver hair, causing her to frown in response.

“Of course, I’m not dying soon, so stop crying and tell me what happened during your training.”

“Really?”

“I swear!”

“Nn!”

Sigurd and Amalia sat down on the sofa while she thought about what to tell Sigurd of her training, the rivers of blood. The sky without a sun? Or the disfigured monsters?

“I used the second form twice and the first form well. Rosam helped me with my balance so I can use the first form in battle without trouble now!”

“Rosam is still guiding you?”

Amalia didn’t notice, but when Sigurd spoke the name ‘Rosam’, she smiled gently; her eyes shone with a kind light, like a gentle ocean in the summer.

“Yes! Thanks to her advice, I learned how to use the divine element; all this time, I thought it was light. But Rosam told me it was Divine light.”

Amalia boasted about the fairy’s achievements, her tone resembling that of a spoiled child showing off her favourite toy.

“As expected of my daughter. You’ve truly grown strong, and you’re so beautiful as well. What if your brother cannot hold back?”

‘That’s what I want, eheheh.’

Amalia and Sigurd giggled at each other as Sigurd turned on the magical communication orb, only to see an unexpected face appear on the screen.

“Asura!?”

A handsome male with sharp, powerful eyes stood without his shirt, a muscular body covered in sweat, as he waved at the pair. “Yo Sis, Sigurd!”

‘Brother’s naked chest! Ah… it’s so sexy.’

“What’s the matter? You rarely contact me like this,” Sigurd said with a bitter tone in her voice.

“Haha, do I need a reason to call you when I miss you two? Let me have a look at Amalia,” Asura said as he moved the camera and placed it on the table while sitting on a chair. His body was in full view now, causing Amalia to turn bright red.

“B-Brother, you look so good!”

“Eh? Amalia are you okay? Those are some thick bandages. Don’t be too reckless, or Big Brother will worry too much.”

“Nn! I will be careful.” Amalia smiled as she gazed at the camera with a gentle expression.

“Asura, how did the battle in the south end?”

“We won. The city is being rebuilt, but several thousand have marched south. However, they left us behind.”

‘It’s my brother…’ The fairy’s voice echoed in the mind of Amalia as she sneakily recorded the video on her small viewing crystal like a sneaky thief.

“Ah, Amalia. Please make sure you learn well and protect Sigurd.” Asura’s expression turned serious as he gave his last words to her. “I’m not there for her now, and she gets careless when I’m away. Look at her being wounded like you. Though I don’t know when possible, I think we will meet soon.”

Asura seemed to look strange when speaking because his eyes turned away from the camera. Both women noticed this, but they didn’t pursue it; instead, they wanted to cherish the short time they had to speak with him.

“Okay, brother, Amalia will protect her no matter what.”

“Yes, yes. Amalia can keep me safe.”

Asura chuckled at Sigurd and his sister’s words as he relaxed a little. “I wanted to stay longer, but for now, I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Ah, brother, you’re going already?” Amalia could not hold back as her face turned disappointed at Asura’s departure.

“Yes. I have to get some rest, and I have to attend an emergency meeting. Haa… this is all because of that woman.”

“Woman!? Which woman!”

“The queen, why do you look so angry, like a kitten ready to pounce?” Sigurd glanced at Amalia, who looked at Asura with her face scrunched up and couldn’t help giggling.

“It’s nothing. Just remember to take care of yourselves!”

“Yes, Asura, good luck in the meeting,” Sigurd said her last words with a forced smile. Amalia remained silent after realising her brother mentioned a woman, and she noticed several pieces of women’s underwear in the background.

The call ended with a click before she turned to Sigurd with a pout, “Does my brother have lots of women?”

“Huh!? O-Oh, w-well, your brother has many admirers because of his strength.” Sigurd forced a smile as she stuttered on her words and became strangely defensive.

“No fair! He promised to look my way if I practised and improved! Stupid brother… Smelly Asura!” Amalia screamed at Sigurd as she stomped away.

“E-Eh? Wait, Amalia. Don’t be like this… Get back here.”

The entire evening became chaotic as Amalia whined and hollered in her room, ignoring her Sigurd until she became hungry, and they ate together; it seemed she planned to punish her brother and his issue with women.