Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 410
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Chapter 410: The Fallen Saintess
Sigurd’s body rushed forward with calculated strides. Her speed and grace were beyond measure, swinging her blade twice like a flowing river aiming towards Asura’s chest and neck. The young man calmly blocked them with his sword, and then the two of them began their dance.
With a flash of blue and silver, their bodies intertwined. A dance of grace and power. Their blades swung and parried, and the sound of metal striking metal rang out in a constant rhythm.
It was not a one-sided duel. Asura’s defence was not to be underestimated, and the occasional flash of his blade could penetrate Sigurd’s defences.
However, for every strike he delivered, the saintess struck back three times.
“You have improved so much Asura. What a wonderful technique, but your swordsmanship is still lacking behind your raw abilities.”
The saintess’s eyes were cold as ice, her calm voice hiding the murderous aura that poured out of her body. Sigurd was excited. She couldn’t help but grow more addicted to the duel, with swirling green winds wrapping around her like a storm, trying to crush her opponent.
Pride and determination filled Asura’s heart.
“Sigurd, your speed is lacking, and you are too impatient. You have to control your emotions.” In the past, he could barely keep up with her, but now, with his body surpassing the mortal realm, Asura finally could match her equally.
“Haha, what a good advice. It looks like you finally grew up, little Asura. Show me how far you have come; let me feel everything you have experienced!”
Her tone was full of joy and excitement, a soft blush on her cheeks. Sigurd’s heart raced with both delight and affection. Her true desire for the longest time was to fight her beloved to reach a higher realm together.
This duel was their dance, their ritual of love.
Their blades met again and again. Sigurd’s body spun, the blade slashing down like lightning.
Asura’s body twisted, his hand flashing forth, a palm strike aimed at his opponent’s chest before his blade shot up to intercept her.
Her weapon stopped in mid-air, and Asura’s body followed her rhythm, flowing along with her.
The two of them fell into a complete immersion, lost in their moment together, the sound of clashing metal resounding in their ears, the blood rushing through their veins as both of them began to use their trump cards naturally, Asura’s Liberación gradually activating, along with Sigurds Manifestation, their speed, power and magic exploding in size.
“Wow… this is the serious teacher?” Danos muttered while he stepped back from the fierce tornado that enveloped Sigurd.
“Our Lord… His strength is beyond my imagination..” Alexander said with his eyes full of excitement and joy.
“Asura is… amazing.” Manfried whispered under his breath, “A powerful lord is best for the people.”
“That… that is not normal, right? How can they be this fast and strong? Can a human being achieve such a feat?”
A blue light clashed with a silver glow, sparks flying in all directions.
Both of them were beyond the realm of humans.
Sigurd’s silver eyes couldn’t help but fill with glee. The boy she had once seen as weak and useless was no more. He had grown into a mighty warrior who could stand beside her as her equal. ‘No… He is beyond me… and will eventually surpass me in all realms!’
“Amazing, little Asura… I knew it. I knew it! The moment you stood before me, I knew it, I knew you would one day grow up into a man… a man that would capture my heart and sword! And now, look at you! You have surpassed me, Asura. You are indeed worthy of my love, worthy of the title of the Sword Demon!”
She laughed as she spoke. Her voice was soft and melodic, a sound of pure bliss. She was the happiest she had ever been, and Sigurd could finally share the joy with the man she loved.
“Sigurd, I will win.”
Asura’s body twirled and clashed with Sigurd, his body teleporting in a flash of black lightning, his hand shooting out towards the saintess’s throat, his palm coated with dark flames, his eyes filled with a cold determination.
“Asura, I will always love you…”
Sigurd’s body froze. Her mind blanked as Asura’s hand grasped her slender neck. Her face was flushed, her body hot. Her silver eyes turned towards the man she loved, a faint smile on her lips.
“That’s Enough!”
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The match was over as Sigurd let her blade slip from her hands, reaching out for Asura’s face as his hand wrapped around her throat.
“I am yours, Asura.”
Asura’s face turned pale, his eyes widening as the world stopped. His palm was mere inches from her throat. In the heat of battle, he almost tried to kill her.
“Sigurd, I-”
Sigurd’s lips stopped in his voice as she pulled him into a deep kiss, his hand releasing her throat, cupping her face.
“Shhh, I won’t give you up. I will never let you go.”
He couldn’t speak. Sigurd’s tongue invaded his mouth, her fingers grasping his head. An unshakable will and affectionate voice filled Sigurd’s voice. She would not let him go.
“Sigurd…”
“I love you, Asura. I will always love you.”
Her voice was soft, her breath warm against his ear. Her arms wrapped around his back, embracing him.
“Asura…”
Sigurd’s hand slid down his back, reaching for his waist.
“I love you…”
Her quiet voice caused him to tremble as her lips brushed his ear.
“You have exceeded my expectations, my love. You have become a man beyond my imagination, so worthy of standing alongside me. That I feel I no longer match you…”
The cold, ruthless and indifferent Saintess was gone. Instead, her eyes were warm and loving, her voice gentle and affectionate. The two people’s intense display of affection stunned the thirty knights. They only knew the cold and ferocious saintess that trained them. To see such a lovely maiden now leaning into their lord’s arms shocked them all.
“Sigurd…”
Her hand reached down and pulled on his belt, unclasping it and pulling his trousers down.
“Sigurd, stop.”
“Why? I know you want me.” Her voice was passionate, blowing down his neck, filled with seduction and desire.
“Because…. there are people…”
“Fweh?!”
Sigurd’s eyes widened in shock. The surrounding people were watching their lord and her making out in front of them, and although shocked for a moment, she didn’t care. She would do anything to show her love for her man.
However, she realised it was improper and gave his body one last tight squeeze, as if to leave her scent on his body longer before parting, her cheeks normally creamy white now a thick red, as she picked up her fallen sword.
“Lord Asura… please forgive my shameful display…”
“Ah, It’s fine, I’m sure no one would mind. Now, let us continue everyone’s training.”
“As you wish.”
Asura noticed her disappointed face before he leaned close and whispered in her ear, “We shall continue our ‘duel’ later tonight.”
***
Three hours later, Noir and Lucia arrived to call everyone for dinner. When they arrived, all the knights were panting on the floor, out of both magic and physical strength. Asura trained them harder than Sigurd!
“Come, it’s time for dinner!”
“Oh!! Who is this beautiful angel!”
“A goddess!”
“Please speak more!”
Everyone’s ears perked up when they heard Noir’s cheerful voice, and the thirty knights looked towards their lord, hoping to have his permission.
“Go on. Everyone can have a rest tonight. But we will be training even harder tomorrow!”
“Yes, Lord Asura!”
“Yes, Teacher, Lord Asura!”
Everyone cheered and ran off, eager to get a closer look at the two beautiful maidens. However, they were never impolite, instead, treating them with respect and politeness. Asura didn’t care. If they offended his family, he would beat them to an inch of life.
“Asura, you are really something,” Lucia said, her voice full of pride and admiration. “To defeat the sword saintess, and make her fall for you that hard…”
Because Lucia could split herself into several shadows, she knew almost everything that Asura did and said. So, despite the earlier confession of Sigurd and their lovely moment, she knew about it.
“It wasn’t me. It was just the result of many years of training. Besides, she is an amazing woman.”
“What about you? Did you fall for her as well?”
“Me? She is a beautiful maiden, and her strength is a bit alluring. However, I fell for her the moment I saw her swinging that silver sword.”
“Eh?! You did?” Sigurd gasped, her cheeks blushing from his casual words.
“I did. She is a perfect combination of beauty and strength. How can I not love her?”
Sigurd’s face turned bright red, her hand covering her cheeks as she stared at Asura. While Lucia’s cheeks puffed out, her hand grasping his, her gaze at him full of longing.
“What about me?”
“You are the most beautiful, no one can compare to you, Lucia. I love you.”
“Good, hehe. That’s good.”
The three of them walked together towards the main hall, although Sigurd felt a tinge of jealousy towards the other women around Asura. She could control herself and would take it out on him later tonight when they continued their duel.
‘I will train you so well you won’t have the energy to pay attention to anyone else, Asura.’
She smiled as she thought, her gaze landing on the man beside her, her heart beating with anticipation and excitement.
‘My love…’
***
That night, the thirty knights returned to their rooms, exhausted. They had been given a room each, with the best beds and amenities possible, with a large bathhouse for them to enjoy.
Sigurd used the money from Asura and the Queen in the best interest of raising happy, content warriors of great strength. It was no use having knights who felt disgusted or spent several years hating the academy.
When the night began to turn the world into a midnight paradise, Sigurd approached Asura’s room, wearing a transparent black silk nightgown.
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