NOVEL SIMPLE Ch 67. Her Last Will
The sound of the steel was howling across the throne room, and each of them were followed by the faint sound of broken tiles and rocks.
After a few more clashes, the Ice Lady stopped her attacks and stood still at a safe distance, glancing at our Lady.
She looked exhausted. Her heavy breathing and the thicc drops of sweat that covered her face, neck and skin were clear marks of her inability to sustain long quarrels. I don't want to say this, but she looked pretty lame.
However, it makes total sense. You don't usually put people, that’s adquantied to fight using their magic, to swing a long heavy katana around the place. They don't have the amount of stamina that's needed to do something like that.
On the other hand, our Lady looked at ease.
But… there was something that was clearly out of place. There were tiny drops of cold sweat on the hand she was using to hold her sword, and her expression looked more serious than usual.
Something deep inside told me that she also was in a serious situation, there was no way that holding that kind of sword would go unnoticed, no matter how powerful you are.
In other words, even if it looked like our Lady had the upper hand, both of them were about to reach their limits.
I looked around. The throne room was almost fully destroyed due to their heavy steps and the shock waves of their strikes. I can only imagine the amount of destruction that a fight between two Demon Lords will carry if they were fighting with all their might.
Time passed with none of them saying or doing anything. However, the aura they irradiated, made each one of us unable to do or say anything that would lean the scale to either side, so the time continued marching at the same slow pace.
Finally, our Lady spoke and broke the heavy silence that was reigning the before called throne room.
“There's no way for you to win this fight, Anastasia. Now, let me cut that awful head out of your shoulders.”
“I-I want to see you try that!”
However, contrary to their defiant words, one of the knees of the Ice Lady fell to the ground, and so did one of her hands, in order to hold her back and avoid a fall with her face on the ground.
She looked like a warrior who was about to be named a knight. No, the fierce look she was giving to our lady along with her flustered expression, made her look like someone who was about to be beheaded.
Our Lady muttered some words before starting a slow walk towards the Ice Lady.
“You know? I never liked you…”
Shocked, the Ice Lady talked back to her, but her eyes were looking away. She was clearly avoiding eye contact.
“Neither did I…”
Both of them were lying. It was such an awful lie that it made me want to look away. Even if I knew almost nothing about the backstory between those two, their words, their actions and their behavior made it crystal clear: They were lying.
Sadly, this was a fight. What's more, it was not just a normal fight, it was a fight between two Demon Lords, and every fight has to end at some point. Knowing that, our Lady kept her slow walking pace towards the Ice Lady.
When our Lady was right in front of her defeated opponent, the Ice Lady muttered some words.
“At least… At least eat my heart…”
“So everything was for something like that? Sorry, but there's no way I could stand a life where our souls will be mixed, you know?”
“I see…”
The Ice Lady closed her eyes and turned her face away as my Lady raised her hand.
There was a loud strike. The girl by my side covered her mouth with both of her hands in order to stifle a scream. The fingers of my Lady’s hand were covered in blood. The head fell to the ground and less than a second after that, the body followed it. A pond of blood started to grow right where the head fell.
However, the Ice Lady wasn't beheaded. The moment when her neck was about to be cut, the cursed sword simply banished in the air, and instead, she ended up receiving a heavy punch that made her fly away, right in the middle of her face.
In the end, the fight was over. Even if no one died this time.