Chapter 328
Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 328
Chapter Title: The End of Sigrin (3)
Epania Empire's Third Princess, Sigrin Epania.
She was a genius with the sword.
"The Third Princess's talent is undoubtedly that of an emperor!"
"In this generation, every title related to the sword will belong to the Third Princess."
That was why, from a young age, she had grown up surrounded by nothing but praise.
Not that anyone would dare criticize someone of her status as the Third Princess.
Still, the praise she received was excessive, thanks to her promising talent.
And so.
Sigrin Epania had always believed herself to be the best.
The one reigning at the pinnacle.
The one born with sword talent.
The one who possessed beauty as well.
Sigrin loved strutting around with all those titles attached to her name.
She lived utterly immersed in the sweetness of praise.
But that didn't last.
There was someone who surpassed every talent she possessed.
Sword Saint
Charlotte Valheim
The one who had claimed the title of Sword Saint before her, despite Sigrin herself possessing sword talent.
Sigrin recalled it.
Perhaps her life had gone astray from that moment on.
And now.
Another person was making her feel that wall once more.
The one who had mastered the power of the White Dragon King, which she could never fully wield.
The one advancing triumphantly even as her regressed self failed time and again.
Krash Valheim.
This Valheim bastard kept blocking her path every time.
What grudge did he have against her?
He blocked her endlessly, over and over.
That fact filled Sigrin with disillusionment.
Every time she saw Charlotte, and now Krash, Sigrin felt herself becoming insignificant.
Unlike her, who was full of holes everywhere.
Krash was advancing forward without a single collapse, even in her eyes.
A mere cursed one, originally a non-combat class at that.
Yet this guy was enduring more steadfastly than she, who had been called the world's greatest prodigy.
Krash reflected in Sigrin's eyes.
Thinking back, even in his cursed days of the past, his gaze had never known defeat.
Even though he must have faced countless crises.
That utterly infuriating glint in his eyes still shone brightly.
"I've hated you from the very first moment."
Sigrin revealed a venomous hatred toward Krash, deep to the bone.
"Your life buried under the star called Charlotte Valheim, yet that gaze of yours always reeked of poison and defiance. Pathetic."
The day she first met Krash at Raheln Academy before her regression.
Sigrin had dragged him down to the depths to turn him into political leverage for herself.
The more the Valheim representative of Staron crumbled, the narrower Staron's position became.
Naturally, that would bolster Sigrin's own standing immensely.
Knowing this, Sigrin had relentlessly tormented Krash while pretending otherwise.
Yet despite all that harassment, Krash never broke.
Sure, he acted like a thug and was prickly to those around him.
But he was far from collapsed.
If anything, it was as if he had chosen solitude on purpose.
Like a steadfast stone statue in a typhoon, he always stood firm just like that.
"You and I could never coexist from the start."
Perhaps Sigrin wanted to prove something.
That she could crush the name Valheim under her feet at any time.
"So."
A ferocious aura of the white dragon surged even more fiercely from Sigrin's sword.
She was certain no one could stop this version of her, who had sacrificed her future for today.
"One of us has to die."
If they couldn't coexist, one had to die without fail.
Sigrin said this with a twisted smile.
At that moment, white flames began to whirl around Krash's body.
Since Sigrin's lineage wielded the White Dragon King's power, making her a World Erosion vessel, white flames—the power opposing World Erosion's black flames—could deal her far greater damage.
At the same time, the swirling white flames began compressing toward Krash.
Sigrin surmised it.
Krash, who had regressed alongside her, would know her specialty: prolonged battles.
He'd also know about Sword Light's existence.
Judging prolonged battles unfavorable.
He clearly intended to end it in one strike.
Krash's form began to change.
Scales sprouted on his face, and horns rose.
Heaven-Destroying Fire Dragon
Krash's realm achieved as a Dragon King.
This was the realm Krash had reached upon becoming a Dragon King.
Sigrin watched the sight impassively, slowly drawing her sword back.
If she wanted, she could evade this place and make Krash's efforts futile.
But Sigrin didn't do that.
Because all she had left now was her pride.
Turning her back on Krash?
Absolutely unforgivable.
Besides, she had to show him.
That even his all-out strike.
Wouldn't work on this Sigrin Epania.
'You'll be cursed forever.'
Sigrin had no intention of allowing him to defy fate.
He probably didn't know.
That she herself had been waiting for this moment.
Krash's single strike was undoubtedly powerful.
She knew it well, having witnessed it firsthand until now.
Krash had mainly used one-strike kills even at Raheln Academy.
Just the fact that he had defeated even Mary, called the Divine Spear, made it easy to gauge how strong his one-strike kills were.
Thus, Sigrin had deliberately induced this situation.
To force him, who knew her prolonged battle prowess, into a short battle.
The white dragon aura swirling around Sigrin's body began to diminish.
Instead, from deep within her body, the white dragon aura started to rage.
This raging power gradually fortified her flesh to immense strength.
Similar to Krash, but different.
Sigrin was drawing out her physical power to the extreme.
Sigrin quietly exhaled.
With it, the white dragon's breath that flowed out froze the surroundings.
Sigrin's eyes began to glow an eerie blue.
Because Krash had absorbed the true White Dragon King's power, all Sigrin could take was the husk.
Yet even sealed, Sigrin had reached the pinnacle with the white dragon's power before.
She too had an ace up her sleeve.
Crackle-
Using this power would mean she'd completely lose the white dragon's power afterward.
But it was fine.
She had pulled her future into today for this.
Now, she wasn't afraid of that.
Sigrin feared only one thing.
Defeating to that Krash standing there right now.
Thus, Sigrin burned all the white dragon's power to reach a higher transcendence.
Pure white scales sprouted over Sigrin's body.
At the same time, her eyes transformed into draconic form, just like Krash's.
Flap!
Behind her back, wings of pure white dragon aura unfurled.
Sigrin bared her sharpened fangs and assumed her stance.
Thud!
Soon after, from Krash's side, as if preparations were complete, fierce white flames poured out.
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
The lightning crackling over his sword shattered.
At the same time, Krash's sword spat white flames, thrusting toward Sigrin.
Krash's white flames reached right before Sigrin's nose.
Powerful enough to scorch her lungs just by breathing.
Krash's strike lived up to the name of certain kill.
But Sigrin was no less.
Sigrin thrust out her sword infused with her full power.
At the same time, the chill pouring from her sword engulfed everything around.
The white dragon's breath clashed violently with Krash's white flames, surging upward.
The battlefield of cold and heat turned everything around stark white.
Their powers were equal.
As such, the clash caused the imperial palace to collapse.
Crack- Crack-
Fragments of the crumbling palace scattered everywhere.
"Hah, heh."
Amid it all, a sinister smile hung on Sigrin's lips.
"What an idiot."
Sigrin had unleashed White Dragon Ice Emperor with her full power.
Yet her sword hadn't lost any strength; it was outputting even more than before.
It was thanks to Sword Light, the legacy and secret art of the Sword Emperor that Sigrin possessed.
Sword Light, which turns the opponent's attack into its own power upon receiving it.
Right now, Sigrin had frontal-blocked Krash's certain kill.
Thus, the Sword Light that had absorbed even Krash's certain kill shone with otherworldly ferocity.
This was Sigrin's aim.
Groan-
The sword called White Flash, one of the Ten Heavenly Swords, cracked from the immense power accumulated.
Now, no one could stop her here.
Krash must have expended all his power just now.
Sigrin already knew he poured his strength in a glass-cannon fashion.
"Was that your aim? Pathetic."
It was then.
Sigrin narrowed her eyes at Krash's voice piercing through the thick smoke.
Looks like he was bluffing.
As if.
Thud!
Sigrin stomped the ground.
In that instant, the aura rising from her foot erased all the smoke at once.
She charged with her sword gripped, Sword Light blazing, intent on killing Krash.
But in that moment, Sigrin witnessed something bizarre.
Krash, who should have used all his power moments ago.
Was somehow outputting even more, clutching Thunderclap.
The power in Thunderclap whitened her vision with its ferocity.
How was this possible all of a sudden?
He had clearly poured out everything before.
Was that full power just a feint?
'No way!'
If so, her White Dragon Ice Emperor would have pierced Krash's Extinguishing Flame Martial God and finished him.
That was the fact Sigrin knew best.
So why was Krash outputting more than before now?
It was thanks to the insane thing Krash had done.
The Aura Inner Core was a compressed form of aura power so vast that even Krash couldn't digest it.
The moment Krash swallowed the Aura in perfect condition.
The Aura's power would immediately rampage and burst him apart.
There, Krash had one thought.
What if he emptied all the power in his body first?
An utterly empty interior.
If he then absorbed the Aura Inner Core, wouldn't it fill that space?
A gamble bordering on suicide.
One misstep, and his body could collapse from enduring the remaining Aura power.
But the moment Krash saw Sigrin, he realized he had to throw everything at her.
Otherwise, she was too strong to break.
Thus, Krash played his final hidden card.
The result: half success, half failure.
Krash noticed the surging Aura madly devouring his body.
Even the vessel he created by pouring out all his power.
His flesh couldn't fully withstand the Aura Inner Core's power.
Drip, crunch-
Thus, his body was collapsing in real-time here and there.
But that didn't matter.
For this one moment.
Krash had grasped a realm he could only reach far in the future.
Ignoring his body's collapse, Krash slammed all his power into Thunderclap.
As a result, the Thunderclap that devoured massive Aura blazed incomparably fiercer than before.
It was like a star.
A star so blinding it could blind the eyes just to behold.
And Sigrin faced that sight head-on.
Before the star that made even the Sword Light she ignited look shabby.
"Ah, aaaaaaaaaah!"
Sigrin screamed like a banshee, thrusting her sword to deny the star.
"I've had enough of you, Sigrin."
Before such a Sigrin.
Krash raised his sword amid heat that dried even his sweat.
"Farewell."
Soon after, Krash's sword swung down toward Sigrin.
Extinguishing Flame Erosion
Ninth Form
Extinguishing Flame Star
It was the moment the star bearing white flames crashed into the earth.