Chapter 37
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 37. Who on the Battlefield Doesn't Have a Story
“….”
Elise, who was looking at Nagagor's corpse, looked around.
“…As expected, he ran away. Derac.”
To think he would run away alone leaving Nagagor's corpse behind.
As expected, this bastard is shrewd no matter how I think about it.
“Everyone.”
Elise spoke to Kalix and Ereka following behind.
“Let's track him immediately.”
***
A side path behind the forward base.
In that place, Derac was running speeding up to the fullest.
Running putting the power of stars in his two feet goes without saying, and he didn't miss making barbarian warriors stand by in between.
“Monster-like bitch! It's at a level where the number of stars is meaningless!”
How on earth.
How could someone clearly not exceeding merely the 4th Rank?
In barbarians' terms, six stars.
In the Empire bastards' terms, reaching the 6th Rank.
Gain an advantage against such monsters?
Like a crazy bitch.
Derac did not stop his steps even while muttering.
While his figure was moving for a long time.
“I found him. Young Lady.”
“Let's go immediately.”
Elise and Kalix. And Ereka were chasing Derac.
The method was simple.
It was Ereka's tracking magic.
“It won't be long. We can catch up immediately. Young Lady.”
“Thank you. Dame Ereka.”
“If push comes to shove, I can intercept him simply from a distance.”
“Let's try using all methods.”
Even while Elise nodded, they were moving.
That moment they kept moving like that.
“Over there!”
Far away.
Something slowly seen between the frozen earth of the North.
That back is exactly.
“Deraaaaaaac!!!”
Even at the moment Elise's Lion's Roar rang across the frozen earth, Derac did not answer.
Rather, he merely hastened his steps at an even faster speed.
“Dame Ereka! I ask for interference magic! Would it be possible while moving?”
“Of course!”
Ereka did not hesitate and started preparing magic.
In the meantime, Elise looked at the footprints engraved in the snow where Derac stepped.
Perhaps he paid attention in his own way, the traces are faint, but there was no way Elise's eyes would miss them.
“Dame Kalix! Dame Ereka! We chase!”
The moment a chase was about to occur immediately.
Kalix's mouth hurriedly opened.
“…There? Young Lady! You must not go there!”
“Yes?”
“Over there! It's a place with snow traps! Snow piled up over cracked earth, so if you walk even slightly wrong, the snow collapses and you die!”
At those words, Elise recalled the knowledge from her first life.
‘…It's a crevasse.’
It's definitely that.
One of the causes why those climbing snow mountains die off.
That terrain where, if slightly wrong, you fall while walking on a terrain piled only with snow.
Elise looked at the appearance of Derac running and asked.
“Derac seems to know the path?”
“This is the barbarians' region, so it seems he knows the safe path!”
“Mm.”
While Elise paused for a moment, Kalix's words continued.
“This goddamn. Argh. We have to catch that guy though!”
“What about chasing the footprints?”
“There's no way Derac wouldn't know that. He definitely played a trick too!”
“Dame Ereka. Any flying magic or something?”
“The snow trap area is too wide, so it is difficult to maintain until the end.”
The moment Elise's consideration lengthened and Derac grew further away.
“Ah.”
As soon as a thought came to her mind, Elise looked at Ereka.
“Dame Ereka. Could you perhaps come even slowly while grasping a certain route with magic first?”
“It is possible.”
“If so, I will go first.”
“Yes? How?”
At Kalix's question, Elise spoke without hesitating.
“Because I know a footwork that doesn't even leave a footprint even stepping on snow.”
***
As a side note, the martial artists of the Mount Hua Sect are all masters of footwork one and all.
They couldn't help it.
How rugged Mount Hua, where the Mount Hua Sect is located, must be.
Going back and forth a few times, one becomes a master of footwork and lightness skills before they know it.
Elise too, during her Han Su-ah days, it was no exaggeration to say she was a master of footwork….
This was one of the stages she reached back then.
‘Stepping on Snow Without Traces (Dapseolmuheun). With this.’
A stage where not a single footprint is left even when stepping on snow.
Elise's footwork could ably manifest that stage.
—.
As soon as she stepped on the snow, not a single sound, steps that reached the stage of Stepping on Snow Without Traces with not a single footprint.
Elise's figure starts to chase Derac frighteningly.
“This crazy bitch! To think she doesn't fall down even stepping on the snow!”
Derac almost lost his mind.
Good heavens. What is that?
What level of stage did her steps reach on earth to showcase such movements?
But Derac's admiration was short.
Right now is the time to run away somehow and plan for the future.
Pant—. Pant—.
Fleeing Derac's breathing is increasingly cut short.
Is it because of Elise's speed chasing closely behind.
Derac became impatient in his heart at the same time as moving hurriedly.
However.
Even so, the body of Derac, a corner of the Seven Wild Monsters and one who reached the end of the 6th Rank, moved in perfect order and reached almost right before passing the crevasse zone.
Just a little.
Just a little further is the place where the Blue Fang Tribe is.
If I just go a little further…!
The moment Derac was drenched in relief for an instant.
“Caught you.”
After Elise finally caught up, she threw her body, collided with Derac, and they ended up falling together.
Fortunately, they escaped the crevasse terrain so there was no occasion for the two people to fall in, but.
“Goddamn bitch!”
Fallen Derac hurriedly got up and drew his one-handed sword.
At the same time, Elise also did not hesitate and drew her blade.
This moment when the two people confronted each other at the end of the crevasse zone.
“Heh. I thought I really had to see the end with you.”
“The guy saying so throws Nagagor and runs away alone?”
“Huh! Nagagor. Didn't that stupid thing throw me saying he wanted to face you alone? Stupid bastard! Where is fairness in war? You win if you just cut the opponent's neck and shove a sword into their chest!”
Tsk.
“That's why he died like that. Stupid bastard.”
At Derac's yell, Elise was silent for a moment and then opened her mouth.
“I agree, but….”
“Kuhehe. You say you agree. Elise Blaze. As expected, you too are similar to me….”
“Don't needlessly align yourself with me because of that. Derac.”
Elise recalled an old matter.
In the past, during the days she lived as Han Su-ah in the Murim.
To face the cowardly Unorthodox Faction bastards along with the Demonic Cult bastards who rushed in mercilessly.
The martial artists of the Orthodox Faction also gradually became cowardly and cruel in their methods.
Right. Outwardly wearing silk clothes and acting clean, but ultimately the inside is the same.
Elise understood Derac's words while adding one more word.
“And you know. You at least have no reason to curse Nagagor. Derac.”
Elise's frowning gaze heads towards Derac.
“Because I find it hard to see that a guy who badmouths the dead, on top of throwing a comrade as bait, has the qualification.”
“Kuhehe! I will accept it as a compliment. Elise Blaze.”
Clack—.
The swords of the two people are raised.
Along with that.
“Right…. I thought a day like this would come eventually. Elise Blaze. Let's see who wins to the end.”
“I agree.”
The two people clashed.
***
Derac showcased cowardly and cheap tricks until now, but Elise knows.
The fact that this bastard's skill doesn't decrease just because he doesn't use those tricks.
Rather, the fact that it is no exaggeration to say there is an increase in skill.
Kuhehe—.
The deep blue blade harbored by Derac's one-handed sword moves and covers Elise.
At the same time, Elise did not hesitate and struck the sword away.
And at the same time, she contained a single sword art in her sword.
‘Snow White Wolf Fang Sword.’
Seven Wolves.
This moment when the fatal signature techniques Elise learned from them come out.
She thought.
That for Derac, called the Seven Wolves Killer and Wolf Hunter, there would be no greater humiliation than this.
‘Snow White Wolf Fang Sword. And immediately!’
Elise did not hesitate.
A variation of Dame Kalix's proud signature technique, Nine-Headed Dragon Spear.
‘Nine-Headed Dragon Sword.’
At the same time the dragon heads slowly appear from Elise's blade, chain slashes begin to pour down towards Derac in front of her eyes.
Bang—!
“Heh! You're performing quite the petty tricks! Elise Blaze!”
Even if Derac tried to disrupt her concentration by uselessly starting a conversation, Elise did not care.
Only struggling to crush the enemy in front of her eyes.
The nine dragons formed around her before she knew it emit a fierce momentum and attack Derac.
Bang—!
Elise's blade shot fiercely towards Derac collides with his flank.
He blocked it with the sword body, but the impact remained intact.
While Derac's expression frowned, another attack continued.
Bang—! Bang—! Bang—!
The moment the composure disappears from Derac's expression at the slashes erupting in succession.
Kwaaaaaaaang!!!
The final head of the Nine-Headed Dragon Sword.
The ninth head shot intensely and sprinted towards Derac's solar plexus.
“Keugh!”
Derac hurriedly dragging his feet and retreating backward.
In a brief lull.
Derac glared at Elise with his eyes flashing with burst capillaries.
“Goddamn bitch…. Cough!”
Derac muttered while vomiting blood.
“To think I struggled this much to kill you Empire bastards…. You goddamn Empire bastards….”
Derac's expression saying so looked as if he had something to say, but.
“Stop the idle talk. Derac.”
Elise spoke while raising the blade of her sword, Rina.
“Who on the battlefield doesn't have a story.”
At those words from Elise, Derac paused for a moment.
“…Kuhehe. Kuhehehehehehe!!!”
He began to laugh like sobbing as if he realized something.
“Right. Right…. It's a true word. Elise Blaze….”
Derac vomited a sobbing laugh to the fullest and began to burn the power of stars he possessed.
“Who on the battlefield doesn't have a story.”