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Air control?

Rem was taken aback.

She didn't think about it at all.

However, considering that Kurshu was injured and that the ground was still torn apart even after the earth dragon was cut open, Reinhard's reasoning seems quite reasonable.

The blue-haired maid marveled at Reinhard's quick wit.

But the Bishop of Greed, Regulus, had a different opinion.

"Oh, you actually noticed? How strange. Your actions just now seemed more like confirmation than actual deduction. Indeed, you should be the more foolish one. Can you answer this question for me?"

He had a very low opinion of the Sword Saint.

Moreover, even when his abilities were exposed, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he calmly began to think about the reasons behind it.

This isn't right.

Unless... his abilities go beyond that.

"Haha, it's true that my intelligence is far inferior to my best friends compared to my swordsmanship, but it still hurts a little to be told that."

Reinhard said those words, but there was no trace of sadness on his face.

Don't they know how outstanding the Sword Saint's close friends are? Their strength, intelligence, and emotional intelligence are among the best in the kingdom... provided that Natsuki Subaru is excluded.

The white-haired youth scoffed unhappily, curling his lip in disdain, "Are you deliberately trying to fool me? It must have been that guy named Kobayashi who told you, right?"

He wasn't completely stupid; he could still recall the words Reinhard had unconsciously blurted out earlier.

No, it's possible that the strong impression was because the person felt offended.

Seeing that Reinhard remained silent, he spoke again: "Do you think I didn't hear you just now? That sentence, 'It seems the information is the same as what Kobayashi said.' Even though I don't know who that person is, they're definitely someone as reckless as you. After all, that guy invaded my privacy and violated my rights. I'll go after him later; he needs to be punished!"

Before the facts could be verified, he had already presumptuously convicted them of crimes.

"Well, what I said is right."

"Haha, who knows."

Reinhard responded to the Bishop of Greed's questions with a perfunctory attitude, after all, he was not generous enough to give information to others at will.

Without giving the enemy another chance to ask, the Sword Saint exhaled a sharp breath, his figure blurred, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the Bishop of Greed, Regulus.

“You…!”

The white-haired youth, who was committed to listening to the speaker and getting a response, was caught off guard when the unsheathed dragon sword struck from directly below, causing him to be violently blown under his arm and sent flying upwards.

Reinhard immediately leaped up and chased after him, then landed a heavy blow on his back, hammering him into the gaping hole in the plain he had torn open himself.

"Bastard!"

The Bishop of Greed, Regulus, plummeted at high speed, his curses exploding along with the impact of his back hitting the plain. A large amount of smoke rose up, obscuring the sky, and a gale swept across the plain.

Rem hurriedly pulled Kur into her arms.

From the crack, the white-haired youth forcefully pushed open the fissure, as if he were opening his own front door, and then flew through the air towards Reinhard in mid-air.

"You think your own attacks will work on me? You can overestimate yourself, but you should stop this bad habit of unduly despising your opponents! That stupid method won't work on me, will it?! That person should have told you how to defeat me, right? Or did they just know my abilities but not how to defeat me? Of course they did! After all, I'm invincible, no one can defeat me!"

"The person you mentioned told me never to say you're invincible, because that's the switch that will raise the flag of misfortune."

Amidst arrogant declarations and calm persuasion, the two figures constantly intertwined and entangled in mid-air.

the other side.

"Ugh...so boring."

Her alluring voice, flat and even without a breath, sounded like she was enjoying a leisurely afternoon.

Unlike the languid voice, the person was constantly spinning and jumping.

The heavy cloak did not hinder Elsa's movements at all, allowing her to dodge the fierce gusts of wind from a short, dark figure with exquisite skill.

"Hehehe, do you still have any strength left? You're just talking, aren't you? You've actually suffered quite a bit of damage, haven't you? But your attack pattern is really one-dimensional; no matter what, you always aim for my stomach."

The Gluttonous Bishop Badencaitos grinned, revealing his fanged mouth, and let out an excited laugh.

He had already figured out Elsa's attack pattern.

"Oh dear, you really don't understand. Please say that I'm being devoted to someone."

Elsa looked at the excited boy provocatively, but all she got in return was an even more covetous look.

As she said, the other party only saw her as food and had no sense of romance at all.

However, the Archbishop of Sin is really troublesome.

Even Elsa, with her rich combat experience and extraordinary fighting power, was no match for Badenkatos.

This is because its power allows it to inherit the memories, personality, combat skills, and combat experience of the food creatures.

In other words, Elsa's enemies are not only Badenkathos, but also the food she has been eating for a long time.

How could this not be tricky?

She's not the strongest swordsman on earth; it's already quite an achievement that she can hold off the opponent. What more do you want from her?

If it weren't for the cursed doll's powerful regenerative abilities, it would have been killed long ago.

So her initial task was to stall the opponent until Reinhard dealt with the other Archbishop of Sin, and then eliminate this Archbishop of Sin.

However, being a gut hunter, they would never easily admit defeat.

"You seem to know my abilities."

After passing each other again, Badenkaitus stopped.

Although hunger made him a little less intelligent, his rich combat experience helped him realize that Elsa was preventing him from touching her hands!

And the prerequisites for the activation of his powers.

You have to kiss the other person's hand and say the target's name.

Whether the name Elsa is correct is another matter, but the fact that the other party deliberately avoided her is enough to show that she knew her own abilities.

"Hehehe, you say my attack pattern is too simple? Aren't you the same?"

The gut hunter's intellectual smile carried a hint of disdain.

Anyone would feel unhappy to be used as food, so it's only natural to use that to control the other party.

With her excellent recovery ability, she can find opportunities to counterattack as long as she is careful not to let her hands be touched, which is what her rich combat experience has taught her.

"You and I are both driven by our obsessions."

"Hehehe—well then, I'll start eating!"

The Bishop of Gluttony kept wiping the uncontrollable drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, completely ignoring the sarcasm of the alluring mature woman, and once again bent down and pounced on her recklessly at a speed that was almost invisible.

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The power of the Bishop of Greed is arguably the strongest.

This is a fact, and there is no need to argue or deny it.

However, compared to the strongest powers, his combat skills were appalling; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him an amateur.

The unsheathed dragon sword slammed down on the white-haired youth's head, and then Reinhard used the recoil to nimbly create a safe distance.

Regulus scratched his head, revealing a fierce smile, and said, "Don't misunderstand, Sword Saint. I play this game with you because I'm magnanimous and composed. But even I, the gentlest of all, have my limits."

He leaned in close to Reinhard, looking him up from below. This approach, which made it easy to overlook the distance, allowed Reinhard to unleash a strike befitting a swordsman.

The dragon sword struck Regulus precisely in the chest.

But the other party took the impact with ease and even mocked, "It's useless! The so-called waste of effort is just a tragedy caused by not understanding one's own limitations. There's no cure for it, so just die quickly."

"Hehe, I didn't notice your composure all along, but I did notice your magnanimity. After all, of course you can be magnanimous without a heart."

"……what?!"

Regulus's mocking smile twisted as he looked down at his own chest, utterly dumbfounded.

The scabbard pressed against his heart, without causing any damage to his vital organs, yet it achieved its purpose beyond inflicting injury.

Um? ! ! !

Realizing he had been tricked, Regulus was furious. He grabbed Reinhardt's shoulder and dug his fingers in so hard that his shoulder blade made a cracking sound.

Have you ever experienced what it feels like to fall from the sky?

He spoke while looking up at the sky.

Looking at the boundless clear sky, Reinhard was thrown into the air.

Of course, no matter how high you throw the ball, it's impossible to cross the sky and go to outer space, but if you combine it with the powers that Regulus has shown so far, that's a different story.

Maintaining its speed, Reinhard soon disappeared into the distance, beyond the reach of the naked eye.

"Lord Reinhardt?!"

Rem cried out in surprise.

The blue-haired maid reacted quickly, throwing out the chains a few seconds after Reinhard flew out, attempting to bring him back.

However, the speed at which it flew out was too fast, and coupled with its depleted stamina, there was no time to stop it.

"That's your ignorance and arrogance."

Regulus snorted coldly.

He then ignored the vanished Sword Saint and slowly walked towards Rem and the unconscious Kursh, threateningly saying, "How about you be a little more obedient and feel some despair? Next, you'll have to accept the punishment for your despicable acts against me. Right? Is that right?"

"I would rather die than... wait?"

Before the maid could even demonstrate her loyalty, a purple magic circle appeared at the spot where Reinhard had just disappeared.

The flash of light behind him also caught Regulus's attention.

He quickly turned his head away.

With his fiery red hair and white knight's attire, the person standing there was none other than Reinhard!

"H-How could this be...?!"

Regulus was very confident in his power. That move just now would have definitely thrown the Sword Saint into space, but now he was standing in front of him, and even the injury on his shoulder had been healed!