I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

This is destruction carried out under the pretext of salvation.

This is also the biggest difference between Duwey and Reinhardt.

They may be very similar, but they are definitely not the same.

"I never thought I'd be the one getting advice from someone like you... Fine! This time, I'll completely destroy you!"

There was no longer any confusion in Du Wei's sword.

The answer in my heart became completely clear because of this argument.

When faced with the Britain they want to protect and the beauty they want to safeguard, they must carry out their mission, no matter how cruel or ruthless.

This is how his love is manifested.

Therefore, there is no need to hesitate to purify the world of others; it is merely a cost to make the ideal world more beautiful and stable.

I am very grateful to Reinhardt for making me realize this fact.

For him, there was only one best reward—

"Reinhardt! Destroy it!"

Du Wei once again unleashed the Blade of Judgment.

The ripples of the sword corroded the swaying world.

A battle ensued over the root of tyranny and for control of this other world.

The overflowing golden principles were slain and cut down by the blades, and the world was filled with countless blades.

"Do you finally understand? Then..."

Reinhardt's gaze sharpened considerably.

The last battle ended before he even got serious, but this time he intends to go all out.

The space was filled with the divine aura of the Spear of Destiny.

A massive amount of spiritual energy was converted into destructive power, and a blow that could nearly annihilate everything was about to be unleashed.

call out--!!

It pierced through space like a fleeting moment.

Instead of defending against this attack, Du Wei took the initiative to shatter the light of destruction.

The Holy Lance's full-force attack was deflected from the front, and the splattered light particles struck the Blood Moon suspended in the air.

The thorny cage was shattered.

The demonic domain that had seized the power of others was shattered, and fragments of spiritual energy danced in front of Reinhardt's eyes.

This was something that would have been absolutely impossible for him.

Is that so? Are you aiming at this?

The only flaw in this creation was immediately apparent: to shatter the blood moon hanging in the sky, the beam of the holy spear was deflected and shot down.

What? This isn't even a tactic.

Reinhardt had intended to carry out the operation with full force, but it failed before it even began.

Yes, give it your all.

I have never missed a chance because I expected a sure kill, and I have never gone all out because of it.

Therefore, this is impossible.

If he had any self-esteem, he would definitely be devastated by this situation.

That's probably why it's like this.

"Heh...haha...ha..."

An incomprehensible sound escaped from his mouth.

Of course, Reinhardt knew what it was, which doesn't mean he never did it.

However, this is the first time.

"Haha....Hahaha...."

Because it was his first time doing it, even he couldn't do it well.

Although I wanted to express my feelings, it sounded like I was sobbing.

Or perhaps it should indeed be considered a sob.

He hasn't experienced it himself, so he doesn't know.

This is really...too troublesome...

Let me weep for it.

Let me cheer up.

It felt like a new world was being created within my body.

Perhaps that is why it should be called the first cry at the birth of Reinhardt.

"Hahahahaha-!!"

A deafening burst of joyful laughter erupted...

Reinhard Heydrich learned what joy was for the first time.

He laughed for the first time in a long time.

This is a miracle—no, it's not a miracle at all.

He dissipated the howling spiritual energy barrier and stood there as immovable as a mountain, without taking a single step forward.

"hehe."

Duve understood Reinhardt's joy.

It's clear now that we still can't communicate with this guy.

He was the only one he could never talk to.

The spiritual pressure extends like an infinite abyss, denying expansion and hierarchy, and rejecting hypocrisy and comparison.

An even more magnificent aura is forming than before.

The Sword of Judgment split into more than a dozen swords in the air, guarding Du Wei like stars surrounding him.

Each one has different elements and colors.

"What a nice view..."

Reinhardt watched this scene unfold.

Although he was in the opposite position from the one leading the War Slave Legion, he still had to admit it.

He also saw something special in it.

There was a power that should have been familiar to him, but now it had appeared on Du Wei's side.

The sword of judgment is not the only thing surrounding Du Wei.

There was also a book that emitted a purple light.

That was a sacred relic that should have been with Reinhardt—[Elisabeth Báthory, the Countess of Blood].

"Anna, do you want to help me?"

　1.1 Du Wei felt himself submitting to his sacred relic.

A warm current flowed into my heart.

Even after Anna joined the Black Round Table, her loyalty to Duve remained unchanged.

Therefore, the relics will not be under Reinhardt's control.

"The Blood Countess..."

Reinhardt recalled the events with a thoughtful expression.

That relic belongs to Rusalka.

Rusalka is the eighth-ranked member of the Black Round Table of the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance, and her real name is Anna Maria Schwagren.

I should be able to use the power of the Black Round Table members.

Reinhardt then realized he couldn't find any trace of Anna; she was already taken.

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"So that's where he was? You wanted to help him fight against me, huh... Heh heh heh..."

Reinhardt chuckled, his throat trembling.

The joy of having just learned something kept flowing in.