Nico Sword の小説・ストーリー

I swirled the knife in my fingers as my body moved in a rhythm that was superficial to my own knowledge. I'd barely managed to escape Nico’s blow, but I'd given him another cut—on the cheek, and then again on the thigh. He kicked away the knife from my hands, his arms reaching for my neck. “Hands off her, now!” Diego's voice chastised from behind, and just like a spell, Nico stood frozen, his palms inches away from my neck. His glare hardened by the minute as he pulled away, wiping off the blood dripping to the floor with his palms.

Attwell laughed. "Then, let me see what level you have reached with the Boundless Heavensword. Come on! Keep going." "Ninth Sword!" Noel shouted. As he swung his longsword, he called out, "Gideon, I'll hold him off. Go to Nethercult and get your woman out." Gideon's heart stirred. Attwell's face darkened. "You're too arrogant!" "Go!" Noel urged, striking again. This time, it was the Tenth Sword. The slash was even sharper and more dazzling than before. It stopped Attwell in his tracks.

Lucas looked at Nicole. Nicole smiled coldly. "You're indeed Lucas the Demon. You even saw through that." "However, what I know is way more than what you can imagine," Nicole added. "For example?" Lucas looked at Nicole. "For example, you never use the Legendary Weapons anymore, and the weapons in your possession have become the Immemorial Dragon Sword. We've analyzed the Immemorial Dragon Sword meticulously and noticed that the Immemorial Dragon Sword is way scarier than your Legendary Weapons.

Swish! Purple light flashed, and a weapon of the Ancestral God Rank—the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword—appeared in his hand. He looked at the enthusiastic Nico beside him and said, “Nico, I’ll leave Jadranka to you. Leave the rest of the powerful figures of the Sanctuary to me.”