...That was a relief.
Kwa-gwa-gwa-gwang!!!
That this cave was truly sturdy and completely cut off from the outside world.
If it weren’t, the ground would have collapsed long ago.
Well, considering it had remained intact through thousands of monster raids, a mere two tremors shouldn’t be enough to—
Kugugugung-!
...Or maybe not?
The cave shook.
Even if it was an isolated space, the sheer mass that had crashed into the ceiling seemed to destabilize the entire structure, as though fractures were beginning to form somewhere.
Perhaps it was an effect of the Heavenly Bull’s ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) power of destruction.
But regardless of the reason—
“What... what did I just see?”
“...Thanks to that knight, I don’t think I’ll ever be surprised by a natural disaster again.”
“Well, that knight is a natural disaster.”
“That... that’s a human?”
“????”
It wasn’t just overwhelming; it was beyond human.
The soldiers of Mordred, who had just witnessed such superhuman strength, were too dumbfounded to react. But more than anything, their morale surged sky-high.
At their first meeting, he had moved them with nothing more than a letter delivery. Then, in battle, he had demonstrated one absurd ability after another, making them feel reassured. And now, he had gone even further, displaying such awe-inspiring might.
They had never encountered an Aura User or a true superhuman before.
But to them, Ihan was an Aura User.
Or perhaps something even greater.
“I had a feeling he wasn’t ordinary when I heard he defeated Sir Felix in overwhelming fashion...”
“He can go from looking like a handsome noble to turning into that kind of monster...! Maybe he’s not even human, but a different species.” freёweɓnovel.com
“Are there even shape-shifting species?”
“A new species, perhaps? There are still many undiscovered mystical races.”
“...Does that even make sense?”
The commotion among the soldiers was reaching absurd levels.
Yet none of their commanding officers stepped in to stop them.
On the contrary—
Clench!
They were gripping their fists tightly, struggling to suppress their own excitement.
The warriors of Mordred all gazed at Ihan with admiration.
At his imposing, indomitable back!
“????”
...Of course, while everyone else viewed him as magnificent, the man responsible for this superhuman feat merely tilted his head with a foolish expression.
He had used every last ounce of his strength to prevent the Heavenly Bull’s power from causing harm to the kid outside...
‘Was I always this strong?’
Even Ihan himself was dumbfounded by the sheer force he had just unleashed.
All he had aimed for was to bring the creature down.
And yet, somehow, he had sent that massive lump of flesh—easily bigger than a multi-story building—flying all the way to the ceiling.
‘How... did I even do that?’
Wuuuuung!
“...Ha.”
And the most absurd part?
‘I feel like... I could still do it a few more times.’
Even after unleashing such monstrous power, he wasn’t even remotely exhausted.
...It was ridiculous.
***
Thinking back—
‘It’s been a long time since I actually used my strength like this.’
Ever since he had reached the level of Will and attained the state of Diamond Body, Ihan had rarely needed to fight seriously.
The only real battle he had been in was against some weaklings while dealing with vampires, so he never had a chance to gauge just how much his power had grown.
Even in his sparring match with the Sword Saint, he had been utterly dominated before he could even fight back, leaving him unaware of his own progress.
And more recently—actually, up until ten minutes ago—he had spent weeks suppressing his body's natural power while maintaining his Santa Ihan Form, constantly having to be careful with his strength.
In that sense, today was the first time he had truly cut loose.
And thanks to that, he had realized quite a few things.
Most notably...
—His Will could now last much longer, and the flow of Jin had become as natural as breathing.
“This is like catching a rat while taking a random step back...”
Ihan had expected it to be furious or enraged.
Instead, it had gone a step further and burst into tears.
And he wasn’t taken aback because of its female-like form.
Fwooooong!
...It was the ominous sensation that suddenly filled the air.
Ihan immediately clenched his fist and steadied his stance.
Straight punch stance.
A posture for launching Hundred Step Divine Fist.
And just as he threw a punch—
-[Do not weep, my Lord. If you cry, then I shall be sorrowful as well.]
Kwaaaaaang!!
...This time, it was Ihan who was sent flying into the ceiling.
-[I shall eliminate the one who has caused you grief.]
As if the Great Demon had returned the humiliation it had suffered, blow for blow.
***
It wasn’t information Ihan particularly needed to know, but the Margrave insisted that knowing was always better than ignorance. And since Ihan himself recognized the advantage of knowledge over uncertainty, he focused intently on what the Margrave had to say.
It promised prosperity, only to condemn its worshipers’ descendants to centuries of famine.
It granted victories in war, but at the cost of forcing its followers to sacrifice so many young lives that surrender might have seemed preferable.
By all definitions, it was nothing more than a calamity god.
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