Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198

In the courtyard where the match had unfolded, the Emperor’s offer to Logan had precipitated a real sword duel at the center of the area.

“What is going on in the middle of the Imperial Palace…”

“Who would dare counter the Emperor’s will?”

“Well, a fight between a superhuman and a regular knight won’t last long.”

“That may be true, but…”

Nobles huddled close, positioning themselves at the ends of the courtyard, in front of the knights, surrounding the two duelists.

Logan, too, had naturally brought along his armor and equipment left at the secondary palace and now confronted his enemy in the middle of the palace’s front yard.

‘I didn’t foresee this coming…’

Jerome Decaide.

A monster who, at the young age among superhumans of fifty, received the title of the greatest swordsman of the continent.

His fame spread across the world around that time.

But to the people of Grandia, he meant something else.

A superhuman who, in his thirties, made the most significant contributions in the Grandia conquest war – a superhuman who secured victory in the war by beheading Juan Douglas, the only sorcerer and most influential figure of the kingdom.

Naturally, he had been a primary assassination target for the Grandia Liberation Front.

‘Of course, they never dared to actually try.’

Twenty years after the conquest war.

Jerome Decaide, just before Logan’s previous life had ended, was nothing short of a monster among superhumans.

But now…

“It might be wise for you to retreat now. Once it comes to this, even I can’t hold back much.”

The face laughing at him from a not too distant spot was not at all monstrous.

Displaying confidence backed with visible emotion, as if there were no match for him yet…

‘Just a young pup.’

At best, he was a superhuman on the level of Blake, Luther Kyle, or the former Wicken Calia.

Of course, it might have been presumptuous for Logan, who had not yet become a superhuman, to look down on someone who had become a skilled aura user in their thirties as a young pup.

But somehow, Logan was convinced he would not lose.

That time, armed with artifacts, he had held his ground against Wicken and even managed to kill Jordan by luck.

He was at a different level now than he had been then.

And it was a showdown against Jerome, whose traits he knew well.

“I don’t mind if you don’t hold back. I have no intention of doing so either. We should show our true abilities to His Majesty the Emperor, shouldn’t we?”

“Hmm. His Majesty has high standards in assessing talent. It seems you’ve been lucky to defeat a superhuman before, but from what I can see, that was just an interesting case that caught His Majesty’s attention.”

“What?”

Had the Emperor summoned him just for that?

The retort was half-hearted, but Jerome’s expression was serious.

“So, don’t be mistaken. You’d be better off not expecting such luck again. It would be for your own future.”

Casually offering advice as if he were the adult in the situation was almost laughable.

No matter if that would usually be a common understanding.

“Thank you for the advice. Shall we begin, then?”

“Heh. You’re hurrying us, I see.”

At that moment, an elderly knight with striking white hair and blue eyes, standing between Jerome and Logan, asked.

“Are both of you ready?”

A strong momentum carried in an elderly voice.

This impressive old knight with a contrasting aura was no ordinary person.

‘The current greatest swordsman of the continent, Tris Hornsby.’

The superhuman who had accounted for the biggest share of the pressure on Logan earlier, but up close, there was a slightly different feel.

A disharmonious sensation faintly captured by transcendent senses.

The feeling was like water leaking from a fully-filled jar or a small, hardly noticeable flaw etched into a completed work of art.

That peculiar sensation allowed Logan to guess the condition of this famous swordsman of the continent.

‘Maybe this is why he didn’t reveal himself during the war…’

While it was somewhat comforting from the kingdom’s perspective, it felt odd to sense that this mighty superhuman was also succumbing to the ravages of time.

Of course, there was no time for sentimentality.

“Yes, master. I am ready.”

“I’m ready as well.”

Following Jerome’s voice, Logan nodded, and Tris smoothly moved back, almost as if an unseen hand were pulling him.

At the same moment, a clear voice resonated across the space.

“His Majesty is watching. Both participants, display your utmost skill! However, considering the purpose of this duel and its dangers, the use of artifacts is prohibited.”

The two competitors’ eyes ignited at once.

‘Jerome Decaide. His superhuman trait is the unusual superpower among rare ones: the Absolute Sight.’ ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

The monster of the future devastatingly shattered all incoming attacks preemptively, pierced through every defense before it could be raised, and overwhelmed all adversaries he faced.

At that time, the only known ways to beat him were an overwhelming number of troops, or speed or magic incomprehensible even to his senses and reactions.

And it was axiomatic that there existed no speed that could overwhelm him as a superhuman nor magic his defenses couldn’t neutralize.

But now…

Boom!

The novice superhuman was astonished to face ‘Rain’, an aura user who blocked his attack head-on.

“You blocked the aura?!”

From that one exchange, Logan swiftly appraised the situation.

‘He’s not yet able to wield his trait properly.’

Had he been the Jerome Logan knew, he would have anticipated his attack being blocked and used a different move.

Jerome’s baffled expression was merely an opportunity for Logan.

“Hup!”

With a short cry, Logan surged forward directly into the face of his bewildered opponent. Even as Jerome’s eyes shone silver, Logan simply thrust his sword at the greatest speed he could muster.

The strike aimed at Jerome, now laden with too much force, slithered like a golden beam, targeting his neck.

“What?!”

Slice.

‘Too bad…!’

The decisive strike aimed at the silver-eyed target merely grazed the temple of its intent.

Blood trickled next to his eye, mirroring Jerome’s contorted expression, Logan’s face was likewise not pleased.

‘This could be problematic…’

As Logan’s ominous thoughts arose, an intense shout broke out from the high seat.