"I told you there would be consequences!"

　　"Damn it! How dare you kill him!?" Philip's martial face was already covered in frost, and his eyes were spreading with blood, looking like he was furious to the extreme.

　　"Kill!!!"

　　'Splat!'

　　Philip's foot stepped on the stone floor, almost clearly imprinting footprints, and his body also surged a few points towards Freya to kill under his anger.

　　''Clang!''

　　Freya wisely didn't block head-on, but instead adopted a deflating stance, deflating the slashing attack, the cross-sword in her hand spun round before stabbing diagonally once again, while her body was deflected backwards to avoid Philip's next slash.

　　Casually dropping the head in her hand, the airflow around her allowed her to hover more freely in the blade, and after deflecting its sword stance with a small burst of force the cross-sword in her hand instantly stabbed through.

　　"Damn!" Philip's face finally changed and he hastily sidestepped, almost getting stabbed by the cross sword. "...What kind of sword art is this...?"

　　The constant attacks caused Philip to have to gaze against the attacks from Freya even as he spoke.

　　Not caring about Philip's question, Freya's flexible wrist allowed the Crossed Sword to follow up with an upward strike and then a diagonal slash after he dodged it.

　　A fine attack gradually unfolded, combined with the extremely fast pace of her feet, either picking, stabbing, or dodging and blocking, she slowly played out her own rhythm.

　　Her swift stabbing sword was utilised to the fullest, and even though most of the attacks were blocked away by Philip, she managed to keep him from taking an attacking stance.

　　The technique of two-paragraph combos almost overwhelmed Philip, as if he was facing several swords attacking one after another at the same time.

　　"Ah!!!"

　　The extremely suffocating strikes made his power useless at all, and separating the stabbing cross swords, he saw an opportunity to slash out.

　　'Pfft!'

　　A slight stinging pain appeared at his arm, while his strenuous strike was separated by Freya, this was the first time Philip was injured under Freya's hand...

　　And this also happened to interrupt the continuous sword style, Freya's face flushed as she took a step backward, that powerful blow just now just to isolate it made her use all her strength, causing her blood and chi to turn over.

　　Her strength was ultimately one of her greatest weaknesses, even though she could use her agility to dodge and block, but if she was hit by a sword then she would be finished.

　　Freya didn't move as she slowly began to back away.

　　Looking at the sword wound on her arm, the crimson blood stung even more on Philip's gown, but he also knew the weakness of the young girl on the opposite side because of it.

　　Feeling Freya's slight retreat, Philip grinned with a slight gasp.

　　"What? Thinking of running? If you run, your brother, and that guard will be mine!"

　　The threatening words caused Freya to frown slightly, but she then staggered her footsteps and immediately turned around, the airflow around her body instantly enveloping her body.

　　Like a white whirlwind it disappeared at the end of the corridor in an instant.

　　"...... "Looking at Freya who disappeared at a rapid pace, Philip opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't chase after her.

　　For one thing, his speed was not as fast as the other party's, for another, he had been attacking with all his might and now his stamina had been depleted by more than half, if he rashly went to chase after him he would probably be kited to death directly by Freya.

　　"Damn!" The longsword in the stifled Philip's hand slashed violently at the stone bricks next to him, and the immense force caused it to explode into a deep, huge hole.

　　"Now that I know your weakness, next time ......" Philip turned around, his grim gaze staring at the two motionless people not far away.

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　　For Freya to have killed Oryxis, even if Philip was facing Beltar some things were hard to rationalise.

　　"Well, this trash even died in front of me, then I have to take the lives of you two to offset it!"

　　The cold clear long sword reflected an oozing light in the lamplight, the corner of Philip's mouth curved up into a cold smile as he walked towards the two.

　　Suddenly a subtle sound of breaking wind came from behind.

　　Philip was slightly stunned, and the longsword in his hand steeply turned.

　　''Ding.''

　　A silver light accurately pierced his sword, Freya's long white dress fluttered, her pale face looking especially cold.

　　Surprisingly, she rushed back extremely quickly when he turned around!

　　Raging air currents swirled around her, blowing her hair out of her bun, her golden hair fluttering in the air like a storm goddess.

　　"You!" The pupils of the terrified looking Philip slowly dilated, and with an unbelievable expression he looked down to his waist, where a short sword had been plunged in deep, and the silk of blood remained on the ground along the blade.

　　"I said you have to pay the price!" Although she had been in the active attack but couldn't help the other party's Freya, at this time, her icy face slowly revealed a hint of a victor's smile.

　　"Ahhhhhh!!!" Explosive roars blossomed around Phillip, and his dying strength gushed out as his empty left hand swung out violently, blasting Freya out with a punch along with the short sword at his waist.

　　''Boom!''

　　Flying out backwards, Freya smashed into the wall behind her, blood spurting out of her mouth in no time, even her vision blurred slightly.

　　''The bones aren't broken...just the internal organs...'' feeling a twinge of pain in her abdomen, Freya supported her body with her sword with a cold sweat on her face.

　　Philip, whose entire body had erupted with unrivalled strength, stood in place, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his waist after the eruption just now, so if he didn't bandage it as soon as possible he was expected to bleed to death soon.

　　"Freya, you're the first person to make me hurt so badly... I thought only your father could have this kind of power, but I didn't realise that you have it too..." said Philip in a calm voice as if the one who was hurt wasn't himself.

　　"Finally, I would like to ask you a question, who taught you your swordsmanship?"

　　"What? You want to escape?" Instead of answering the question, Freya asked him back.

　　"...... you!" Philip, who had been holding back his aggression to the extreme, his calm face steeply turned into a scowl, and his angry strength once again erupted as his entire body lunged towards her.

　　''Clang!!!''

　　Staggering the longsword that split, the cross sword in Freya's hand slightly flashed the silver light of the short sword that was mixed in with it a nameless wind slowly surged up.

　　''Hoo......''

　　The white figure steeply disappeared, replaced by a raging and violent hurricane.

　　''Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding''

　　Crisp crashing sounds gradually came from Philip's body and at his longsword.

　　Standing in the middle of the hurricane, Philip struggled to block the sword lights attacking from all around him, and his grim expression slowly turned into fear as a wound quickly flashed on his body.

　　"Stabbing Sword - Sharp Blade Waltz!"

　　The originally violent hurricane steeply increased in size by a circle, and a gorgeous dance made up of sword blades flashed in the air.

　　Freya's long white dress fluttered around.

　　''Snort!!!''

　　In an instant, the storm came to an abrupt end! The crossed swords finally appeared at Philip's heart.

　　There wasn't a single intact part of Philip's entire body, and he slowly collapsed with his eyes wide open with disbelief.