The First Magic World War-Chapter 610 - 575, Lord Mecklen, you truly deserve more than death

Chapter 610: 575, Lord Mecklen, you truly deserve more than death.

Chapter 610: 575, Lord Mecklen, you truly deserve more than death.

Because of Charles’s last-minute instructions, the three people lying in wait were all utterly confused; they simply couldn’t understand what was going on no matter how hard they tried.

Actually, Charles was just as confused.

When Menilman moved to kill the young girl Zimmerman, he knew something was definitely off, so he cast aside all considerations, reverted to his human identity, pushed the Quickness Technique to its limits, but not to stop his senior sister from killing the young girl Zimmerman.

He figured that once this girl died, there would certainly be some strange changes, and he needed to step in to save someone—save senior sister Menilman!

Although Menilman was privy to some secrets, she couldn’t understand why Charles would react so quickly, coming to her aid the moment she made her move, protecting her…

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Only Zimmerman showed an expression of helplessness, but she spoke in a tone as cold as frost and snow, “Sir Charles Meklen!

Why must you always spoil my plans?

Not even Menier knows the secret of the hidden memories that I’ve placed deep within the souls of those illegitimate children.

How did you know I hid the memories there, and even changed their surnames to Mecklen?”

“Do you have any idea that this minor alteration almost caused me to lose my way, never to find the road back?”

“Moreover, what kind of trick did you play with the little Zimmerman I used to bring myself into existence?”

“You almost made me think you were my father.”

“You bastard.”

“And the last time, what did you say to the memory body hidden in the Mirror World of Wood Brandon, ‘You’re my brother-in-law?'”

“My brother-in-law my foot.”

“Sir Mecklen, you truly deserve to die!”

Charles shrugged his shoulders and said, “Senior Zimmerman, I absolutely didn’t do it on purpose!

I truly didn’t know that these matters would cause complications for you!”

“Hmm!

Actually, I’m a fan of yours.”

Just as Charles was about to continue spouting nonsense, he heard Menilman say faintly, “I instructed Mr.

Mecklen to do all these things; he had no idea.”

“I’ve been looking for you for a very long time, let’s settle things once and for all this time.”

A black crescent moon rose from Menilman’s body, and the Rapier in her hand flickered like smoke, moonlight, flowing light, a light breeze, the stars of night—changing and shifting instantaneously, exuding a sense of infinite profundity.

Even Charles, who prided himself on his swordsmanship, couldn’t help feeling shamed in comparison, realizing that he was far inferior to his senior sister in the art of the sword.

The Rapier in Zimmerman’s hand looked quite ordinary, seemingly just a regular Sherlock-style magical Rapier, but in her hands, it became like a Divine Artifact, a weapon of gods to punish mortals, its light piercing through the endless variations of Menilman’s swordsmanship.

Without hesitation, Charles joined the fray, knowing that although he had exchanged blows with Julian, no matter how talented Julian was, limited by his age, it was absolutely impossible for him to surpass Menilman and Zimmerman in swordsmanship.

So, apart from speed, he discarded all other techniques, striking with full force with each and every thrust, his swordlight flickering with the speed of lightning and coursing through space, encircling Zimmerman with countless strikes, pinning this powerful being of the continent in place, preventing her from seizing the chance to counterattack and inflict a grave injury on her former fiancée.

After a flurry of rapid sword strikes, Charles’s face lit up with wild joy as he exclaimed, “He has yet to recover his strength, he’s only at the nineteenth rank!”

Zimmerman smiled faintly and said, “Below the Sacred Level are all ants, and above the Sacred Level, the rank doesn’t matter anymore.

What’s important is the Special Abilities one possesses, combat experience, and basic qualities, such as speed, or say, the understanding of swordsmanship.”

“Even if I’m just at the nineteenth rank, killing a few useless twenty-fourths isn’t beyond me.”

“Such words, coming from anyone else, would be seen as boasting, even when spoken by Charles, they carried an air of arrogance, but when Zimmerman said them, it was with such calmness, as if he were stating a simple fact!”

While facing off with Menilman and Charles’s assault with ease, Zimmerman curiously asked, “Lord Mecklen!

How did you guess the method I used to overcome the Divine level’s four-day challenge?”

“I’m certain I haven’t revealed it to anyone!

Not my father, my mother, or even Menier are aware.”

“Moreover, I don’t believe anyone else could conceive of such an ingenious solution as I did.”

“At last, I’m faced with something that completely baffles me, no matter how much I rack my brains.”

“If Lord Mecklen is willing to disclose the secret to me, I might spare Menier’s life.”

“Ha ha, you can stop wondering, I’m surely going to kill you.”

After Zimmerman said this, he even winked at Charles, while exuding the naïveté of a child, the innocence of which, of course, sent chills down one’s spine.

Charles took a deep breath and asked, “Why do you keep calling me Lord Mecklen?”

Zimmerman hadn’t expected Charles to change the subject so swiftly and couldn’t help but smile wryly and reply, “My mother, Princess Akso, is about to marry that old man, McClain Brittany.

In any sense, I am the future prince of the Brittany dynasty.

Is it so strange for me to address you as Lord Mecklen?”

“And you should know, my position in the line of succession is not lower than Antonio’s.”

Charles asked this question to ease the pressure of Zimmerman’s aggressive aura and to buy time for himself to think; he believed that Zimmerman, at his peak, must have been unmatched in the world, but he didn’t believe a Zimmerman restored to the Nineteenth Rank could also be so invincible.

Moreover, the once-invincible Zimmerman had also been surrounded and captured alive, hadn’t he?

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He and Menilman weren’t fighting alone; behind them were Romios, Kresto, and Princess May Guillaume.

Their combined strength was surely not inferior to that of Antonio, combined with Axel and the five great royal clan members.

He just hadn’t seen an opportunity for a counterattack yet, so he had not called his three allies to join in.

At the same time, he was also curious about the Divine level’s four-day challenge that Zimmerman had mentioned.

He had recently reviewed notes left by his teacher, Juno, which vaguely suggested several challenges on the path to the Divine level, although Juno was only sure about three of them; the rest were ambiguously described, with various attempts listed but no definitive conclusions.

Zimmerman deflected Menilman’s Longsword and urged, “Lord Mecklen, make your choice quickly, Menier is getting anxious.”

“I want to know if this secret is more important to you than Menier.”

Charles took a deep breath and said, “This secret is not only less significant than Senior Menilman, but it’s also not worth a few centimes.”

“I had pondered a question back when I was at Sheffield University!”

“What is this universe composed of?”

“Is it mathematics, physics, or the natural world, stars across the cosmos…”

“Of course, we can rule out one incorrect answer right away!”

“And that is…

it definitely isn’t the gods.”