The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 59: The Sword Dance Festival (6)

The mountain wind and gale created by Crimson Essence intertwined, creating a whirlwind.

A scene that would typically require several mages from the Magic Tower to create was now surging around a single greatsword.

“This is Helmont—!”

“Crazy.”

“Wow.”

Gasps of admiration erupted from the commoners and nobles alike, all in awe of Lohengrin’s skill.

Yet Isaac, who was facing this spectacle head-on, didn’t utter any words.

“What do you think, my lady?”

Anna asked Silverna.

Having fought and defeated Lohengrin a few years ago, she thought that her mistress might have her own opinion on the matter.

“...It’s completely different.”

Silverna’s honest thought was that, he had become an entirely different person.

His sword had grown several times stronger than back when she had defeated him.

At least, it had become a red greatsword worthy of the Helmont name.

This growth stemmed from Lohengrin’s desire for recognition.

The desire to change his father’s unchanging dissatisfied gaze.

Not only that, the sense of crisis that his younger sister might just take his place also constantly whipped him forward.

What do you think, Father?

Lohengrin’s eyes turned to Arandel.

Even if his opponent was somewhat lacking...

As a Helmont, a simple victory shouldn’t be something that he aimed for.

A complete and overwhelming domination.

That was what a Helmont should be aiming for, so that everyone would feel awe just by watching.

All the praises from the audience made him smile, but...

The one that mattered the most...

Arandel Helmont alone rested his chin on his hand, looking at Lohengrin indifferently.

Rather, it seemed like he became even more disinterested in him, making his heart sink.

Grind!

Lohengrin gritted his teeth.

His grip naturally tightened on the greatsword.

It seemed like, despite years of pondering and effort to solve the puzzle that had been haunting him.

He was still unable to find the answer.

“Kuaaaah!”

As usual, Lohengrin...

Swung his greatsword at Isaac as if venting his frustration.

Inferno Surge, the same technique as the one that Sharen used, but its size and density were incomparable to hers.

Moreover, it had a deep red color, similar to that of the family head’s, but...

“...”

At that moment, both of Isaac’s tachi flashed.

Especially the tachi made from Brikala in his left hand, its mana overflowed, sparking like electricity.

Crackle!

The moment Isaac swung his sword, electricity that seemed to have been held back until now spread noisily in all directions.

Then, it collided with the Inferno Surge.

A roaring sound spread between them, and for an instant, a wave of dust billowed everywhere.

The audience cried out as their vision was momentarily blocked, but the outcome seemed clear.

Because Lohengrin’s Inferno Surge had pressed down on where Isaac had been with its mass and passed through.

Some people worried if Isaac might have died from that.

The audience naturally was concerned, but...

Clang!

That noise came from Lohengrin’s direction.

As the dust settled, Isaac was seen swinging his tachi towards Lohengrin.

Seeing this, Lohengrin gritted his teeth.

“My Crimson Essence—!”

Isaac kept his lips sealed shut.

Just like when he was writing.

He was completely focused on the battle, trying to read the next move.

I’ve only overcome one.

Though the output was incomparable to Sharen’s Inferno Surge, the basic structure of the technique was the same.

The moment he grasped the tachi that was imbued with mana, breaking through wasn’t difficult.

But people didn’t unanimously call Helmont the strongest just for their ability to shoot their Crimson Essence from afar.

“Close combat with Helmont?”

“Heh, I would never even dream of doing that.”

Countless sighs echoed from all directions.

Engaging in close combat with a Helmont greatsword was like preparing to hit a rock with an egg.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

So, everyone expected the joyous ringing of metal clashing against metal to end soon, but...

“Huh?”

“Hmm.”

“Hooo.”

The exchanges continued.

Both of their swords kept clashing without rest.

But not many in the audience thought Isaac had the upper hand.

To use an analogy to describe this situation.

It was like he was tapping on a turtle’s shell.

No matter how many times he swung his sword, Lohengrin’s greatsword and Crimson Essence showed no signs of breaking.

It looked like he was being toyed with by Lohengrin, and seeing this, sneers formed on the audience’s lips.

But on the contrary to what they expected.

“You fuck—!”

Lohengrin’s actions were tinged with urgency.

Most of the audience didn’t understand, but those versed in swordsmanship couldn’t help but marvel at the current situation.

Isaac was engaging in a head-on battle with a Helmont greatsword.

This was the equivalent of performing acrobatics on a tightrope; a single mistake could cost him his life

The fact that he was able to do that for so long meant...

Lohengrin’s sword couldn’t reach Isaac.

Whoosh!

Again—!

Lohengrin’s greatsword cut through the air.

He was certain he hit him this time, but Isaac had already leaped up while swinging his tachi.

Clang! Clang!

Crimson Essence didn’t only work as a sharp spear, it also served as armor.

This was why Isaac’s blade was helplessly blocked by the Crimson Essence, but that didn’t stop him. The moment he landed, he started moving again.

Lohengrin’s greatsword, withdrawn a beat early, flew at Isaac again, but only it cut through dust again.

“Haha! Look at that!”

“His dodging looks pitiful.”

“If you’re slower than a greatsword, well, that says it all. He doesn’t deserve to be there.”

“Haa, Lohengrin is still letting him save face, it seems. I guess it’s because he’s part of the family.”

Anyone could see that Isaac’s speed was slower than Lohengrin’s greatsword.

Such was the might of Helmont’s physical abilities, it allowed the Helmont to move so quickly even when handling a greatsword.

It was to the point where some might find it unreasonable.

Nevertheless...

Lohengrin’s greatsword couldn’t reach Isaac.

“Heyrad.”

In the center of the VIP seats.

Clarisse, seated next to Heyrad who was up to fight Helmont’s second son in the second round, called out while touching her lips.

“Heyrad.”

“...”

“Heyrad?”

“Ah, yes! Princess!”

The bodyguard only answered after being called three times.

“I’m sorry, I got caught up watching without realizing.”

Normally she would have scolded him, but when Clarisse saw his clenched fist she just nodded before turning her gaze back to the two swordsmen.

“The atmosphere is strange.”

“...”

“It’s very subtle, but those with power, especially the Helmont knights, everyone seems to be on edge.”

She felt the tension that made her skin crawl.

Realizing this feeling came from outside the dueling ground, Clarisse quickly gave out her instructions.

“Galenia might be plotting something. If the Helmont knights move to her side, it could disrupt our plans, so prepare in advance.”

Heyrad let out a bitter smile at her words.

Indeed, the princess certainly had outstanding abilities.

The fact that she could notice the subtle change in the air showed that her sensory abilities were excellent, but...

Perhaps due to her young age or lack of experience...

She often stumbled in the process of drawing conclusions from the information she gathered.

“Princess, this...isn’t about that.”

“Hm?”

“Thanks to you raising me since I was young, I’ve been able to see and learn more than others.”

“What’s this all of a sudden?”

“I’ve heard about, learned, and experienced various swordsmanship styles. But Helmont was the only one I didn’t.”

The princess’ eyes widened slightly.

From her perspective, it was incomprehensible not to study the kingdom’s strongest sword.

But, in reality...

A lot of knights would say that there was nothing to learn from Helmont’s sword.

More precisely, the Helmont’s direct line’s swords.

Because all their effort would turn out to be useless in the end.

“Their swordsmanship isn’t something that can be imitated, nor can it be learned.”

Even the strongest Helmont knights couldn’t reach the level of the direct lines.

Their innate strength was just that overwhelming.

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This was why they hailed Helmont as ‘great’.

Even Lohengrin had glimpses of Arandel within him.

To be frank, those who could withstand Lohengrin’s sword now could be counted on one hand in the kingdom.

The Great Helmont.

Born to wield the sword, those who dedicated their lives in pursuit of strength.

To the kingdom’s knights, they were objects of admiration, as well as mountains that couldn’t be overcome.

“That’s an exaggeration. Even Helmont’s direct line would lose sometimes.”

“That’s right. However...”

Those who have never wielded a sword, nor walked the way of the sword wouldn’t know.

Defeating one of the direct lines didn’t mean that they could break Helmont’s sword.

Heyrad fell silent for a moment.

Other martial artists would probably do the same if they were in his shoes, unable to explain.

“If I had to say... This sight is—“

However, due to his position Heyrad couldn’t just ignore the princess’s words, so he did his best to come up with an answer.

“It’s like watching a star fall.”

Clarisse didn’t understand, but if other knights had heard his words, they would have nodded their heads in agreement.

What exactly were they witnessing now?

Why did this sight send shivers down their spines and made cold sweat break out all over their bodies?

The answer was simple. It was because this duel was a ‘textbook’.

A textbook that wasn’t supposed to exist in this world, one that aimed to break Helmont’s sword.

It was teaching the many people who were present here, as if there was a set principle behind it.

The Sword Dance Festival, meant to showcase Helmont’s greatness.

At its center, now.

Our idol is falling.

As Lohengrin’s solid and sturdy greatsword began to waver under the continuous strikes, gasps and admiration poured from the surroundings.

Questions inevitably arose.

Who was this person pulling down the deified sword?

They would know him as the center figure of the recent Great Colony.

Helmont’s son-in-law...

Who had been a leisurely ferryman once upon a time.

But if they were to move to a time unknown to anyone.

He was one who bore the name Ink Sword.

A teacher who had imparted wisdom to countless strong individuals.

Today, in front of everyone, the Ink Sword was writing another volume.

The Great Helmont.

The Exalted and Invincible Helmont.

He was presenting them with the truth, that Helmont was neither exalted.

Nor was it invincible.

That they too, could surpass Helmont.