I Became the Villain of a Romance Fantasy

169 – Altair(6)

As Noel took out the holy sword and Damian took out the family sword, the previous battle unfolded so fiercely that it looked like a child’s play. The previous sparring was also good enough, but when they started clashing with all their might, it made viewers realize that it was a skirmish for now.

Actually, it was a fierce battle, but it could be said that there was little that ordinary people could see in a battle between the two. It was because it was too much to pursue with the criminal’s eyes.

Only a few people who could properly see the movements of the two could truly admire their swordsmanship.

The swords in Noel and Damian’s hands had a history that was older than the history of the Empire, and unlike the broken swords, the two weapons imbued with mythical power were enough to fully capture the power of the two. This meant that there was no need for additional force control as before.

No matter how much craftsmen say they don’t blame tools, this is a separate issue from skill. Just as a rusted sword that could break at any moment cannot fully demonstrate the power of a swordsman, to the two of them, the sword that was just broken was no different from a rusted sword.

The strength of the two was more than enough to be contained in an ordinary weapon. It must have been rather brave that he hadn’t broken his sword while wielding such power. If the balance between the two was not even in the slightest, only the sword of the one who was lacking would have broken, but the fact that both were broken meant that both Noel and Damian had pushed their swords to the limit of their power.

In the end, in order to win, we had to fight each other’s strength, and the current weapon was brought out for this purpose. Needless to say, the holy sword was divinely forged by God himself, and the treasured sword Damian pulled out was made from the bones of the only dragon killed by humans before the history of the empire began, so it was comparable to the holy sword.

As they no longer had to walk the risky tightrope, Noel and Damian revealed their true strength without adding or subtracting. Flashes of light that shook the venue the other day exploded indiscriminately, and all people could see were the remnants of the two people moving at high speed in the white light.

The venue was large enough to accommodate thousands of people, but today, the large space felt very small. The large number of people surrounding the venue were under pressure from the presence of just two swords clashing in the center.

The battle unfolding in front of their eyes was no longer a children’s plaything. That narrow arena was the battlefield of heroes in the form of boys and girls, and the center of the storm they ignited. A shrimp back exploded in a whale fight, and the waves caused by the two made the people around them dizzy.

Many struggled to stay sane, but either way, Noel and Damian didn’t care and had fun. In the duel between the two, the feelings of the people around them were not considered. The most important thing for both of them right now is to work hard not to disappoint each other.

Even before the duel started, there was a slight conflict between the two, but now they have forgotten all about it and are focusing only on the duel.

Smiles were in full bloom on their faces, like children indulging in a fun game, and in fact, Noel and Damian were enjoying the current duel more than any other game. Damian was happy that he had met someone he could do his best in, and Noel was recognized by him.

It is not yet known what the outcome will be, but it is certain that both those who are fighting and those who are watching will be satisfied.

But only one person couldn’t do that, and it was Altair, the cause of the conflict between the two. She, who had been rampaging until just a moment ago, quietly watched the duel between the two with her mouth pouting in Noel’s mind.

‘How long does it take to have a conversation…. It’s petty!’

It would be more accurate to say that I was a little dissatisfied with the current situation rather than not being satisfied. Altair wanted to talk to Damian, but Noel refused and continued the duel.

In the first place, she put confrontation before conversation, but she had a lot to say to Damian, so she was determined to solve it. Still, Altair’s complaint did not last long.

‘Well… I also wanted to see a face like this.’

The only thing Altair saw of Damien in the present was that she was wary of herself, so the sight of her having fun sharing her sword with her also helped to ease Altair’s mood. But her biggest reason was her feelings for Noel, which were transmitted to her during her duel with him.

My hair, which used to be complicated, was now sorted out to some extent. While pushed to the back of her consciousness, Altair thought for quite some time, and now that she was accepting Noel’s feelings, she could find an answer for herself.

Just as Altair gave Noel her past memories and emotions, she was also able to receive Noel’s emotions in the present. Because of this, she knew how long she had been waiting for her present moment and how she was in this position, and she was able to read Noel’s thoughts about the true meaning of this duel.

She was preparing for a breakup. Her farewell to her love affair with Damien. She knew that the duel she was now playing with him was preparing her to let go of her love, so even with Altair she couldn’t be more stubborn and she withdrew.

When she first read her words, Altair was quite shocked, but as Noel understood Altair, she soon understood Noel.

That’s why she seemed to know what to say when this duel was over. This was something she had decided to say before, but after reading Noel’s decision, she became more determined in a different way than before.

Anyway, these two were one, so it was only natural that if Noel knew the answer to my heart that Altair wanted so much to avoid, then she would know too. She was just dodging. But now that Noel was giving her the answer, she had no escape.

After the duel was over, regardless of the outcome, Altair decided to tell Damian her heart.

Actually, what the answer would be was already decided. Altair knew very well that this was not going to change at this time. Even if he gets back memories of his past. Since she has memories of Noel, Altair already knew that the day’s meeting was that he had listened to her insistence.

The reason she confessed even though she knew it wouldn’t be was for the same reason as Noel.

Altair was able to understand the meaning of Elena’s words to him. That was her way of letting go of the lingering feelings she had made known to her. What Altair needed now was the courage to hear the answer.

‘…Are you really okay with this?’

Altair asked Noel and asked himself a question. Her answer was already out, but it was also her last regret. She had no answer from Noel, and Altair knew it was hers.

She was about to say something more, but she stopped. She would know that no matter what she said, she meant nothing. Altair bowed her head to Noel, who didn’t answer, and she gave her answer.

‘Yes… You were the one who brought us this feeling in the first place, so it’s up to you to put an end to it. But the heart I have right now belongs to Altair, not Noel. It may have started with Noel, but the one I’ve been holding on to until now is Altair. So I have to put an end to it.’

Altair answered Noel and revealed his consciousness outside her sleep. There was no stopping Noel like before. Since Noel took up the Holy Sword, the boundary between Noel and Altair had gradually faded, so the consciousness of the two could coexist without either being pushed aside.

As Altair held the holy sword, the holy sword began to emit a stronger light than before. She had no intention of sharing her skill with Noel, so she concentrated her sword, intending to finish it in one blow.

The power of the holy sword that responded to her will was truly transcendent. Even if the Sword Saint were standing there, she would have tried to somehow shed that rather than confront it. Even the transcendentalists who were sitting in the stands and watching this felt unimportant and were preparing to jump out immediately, but Damian did not move from his seat as if he was waiting for Noel’s attack.

Even Damian, who was good at distinguishing between Noel and Altair, couldn’t tell who she was at this moment. She only noticed that something was wrong, but somehow he felt like he couldn’t avoid it, so he instinctively lowered his stance and prepared to face the next attack head-on.

She was surprised at Damian’s attempt to confront her instead of avoiding it, but Altair was rather pleased with this and struck down the sword. Her lingering swordsmanship flew towards Damian riding a huge sword blade that could cut through the sky.

After a while, the world was immersed in golden waves created by the divine power that spread throughout the venue. While the whole world was flooded by the power of the scattered holy swords, the last thing Altair saw before losing her mind was the crashing golden waves and the single starlight piercing through them.

***

Noel, who had lost her mind, opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Damian’s face looking down at her. At Damian, who was looking at her with her wide eyes, she spoke with a faint smile.

“Can I have chocolate this time?”

“Well, I should have it, but do I need it? Shall I give it to you?”

“Yes. Put it in your mouth.”

Then, a piece of chocolate piled up in a round bag actually came out of Damian’s pocket. The taste is the same dark chocolate with a strong bitter taste. If it was the original chocolate, he would have eaten it right away, but maybe because of his previous experience, Noel didn’t split it right away, but slowly rolled it in his mouth and ate it.

Seeing Noel eating the muck and muck, Damian raised the corner of her mouth and said.

“Last time, they said that it was very bitter, but they are eating well.”

“It’s bitter, but it’s also sweet. It’s kind of addictive. This. Um, is it because of this taste?”

Noel was still lying on her floor. Her mind was fully restored and her body was not powerless, but she seemed unwilling to get up just yet. Noel, who was rolling the chocolate hard in her mouth, pushed her to one side and she took one look at Damian’s face before she turned to him.

“I like it.”

Her tone was as light as her passing, but the words she uttered were not at all.

It must have been abrupt, but Damian looked down at Noel without a hint of embarrassment. Noel also faced Damian without avoiding his gaze. Did she even read that it was sincere in her face? He answered Noel’s words in a low voice.

“Sorry.”

Noel neither cried nor laughed at this answer.

Rolling the chocolate that was still in her mouth again, she passed the melted sweet water down her throat. A bittersweet aftertaste spread in my mouth.