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The Water Magician

Chapter 457: Abel vs. Orenju ⚔️

Published: July 4, 2025

At that time, what was happening with Abel and Orenju?

"Not bad for a human, King. I'm really surprised."

"Regardless of the demon himself, I won't lose to a kin."

"No, that's underestimating it..."

Orenju frowned at Abel's declaration of resolve.

From Orenju's perspective, Abel was indeed a strong swordsman, but if it came down to which of them would win, it was 100% certain that it would be her.

Even if the world turned upside down, that result wouldn't change.

However...

(Yes, but I'm curious about those eyes.)

Orenju thought as she looked into Abel's eyes.

Those eyes were familiar.

Once, he was the man who fought against her master, Garwin...

(Those eyes are the same as Richard's. He too, even after being repelled by Lord Garwin multiple times, kept advancing...)

For Orenju, who had been watching from the sidelines, it was not an unpleasant sight at all.

Richard, who never gave up.

Garwin, who fought with a smile on his face.

And it wasn't a mocking smile.

It was a genuinely joyful...

A laugh that seemed to well up from the bottom of his heart...

Orenju honestly felt envious.

To be able to fight against someone who truly smiles from the depths of their heart.

Even living for thousands of years, such experiences were few and far between.

Recently, in the City of Hafrina, she felt a similar emotion towards the water attribute mages.

But the time was too short!

So what about the man in front of her?

There was potential.

She felt that way.

She couldn't help but think...

(Could this be...? Could it be? Would I understand if I fought a little longer?)

Orenju was slightly surprised by the feelings welling up from the depths of her heart.

The man before her, who kept coming at her time and again...

Held potential.

She wanted to keep fighting.

She wanted to keep crossing swords.

More, more, more!

"Orenju, what are you playing at?"

Orenju's thoughts were disrupted by a woman's voice from the side.

"Izolda, don't interfere."

It was a voice so filled with tension that even Orenju herself was surprised.

It was full of displeasure.

"Lord Garwin says to deal with that man quickly."

"I'm in a good spot right now. Just watch quietly over there."

Orenju deliberately chose not to respond directly to Izolda's words.

She couldn't defy Garwin's orders.

However, this was truly a good moment... she didn't want anyone to interfere with that.

That was Orenju's honest feeling.

Abel understood that he was at a significant disadvantage.

The sword of the kin called Orenju was unlike any sword he knew.

It was different from his master's sword and also different from the sword wielded by the demon prince in the 40th layer of the dungeon.

Of course, it was also different from the sword of the strongest mage he knew, Ryo... though he had only witnessed its true power a few times.

But he understood that Orenju's sword had been refined over a vast amount of time to reach its current form.

It wasn't a mere trick.

It didn't rely on talent or ability.

If it did, he wouldn't have felt this much despair.

A sword honed by someone who devoted themselves to it even more than Abel.

Such a sword was strong.

Naturally.

Moreover, terrifyingly, the man before him was a demon's kin.

This meant...

He surpassed him in strength, speed, and technique.

Probably, even in endurance...

How could he possibly win against such a being?

The answer was clear.

"I can't win."

That much was obvious.

The path of the sword was not that easy.

That’s why everyone works hard to gain strength, hone their speed, and master their techniques.

To win.

It was impossible to win against someone who excelled in all those aspects.

He knew it.

He knew it.

He knew it... but...

"No way! I won’t accept this!"

For some reason, he felt he heard the voice of the first duke, who shouldn’t be here.

The echo of the soul was still disconnected, so it was undoubtedly an auditory hallucination.

"Abel still has things to do! Are you going to leave Noah as a child without a father? Are you going to abandon Rhea? What about the citizens... the people who have crowned you as king? No! I won't accept that!"