The Water Magician

"I'm going!"

"Please go ahead."

The next moment, the sword fight began.

Fan's offense and Ryo's defense.

As expected, it was as anticipated.

However, there was something unexpected...

(Too fast!)

Ryo screamed in his mind.

(Too heavy!)

Once again, Ryo shouted in his heart.

Fan's sword was too fast and, moreover, too heavy.

He had expected Fan to be stronger compared to their last encounter.

But this was clearly beyond his expectations!

"This is way too different from before."

Ryo couldn't help but complain.

"If it were the same as before, you wouldn't win, would you?"

"No, at the previous stage, it was already quite dangerous."

Fan tilted his head, and Ryo frowned in response.

"I worked hard to turn Ryo into a skeleton!"

"You don't need to work that hard..."

"You want blue bones, right? Don't worry, I'll make sure they look nice."

"No, I said I don't want to become a skeleton..."

The pressure on Ryo was immense.

It seemed that the sword fight would be quite severe...

"To think it would come to this... this is truly a battle of non-humans."

Admiral Myun muttered as he watched the two fight.

"If we don't intervene, Lord Rondo will be killed..."

"Don't do it."

Abel stopped Admiral Myun.

"That's a fight between those two. We cannot interfere."

"But..."

"Besides, Lau over there wouldn't allow it."

Abel said.

"The moment you try to intervene, I'll chop you all into pieces."

Lau said, seemingly uninterested.

Nobody knew if he really intended to do that, but it was certain that if they disturbed the sword fight, he would get angry.

Even if they weren't in perfect condition, everyone except Abel would undoubtedly be instantly killed.

The difference in ability was that great...

"To do that without magic is quite something. I can tell even without being involved."

Abel spoke to no one in particular.

"Ryo can't use magic. If he does, everything will be taken over by Fan."

"That's right. But Fan can use magic freely. Since they're both using the same water attribute... it really is the worst opponent for Ryo."

"A mage greater than Lord Rondo?"

Lau responded to Abel's words, causing Admiral Myun to be surprised.

From what Admiral Myun heard, Ryo was a water attribute mage on par with Lord Rowan, one of the six saints.

Was he facing a mage who surpassed that?

"No, Admiral Myun, these two may look like this, but they're not human. They're what you would call monsters."

Abel pointed out Admiral Myun's misunderstanding.

"Well, it depends on how we define monsters... but from a human's perspective, they are certainly a type of monster."

Lau laughed as he responded.

"Monsters...?"

It seemed Admiral Myun didn't quite understand.

He frowned.

"Ryo mentioned your true nature. That's why it's impossible for you to surpass in magical control."

"Oh... do we know what we are?"

Lau squinted and asked.

"Yeah, you're dragons, right? And you're Dragon Kings."

Abel stated clearly.

"As expected. That's correct."

Lau nodded.

At that moment, Admiral Myun and his subordinates froze with their mouths agape.

Watching these frozen expressions, Abel continued speaking.

"Could it be that even in the Eastern Nations, dragons are already legendary beings?"

"Well, yes. The image of dragons that people conjure in their minds hasn't appeared in hundreds of years."

"Are there few of them?"

"We, the azure dragons, consist of only me and Fan."

"Eh?"

"Both of us are Dragon Kings."

"Seriously...?"

Abel was shocked by this sudden revelation.

"Ordinary humans live their lives without ever encountering a dragon. Yet, Ryo has met two, and Abel has met one... It's abnormal."

Lau burst into laughter at that.

Coughing and chuckling.

"It seems Ryo has the mark of Ruin. Hm? Could it be I also...?"

"Ah, both of you have met Nours, right? There’s a minuscule trace of Nours' mark on you."

"When did that happen...?"

"The mark of a Dragon King is like a smell. When you touch an animal, it leaves a scent, right? It's the same. The only difference is that the mark attaches to the soul, not your hands or clothes."

"That feels quite different."

Abel tilted his head at Lau's explanation.