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Harrington tilted his head, bewildered by the sudden change in attitude.
"Do you have something like bipolar disorder? Hmm... that would be problematic if you have such a flaw."
"You moronic bastard. What are you babbling about?"
Bonita took a small cube out of her school uniform pocket.
It was the same shape as the flying cubes used for various assessments at the academy, but without wings.
"Do you know what this is?"
"Is it a magic bomb? Are you trying to commit suicide with me?"
"Of course you wouldn't know, cooped up in this backwater village. This is a magical tool that my friend Davian submitted a patent paper for last month. The name is 'Sounds Good Recorder,' named after Davian."
"Sounds Good Recorder?"
"I don't know the principles or anything. This magical tool swallows sounds and stores them. And you can play them back anytime later. You just confessed all your crimes into this recorder, Harrington."
Harrington, who had looked bewildered, burst out laughing again.
"Ah... was all that erratic babbling acting? To record my confession?"
"That's right."
"Even those tears?"
"Yes. Everyone around me says my acting has improved a lot."
"Quite meticulous. You seem to resemble your father more than your mother."
"Don't you dare bring my father up with that filthy mouth."
Just then.
Thwack.
Harrington's dagger rushed in quickly.
The tip of the dagger accurately reached Bonita's heart.
"I was going to treat you kindly, but I guess that won't work. You need to be locked up in the dungeon for about 10 years to come to your senses. Of course, in the meantime, your mother will have to do whatever I tell her because of you being locked up in the dungeon."
The marquis pressed down on the dagger.
Bonita's blood seeped through her uniform.
"Are you putting your filthy dagger on my body right now? Huh? I'm bleeding?"
Harrington shrugged as if to say, what can you do.
"Clearly, you attacked first. Border Earl Harrington Caire Marquis. No, I mean, Criminal Harrington. Okay, that's all for the recording."
Bonita turned her palm downwards.
Bonita's sword slid up into Bonita's grasp.
Half a year ago.
The day after the 1st grade ended and her friends went to see the circus.
Liber came in playing with a staff that floated and moved in the air on its own when you held out your hand, without having to infuse it with magic separately.
"Isn't this really cool? When I looked at the principles, it wasn't that difficult. The person who first made this toy must be a genius. How did they even think of making and selling such a toy? Should I develop something like this and make money too?"
After that day.
Liber made a new magical tool, half as a joke and half seriously.
It was an application of the cheap magic staff he bought at the circus.
It was a magical tool that responded to the user's movements and moved towards the palm without having to infuse magic separately.
"Guys! Look at this! I did it! Am I going to be rich now?"
That magical tool that Liber invented back then.
Is now embedded in the handle of Bonita's sword.
Named, Specula Motion Gesture.
After grabbing the handle of the sword that was pulled up.
Swoosh.
Bonita's right foot gently swept the floor and moved backward.
At the same time, Bonita's sword was swung concisely.
Clang.
The marquis's dagger, cut off by a single sword stroke, fell to the floor.
Bonita pointed with her chin to the sword hanging on the wall of the reception room.
"Pick up your sword properly. You filthy bastard."
Harrington, who was looking at Bonita with surprised eyes, moved slowly to the side.
As if only then realizing the seriousness of the situation.
His hands were outstretched forward and his gaze was fixed on the tip of Bonita's sword.
Shling.
Only after Harrington picked up the sword hanging on the wall did he regain his triumphant expression.
"Arrogant girl. Setting up such a pathetic trap, you must be secretly enjoying thinking you've won."
"Yeah, you bastard."
"Today, this place will be your grave. And. That magical tool called the recorder with a strange name will never be played."
"Why don't you give it a try."
Bonita raised her sword to her mouth.
Then, she untied the headband around her wrist and began to roughly tie her long red hair back.
An absurd action.
It was a situation where she could be exposed in a defenseless state if the marquis rushed in during that time.
But.
Bonita was confident.
And.
She was certain that the swordsmanship she had devoted her life to was reaching its true meaning.
The man who killed her father.
Tormented her mother for decades.
Brought her family to ruin.
And on top of trying to take the Count's estate.
The guy who even tried to defile Bonita herself.
Even if that guy rushed at her right now, while she was tying her hair.
She was confident.
Yes.
This was why she had worked so hard all this time.
After her father passed away.
She had desperately honed only her swordsmanship.
It was to keep her promise to her father to become the best swordsman.
And it was because there was no other way to soothe the emptiness in her heart caused by her father's death.
It was also because the most memorable image of her father was that warm smile on his face as he looked at Bonita holding a wooden sword.
For various reasons, she poured everything into her swordsmanship.
Before she knew it, practicing swordsmanship had become the purpose of her life.
Clench.
Bonita, who had tightly tied her hair tie, grabbed her sword again.
Whether it was because he was looking down on Bonita, or because he was wary of Bonita's overly relaxed appearance.
Marquis Harrington did not rush at the defenseless Bonita.
'The purpose of my swordsmanship.'
Lightly gripping the handle with both hands.
She slowly raised the sword diagonally.
'The reason I devoted my life to swordsmanship.'
She could finally understand.
'Marquis Harrington Caire. It was to destroy that bastard.'
Just then.
Harrington Caire began to move.
It was clear that he was looking down on her, as he only started moving after Bonita took her stance.
A big step to the left.
A big step to the right.
Movements to confuse the opponent.
As befitting the Border Earl, the movements were large, fast, and without any gaps.
In a critical situation where the enemy was rushing in.
Bonita slowly closed her eyes.
In a short moment that transcended the concept of time.
The sword paths that she had trained all her life unfolded in Bonita's mind.
Bonita opened her eyes wide.
The marquis's sword was already thrusting towards Bonita.
Bonita's sword moved smoothly.
The movement was smooth, but the speed was as fast as the wind.
With a light turn of the wrist, Bonita's sword parried the marquis's sword.
The wrist was light, but the weight on the sword was not.
It was the moment when Bonita's sword, which she had trained her whole life, took a step towards a higher level.
Clang! Clang!
The swords of the two people stirred up the reception room in a mess.
Wind blew and sparks flew.
The swordsmanship of Border Earl Harrington Caire was also close to perfection.
It was clear that Bonita would have been pushed back by him until yesterday.
But.
Today, Bonita's sword reached a higher level.
A level that can never be reached by simply practicing swordsmanship.
A level that can only be reached when putting sincerity into the sword.
When the heart and the sword become one and face a true enemy.
Harrington Caire's eyes began to waver.
From the sword of a mere eighteen-year-old girl.
He felt the sharp teeth of a predator that he dared not approach.
A perfect predator's sword.
Like a stray dog meeting a tiger.
Like a frog meeting a snake.
He could neither turn tail and run.
Nor could he rush in at the risk of his life.
All he could do.
Was to swing his sword with all his might to extend his life by 1 second at a time.
"Wait, wait a minute! Bonita! I was wrong!"
Like a cold and indifferent sword.
A cold and indifferent voice was heard.
"I know, you son of a bitch."
But her sword did not stop.
Swoosh!
Bonita's sword deeply slashed through Harrington's shoulder.
Thwack!
She stabbed his side.
Swoosh!
And then slashed his thigh again.
While the marquis was staggering, unable to even stand properly.
Bonita spun her body around in a large circle.
The sword that turned greatly with Bonita's body.
Cut through the neck of Border Earl Harrington Caire Marquis.
When Davian's group arrived at the Marquis's castle.
The castle was already in an uproar.
Something had clearly broken out.
Boom!
Latia, who had launched a large fireball at the Marquis's castle guard, ran alongside Davian.
"Davian! What's going on here?"
"Hurry! We have to save Bonita! Bonita, you idiot! I told you to just record and get out."
"Then why did you send only Bonita alone!"
"Why else! It's because Bonita was stubborn!"
"That doesn't mean you send her alone!"
"I trusted Bonita."
Clang!
Nubes swung his shield and sent the body of the rushing guard flying far away.
"Davian! Leave this to us and you go to Bonita!"
Davian turned his head and looked at Nubes.
Beside him, Velum and Liber were aiming at the enemy with swords and guns respectively.
Luna had dyed her palms blue so that she could cast healing magic at any time.
Latia and Karin were relentlessly firing terrifying magic.
These guys.
They have become quite reliable.
Davian nodded towards Nubes.
"I'm counting on you! Nubes! Don't let anyone get hurt!"
"Just trust Nubes, the strongest tanker!"
Taaht!
Davian, who jumped high, threw himself towards the inner castle.
Clatter!
He broke any glass and entered the inner castle.
Unlike the situation outside, the inner castle was surprisingly quiet.
When he maximized his senses, he heard faint footsteps from the upper floor.
Davian quickly threw his body and headed for the upper floor.
"Th-this is really."
In Davian's vision as he went up to the upper floor.
He saw Bonita with half-open eyes.
She was covered in blood all over her body.
And around Bonita.
More than a hundred heavily armed corpses were lying down.
"Did you do all of this?"
Bonita's half-open eyes turned to Davian.
"Huh? Davian……."
Davian approached Bonita.
"I…… I took revenge. I killed that bastard with my own hands. I killed all the guys who ran to save that bastard, too."
Clang.
Bonita's sword fell to the floor.
Stagger.
Davian quickly reached out his arm and grabbed Bonita's body, which was about to fall.
It was amazing that she was standing up straight, as there was no energy left in her body.
"Davian……."
"Yeah, Bonita."
"My sword was for today…… I succeeded in revenge……."
Davian looked around.
It was Bonita Fortis who could barely handle one Harrington Marquis.
So he repeatedly asked her to just record and get out of the marquis's castle.
For some reason, she had far exceeded the level that Davian knew.
'She has become stronger. Bonita Fortis.'
He must not let her mentality collapse at this important time.
"What are you talking about? For today? The sword of Bonita Fortis, the ace of the swordsmanship department, will be used for even more wonderful and bigger things in the future."
It was a line that made his fingertips curl up.
But in order to not lose the power that had become so much stronger, he could say even more.
Bonita smiled at Davian's face.
"You're the ace…… I'm tired…… Davian. I'm going to sleep a little."
Bonita's eyes closed slowly.
And she leaned on Davian as she was.
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