Hearing the classic words, Kenma paused in his tracks and turned to look behind him.
In the dim alleyway, red hair as dazzling as fire fluttered in the wind.
He wore a pristine white knight’s uniform adorned with gold trim, and his blue eyes looked like an extension of the sky itself.
With a flawless, handsome face, he looked at first glance like a friendly guy, lacking any sense of intimidation.
However, if one sensed carefully, they would detect a heavy aura emanating from him.
The contemporary Sword Saint, the strongest existence in the world, a naturally powerful individual favored by the will of the world—Reinhard Van Astrea.
Sweeping his gaze over the three corpses on the ground, Reinhard’s expression darkened slightly.
Was I still a step too late?
He was on his day off today and was merely passing by, but upon hearing someone calling for help in the alley, he had rushed over without hesitation.
But now, it seemed he was too late.
Only three corpses remained at the scene.
Reinhard looked up, focusing his gaze on Kenma standing before him, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Sir, did you kill these three people?” Kenma smiled and shrugged nonchalantly, “If I’m not mistaken, you must be the famous Sword Saint, Reinhard.
I didn’t expect you to get involved in this.” He took a step forward and said, “Listen, just now, right after I walked into this alley, these three guys tried to rob me at knifepoint.
They even threatened to stab me to death if I didn’t give them my money.” “Under the threat of imminent death, I had to fight back to protect myself and my belongings.
In the end, I misjudged their strength and accidentally beat them all to death.
Doesn’t that count as self-defense?” Reinhard was taken aback and subconsciously activated the Divine Protection Against Lies.
With this Divine Protection, he could peer into the other party’s heart and determine whether they were lying.
The feedback from the Divine Protection indicated that the person in front of him was not lying.
“So that’s how it is.” The anger and gravity on Reinhard’s face completely dissipated.
He stood in place, thinking for a moment, and ultimately sighed.
“Sir, although you were forced to fight back, you used far too much force, resulting in three deaths.
You will still have to come with me.” Just then, an object worn at his waist suddenly began to vibrate.
“Hmm?!” Reinhard’s pupils contracted sharply.
He quickly reached out and pressed down on the hilt of Reid.
What’s going on?
Why is Reid suddenly reacting?
Could it be…
Reinhard maintained a calm exterior, but a storm of shock raged in his heart.
As the heirloom of the Astrea family passed down through generations, Reid, which was capable of cutting through anything, would only ever unsheathe itself against a powerful foe.
Againts those it deemed unworthy, it could not be drawn.
Yet now, this blood-drenched boy before him had actually triggered the condition for Reid to unsheathe itself?!
Just who on earth was this person?
Adopting a cautious mindset, Reinhard waited for Kenma’s response.
Facing Reinhard’s inquiry, Kenma rubbed his chin with his right hand, looking as if he was genuinely considering it.
“What you say makes sense.
After all, I did kill three people.
Regardless of the reason, this puts me on the lower moral ground.
I really should go with you.” Seeing that Kenma agreed with him, Reinhard breathed a sigh of relief.
He was just about to reach out when he heard the other party shift his tone.
“However, I refuse.
I only did what was necessary to protect my life and property.
Killing those three thugs was actually an act of justice.
If you want me to go with you, draw your sword and fight me.” Under Reinhard’s somewhat astonished gaze, Kenma walked over with large strides.
The blood on his hands dripped down as he moved, adding a touch of ferocity to his demeanor.
Watching Kenma walk toward him, a look of helplessness flashed in Reinhard’s eyes.
“Sir, your reasoning is sound, but it does not comply with the laws of the Kingdom.
Since you have chosen to resist arrest, it seems I have no choice but to fight you.” As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand gripped the hilt, which was inlaid with a golden dragon pattern, and drew it in one swift motion.
Reinhard would not dare to be careless against an opponent who Reid deemed worthy in the slightest, wishing to prevent the other party from causing even greater harm to the Kingdom.
The surrounding mana began to gather frantically, pouring entirely into the sword in Reinhard’s hand under a black-hole-like attraction.
There were still many civilians outside the alleyway, so Reinhard compressed all the energy as much as possible, aiming to obliterate the opponent in a single instant.
As the Sword Saint, the sharpest blade of the Kingdom of Lugunica, he could not allow, nor did he dare to let, an enemy who Reid deemed worthy go free.
The distance between the two was now less than two meters.
Kenma raised his fist high, while Reinhard’s pupils contracted as he swung Reid upward from below.
This way, even if the attack was blocked or evaded, the massive amount of mana accumulated inside Reid would shoot into the sky, avoiding any harm to the surrounding streets.
Fist and Reid collided in mid-air, and a blinding white light flashed.
A pillar of magical energy erupted from the depths of the alley, soaring straight into the clouds.
A wild wind swept through, dispersing the remaining magical residue and revealing the upright figure of the Sword Saint.
When Reinhard clearly saw the scene before him, he froze on the spot.
There was no trace of Kenma left, he had vanished completely.
‘He really is a mysterious fellow.
Did he use the gap during the attack to escape?’ Reinhard sighed.
Allowing such a formidable enemy—who could take his full-force blow head-on and still escape unscathed—to slip away was something he didn’t know would bring good or bad fortune to the Kingdom.
Moreover, the man’s clothing was vastly different from the local attire of the Kingdom.
He was highly likely an outsider, with unknown motives.
The next moment, the world reset.
…
Kenma opened his eyes, and couldn’t keep it together.
He knew there was a huge gap between himself and the Sword Saint, Reinhard, but wasn’t this a bit too ridiculous?
In truth, during the clash just now, he hadn’t even directly touched Reid.
He had been directly disintegrated into ash, with not a single piece of flesh remaining.