I Have been Reincarnated As a Lazy, Arrogant Noble, but When I Destroyed The Scenario Through Effort, I Became The Most Powerful With Extraordinary Magical Power - 85

085 Conclusion

In Noblesse Oblige, the amount of magic power is absolute justice.

Sierra possesses one of the highest levels of magic power in the original story.

She has trained to an incredible extent, far beyond what one would expect from her youthful appearance.

And with that immense magic power, she performs high-speed magic movement combined with raw strength, launching invisible scythe attacks.

Before you even realize it, you’re unconscious—sent straight to the afterlife. That’s why her scythe is called Death Scythe.

Thanks to Flash Time Lapse, I can barely keep up, but Sierra moves through the snow at high speed as if it’s nothing.

If I tried to do the same, I’d run out of magic in no time.

This is something even Professor Milk has said before—there’s no shortcut. It takes time to build up magic power.

But I haven’t been slacking off either.

I chant Physical Enhancement: Scale-Up, predicting Sierra’s movements and intercepting her.

However, I’m not using the spell just for movement. It’s a setup to launch an attack ahead of time.

“Unnatural Wall—Unnatural!”

“Huh!?”

Sierra, moving at high speed, crashes into my invisible wall and stops.

As expected. Even for her, sudden direction changes must be difficult.

Not missing the opportunity, I swing my weapon at her without hesitation.

Yet, despite her awkward posture, Sierra blocks my attack with just the scythe in her hand.

My sword isn’t light. She shouldn’t be able to block it with her delicate arms—but she does. More impressive than I anticipated.

“That was close…—wait!?”

“—Debbie!”

But that’s not all. Debbie fires a magic blast from behind.

If Sierra dodges, that moment of vulnerability will let me land an attack.

Now—what will you do, Sierra?

“I see, nice teamwork.”

However, Sierra smiles slightly, spins gracefully, and without even looking, repels Debbie’s magic with a magic-powered kick.

Impossible. Theoretically, it’s possible, but it requires extreme precision to deflect magic.

With just a kick? Without even seeing it?

Hah, she’s a monster.

“D-Debbie!?”

“Hehehe, bad little demon.”

Before I know it, Sierra is behind Debbie.

In the next instant, she slashes without hesitation.

“D-Debbbbieee…!”

I instinctively grip my sword tighter.

“Let’s play again sometime…”

Debbie is immortal. Sierra must know that.

But reviving takes an enormous amount of magic power.

I see, she has a Dark Sister. So, she’s aware of Debbie’s immortality.

Still, her willingness to strike without hesitation is worthy of praise.

“Dark Rain.”

A rain of darkness falls from the sky as I charge forward.

If it touches Sierra, it’ll deal damage. To me, it’s just a healing spell.

Originally, it’s meant for fighting multiple opponents, but it works well in a one-on-one battle too.

“Hm, you’re experienced in battle.”

“Yeah, somewhat!”

But Sierra raises her scythe, swings it around, and deflects all the raindrops.

Then, in the next instant—she throws her scythe at me.

Even with Flash Time Lapse slowing my perception, it’s still—fast.

I deflect it with my sword, but the scythe returns to Sierra’s hand as if connected by an invisible thread.

It must be infused with something like Shally’s magic threads.

“…Amazing. You’re the first person to dodge this attack on the first try. —Weiss. Fancent. I’m forgetful, but I’ll remember your name.”

The Witch Sisters don’t get much spotlight in the original story. Since they’re in a different grade from Alan, they’re not the main focus.

That said, they’re indispensable in key story moments.

Even so, I had never seen this attack before.

Interesting. Upperclassmen really are on a whole different level.

“Big sis, stop already!? What if you had hit him!?”

“Who knows? But, it’s been a long time since I had this much fun!”

After that, Sierra and I kept exchanging attacks.

But none landed effectively.

Since one clean hit would end the fight, we were both being cautious.

However, I was holding back my trump card.

Rather, I couldn’t use it yet.

With Sierra moving at high speed in all directions, using it prematurely would be a waste.

—The Blessing of Healing and the Impulse of Destruction.

Usually, I activate it at the start. But its true power shines in the later stages when exhaustion sets in.

The snow-covered ground darkens.

Sierra notices and smiles.

In the next instant, her immense magic power surges into my body.

I knew she had enough magic to move at high speeds—but this is beyond my expectations.

Eleanor, realizing the danger, retreats to the top of a building.

“Round two begins.”

“Hehe, I might actually lose this time.”

I charge at full speed, aiming to land a decisive blow.

At the same time, I equip a whip in my left hand—something I had sealed away for a while.

I had been refraining from using it to focus on mastering the Dual Magic Sword.

The moment I graze Sierra with it, her magic becomes unstable.

For a moment, she loses the ability to use magic and stumbles—

“What!?”

“—See ya.”

But—

“That’s enough. I can’t overlook this as a teacher any longer.”

Professor Milk steps in between us.

When did she…? I was too focused to notice.

“…Since when were you watching?”

“For a while. It was an impressive fight, but this is getting too dangerous. —Sierra, you’re an upperclassman. You should know better than to fight underclassmen outside of an official match.”

“Hehe, sorry. I got too excited.”

“Weiss, you too. Show respect to your seniors. Also—lunch break is over.”

“…Understood.”

I cancel my magic. Behind me, Eleanor sighs in relief.

Maybe this really had gone beyond simple training.

Professor Milk smiles slightly—and then bonk.

“Ow!?”

“No, it’s not that painful.”

She punches me in the head with magic-infused strength.

It hurts. A lot.

Even with my defensive enhancements, she must have adjusted the magic precisely to make it sting.

Just as I start thinking, Why only me?, she bonks Sierra as well.

Ah, I see. She’s fair.

“Wh-Why!? That hurts…!”

“Both sides are at fault.”

Eleanor watches but doesn’t interfere.

Ah, so she’s disciplined when it comes to authority.

As Eleanor approaches, Sierra flops onto her.

“I’m tired…”

“There, there. You did great, Big Sis.”

It still feels like their roles are reversed. Sierra really is the older sister, right?