The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 107

Chapter 107: Koutake-Ō (Rakul’s Side)

In front of Rakul appeared a mountain… no, a colossal entity that seemed like a mountain transformed into a human form.

Despite being an overwhelming presence, there was an odd lack of fear. Its majestic and dignified figure conveyed a sense of reliability.

As the giant before them raised its hand, a Zamma appeared in front of Rakul. Taking the Zamma in hand, Rakul felt a transmission of will.

“Diminutive… yet that will is quite something.”

“As long as your will remains unyielding… lend me your power.”

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When the scenery returned, the Basilisk had just caught sight of them. It approached, opening its jaws and advancing while letting out a cry.

Raising Zamma high, Rakul, with a heart both elated and a mind calm, understood what needed to be done.

…I know what to do; I’ve been watching and fighting alongside him since he was saved.

“Koutake Deployment!”

With these powerful words, a sandstorm danced around them, and in an instant, the sand turned into stones and rocks, deflecting the Basilisk’s attempts to swing its claws.

“Koutake-Ō Zamma!”

The rocks transformed, covering his body. In that moment, Rakul grasped the power of Zamma.

Slowly advancing towards the Basilisk, which attempted to pull him in with its tongue wrapped around its limbs…

“――――ッ!?”

No matter how much the Basilisk tried to pull, it didn’t budge. Rakul, now fifty times heavier than usual, couldn’t be pulled in.

Having deemed it impossible to pull him in, the Basilisk released its tongue. It then attempted to pierce him with the poison needle at the end of its tail. However, no matter how many times it thrust, it was repelled by the armor.

Grabbing the tail, Rakul sliced it in half from the middle with Zamma. The Basilisk, roaring and thrashing while spewing poison, swelled its throat and spat out a lump of poison.

Lightening his weight to the utmost and leaping, Rakul then increased his weight again. Positioned in the air as the Basilisk prepared to release poison, he descended with Zamma held in a reverse grip.

“Gagyuッ!!?”

Zamma pierced through the Basilisk’s jaws and into the ground. Rakul adjusted his grip on the handle above its head and swiftly ran along its back.

Forcibly cutting through scales and bones, he ran through and jumped down. The Basilisk split left and right, collapsing, and its massive body dissipated into magical stones.

“Kuu… Ugh…”

…The bodies of those killed by monsters disappear as the monsters die. Even though the Basilisk was defeated, Rakul couldn’t pay his respects to Ganza’s body.

Wiping away tears, he stood up. He truly wanted to cry aloud and squat there at that moment…

But he couldn’t afford to do so. That would trample on Ganza’s will, the one who believed in and entrusted him.

“Ganza-san… I swear, I’ll use this power… to live in a way that I won’t be ashamed of… to fulfill the oath as a knight.”

Crying and mourning could wait; for now, he had to stand… and fight to protect.

Jumping to the roof of the mansion, he stood there, cutting down the monsters that attacked him and surveyed the surroundings.

“Huh…?”

What came into view was Fifths, impaled by a black sword but emitting darkness from something he shaded with his hand, capturing Berg in that moment…