The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 109

Chapter 109: Cage of Self-Reflection

Carrying the Battle Axe, Rakul cut through the rain of feathers, traversing the courtyard.

Slipping through the legs, he slashed at the ankles with the Battle Axe. As soon as a surface wound appeared, he swiftly rolled away, avoiding the leg with claws that had just stomped where he was.

(…It’s tough.)

Holding the Polearm Partisan, he set himself. While deflecting the descending chain stakes, the monster exhaled a breath mixed with iron fragments.

(The Tower Shield Tower Shield would be blown away… but with others… not!)

He drove the Polearm into the ground and expanded the shield, using the Polearm Shield Pile Shield to withstand the breath.

Tremendous force and weight transmitted through the shield. Activating body enhancement to endure it, he pulled out the Pile Shield and threw it towards the monster’s face.

“―――!?”

Seizing the opportunity when the Pile Shield collided and staggered the monster, Rakul kicked up its legs and shoulders, then stabbed the Rapier Estoc towards its neck.

(…Telesia…)

“…!”

While clinging to the emotions transmitted through the Rapier, he stopped in the midst of the situation. The stakes and feathers moved towards him from the back and wings.

“Tch!”

Kicking off the back to avoid the released stakes and feathers, Rakul landed after evading the attacking feathers in mid-air. Holding the sword with both hands, he faced the monster that used to be Telesia while deflecting feathers and stakes.

(Telesia…)

Taking a moment to think, it wasn’t impossible to defeat her as she is now, but the voices he heard and the possibility he found through observation made him hesitate to defeat her.

…At that time, he avoided facing it directly. If the result of abandoning the discussion and escaping was this, then he had to face it now.

“…Telesia, I realize we’ve never had a proper conversation.”

“――――――――――――――――ッ!!”

“So, let’s talk. Look me in the eyes…”

Running again with a Battle Axe and a Small Sword, he threw the Battle Axe towards the monster’s mouth as it attempted to exhale. He used the Small Sword to climb onto Telesia’s body, then struck her with the Small Sword.

Telesia violently thrashed around as the high-pitched metallic sound resonated. Despite almost being thrown off, Rakul avoided it by entangling the chain and continued to strike with the Small Sword.

After repeating this several times, he detached the chain and retreated. Using a lower-grade fire magic on the steel face to divert her attention, he distanced himself. The hypothesis turned into certainty.

“Indeed, this is a cage…”

Holding the sword, he summoned Garma. Garma neighed and dashed forward, and Rakul, standing on Garma, chanted while imbuing magic into his sword.

As Garma approached amidst the rain of feathers and stakes, Rakul kicked Garma’s back to jump even higher. He swung the sword, enveloped in flames and lightning, while in mid-air.

“Ooooooooooh!”

Telesia, who had been paying attention to Garma approaching, now looked up at Rakul, who jumped higher. Breaking through the spreading black smoke, Garma returned to the darkness, and Rakul’s sword, surrounded by fire and lightning, slashed through Telesia’s chest.

(Alright!)

Releasing the sword, he widened the cut he made. With an armored gauntlet, he forcibly pushed through the thorny interior, reaching inside.

And in the state of half-insertion, he grabbed something inside…

“Armor Deployment!”

While pulling out what was inside, he chanted. A black storm swirled around him, and iron fragments scattered in the courtyard…