……Waaahhh!?
Seeing the tangled hell of vines filling the air before her, Histori instinctively covered her head with both hands and deftly hid behind Amir.
‘Oh my god, this momentum is at least ten times more exaggerated than the Dwarf Leap Slam that President of the Grand Forging Society Baron used. If I had to compare it to something, this scene is almost on par with when the Demon King first appeared.’
‘And back then, I had to work my butt off, painting Amir’s nails and washing her face, just to stall him for nearly two hours before he finally produced those漫天 magic circles.’
‘But this seemingly delicate Elf Queen Fuleiyasi didn’t even recite a proper incantation. She just started with zero frames and summoned this massive attack formation.’
‘I guess that’s what you get from the elves’ home turf, backed by the legendary Elven Sacred Tree with endless magic power, and the Elf King herself personally casting a plant-type forbidden spell. The casting speed and the special effects are top-notch.’
‘But even that Demon King, with all his dignity and the title of immortal, couldn’t even scratch Amir’s skin when they fought. She ran him through with her Pitch-black Greatsword in one strike, and he died like a stray dog on the roadside.’
‘As for these plant magic spells from Fuleiyasi…’
‘…Well, when Histori saw this, she had no choice but to close her eyes. Not out of fear, but because she couldn’t bear to watch the next scene.’
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Sure enough, just as Histori had imagined, those rampaging vines that looked like they could overturn the entire palace still hadn’t made a single sound near Amir after more than a dozen seconds.
‘Did Amir block them? Cut them off? Or just slice them into pieces?’
Histori curiously opened her eyes again and looked straight ahead.
She saw that the sharp vines were still completely intact, not only that, but they were even creeping inch by inch closer to Histori’s body.
As for the black-haired Hero who should have been protecting her as usual, she had somehow disappeared from her side.
‘Hey!? Amir, you jerk! I closed my eyes and hid behind you, and you just left me alone in Fuleiyasi’s attack range!?’
‘I finally trusted you once, and you let me down so completely! Damn it!’
Just as Histori hurriedly raised her hand, ready to release the Blood Blade and start fighting back on her own, the vines in front of her suddenly seemed to sink into some kind of quicksand.
Their advance slowed abruptly, and their branches began to dry up and turn yellow at a visible rate.
The thorns on them started falling off like snowflakes, pattering down before they even touched her clothes.
Within a few seconds, they lay prostrate on the ground one by one, becoming lifeless dead branches.
“See, Your Majesty? Right now, you don’t have nearly enough magic power to support an attack of this level.”
After those vision-blocking vines all fell away, Amir’s figure reappeared in Histori’s field of view.
While Histori had her eyes closed, Amir had already flashed over to Fuleiyasi’s side and spoke to her in a relaxed, casual tone.
“…!?”
Before the slightly flustered Fuleiyasi could even try to lift her staff and redirect the plants’ attack, Amir pulled out the Pitch-black Greatsword from her back and, with the flat of the blade, sent Fuleiyasi’s staff flying a dozen meters away.
“Besides, your plant magic is all bark and no bite—actually weak and feeble. That force just now couldn’t even crush an ordinary magical beast, could it? I wonder how much magic power you’ve wasted supporting that so-called Holy Grail.”
Hearing this, Fuleiyasi’s expression stiffened.
She beckoned to her staff, then pointed a finger at Amir in the air.
A small, sharp vine wrapped in a faint water current shot rapidly toward Amir’s legs.
“Lady Fuleiyasi, since you don’t even have the strength to hold your scepter anymore, then…”
Amir shook her head lightly, swung the Greatsword back onto her back, and cracked her knuckles.
“…please, stop wasting my time here.”
BOOM!!!
An invisible blast of air, compressed purely by Amir’s physical strength, collided with that scrawny-looking vine that had no momentum.
There was no suspense.
When the vines met Amir’s punch, they became as fragile as tofu strips, easily blasted into clouds of debris.
“…What!?”
Seeing this, Fuleiyasi’s pupils contracted sharply.
“First making people lower their guard, then hiding the real killing blow in the details—that’s indeed an unexpected tactic. And with your status, using that move makes it even easier to pull off.”
Amir curled the corner of her mouth, then stepped forward and appeared directly behind Fuleiyasi.
“…Too bad, when the gap in strength reaches a certain point, hiding feints and killing moves becomes meaningless. Instead of this situation, you’d have been better off putting out a real attack from the start.”
“…”
Before the gritting Fuleiyasi could mobilize her remaining magic power, a black sword light flashed across her chest.
Crack.
That crisp snapping sound echoed unnaturally in the pure white palace.
The emerald scepter, inlaid with a green gem and symbolizing the supreme royal authority of the elves, was cleanly cut in half from the middle by Amir’s merciless black heavy sword.
At the same time, the gem rolled onto the floor of the elven royal palace with a clatter, letting out a clear, mournful sound.
“…”
In the end, Amir’s blade stopped steadily less than half an inch from the Elf Queen’s neck.
One strike. Just one strike.
Before the battle had truly begun, it had already declared its end.
Even so, this was actually the most proper fight Histori had ever seen Amir fight.
The opponent not only started with a massive attack but even managed to counterattack Amir afterward.
“…Sigh.”
Looking at the cold blade against her neck, Fuleiyasi neither resisted nor struggled.
After a flicker of complex emotion passed through her pale green eyes, she silently closed them.
“Indeed, with my power, I can’t defeat the Hero after all.”
The Elf Queen seemed to shed the burden of her role as monarch, letting out a helpless sigh like any ordinary loser.
She released her hands and let the broken half of the emerald scepter fall to the ground.
Then she raised both hands toward Amir, making a gesture of surrender.
“Amir, the Holy Grail is yours.”
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