-1291- The pure white swordsman

In the shopping center's ground floor plaza, all the commotion suddenly vanished, restoring silence.

It was only then that the coat in midair floated down, allowing its owner to slowly descend and touch the ground.

"What a bunch of unpleasant guys."

Rozen made this comment, glancing at the security guards lying in pools of blood, sighing before waving his hand, causing sparks to fly from his coat and ignite the corpses, burning them to ashes.

"Hope they can rest in peace."

Rozen muttered this to himself.

After all, Rozen hadn't expected that he would encounter such a situation. He had only felt an old friend was pursuing him and came out of Hagun Academy to meet them to avoid exposing his identity. But when he arrived, he found this mess.

By the time Rozen got there, the security guards were already dead, with only Bishou and his subordinates brazenly boasting.

Thus, Rozen decided to deal with these pests.

As for the security guards, may they rest in peace.

But...

"You should come out now, shouldn't you?"

Rozen spoke indifferently.

"Have you been standing by the whole time?"

Rozen spoke as if talking to himself in the empty shopping center plaza.

Then...

"No, the situation had already unfolded by the time I arrived."

A voice, as beautiful and refined as a song, suddenly sounded without any warning, reaching Rozen's ears.

The owner of the voice appeared silently behind Rozen, standing on the railing of the shopping center's top floor, looking down at the glass-strewn and blood-soaked plaza where Rozen stood, her eyes flashing continuously.

A radiant white light shone from her.

The light came from her armor and her flowing white hair, making her extraordinarily dazzling.

Rozen turned his head slowly, looking at her.

He saw a young woman.

She appeared to be in her twenties, wearing armor like a Valkyrie, holding a sword in each slender hand that hung loosely, her waist-length white hair fluttering in the wind, resembling a saint or a deity.

This female swordsman had exquisitely beautiful features, strikingly breathtaking.

However, her beauty was not merely superficial.

Her silver-gray eyes looked straight at Rozen, containing a brilliance that seemed to see through everything. Her delicate limbs were completely relaxed, her posture natural yet poised for any sudden change, making it impossible to discern her center of gravity.

At least, Rozen had never seen a more perfect stance or a more beautiful pose, making her appear like a goddess from a dream, so approachable yet flawless.

"After two years, I've finally found you."

The woman spoke in a melodious voice.

"Yes, I'm surprised you knew I was here."

Rozen smiled abruptly, responding to her words.

But it wasn't surprising.

"If I truly want to find you, fate's gravity will guide me to you; the only difference is the time it takes."

The white-haired female swordsman said.

To this...

"That's true."

Rozen nodded, seemingly understanding her words, and spoke calmly.

"But to find me, you spent two whole years. You still act the same, showing a strange persistence in certain matters despite your aloof attitude towards everything else."

Rozen's tone sounded like he was chatting with an old friend, devoid of any hostility, highly familiar.

"That was our promise."

The female swordsman did not deny it, simply raising her sword.

"Two years ago, before our duel on the Western European border, we swore on this sword that neither of us would leave without a word, regardless of the outcome."

Saying this, the swordswoman's tone changed, filled with complexity and indignation.

"But you turned and left without hesitation afterward, breaking the 'oath.' I can't allow that."

So she traveled far, spending two years to find him here.

Just to fulfill the broken promise.

Rozen sighed deeply.

"Why bother?" Rozen said irritably, "You and I can't casually reveal our true identities before the world; it attracts all sorts of people, leading to endless challenges. I suggested we part ways because of that. Besides, I have my own goals, needing to roam the world. You don't have to stick with me. Why insist on staying together?"

Rozen raised his objection.

Unfortunately...

"Whether it's necessary is not up to you but up to me."

The white-haired swordswoman stared at Rozen, speaking firmly.

"If you want to stop me, then reject me with force, as you did two years ago."

Saying this, she spread her arms like wings, holding her white swords, and lightly descended, landing in front of Rozen.

At that moment, an astonishing sword aura emanated from her.

Instantly, it rose like an invisible pillar, piercing the sky.

...

"...!?"

In the Hagun Academy director's office, Shinguji Kurono, who was still working on documents, abruptly looked up, her eyes full of shock.

"That sword aura... Could it be...!?"

Shinguji Kurono stood up involuntarily.

At the same time...

"Kuro!"

The director's office door was kicked open, and Saikyo Nene rushed in.

"You felt it too, Kuro!"

Saikyo Nene looked at the shocked Shinguji Kurono, confirming her suspicion, her expression turning serious.

Both looked in the same direction.

There, a terrifying sword aura kept rising, making them shiver.

They knew that, worldwide, only one person could emit such an aura.

That extraordinary sword aura, even from afar, felt like a blade against their throats, causing cold sweat to form on their foreheads.

"Why..."

Shinguji Kurono murmured.

"Why is that monster here?"

Saikyo Nene's expression was equally grim.