Does a common curse really hold any significance for the "Hero" and "Sword Saint"?

Rose looked at the sword in her hand. As Mohe had said, she could certainly perceive the subtle differences between the two swords. Giving either person a sword likely wouldn't make any difference.

However...

What if?

After Rose left with the sword, Mohe began changing clothes, and at this moment, Lisidorwei ran over.

"Lisidorwei, even though you were originally created for the purpose of slaughter, you've been a high-ranking member of the Demon Race for so many years, and on the human side, you're the Bloody Queen—it's impolite to suddenly barge into someone else's room, don't you think?"

"Sorry, Demon King." Although she said so, it seemed she had no intention of leaving the room, while Mohe continued changing clothes, unaffected.

She was changing into the maid outfit she wore while working at the tavern, and as she said, she quite liked this set of clothes.

The girl sighed involuntarily, while dressing up, she asked, "So, what do you want to say by coming to me so excitedly?"

"Clearly, there's no meaning in doing these things, so why do it?"

"Eh~" A hint of curiosity flowed from Mohe's eyes, "If you really think there's no meaning in doing these things, why come to find me? Letting things develop naturally is also quite fine, isn't it?"

Lisidorwei found Mohe's smile somewhat intimidating, fearing the Demon King's tears less than his smile...

She tried to calm her emotions slightly, "Such a level of curse, if the two have resistance in their hearts, it's impossible to be affected. If someone becomes a Demon Race, it certainly means someone has actively embraced that curse, actively wants to become Demon Race… Rose, no matter which sword she'd give to them, so what?"

"Are you concerned about Doro, or about Rose? If concerned about Doro, you should be looking for Rose. So, are you concerned about Rose? Are you two close? I have no related memories."

In Mohe's memory, the relationship between Lisidorwei and Rose, though not awful, definitely wasn't friendly.

Upon realizing this, Mohe suddenly showed an enlightened expression, "Ah! I understand! You're jealous!"

"What did you say!"

"My fault, Lisidorwei, it's my misunderstanding." Mohe surprisingly apologized to this young girl, "Letting Rose make a choice is meant to make Rose clearly recognize her own feelings, but I ignored the fact I've always known... you like Doro. If Rose realizes her feelings for Doro because of this, you'll have a new rival in love, which is probably very bad for you."

What Lisidorwei wanted to express wasn't that.

Yet she found herself unable to argue, uncertain if she genuinely harbored such thoughts.

Mohe then shifted the conversation, "The Hero is quite enviable~ always possessing such charm at any time~ perhaps you two competing isn't necessarily a bad thing? If it forms a healthy competition, it should be flattering enough to make Doro fall. This is a fairly good outcome, so I won't change my approach."

She had already dressed in the maid outfit, posing two cute actions in front of the full-length mirror inside the room, "I'm quite cute too~ Do you think there's a chance Doro might like me?"

"Huh?"

Mohe glanced down slightly, then looked again at Lisidorwei, "Seems unlikely, as you and Rose are too 'endowed' for symbols of femininity. Whereas I'm just a frail girl. You must know humans as creatures are inherently interested in such things since their creation. Cute beings only spark protective desires; ones as 'curvy' as you two provoke more primal instincts."

Totally confused about what exactly this Demon King was talking about.

Lisidorwei deeply sensed the distance between herself and the Demon King.

The fear held towards the Demon King since her birth prevented her from truly facing the Demon King, truly understanding the Demon King.

As a subordinate, this was likely a failure.

"Lisidorwei, come on, let's cheer for them~"

Mohe showed a cute smile, and whenever this moment happened, Lisidorwei would always fleetingly believe the person in front was genuinely a typical human little girl, petite and adorable.

Yet beneath that smile, lay incredibly profound darkness.

What should I do? Doro.

...

Speak with the sword.

Whether it's the Sword Saint or the Hero, both possess extremely strong powers. If they truly let loose, Baixi Town would turn to ruins, and everyone would die—no matter how large Mohe's manor was, it couldn't withstand the chaos. She would be quite distressed.

Of course, merely competing with power alone isn't the wish of these two.

This would be a duel in the purest sense of swordsmanship, where both would restrain their powers, fighting based on their understanding of swordsmanship… just like when Gedora took away Xion's "Ah"-name.

When holding the sword, Ah Xion felt her heartbeat, the sword emitted a faint hum, resonating with the pulse of her entire body. She couldn't help but remember the times when she and Gedora fought against each other, she always recalled those times filled with laughter.

Those were the times she once had but seemed to never cherish. If time could start over, she would definitely...

Doro was the first to draw his sword.

He twirled his sword into a flower, the reflection of the long sword making the current scene somewhat brilliant.

Xion knew that in a second, Doro's sword would thrust, approximately towards her abdomen; this was his usual habit when wielding a sword.

Thus, the sword in her hand began to leap, advancing forward, with her sword drawing an arc and just deflecting Doro's thrusting sword to the left. However, this seemed to be within Doro's expectation, as his sword followed the circular path, while Xion's sword relentlessly trailed after it, akin to a shadow.

Their swords seemed magnetically drawn together, their figures and steps incessantly intertwining and shifting within the briefest of distances.

"It's practically like they're dancing!" Mohe couldn't help but exclaim.

She was also somewhat of a swordsmanship expert, and upon witnessing the scene before her, couldn't help but clap. The exchange of swordsmanship between the Sword Saint and the Hero truly lived up to their titles; within the fierce glint of swords, it was akin to the most proud dance of human nobles—passionate and fiery, entwined yet separate.

At times like affectionate lovers, at times like despised enemies.

The artistry of combat was fully evident in this moment.

To objectively evaluate the present battle, just looking at the expressions of Rose and Lisidorwei, looking as if they've consumed something bitter yet couldn't help but worry, revealed everything.

This was an extremely perilous battle, but the high standard of both made this battle appear as an artistic confrontation.

Indeed, it was quite a show.

But...

"It's truly disappointing!"

Mohe uttered as he let out such a sigh.

His actions were contradictory.

Mere moments ago, he was joyfully applauding their battle, and the next moment, he declared, "Truly disappointing." If he weren't the Demon King, hardly anyone would delve into his words, simply deeming the girl before them as somewhat crazy, speaking puzzling things.

However, those present, and even those engaged in battle, probably understood the significance of the Demon King.

Because this battle, which looked as if it were a dance—resembled more a performance, rather than a "slaughter."

It was a refined display of "technique," rather than an ugly battle fought with all means for utter victory over the opponent.

Mohe turned his head and said to the two women, "When he dismembered me back then, this was not how he fought. At that time, his sword was unruly yet extremely fierce and terrifying, even for me, recalling it now makes my whole body tremble. I expected to see that sword again; turns out there still are old affections!"

His words made the two women withdraw their gaze from the duel and roll their eyes at Mohe.

Mohe spread his hands and shrugged, indicating he had no other intent, merely providing a simple assessment.

The swordplay collision, resembling a dance, lasted probably two or three minutes.

After which, Doro and Ah Xion simultaneously retreated, separating.

"Have you made no progress over these years?"

Doro stared at Ah Xion, "If your sword remains as such, you will lose to me."

"Why aren't you using the sword that killed the Demon King?"

Ah Xion stared fixedly at Doro. She knew some of the inside stories of the past events quite clearly. During the battle with the Demon King, Hero A·Gedora entered an entirely new realm; in the final fight with the Demon King, he had transcended beyond what a "human" should possess. This was precisely why people feared him, as nearly all of his teammates had "exhausted" themselves by the end of the battle...

She pondered countless times why she hadn't joined that final battle. Why hadn't she witnessed A·Gedora's final transformation? Had she witnessed that scene, would she share the same sentiment as those girls? Could she have let go of this feeling inside her heart, just like Charlette?

But she hadn't seen it; she had only heard a bit... Her heart held no fear towards this man; whenever he was mentioned, all she recalled were their sweet memories... As time went on, these memories not only failed to become vague but rather grew clearer and more beautiful.

She had previously fled from in front of A·Gedora. She had thoughtfully reflected before; at that time, she couldn't accept her Gedora turning into such a decadent state.

But, she should accept it.

She should face it.

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