Hentai King System

"Guh! W-what muscular strength…!!"

Amelia's scream pierced the arena.

Too much force entered the fingertips gripping the sword, and blood oozed.

But even so she did not let go of the sword.

Even if her knees trembled, even if her eyes hazed, she still stood.

Rigel's swordsmanship was refined.

There was flowing continuity with each blow, and no stagnation at all.

As if water slid along the terrain.

Without strain, yet certainly cornering the opponent.

"W-why…!? For me to be on the defensive… Something like this is impossible…! It should be impossible…!!"

In a trembling voice Amelia groaned.

Impatience seeped in those eyes, and her lips were dyed the color of blood.

Thoughts could not catch up.

Understanding refused to accept defeat.

"Fun!!"

Rigel's single flash.

By the time she felt that presence, it was already too late.

"Guaaah!!"

Flesh split, bone creaked, and Amelia's body danced through midair.

She was blown away as lightly as a toy,

and smashed into the ground.

"Kahah…!"

Fresh blood burst from the mouth of her who coughed violently.

Heat and pain welling from the depths of her chest.

There was a will to stand.

But her body did not answer.

Her vision swayed.

"Good work. With this the match is over."

Rigel's voice reached her ears like a death sentence.

A calm smile floated on that face.

But that was by no means kindness.

It was a master's smile permitted only to one who had shown an overwhelming gap in power.

"W-wait! I have not lost yet!"

With a trembling arm she gripped the earth as if clawing dirt.

That hand trembled.

Her whole body was screaming.

Even so she tried to stand.

"For me who am a princess to be defeated…! It concerns the royal house's honor!! I absolutely cannot lose!!"

That shout was no longer directed at anyone.

Not anger, not sorrow.

Words to desperately hold together her own pride that had begun to crumble.

"Hmph?"

Rigel lightly put a hand to his chin.

Just as he seemed to narrow his eyes as if interested, the corner of his mouth warped in a grin.

An evil smile.

That which even drifted some pleasure was the face of one who had thought of something.

"Very well. In consideration of that spirit, I will give you a chance."

"What…?"

Amelia furrowed her brow and raised her face.

What dwelled in those eyes was suspicion.

And faint wariness.

Instinct told her that Rigel's words now were not mere mercy.

"Devour truth, spit fiction. Eyes lurking in the abyss, here and now. [Illusion Eye]."

Rigel's voice quietly shook the air.

Amelia involuntarily staggered.

A sensation as if something were invading from inside.

"…!"

Rigel's pupils shone bewitchingly.

That light was cold, and the bottom could not be seen.

What he used was "Illusion Eye."

Originally this ability was unique to Elerora.

A power with "uniqueness" that no one could imitate.

Rigel had stolen the initiative of that ability in the past.

But that was only hijacking the domination.

He had not created an illusion world from zero.

Even Rigel could not completely imitate a unique ability.

This "illusion world" this time too was only an improvised thing that skillfully used several conditions such as Elerora's cooperation and magic stones.

But even if improvised, the effect was genuine.

"Eh…?"

Amelia's eyes opened wide in surprise and confusion.

What her swimming gaze found ahead was a strange scene.

The audience seats that had fallen silent as if the cheers of a moment ago were a lie.

Not a single spectator even blinked. They were frozen.

"W-what in the world is happening!?"

She raised her voice reflexively.

Cold sweat burst from her whole body.

"How is it? The world I made?"

"A world you made? …In other words this is illusion magic! How shallow! If I just know the trick, it is nothing!!"

Amelia shouted.

As if confirming her own existence by raising her voice.

She could not yield to an illusion or the like.

She gripped her sword again and leapt without hesitation.

A single flash.

Tearing the air, the sword aimed at Rigel's chest.

The aim was accurate.

A perfect step-in.

But.

Gakin!

A metal sound rang out.

Rigel's sword that appeared in front of her received the attack without an inch of error.

"Wha!?"

Amelia's voice dyed with shock.

Why?

Why did this blow not get through?

"Indeed this is 'illusion magic.' But it is not mere illusion magic. See, for example I can do this."

Rigel lightly moved a finger.

A mere modest gesture.

That should have been all.

"Gyaaaaaah!!"

Amelia raised a scream.

She warped her face in pain and fell to her knees.

From that shoulder onward, her right arm did not exist.

In a corner of her vision a lump of flesh wet with blood rolled.

The instant she realized that was her own right arm.

Unbearable pain ran as if burning all her nerves.

"How is it? The pain is real, right? Well if I felt like it I could make pain sensation a hundred times, but as a service I'm leaving it at the normal level. If you're proud royalty it shouldn't be more than you can endure."

The voice was calm.

Endlessly clerical, a way of speaking as if stating "experiment results."

On Rigel's expression not even a scrap of guilt could be seen.

"Guh…! Y-you…!!"

Toward her glaring with bloodshot eyes, Rigel answered with an unchanged blank face.

As if it were nothing he lightly waved his hand.

The next instant Amelia's right arm was back as it was.

Pain receded, the wound vanished.

An unreasonable phenomenon because it was an illusion world.

"Well, to be honest even without the 'illusion world' cutting off Your Highness's limbs would be easy. It's too much overkill, and it would be a pain if I were charged with lese majesty or something."

"!! W-wait! I-if you have that much ability, then after all as my subordinate—"

"Are you still saying that?"

Rigel's tone chilled rapidly.

Words without temperature mercilessly discarded Amelia.

"I have the status of frontier count informally decided from the merits of the Valstine campaign. As status it is below duke or marquis, but the military power and discretion I can hold are above theirs."

"..."

"Your Highness is after all only the 'Fifth Princess.' The possibility of succeeding the throne is almost zero. Even if one talks of marrying up, the future is at most living leisurely on a royal pension. That's all there is to it."

It was scathing.

Not irony.

Those words thrust as fact stripped away the pretense one by one without mercy.

"Guh…! B-but I…"

"I?"

"..."

Amelia, prompted by Rigel to continue.

But she stalled.

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