Feeling the hostility directed at him, not only towards himself but also towards the child he holds in his arms, Benedict gave a sloppy smile and lowered Lucy to the ground.@@novelbin@@


    “Go rest with your friends in the back.”


    “Are you... sure?”


    Even as her legs gave way and she slumped down, Lucy looked at her father with a concerned gaze, and Benedict smiled confidently.


    “Well, I’m not entirely sure, but I don’t think we’ll lose.”


    After the grueling battle, Benedict carefully stroked his daughter’s messy hair and took a deep breath before slowly turning around.


    The face of the knight, standing on the battlefield, was serious, heavy, and grim, unlike when he was standing in front of his daughter.


    “I will ask you, O Lord of Darkness. Were you the one who hurt my daughter?”


    “My only regret is that I couldn’t torment that damned woman any longer! Damn it! I should have killed her while she was trembling in fear. I should have made sure she could only spit blood from her vile lips!”


    “I see. So, that is your answer.”


    The knight, whose fame had spread across the continent, drew his sword from his back.


    It was a sword that, unless wielded by a man of great size and strength like Benedict, no one would dare lift.


    A weapon so huge that even great warriors in history would not choose it, a weapon that might appeal only to strongmen or circus performers.


    With both hands gripping the gigantic greatsword, Benedict swung it with his aura, and the roar of an explosion echoed from the spot where the man had been standing.


    The strike of a sword swung by one man created an explosion that no ordinary magic could replicate.


    “Indeed! A great strength that endures against fire!”


    The man’s body, caught in the st, disintegrated without a trace, but his voice did not stop.


    “However, it is meaningless! Darkness will not disappear!”


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