Chapter 100

It's just that he didn't know if Kaedehara Kazuha was there; according to the timeline, he had probably already been forced away by the Vision Hunt Decree and become a ronin.

If so, it would be a bit troublesome.

Realizing he was looking at her, Raiden Makoto was quite puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just that I might see the descendant of an old friend later."

"An old friend?"

Raiden Makoto was suddenly enlightened, and then a bit curious about who it was.

Luo Li didn't keep her in suspense, and soon revealed the truth under the big, blinking eyes of his wife.

"Do you remember the Kaedehara clan?"

"Hmm, that brave and martial clan."

Raiden Makoto naturally remembered; the Kaedehara clan was, after all, a long-standing Inazuman noble family.

Even in Inazuma City, where powerful families stood in great numbers, the Kaedehara name had once been a force to be reckoned with.

Whether it was reclaiming the wilderness, protecting the public, or clearing out monsters, the Kaedehara clan had made significant contributions.

Raiden Makoto still felt that sending Mikoshi Chiyo to lead the Kujou and Kaedehara clans to fight the Abyss disaster was like yesterday.

"To think it's a descendant of the Kaedehara clan; it's quite moving."

Seeing the sigh and nostalgia of his partner, Luo Li couldn't help but click his tongue.

That was true; your sister had even cut down the person's friend with one strike, and through the Vision Hunt Decree, forced the other party to flee.

Of course, for Kazuha, he didn't feel resentment or hatred for his friend's death.

Because the other party had lost the duel before the throne to Kujou Sara fair and square, and was then beheaded by the Shogun herself, with no regrets.

The only problem was that he didn't want his Vision to be taken, so he had no choice but to flee.

At the passenger ship deck!

Hundreds of ordinary people were squatting with their heads covered, trembling as they were surrounded by dozens of pirates, not daring to show the slightest intention of resistance.

Confirming that these people were quite obedient, a pirate sub-leader breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, the first step was stabilized.

If these people were to make a scene, it would really be hard to handle.

Afterward, he looked at the Alcor, which was splitting the waves and coming, feeling very heavy in his heart.

Whether they could pass this hurdle depended on later developments; his mood was bad, so his tone naturally wasn't any better.

"Why haven't those few brats come back yet?"

Realizing that the few brothers who went to press people in the private room hadn't returned, the sub-leader's mood became even worse.

"What time is it, and they're still in the mood to play with women."

He thought those people should have seen women who looked "047" good inside and couldn't control their desires to force themselves on them; this kind of thing hadn't happened just once or twice.

Just as he was about to call someone to call those bastards back.

"You two, go in and take a look; don't let those guys mess around. Business is important, lest their legs go weak and they can't even hold their swords later."

The cursing sub-leader pointed out a few people and asked them to go inside to support them.

Who knew that just as they reached the cabin door, accompanied by a boom, several people flew back along the broken wooden door with miserable screams.

Their chests were sunken, spitting blood, and they were breathing more than they were exhaling; it looked like they wouldn't survive.

Such a change made many pirates stunned for a time, and even the ordinary people who were squatting looked over curiously.

The next moment, two girls with completely different styles appeared before their eyes.

"Hmph, a bunch of scum."

Eula, in a tight-waisted gauze outfit with shorts and high-heeled boots, dragged her greatsword and stared coldly at the enemy.

And Noelle had completely taken off her armor, wearing a pure medieval maid outfit.

Because the purpose of this trip was travel, she wasn't wearing her daily Knights' uniform.

Suddenly encountering an accident, she couldn't change her clothes again.

Before they could react, Eula took action against the intimidated crowd for the first time.

"Seal!"

As she raised her hand, a large ice barrier suddenly rose, surrounding and sealing all the ordinary people on the deck like a fortress, completely protecting them.

The sudden change made the pirate sub-leader furious. If they lost the hostages, how could they negotiate with the Alcor?

A bad premonition arose in his heart, and he hurriedly ordered.

"You guys go kill those two women quickly, and the rest follow me to chop down these damn ice blocks, otherwise we'll all die!"

The order was given, and in the critical moment, the pirates acted rapidly.

While their accomplices were attacking Eula and Noelle, the sub-leader swung his sword with all his might to chop at the solid ice.

The result that followed left him stunned; the ice that should have been fragile was actually incredibly hard, and except for leaving a shallow sword mark, it was unscathed.

"Bad! Those two women..."

Vaguely guessing that they had bumped into an iron plate, the sub-leader hurriedly looked up at the cabin door, and his pupils contracted sharply.

That elegant girl with short ice-blue hair was carrying a greatsword like a butterfly through flowers; even though she was fighting, her steps were extremely noble, as if participating in a high-class ball.

However, what was scattering around wasn't charming flower petals, but shocking blood.

She could kill everyone with pure swordsmanship, but out of experimental psychology, Eula still wanted to try the power of the demon's blood more.

Retiring a few steps rapidly, she knelt on one knee with excitement and pressed her hand on the deck.

In an instant, a thick layer of solid ice condensed on the originally empty wooden board, and many pirates fell to the ground screaming as they slipped.

Then countless ice cones generated in mid-air shot down like a rainstorm, and a large area of corpses lay down.

Many pirates were horrified; this wasn't an opponent at all—staying here was just sending themselves to death.

Ignoring the sub-leader's order to persuade them, some people directly intended to jump into the sea, planning to escape by diving.

Having lived on the sea for years, the pirates' swimming skills went without saying; maybe they could save their lives.

"Want to run? It's not that easy."

Seeing this, Eula curled her lips in a cold sneer, stood up, and stepped hard with her high-heeled boots to crush a pirate's ribs; the spurting blood didn't splash on her before being covered by ice crystals.

At the same time, the sea surface surrounding the passenger ship suddenly solidified, and within thousands of meters, it was covered by a thick layer of ice.

The pirates who jumped down were terrified; falling from such a height would at least result in broken bones, but that wasn't what made them despair...

What was most terrifying was that the ice layer suddenly erected sharp ice spears, the tips flashing with cold light, densely packed like thorns growing.

The pirates who jumped down felt their scalps go numb and let out harsh, sharp screams.

The short-lived fear soon came to an abrupt end, as countless spear tips were stained with blood, piercing human bodies into tattered sieves.

The remaining pirates who wanted to jump felt their scalps explode and subconsciously retreated.

Who would dare to jump here? Jumping down wasn't just looking for death.

Such a miserable way of dying didn't make Eula feel any compassion; compared to what these people had done in the past, it was better to say it was letting them off easy.

On the other side!

Unlike Eula's method, Noelle was slightly more merciful.

Before acting, she even politely and reservedly bowed.

It was just that the Silver-White Greatsword and the girl's petite body didn't look like they matched at all.

"Then, excuse me!"

As soon as the words fell, the maid who had been quiet just now showed her fangs.

The Silver-White Greatsword brought up a whistling gale, and the open and close war dance could be swung even on the deck.

No, rather than saying it could be swung, it was more like Noelle violently smashing and destroying everything that blocked her.

The violent greatsword smashed weapons and used brute force to knock several people flying directly.

Suffering the impact, those pirates who were a bit fragile had their internal organs shifted, suffered massive internal bleeding, or had broken bones, wailing constantly.

Noelle carried the greatsword in one hand, and from time to time used Iaijutsu with the other, relying on the impact brought by Godspeed, and even the damage caused by the greatsword was amplified.

The pirates watched in cold fear—where did these monsters pop out from?

The thought of capturing them and doing whatever they wanted had disappeared without a trace; at this moment, they wished they could grow a pair of wings and fly away quickly, the further the better.

"You... you don't come over!"

The pirates, who were clearly in the position of villains, couldn't help but collapse and shout. It was a battle with no power to resist; even the army couldn't hold on, let alone a rabble that bullied the weak.

In less than ten minutes, the pirate side was completely defeated.