――The white light hunted the aurora down as though to paint it out.
Furthermore he pressed, with the entirety of his soul, and having borrowed the might of the six Spirits he had reforged his Contract with.
He had gambled upon and unveiled a secret amongst secrets, whilst the opponent had merely swung the sword earnestly, solemnly―― Indeed, he was utterly astounded by that absurd exceeding of norms.
Simultaneously, since he also possessed the emotions enunciating this was how things must be overflowing within his chest, he found his own self to be irredeemable as well.
With a swing of the sword, the world fissured.
That, was the special move of the Sword Saint which transpired when Reinhard swung the sword as well.
Suddenly, in the midst of a rivalry between a life and a life, Julius contemplated.
Reinhard and Reid, should they battle each other, just who would prevail as more powerful?
Legend and legend, Sword Saint and Sword Saint, in the unattainable battle, who would be declared victorious?
Unfortunately, the opportunity to make certain of that would not pay a call.
Julius: “Then I have no choice, but to confirm it with this body of mine.”
The opportunity to exchange swords with Reinhard van Astrea withal Reid Astrea, befell only upon ones who reached this Tower.
Moreover, the possibility existed solely for Julius, and the young girl named Emilia, who had headed towards the upper stratum―― He bore no intention to concede that duty to anyone else.
Thus, what remained for him was to simply triumph.
To jostle this white light, and slay Reid Astrea with the radiance of rainbow.
For that purpose, the entirety of his soul, and his fighting strength, requiring a single step further―― Should a scintilla of pride and might, dwell upon the tip of the sword of the Finest of Knights――