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I NEED TO KILL HIM
Author: Kim B
last update2023-10-10 17:12:27
Ramsay and Esther unsheathed their swords and attacked Marcelos’s armies to keep them busy while the others escaped.

Ramsay was someone trained by his late father, his late uncle, and the Marcs in martial arts and swordsmanship. Ramsay is now also someone trained by the great Kings making him one of the greatest swordsmen and martial arts men that ever lived. Ramsay's skills are now getting closer to being compared to that of Marcelos.

As Ramsay fought Marcelos’ armies with Esther, Ramsay was shocked by how skillful he had become in fighting with the sword, it was like it was an entirely new him he had no idea about was fighting. Ramsay had no trouble killing or taking off part of the body of any of Marcelos’ armies that fought him, in a second or minutes. Ramsay realizes he has become more powerful than he was once with the sword and uses that to kill Marcelos’ armies brutally. Ramsay was also shocked that any of Marcelos’ armies he killed with the sword burst up in flames and became
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  • THE SHADOW TRIAL

    Ragmus’s facial expression showed pure annoyance as he glared at the beast, now motionless, with the surrounding fire completely dead.Ragmus sat next to Esther, who held his hand while magically healing his wounds. Her injuries had also fully healed.Ramsay, seated beside Esther, couldn’t stop laughing. The others, standing nearby, couldn’t understand why, but Esther ignored him, and Ragmus, furious, didn’t even notice.Ramsay’s laughter grew irritating, prompting Lilia to kick him in the leg as she asked why he was laughing. That finally made him stop, then he asked, “Why wouldn’t I laugh? Don’t you all find it funny?”.The others simply scowled, which only deepened his disbelief. Ramsay continued, “Don’t you see the crystal playing with us?” With me, the crystal was straightforward—maybe out of respect for who I am. But what it did with Esther was the same as what it did with Ragmus. It gave them hope that they could win, that they could become the chosen one—a hope that reached a

  • TRIAL OF ENDURANCE

    As the flames licked higher around Ragmus and the beast, the heat threatened to scorch the edges of his cloak. His grip on the spear tightened, knuckles white, every nerve on edge. The mirror beast crouched slightly, eyes glowing with a predatory focus that reflected Ragmus’s own determination. One misstep—into the fire, or under the claws of the beast—could be fatal.They moved in slow, deliberate circles, each testing the other, waiting for an opening. Ragmus’s mind raced, calculating, anticipating. This was not about striking first; it was about endurance. He had to survive.He reminded himself of the truth: the beast mirrored him perfectly. Every swipe of its claws, every flick of its tails, every sudden lunge was something he himself would do. To survive, Ragmus had to fight as he knew he would fight—defending, countering, and wounding with a spear he had never mastered. This was not a fight to dominate, but a battle to endure against himself.Ragmus shifted slightly, feeling the

  • TRIAL OF BLADES

    The conjured lady lunged first, her sword slicing through the air toward Esther with deadly speed. Esther raised her blade, parrying just in time, sparks flying as steel met steel. She countered with a quick thrust, but the lady twisted, avoiding the strike and striking back with a flurry of punches and kicks that rattled Esther’s defenses.They moved like shadows across the chamber, each step precise, each strike fast and lethal. Esther ducked under a sweeping kick, rolled to the side, and swung her sword again. The conjured lady deflected it, stepping closer with fierce precision, driving Esther back inch by inch.Then, in a rare moment, the conjured lady miscalculated ever so slightly. Esther’s eyes widened as she seized the opening. She swung her sword in a wide arc aimed directly at the lady’s head. For a heartbeat, it seemed as if the strike would land — the swing was fast, clean, and precise.The others watching at that moment felt that was the moment everything was going to co

  • CAN SHE BE?

    Esther tightened her grip on the sword, the crystal’s light faintly reflecting off its blade. Across from her, the conjured lady stood poised, calm and confident, her stance unshakable. The chamber seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with tension, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.The lady struck first, lunging with a speed that made the air hiss. Esther barely parried in time, feeling the shock of the blow vibrate through her arms. Each swing of the conjured lady sword was precise, deadly, and designed to test her skill, not merely to kill.Esther countered, stepping lightly, her movements fluid despite the lack of magic. Every clash of steel sent sparks flying, illuminating the fear and determination in the eyes of her friends watching from behind. They could only observe, powerless to interfere, and the crystal had sealed off magic.The conjured lady pressed the attack, forcing Esther backward, testing her reflexes, her timing, and her will. Esther’s str

  • THE TRIAL OF THE CHOSEN ONE II

    All of them could not believe what they had just heard. It sounded like their ears were having a fault, which made Hawk ask Esther to confirm if they all heard him right. He said, "Did you just say that any one of us could be the chosen one?".However, it was Ramsay who answered, "Yes. Esther is right. I being the Great King doesn’t make me the chosen one. The power inside the crystal was not made for royal blood, but for the chosen one. It was meant for whoever the crystal itself chooses.""And how did both of you suddenly know that, after we all believed that only Ramsay could be the chosen one?" asked Kylie, looking at both Ramsay and Esther.It was also the way the others were looking at them, which meant one of them had to reply. Esther said, "It became obvious. There’s no way the chosen one would have to go through so much to get to the crystal. The crystal wouldn’t make the one it has chosen fail multiple times as a test to reach it.""So you’re saying there was no test?", aske

  • THE DOUBT WITHIN

    After breakfast that morning, the group gathered to discuss what had happened. The conversation quickly turned to Ramsay’s fight with the figure — and more specifically, what had caused his skill to fall apart during the battle.Ramsay, however, could not tell them the truth about his sword. He had to keep that secret buried. So instead, he told them a lie. He said his faltering had nothing to do with his skills — that the figure was simply stronger, faster, and far beyond his expectations.The others weren’t convinced. Only Esther and Dah remained silent, while the rest questioned his words openly. They reminded Ramsay that they had all seen him fight five of those same figures — and he had defeated them with skill that seemed almost divine. Yet against a single opponent, he had struggled and barely survived. They wanted to know why.Ramsay held his ground. He said coolly, “Maybe it’s because you weren’t the ones fighting it. That figure carried the strength of the five combined — ma

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