I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Chapter 38- Ciara Merlin vs Jane Lucia

CIARA MERLIN'S POV.

I couldn't seem to make sense of the battle that had just ended or that was what I thought at first.

Since the beginning of the battle, my mother and I had placed a good amount of our attention on the last son of the divine family and we were affirmative that he should have lost that battle.

An unexpected occurrence….a variable had occurred. What our family stands against the most. I could tell from my mother's apparent disgusted expression on her face that she wasn't satisfied with the end result.

"my daughter…"

She called out with her stern voice and I had no choice but to kneel on one foot. It's a sign of respect all mages bestow upon her when she uses that tone on us.

We are aware of what next she would say.

"Do not disappoint".

"....yes mother…" I said in agreement but I already had no intentions of losing to someone who only depends on unexpected circumstances to win a battle.

Everything in life is set on a mathematical level or a scientific basis where things follow a distinct order.

Our grand magic is based on that order.

The ability to create magic from a distinctive orderly nothingness or the form known as mana and with this basis we have been able to attain high positions in the magic world.

The rule of the Battle, though it wasn't mentioned at first, was something that had been passed down through families.

The winner of the previous battle faces off against the 3rd opponent while the 3rd opponent faces the loser as the last and 3rd battle and with this we're able to face two opponents one after the order.

Michaelo Jun, the solitary king of the sword in his own field or what I've heard directly from my mother….and his son, Raffaelo Jun. Memories of how he introduced himself in the waiting room flowed through my brain and what was left was a hefty feeling of hate.

"...calm down my child…you shall get him soon".

I nodded in agreement. 'The sword shall always be inferior to magic'. I thought as Michaelo Jun announced the winner.

The crowd screamed in excitement but I could tell most of them were disappointed. After all, they make a living from betting on us. 'Fucking swines..'

A group of people putting on a yellow robe suddenly floated into the Arena. They positioned each of themselves properly and started a restoration spell on the Arena that had been damaged almost beyond recognition.

"It's almost your turn, Sister…are you nervous ?" My younger brother asked as he climbed up the podium.

'this little piece of shit'

"You wouldn't have had to depend on your sister if you had remained standing, right ?" As if she read through my line of thoughts, my mother spoke up as I turned towards my brother.

His expression tends to give off his feelings and I could tell just how much he hated our mother. 'Men….such fucking swines…' I thought as I turned my gaze from him while he stumped back down without leaving a reply to our mother.

'How rude…if I were my mum…I would have used that childish behavior of his as a reason to banish him from the family….in fact all males should be banished. How dare they exist….filthy things'.

"I hope you aren't cursing men again…"

Once again, it seemed like my mother could read through my line of thoughts.

I turned my head away and pouted my lips. "not at all, mother !".

***

About 10 minutes had passed and I was finally called down to face off against Jane.

I couldn't have been any happier showing my strength against men that think they're worth something. 'Every single one of them thinks the same way !'.

"The rules are the same as the last….and you will be given a total of 30 minutes as the last…..Fight to your heart's content but causing death to your opponent shall not be tolerated".

'....well…that's okay….I can just leave him half dead….or maybe a little bit dead ? this will be fun….not to mention I've already figured out what he had done during the last few minutes…its over for you…Jane Lucia'.

NORMAL POV.

"Is she thinking of doing something bad to me ?" Jane asked as he looked up at Michaelo.

Michaelo gave him a wry smile. 'looks like the expression my wife gives me whenever I try to win an argument'. He thought.

"Good luck" He said, giving him a thumbs up as he raised his right hand to the air.

The crowd began the count down.

"Ready !".

He disappeared from the battlefield in an instant as the crowd screamed "FIGHT !!!"

Jane quickly backed away to the other end of the Circular shaped Arena waiting for her response.

His body system had been sending warning signals to his brain since he saw the weird expression on her face. "Hey ! Lady Ciara ?! Do you always have a scary face before a fight or…..?!" He screamed out trying to reach her.

She simply ignored it as she took a step forward. "you are gonna be in the worst kind of pain, Lucia !". She pulled out her right hand and a 35 cm long white wand began to form on her hand.

She swung it around her body and a red robe appeared. "6th star magic ! firey Implosion !". Five balls of flame as large as a school bus formed from the tip of her wand and collided together to form a larger denser ball in the form of a mini sun as it shot out towards him in a single motion.

He quickly jumped out of the way in an attempt to dodge the firey mass when he noticed the heavy ball was floating towards him even as he arrived at a new position.

"silly kid ! of course its expected for others to dodge the magic of a mage ! that's why there's such a thing called the marking spell" Ciara chuckled as she began another spell. "5th star magic : Firing drops".

A stream of water began to form at the tip of her wand as Jane continued moving around in a desperate effort to get ride of the fire that stubbornly floated after him.

'It shouldn't be long when his stigmas expires…I'll get him with time…and mages just so happens to be the Masters at prolonging battles !'

Jane was well aware of what she intended on doing. 'seems this battle will be much more difficult !' he thought as he turned around to face the firey mass head on.

A new stigma began to appear as a red fiery glow emitted from his eyes and a vast amount of divine energy began to emit out of his body. The stigma took the form of a bright sun with a face on it.

"The flames shall never forget your greatness ! Helios !". His body emitted a surge of flames completely wrapping his body as he held the ball of flames from moving any further.

The massive force pushed him back a little as he forced it to the ground causing a large crater.

"ARGHHHH !!!" He cried out as he absorbed the massive mass in an instant.

His fiery appearance began to tone down as he panted heavily.

"I knew you would use him !".

The provocative voice of Ciara projected in his ears as he quickly turned to his back.

"it's too late…" she said as drops of water bullets shot out from the stream of water at him.

He increased the amount of flames that surrounded him in an instant when he noticed the flames suddenly dimming.

'My time is running out ..' He thought. He could only maintain the full extent of the gods abilities he could savage for a total of 30 minutes in every 3 hours.

It seemed he had spent far too long in his current mode.

The water bullets turned into steam before they could even reach his body and this continued in a seemingly infinite amount as the steam blocked his field of vision as well as others abilities to note his position.

Ciara smirked at herself. She seemed to be fixated on the idea of victory. It was on the scop of her plan in winning this battle.

'with this…he should be exhausted…' She began to prepare for another spell.

'With this third one it is truly done' She thought when a chill feeling crawled up her skin.

"it seems you fail to pay attention to your surroundings".

Her eyes bulged open in shock as she quickly turned around in an attempt to shield herself.

"you shouldn't underestimate others….." Jane said, his eyes a husky black colour and his skin as white as a ghost. His veins exposed itself to the surface as a black colour as he aimed a punch on her. It didn't seem like Jane at all but it looked and sounded just like him.

Ciara was lost in her thoughts as she attempted to figure out what had just occurred.

She quickly took a glance at his right arm but not a single Stigma was printed on it.

That was when it dawned on her and with that was a reassuring feeling of the result of her speculation.

Her pupils slowly moved to her left above her and another Jane with actual human flesh was vividly facing her with his right leg swinging down from above towards her.

'....two Janes… and one is an Undead….' She thought as her expression curled into an ugly disgust as she cursed out loudly.

"Fucking variables !".