Reincarnated Princess Wishes To Avoid Death

Chapter 502

Sion’s Decision 4 ~Continuation of that Day~

What does Sion want me to see? Echard pondered.

He was unable to understand his brother’s conduct. Why, in this particular moment, would he suggest a sword duel? Watching him combat this other prince was pointless. Sure, everyone would recognize how much of a genius he was—as if anyone wasn’t aware already—but what would happen next? Was this a covert act of revenge?

Swordsman Sion Sol Sunkland was a gifted individual. That was known to all. Prince Abel was his opponent, a relative unknown by contrast. If Echard remembered correctly, Sion was going to batter this poor prince into pathetic submission for the second time, and that was meant to be his farewell gift?

Perhaps he is attempting to avenge me or something else.

Was this a forceful gesture to remind Echard who was supposed to be the heir? To permanently shatter his will? Even if that was the most straightforward answer, it didn’t seem like anything his brother would do.

Then what? This is what?

He saw the two princes brandish swords at one another, but no answers came.

With a confident and calm voice, Abel remarked, “Let’s do this.”

Raising his blade above his head, he held it in that position. It was in exactly the same overhead stance as before, unchanging, unflinching.

“That stance, still, huh? Ever since that day at the swordsmanship competition, you have been utilizing it.”Nêww chapters will be fully updated at (

“It’s the only one I know. I wish I could change it up, but I was not endowed with your intelligence or talent.”

Sion winced at that remark. “I’m not aware of that... Talent is one thing, but I’m beginning to question my true level of smarts these days.” He dropped his sword arm, maintaining a comfortable grip while adopting a low, parallel posture with his blade. “I’ll adopt the same stance I did that day.”

“Oh. Ah, I see. Even if our paths have crossed frequently since then, I believe that today’s fight officially continues that match.”

“There’s also no rain. Nothing that might obstruct us. We are free to fight till we want to. So let’s continue this dance until the very end.”

“It seems not hard enough.” Abel stated, “I’m trying to get good enough to take some of the go-for-brokeness out of it, at least so I can defend myself against one of those assassins from the other day. But against you...”

He felt a vein pop in his temple and increased the thrust of his blade. He launched himself into his enemy with all the terrifying force of a boulder bearing down on an unlucky victim...and crashed into what seemed like a brick wall.

Sion remained still. He faced the approaching force with the might of the castle’s ramparts.

After the unsuccessful push, Abel lost his balance and had to take a step back to regain it. He slashed his sword crosswise as he moved back, averting Sion’s onslaught. But still...

“You’re moving too quickly, Abel. A carelessly large swing exposes you.”

There had been more preemption of the preemptive strike. Anticipating the retreating assault, Sion advanced in synchrony and slain Abel’s extended blade.

“Gah!” Abel grunted. The impact, as devastating as his own crushing blow, hummed through his arms. It all clicked for him in a moment. Sion realized that he wanted to challenge Abel’s strength with his own. This was going to be a battle of pure resolve, heart, and soul rather than skill.

“I understand... since Mia is on the line now. So, is this the type of fight you’re looking for?”

“What other type would do? If I used cunning and attrition to win her over, would you honestly give in?”

Sion’s voice had a confident, carefree quality that went beyond simple arrogance. Abel saw in his eyes not boldness but the icy determination of a resurrected genius. Of a man whose glory had been honed by suffering and experience after it had been erroneous once. And Abel experienced actual terror for the first time in a long time.

A terrifying shiver ran down his back, demanding to know how it had slipped his mind. How could he have afforded even the slightest bit of insouciance when confronted with Sion Sol Sunkland, the physical embodiment of brilliance? Did they have any training sessions? Their few conflicts engaged in back-to-back combat? Did those make up for his ill-gotten arrogance in front of the goliath, whose shadow was over him so much the darkness had started to creep in?

“Heavenly sweet steel... I had to fight as if my life was on the line.” he murmured through clenched teeth.

“Your life, plus more,” Sion retorted. “Fight me with all of your might.”

Abel’s face became even more serious.

The battle had only just begun.