Private Tutor to the Duke's Daughter: Volume 12 (eBook)

Riku Nanano (Autor)

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2024
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-8620-4 (ISBN)

Infos

Mere days remain until the church's designs on the city of water reach fruition. With no allied army on the way, Allen and Lydia prepare to fight alone against an array of deadly foes: a vampire who nearly killed them once before, a master of taboo sorcery, a lethal swordswoman, and two noblemen who hold the city in their grip. Behind them all looms the enigmatic Saint, who always seems to stay a step ahead of her opponents. Even victory on the battlefield may prove meaningless if Allen fails to unravel her schemes. But just when the odds seem insurmountable, the cavalry arrives in the form of Allen's young students. Fresh from storming an impregnable fortress, the girls can't wait to prove their worth and save their tutor. But how much difference can they make in this clash of legends? And can Allen bear to send them into battle, even with his own life on the line?

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Prologue

“What a nuisance! Any respectable assailant would have the decency to let that slow her down a little!”

I, Regina Rondoiro, clucked in irritation as every one of the Divine Water Spears I’d set along the spiral staircase leading underground evaporated harmlessly in the face of my pursuer’s potent barrier. The last rays of the Lightningday sun fell through a window on the sneering face of my attacker—an attractive woman in a black dress wearing a broad-brimmed black hat and carrying a black umbrella.

Despite the fury her scorn inspired, I tightened my grip on my staff and took off down the stairs, strengthening my limbs with all the magic I possessed as I continued ever deeper into the earth. The flight took its toll on my old body.

I ruled the Principality of Rondoiro in the south of the League of Principalities. This ruined church towered atop a cliff on the outskirts of my capital. The league was currently embroiled in a fruitless war with the Wainwright Kingdom, and three other southern marchesi who desired peace had met me here in secret to set it back on the right path. But while we had discussed our march on the city of water, the Church of the Holy Spirit had struck.

I never expected them to steal a march on us before the Committee of Thirteen meets on Darknessday!

Our foes numbered only two. They should have posed no problem. Old though we were, we had fought our way through two of the Southern Wars, and we’d trusted our strength to turn the tables on any ordinary assassins. But that confidence had frozen solid the moment we’d laid eyes on the beauty in black and her attendant—a girl in the distinctive hooded gray robe of a church inquisitor.

The woman’s crescent earring had glinted as she turned her silver eyes and the tarnished-silver hair that fell to her waist a bloody crimson.

“I am Alicia ‘Crescent Moon’ Coalfield, the one and only lieutenant of the great Shooting Star,” she had announced to our rattled assembly. “I must insist that you die. The Saint’s word is law.”

Crescent Moon! A monster to match her fellow lieutenant, the Emerald Gale! Who could have imagined her working with the church, let alone rendering herself a vampire?!

Pierced by her elated crimson gaze, we had immediately understood. If we stood our ground, we would all die. And if we fell, the Church of the Holy Spirit, pulling the strings of our pro-war peers, might well shatter the league itself. So while our few guards risked their lives to stall the attackers, the other three marchesi and I had chosen to part ways and retreat at once. Thus, only the fearsome vampire pursued me now.

I made for the lowest level, seeding the stone ceiling, walls, and stairs with water spells in passing. I sensed them going off behind me in rapid succession as I dashed into an empty, windowless subterranean hall where hundreds had once gathered in prayer. A jolt from above shook the mana lamps on the walls and the seven great columns carved in the likenesses of the World Tree and seven dragons. My three peers were battling the gray-robed girl on the upper levels.

“Old age does no one any favors,” I grumbled, scowling. “I get winded in no time at all. I should have dumped my title on Roa and retired early.”

Thinking of my granddaughter in the city of water, I raised my staff and stealthily cast a spell.

I can’t afford to die here. Not when I have so much left to teach her.

Part of the ceiling came crashing down, and the umbrella-wielding woman in black dropped into the hall. I’d planted more than a hundred spells in her path, yet there wasn’t a scratch on her.

Monster!

“Are you done playing tag?” she asked. “In that case, I suppose you won’t mind if I kill you.”

“Big talk,” I said. “But you won’t find that so easy!”

Carvings covered one whole wall. The World Tree spread its boughs over a lone man. I glimpsed a winged whale with the water and flower dragons as well. The mural recounted the city of water’s ancient past. Mentally, I recited a prayer that the head of my house had taught me when I was young.

May the elementals and the dragons bless my old bones. O World Tree, give me courage to surpass that of the last principe.

“You leave yourself too open to call yourself Crescent Moon,” I taunted the freak. “Do you think I’ve just been running? Or that you’re invincible? You’re in for a rude awakening!”

“Me, leave myself open?” The woman’s lips curled in a chuckle, and she raised the brim of her hat. Her crimson gaze held scorn. “I think you mean I know my own strength, Marchesa Regina Rondoiro the Impaler. Now, won’t you make your peace and die quickly? You’d spare yourself pain.”

Vampires had no weaknesses worth mentioning. The Hero and Dark Lord were their only natural enemies. And to make matters worse, night was closing in to magnify her already bottomless mana. Her bare hands would shred me if we fought at close quarters. But what of it?

“You don’t say. But Scarlet Heaven wouldn’t bother chasing us down—she would have finished us with a Firebird before we knew what hit us,” I said, pointing my staff at her. I needed to buy time. “And your old comrade the Emerald Gale would have lopped off my head before I left the council chamber.”

The woman paused. “Your point being?” she asked coldly while her dusky crimson mana swelled. No ordinary spell would pierce her defenses.

“Simple, Miss ‘Living Legend.’” I gave my staff a twirl, my spells complete. “Your mana, strength enhancement, and combat techniques all strike fear. But no truly skilled warrior, much less a veteran of the War of the Dark Lord, ever lowers her guard, even for a moment. You don’t strike me as someone with two centuries or more of combat experience. So, who are you?! And I hope you won’t say, ‘The Saint’s dog.’”

“I am Alicia ‘Crescent Moon’ Coalfield,” she replied in tones reminiscent of a freezing blizzard. “Are you quite done now? Then die!” The beauty kicked off the ground, the tip of her black umbrella flashing a dull gleam.

She’d taken the bait.

“You die!” I shouted, fortifying my old limbs with all the mana I could muster as I swung my staff in a wide arc. An instant later, all the magic I’d woven into the underground hall activated at once! More than twenty dark-gray casts of the advanced spell Ocean Orb closed in on the vampire from all sides.

“You’re wasting your time!” Alicia snapped. She must have placed absolute faith in her barrier because she continued her charge, not even trying to dodge and making a mess of her uncanny crimson-silver hair.

I read you like a book!

I slammed the ferrule of my staff onto the stone floor, and the vampire gasped in surprise as every orb burst before touching her defenses. Leaden water splattered everywhere, filling the hall ankle-deep. Confusion slowed the monster.

I curled my lips, gave my staff another wide swing, and roared, “Consider this a lesson, nameless vampire! On the battlefield, complacency invites death!”

No sooner had Alicia’s eyes widened than the water formed countless razor-sharp spears. Concentrating on a single point, they finally broke through the monster’s mighty barrier and skewered her heart. She coughed blood, but I didn’t let up.

“There’s more where that came from!” I shouted, running the vampiress through with over a dozen more spears.

Seven elements of magic saw common use in the present day: fire, water, earth, wind, lightning, light, and darkness. The addition of ice completed the eight classical elements. Yet many more had existed in the ancient world, and this magic invoked one of them—the element of steel. I called it Sable Stream of Steel Spears. I had studied ancient spell books passed down in my house to develop and then perfect the composite spell, whose fearsome penetrative power had earned me the nickname “Impaler.”

My magic finished, and I fell to one knee, gasping for breath. Pushing my mana so hard must have taken years off my life. Before me, the beauty in black hung still and limp from my spears, drenched in her own blood.

“It looks like your lack of combat experience came back to bite you,” I gloated, standing with the help of my staff. “I’d love to know who you really were, but now’s not the time.”

At some point during our clash, the jolts from above had subsided. The other three marchesi wouldn’t give up the ghost easily. Still, I frowned and muttered, “I can’t fight another church assassin in this state. The Nitti boy’s warning was right—this is no time for squabbling about whether we make peace with the Leinsters. I’d better speak with Pirro and Nieto soon.”

I glanced at the vampiress, but she didn’t so much as twitch. Only her fresh blood moved, running down my spears into a growing pool on the floor.

Should I withdraw at once or return to aid my allies? I deliberated only a fraction of a second before tightening my grip on my staff. Regina Rondoiro would never abandon old comrades!

I walked toward the partially collapsed entrance, whipping my heavy limbs into action. The vampiress didn’t move. Then I sensed someone land behind me. I turned to see a girl in a hooded gray robe,...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 16.5.2024
• Reihe/Serie: Private Tutor to the Duke's Daughter
• Illustrationen: Cura
• Übersetzer: William Varteresian
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Academy • action • aristocrats • Comedy • Harem • Light Novel • Magic
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-8620-6 / 1718386206
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-8620-4 / 9781718386204