The Butcher of Sargon (LoL x Arknight Fanfiction)

From the moment Surtr drew her sword, she was convinced that she wouldn't lose. 

Winning was a certainty in her mind; the only question was how she would win—whether she would finish cleanly or leave some room for her opponent. 

After all, she still had questions for the crocodile man about the Sarkaz, and if he was too badly beaten, he might refuse to share anything.

Losing wasn't something Surtr had even considered.

As a result, flames began to flicker in her eyes, and the magical sword Laevatain in her hand started to tremble. 

A mysterious and powerful force seemed on the verge of awakening before Garde. 

But Garde just stared back at Surtr, watching the reflection of himself in her fiery eyes.

"I don't care if you're some Feranmut or something else," Garde said, pressing Surtr down, his eyes gleaming with golden light. "You're not the only one with hidden aces!"

Garde knew that this world held creatures of immense power, beings that had even been revered as gods in the past. 

However, over time, these so-called gods were revealed to be nothing more than powerful beings with unique abilities. 

They were strong, but not invincible. 

In fact, some countries had even established academic disciplines dedicated to studying these gods—known as feranmutology.

It was likely that Laevatain, the sword Surtr wielded, contained the soul or remnants of one of these Feranmut. 

But as powerful as these beings might have been, they weren't invincible. 

If it were a fully realized Feranmut or god, Garde might have felt a bit concerned. 

But just a sword? He wasn't afraid.

More importantly, Garde believed that this sword wouldn't be able to unleash its full power anytime soon.

After a brief but intense standoff, not just between Garde and Surtr but between Garde and the will within her sword, the fiery glow in Surtr's eyes began to fade. 

She looked up at the crocodile man still pinning her down.

"How much longer do you plan on staying on top of me?" she asked.

"Does that mean you admit defeat?" Garde replied.

"Hmph." Surtr turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze, much like a child throwing a tantrum.

To Garde, Surtr's size really did resemble that of a child—at only 162 cm tall, she barely reached his chest.

A status panel appeared in Garde's vision, displaying Surtr's stats:

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Character: Surtr

Code Name: Surtr

Gender: Female

Combat Experience: None

Birthday: January 22

Race: Sarkaz

Height: 162 cm

Upper Bust: 88.11 cm

Lower Bust: 74.83 cm

Waist: 59.78 cm

Hips: 92.33 cm

Oripathy Status: Confirmed Infected

Physical Strength: Ordinary

Battlefield Mobility: Ordinary

Physical endurance: Ordinary

Tactical Planning: Ordinary

Combat Skills: Ordinary

Originium Arts Adaptation: Flawed

Evaluation: An amnesiac Sarkaz girl. The weapon she carries seems to hide something unknown. Overall strength is unclear.

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Surtr's stats weren't just average—they were abysmal! 

Without Laevatain, Garde doubted she would have lasted even a single night in the harsh conditions of the Hotland.

However, if Surtr were to put on a school uniform, she could easily play the role of a rebellious high school girl. 

The white uniform paired with a black pleated skirt would give off an air of youthful vibrance. 

Below her collarbone, a black off-shoulder dress would accentuate a deep cleavage, and beneath the tattered hem of the dress, her legs would be encased in black stockings. 

The gap between the stockings and the skirt would perfectly display that sacred and inviolable "absolute territory."

And this beautiful girl actually...

Surtr, now back on her feet, looked at the daydreaming Garde and let out a dissatisfied huff. 

Losing to Garde made her feel a bit embarrassed, but she wasn't the type to be a sore loser.

"Tonight, I'll bring my dinner to you!"

"Huh?"

Garde snapped out of it as Surtr turned to leave. 

Could it be that Surtr misunderstood the lizardmen's customs, thinking that using her sword to strike a shield was just a simple challenge?

Though a little disappointed, Garde didn't stop her as she walked away. 

After all, he wasn't a lizardman, so he didn't care much about their customs. 

Respecting them was one thing, but following them was another.

But just because Garde didn't care didn't mean the other lizardmen didn't. 

Several lizardmen holding spears blocked Surtr's path, preventing her from leaving.

Surtr frowned in confusion, not understanding why a group of lizardmen was pointing weapons at her when she was just standing up for Raya.

Among the lizardmen guards, Muccaka stepped forward and shouted, "According to the rules, since Surtr lost to Garde in a one-on-one battle, she is now Garde's slave. Does anyone have any objections?"

The surrounding lizardmen remained silent because this was a situation Surtr had chosen herself. 

Since she had chosen to challenge Garde, she had to face the consequences.

"What are they saying?"

Realizing something was wrong, Surtr turned to Garde, not understanding the lizardmen's language.

"It's their rule," Garde explained to Surtr. "Here, regardless of gender, if someone challenges another with a sword against a shield, it signifies a courtship ritual. If you win, you marry the other person; if you lose, you become their slave. That's the price of 'the challenge.'"

Surtr pondered this for a moment, then frowned, saying, "So, you mean I'm your slave now?"

"In theory, yes," Garde replied, though he quickly added to prevent any misunderstanding. "But don't worry, I'm not a fan of this custom, so I won't follow it. You don't need to worry about that—"

"Well, it's not entirely out of the question."

"Wait, what?"

Surtr's response caught the crocodile man off guard, making him wonder if Gavial would beat him up if he returned home with a female slave.

"Just to be safe, do you know what 'slave' means?"

"No idea," Surtr replied, shaking her head while crossing her arms. "But it doesn't matter. Since I lost to you, I'm prepared for it. As long as you take me away from here, I don't mind paying a small price."

Looking into Surtr's innocent eyes, Garde wasn't sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved.

Still, despite losing to him, Surtr with her magic sword was a formidable ally. 

Saria and the others wouldn't mind having an extra layer of protection in the team.

In any case:

"Welcome to the team."

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