Episode 568 Death of the Ruinous Sword (1)
Even if you try, youâre just an Aura user.
It was unreasonable from the beginning to radiate enough sword energy to split the dense mana.
Looking at the unblemished membrane, Ray took a step closer to Deron.
âThe bandits and the mercenaries who dig pumpkin seeds in the back are all the same. Even if you have a little bit of skill, you quickly become bold and forget how things are going.â
âYou are playing a cowardly trick!â
Daeron swung his sword without giving up.
A desperate swordsman that cuts four times in one go.
I concentrated my strength in one place to pierce his magic, but the results that still came back were disastrous.
Kaaaang-!
Caan-!
Only the fricative sound filled the surroundings without any special results.
Deron, who thought he could make it go at least gold, was taken aback when the translucent membrane didnât budge.
âWhat the hellâ¦!â
he took a step back
There was no opponent that his sword could not work with.
This is especially true for wizards who are vulnerable to melee combat.
Ray grinned.
âIsnât it pretty solid?â
He speaks and stretches out his hand.
Even though the seomseomoksu was slowly approaching, Deron couldnât budge.
The desire to immediately raise the sword and cut off his hand was like a chimney.
My body didnât move at all until a small hand came close to me.
Then, at last, his hand reached his chest.
Kwaaaang-!
Deronâs huge body flew into the wall with an explosion.
Ray shook his hand and looked at him once.
I am still breathing.
But since he had messed up from his lungs to his intestines, he would be locked in pain and die soon.
When the leader fell out without even using his hands, the remaining mercenaries fled.
There was no sign of loyalty until the end.
Ray had no intention of letting them run away.
He widened his senses and read the signs of the mercenaries, then shook his head.
âThey scattered in different directions.â
It seems that the training to run away went well.
He raised his hand to the sky.
Gathers mana in the air and manifests magic.
The mana mixed in the air gathered on his hand and began to change gradually.
Whoa-!
Before long, he memorized the starter word.
âIce spear.â
Cha Cha Cha Chang-!
When dozens of ice spears were created in the air.
The mercenaries forgot to run away for a moment and looked back in his direction.
Letâs lower our hands slowly.
Dozens of sharp ice spears fell on their heads.
PABABABAK-!
Pooh-!
hook-!
With a horrifying sound, they died without even leaving a last word.
The mercenaries who were fleeing in the other direction ran frantically as soon as they thought something had happened.
Due to running with mana, it was not too difficult for Ray to hit them individually with magic.
He looked behind him.
I could see the bandits who had just come down the mountain and were rushing towards the village.
If left alive anyway, they will only harm other people.
Having made up her mind, Ray kicked the ground this time.
âEarth spear.â
Kwajijik-!
The spears of earth rising from the ground pierced the bodies of the bandits this time.
âCuck!â
âAagh!â
The bandits screamed at the intense pain that pierced their bodies alive.
As the bandits in the vanguard died all at once, the bandit standing in the back and commanding them felt that the situation was taking a strange turn.
âThis is dangerous.â
He hurriedly turned around and shouted.
âRun away! Everyone run away on their own!â
I gave the order, but I feel like my head is going white when I look at the spears of soil that are gradually widening the range.
He pulled up a small amount of mana and wrapped it around his legs and suddenly ran toward the mountain.
Ray decided to keep only the boss alive.
It was because there had to be at least one person to guide them to the location of the sanchae.
Most of the bandits rushing into the village have disappeared, so what remains are mercenaries again.
However, it seemed that he had fled far away while using magic for a while, and now his presence was only weak.
In my heart, I wanted to cut off all the people who didnât look like people, but itâs an ambiguous situation to chase the mercenaries over them.
If you make a mistake, the bandits who fled alive could gather troops and retaliate against the village.
âSorry. Well, if the number is reduced to this extent, I wouldnât think of rebuilding the mercenary corps.â
Itâs embarrassing to keep alive, but what can I do?
Now, taking care of the comfort of the villagers is more important than them.
Entering the ruined village chiefâs house, Ray looked down at the village chiefâs dead body.
He died protecting his people until the very end.
If he hadnât been buying time, the villagers would have all died right away.
It is pitiful to see him unable to close his eyes until right before he dies.
Ray carefully closed the village chiefâs eyes.
At the same time, he covers the head of the village with a clean cloth taken out of his inner pocket.
It was a funeral that couldnât have been more humble than this for a hero who saved the village, but this was the biggest example he could see now.
Ray nodded and left the village chiefâs house.
I picked up a branch that was rolling around randomly.
When I brought it to the burning fire that was rolling around, the tree branch caught fire.
âRest in peace now.â
Together with the horse, he brought a branch to the village chiefâs house and set it on fire.
Fire-!
It is a shabby house that people can barely enter and live in.
Its appearance has long since gone beyond thriftiness and simplicity.
It was by no means a suitable place for a person like the village chief.
After staring at the cabin for a moment, Ray turned his back to the road.
* * *
Gide rode his horse and arrived at the village.
Looking for a place to park his carriage, he was startled as soon as he saw the entrance to the village.
âWhat is this?â
At the entrance, bandit corpses were scattered all over the place, and inside, hardened mercenaries were bleeding and groaning.
If there is a road to hell, would it be this picture?
He hurriedly got off the carriage and grabbed a villager and asked.
âLook! Arenât you attacked by bandits? Why does the town look like this?â
The villager, who seemed tired of him, answered weakly with a sigh.
âIt was an attack. But fortunately, thanks to the arrival of a passing adventurer, I was able to save my life.â
âAny adventurer?â
What kind of adventurer could stand alone against an army of over a hundred people!
Gide hit his forehead.
This was unconditionally a saint.
I thought I would roughly drive the mercenaries and bandits out of the village, but I didnât know that they would annihilate them all.
If the world knew about this, they came to believe that they were not saints, but demons under the command of the demon king.
âLook. Didnât that so-called adventurer wear a white robe?â
At his words, the villagers looked a little surprised.
âHow did you know? It may not be accurate since I saw it from a distance, but it was definitely a white robe.â
âHaa⦠It seems like an adventurer I know.â
After rummaging through his pockets, Gide held out one.
The villager who received it without hesitation opened the pocket.
âHuh!â
It was filled with shiny silver coins.
Gide was careful to reduce avoidable expenses as much as possible, but word of mouth was likely to spread, so he was in no position to take a chance.
âTake this and silence the villagers. Itâs my little sincerity, so please donât refuse.â
âGetting a bar⦠What the hellâ¦â
âThe person whose identity should not be known. If it is not known, the village may become dangerous again.â
Even if you sneak up on it, the village man will say, âHuh up!â He closed his mouth and nodded.
âAh, okay. I will keep my watch out.â
âRemember. If rumors spread, we might see worse than now.â
Without saying a word, Gide climbed into the carriage again.
There was nothing more to see in the village.
Since he had dealt with it, there was no way bandits and mercenaries would remain.
âI have no idea where you are headed.â
Itâs good to have a strong sense of justice, but wouldnât it be better if you said a word to yourself?
Gide sighed.
He had been sighing a lot lately.
* * *
Marquis Garen, who was waiting for the ruined sword to arrive at the mansion, was enjoying an untimely tea time with Viscount Mace.
âThe Countâs company seems to be going well.â
âIt must be natural that the upper half of the halfman is holding on as the back boat. Maybe in the future more merchants will come to trade.â
âCluck. Good news.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The Marquis of Garen was delighted as if it were his own work.
âIf the Count dies, instead of giving up the territory, it would be nice to take away the upper ranks.â
âyes. It wonât hurt.â
âokay. Rather than that, what happened to the evil sword?â
It seems like he was waiting for that question.
Viscount Mace grinned sinisterly.
âLooks like theyâll be arriving at the mansion soon. I received the report yesterday, so today and tomorrow I will reach Count Sylvester. Itâs not long before the Countâs life ends.â
âBe mindful. We must never find out what we did. If other aristocrats who have a lot of gluttony know about it, they can only do good things to others.â
âI will be familiar with it.â
âThatâs all right. Wouldnât it be something we could just drink tea and wait for every day?â
The expression of the Marquis Garen, who said that, was slightly flushed, like that of a child waiting for a toy.
Viscount Mays, who was sipping tea, asked as if he had just remembered.
âBut Marquis.â
âWhy but?â
âSince the Marquisâ knights disappeared, I havenât seen them. Did they ever come back?â
At that question, Marquis Garen shook his head.
The day I first arrived at Count Sylvesterâs family.
Several knights who were in charge of the escort went missing.
Since then, the nose has not been seen, so the ghost must mourn.
Viscount Mace, with a rather serious face, asked again.
ââ¦Couldnât Count Sylvester have taken some action?â
Marquis Garen laughed.
âThe stupid count could have done something. But since the knights have disappeared, we should at least search for them.â
âThat would be nice.â
Marquis Garen secretly thought that there was something behind the disappearance of the knights, but he was distracted by the prey of the count family in front of him.
It was the same with Viscount Mays.
I didnât want to waste my forces on the search, so I just told the Marquis of Neunjisi.
Both of them were preoccupied with how to divide the Sylvester estate and the upper ranks under their command.
They didnât think too much about the knight, and each drank tea with happy thoughts.
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