Chapter 101
Woke up as a Worthless Swordsmanship Genius
Episode 101
The residents of the territory gathered together.
A man came into their field of vision.
âHey Gerard! âIâm here!â
âYou canât come in!â
They gathered to see the rugged man trying to enter the lordâs castle and the fight between the knights blocking him.
âWhat happened?â
âThat guy from earlier was trying to get inside.â
âwhat? âArenât you crazy?â
âSo, thatâs right. âThe place where the Count lives is not a place you can enter if you want.â
âI guess you donât know that.â
The people of the territory looked at the man with unfavorable eyes as he tried to get inside by pushing the knights out of the way.
They do not respect their lord and call him by his name, but what kind of lord would like it?
Above all, Count Millennium was famous for treating his people fairly and was respected by his people.
âHey Gerard! âIf you donât come out right away, weâll wipe out the people here?â
âunder? I donât know who it is, but do it in moderation, right? Even if you ignore us, you ignore us too much.â
âWhat on earth is this guy doing? Is Millennium any good?â
The patience of the knights who had been treating them with respect all along was gone.
They couldnât help but watch him openly ignore them and call their master carelessly.
Sreung.
That was when they slowly drew their swords.
His mood suddenly changed as he laughed like a crazy person.
âDid you just pull out your sword in front of me?â
A sharp force spread in all directions.
Just being close to him was enough to make me suffocate and suffocate.
The knightsâ complexions became increasingly pale, and the people around them hesitated and stepped back.
âUnsheathing the sword means it doesnât matter if you die, right?â
His attitude was so rude that it would not be strange to call it a shameless act.
Nevertheless, the reason I couldnât say anything or just stare blankly was because the energy he gave off was like that of a yaksha.
The knights looked at him blankly, unable to do anything, as if there was an untouchable being in front of them.
Tap, tap, tap.
Blood appeared on his raised hand, and an eerie sound came out.
The knights hesitated and retreated.
That was when his hand reached the knightâs neck.
âstop. âThe behavior of a man with the nickname king is so vulgar.â
âoh. Gerard! my friend! long time no see!â
Count Millennium came out of the lordâs castle escorted by knights.
âMy lord!â
âItâs my lord!â
All the residents of the territory stopped what they were doing and lowered their heads.
The count waved them away.
He said itâs not good to waste their time with something like this.
âSo what brought you to see me?â
âuh? Um⦠I wasnât exactly looking for you.â
ââ¦?â
The Mercenary King twisted his body as if he was embarrassed.
Then his face suddenly brightened and he rushed towards Millennium at incredible speed.
Mana gathered in Count Millenniumâs hands.
âslip.â
With a light chant, a magic circle appeared beneath the Mercenary Kingâs feet, and the sleeping gas flowing from the magic circle was sucked into the Mercenary Kingâs nose and mouth.
âhmmâ¦!â
The speed of the Mercenary King, who overcame the magic with just spirit, increased even more.
âSlip sleepâ¦â
The mercenary kingâs feet glowed brightly, and his entire body was covered with sleeping gas.
âWhoopsâ¦!â
dump. The mercenary king could not withstand the magic and fell.
His body passed by Count Millennium.
His hand was stretched out towards something.
âWhy did this person come here?â
Raymond Millennium was standing where his hand was pointing.
ââ¦A lot of interesting things are happening these days.â
Count Millennium looked at Raymond and let out a hollow laugh.
âKnight Commander. âBring this person inside.â
âinsect!â
The knight commander gestured to the knights.
The knights moved according to the gesture of the knight commander.
The knightsâ hands grabbed the mercenary kingâs shoulders and lifted him up.
Crack.
âAhhâ¦!â
The knights scream. Their necks were held in the hands of the mercenary king.
Did he come to his senses just then?
âCowâ¦.â
That wasnât it.
I saw that he was drooling with his eyes closed, so he wasnât awake.
Itâs just that the habits remaining in his body tried to subdue those who touched his body.
Ttudeuk.
No, thatâs not suppression.
It looked like they were trying to kill me.
âTsk.â
Count Millennium clicked his tongue as he looked at the knightsâ necks becoming red and swollen.
âBind.â
Rattling. The mercenary kingâs body, which had been tightening his hands, stiffened.
Nevertheless, it kept squirming and somehow tried to break the knightsâ necks.
âAre you just going to watch like that? âGet it out now!â
At his shout, all the knights hurriedly rushed to the mercenary king and pulled out the knights caught in his hands.
âHuh⦠I thought I was going to die.â
I pulled them back, who were breathing heavily, and looked back at Count Millennium.
He was looking at the mercenary king with cold eyes.
Dozens of magic circles appeared above his head and disappeared repeatedly.
The power contained in each magic circle was enough to distort the surrounding space.
âThatâs annoying. Levitation.â
As he waved his hand, the Mercenary Kingâs body rose in the air and floated next to Count Millennium.
âI will take care of this guy, so you all take care of your own business. And Raymondâ¦â
He looked at me.
The eyes were a mixture of many complex emotions.
âYou need to talk to me.â
***
Whoa whoa- A
snoring sound resembling a trollâs scream filled the office.
The sound was so loud that Count Millennium and I, who were listening from the side, frowned and covered our ears.
âSilence.â
Unable to bear it any longer, Count Millennium used magic to silence him.
As soon as the sound of snoring disappeared, the office became so quiet that it felt desolate.
âSo how did this happen? What on earth did this guy do to run at you like a crazy person? Where did you meet? âWhy did this guy who canât easily escape from the North come to see you?â
âSlowly ask questions one at a time. âI will answer everything.â
âWhoaâ¦â
Count Millennium took a deep breath at my words.
He glanced at the mercenary king next to him and opened his mouth.
âWhen did you meet the Mercenary King?â
âWe met in the North.â
âWhy did we meet?â
âThey came to visit me from the North.â
The image of the mercenary king who saved me from Ahar and Taurin came to mind.
If he hadnât come forward, would I have been able to leave the North safely?
Not like that. He would have died on the spot or been taken away by Taurean.
Just thinking about that time still gives me goosebumps and chills.
âThen what happened with the Mercenary King that makes me so happy to see you?â
âIâm not sure about that. âWhen I came to my senses, he asked me to stay with him.â
âI guess I fell in love with you at first sight. Ha⦠my headache is killing me.â
Count Millennium raised a hand and stroked his face.
Feeling sick, he gulped down the tea in his cup.
âOnce heâs hooked, heâs the type of person who will stick with it until heâs satisfiedâ¦â
We didnât even exchange a few words, but he sighed as if he understood everything.
âAre you done with the questions?â
âuh? okay. Thatâs enough. Itâs obvious at first glance. I guess he liked it after seeing the sit-in protest you staged at the entrance. âBecause heâs a battle fanatic.â
ââ¦.â
âYou have a really hard time, too. Even in the eyes of a guy like that.â
I couldnât say anything else to his words.
Like he said, I somehow felt like I was going to get tired in the future.
âThen I think itâs time to listen to this guy. âWater ball.â
A lump of water the size of a human head was created on his hand and fell on the mercenary kingâs head.
Sigh!
What was surprising was that the water droplets only wetted the mercenary kingâs head.
There was no water whatsoever on the ground where the mercenary king was lying or on the sofa next to him.
âUgh!â
The Mercenary King woke up gasping for breath.
He looked back at us blankly, shaking his wet hair here and there.
âUhâ¦â
His eyes slowly began to widen as he moved from the Count to me.
âRaymond!â
Then it started running towards me like an animal.
In response to that action, I unconsciously filled my fist with aura and swung it.
Quang!
With a sound like iron clashing with iron, the Mercenary King tumbled into the distance.
âOkay⦠it tastes like this.â
I got goosebumps watching him admire and taste my fist like a pervert.
âDo it in moderation, right? âI donât have enough time to play along with your rhythm.â
The Count stopped him as he prepared to attack again.
The Mercenary King twitched his eyebrows at the mana barrier that appeared before his eyes.
He said he knew that for a moment and collapsed on the floor.
âWhy did you come here?â
The mercenary king smiled at the countâs question.
He raised his hand and pointed at me.
âHand him over.â
ââ¦.â
The Count and I were speechless at his absurd words.
By coming here at all costs, you mean to give me up.
âgo away.â
It was my first time seeing the Count swear.
The mercenary kingâs words were that perplexing.
âwhy!â
Are you asking because you donât know now?
If so, his intellectual level must be questioned.
What kind of father would treat someone kindly when he asks him to give up his son?
âI will personally send you away. Would you be satisfied if I dropped you in the middle of the ocean over there? âI think they will welcome you very warmly.â
âand. Are you saying youâre going to throw your friend as food for the demonic beasts? âIs that what you do as a friend!?â
âMaybe you shouldnât do this to your friend. âYouâre not my friend, so it doesnât really matter.â
I quietly watched their fight.
Obviously, the words were only scary things, but strangely enough, they didnât pose much of a threat.
âAh Okay. I said something wrong! âDonât use magic!â
The Count stopped using magic as he waved his hand.
The mercenary king muttered, âYou bastard without mercyâ, but when the count glared at him, he trembled and looked the other way.
âAs you know, I am looking for a successor.â
âIt did. And you couldnât find them because there werenât any that caught your eye.â
The Mercenary King looked at me intently and continued speaking.
âno. These days, people donât have grit. They have grit. To become my successor, you only need one! Guts! âI just need that one thing, but I donât have it.â
âso. âWhat does that have to do with asking for my son?â
âhmm? didnât you hear? That guyâs nickname is Mad Dog. Mad Dog. âThere are many other things, but the word ârabid dogâ best fits the way he looked.â
The Count frowned.
He also knows about the incident.
So, when Raymond came back, I knew he had gone through a hard time, so I didnât properly scold him.
âWhat it looked like back then was fantastic. âThe will to hold the sword and swing it somehow appealed to me.â
âSo you came here just to see that?â
âuh. Whatâs the problem? I heard that you canât even use magic. âThen wouldnât it be better for you to become my successor?â
âunder! âIâd rather leave it to Bane than to you!â
âuh? Just sleep. right. You were close with Bane. That shouldnât happen. Uh⦠hey. What does it mean to be a good friend? Canât you give it to me? âIâll be good to you!â
Why are you asking the Count that?
Itâs up to me to choose. I was dumbfounded and just watched him.