Chapter 105
Woke up as a Worthless Swordsmanship Genius
Episode 105
The monsters of the North began to gather in one place.
As if on alert for something, it spins around in one place and makes a strange howling noise.
Occasionally, there were monsters that went inside, but the monsters that went in always screamed and never came out again.
âThat monster called Ahar has disappeared.â
âLive?â
âyes. And they said a man I hadnât seen was wandering around the North. But that man wasnât usually strong. He rips off the head of a troll with his bare hands and even marauders run away when they encounter him.â
Aharda.
As soon as I heard it, he immediately came to mind.
The only person left in the North now, much less Ahar, is the only person who can pull out a trollâs head with his bare hands.
Taurine is excluded.
She was a woman and what William was talking about was a man.
âItâs too late for me to come to my senses.â
I guess being attacked by a hatchling this time was such a big shock.
Itâs not something I care much about.
âWatch that man more closely. Because heâs an important guy.â
âI will.â
âSo whatâs the worse news?â
âOh, thatâs itâ¦â
A shadow appeared on his face.
He pulled his face forward as if this story was true.
He pulled his face closer to me and carefully opened his mouth.
âWangseong is very noisy right now. âThereâs war and all, and thereâs also implicit talk of empire.â
I think Iâve said this before.
As I was frowning, I added that he wasnât finished yet.
âAnd there are rumors that one of the royals has close ties to the Empire. This isnât accurate. I also hear that one of them is plotting to ascend to the throne along with the empire.â
Oh this is accurate.
In fact, two princes among the royal families are in contact with the empire to obtain the throne.
Since this was also mentioned in the novel, I was able to see how excellent his information network was in this aspect.
âThatâs for sureâ¦â
âI guess this is enough to pay for the meal, right?â
He looked at me carefully.
He looks like he really likes the mansion I gave him.
So much so that I worried what would happen if they took it back from me.
âuh. âPlease continue to do more than that.â
âAll right.â
William nodded with a proud smile.
âItâs over, right?â
âyes. Thatâs it.â
He waved both his hands.
âokay. Good luck then.â
âgood bye!â
The sound of his subordinates sending off was heard along with Williamâs voice.
I left their greetings behind and returned home.
After William came, my daily life became even busier.
I spar with the mercenary king, do what the count tells me to do, and spar with the mercenary king again.
The beginning and end of my day was filled with sparring with the mercenary king.
âAs expected, he is the successor I have chosen! âYour skills are improving day by day!â
If you grow up and get beaten up, you can say that you are growing.
âBut itâs definitely getting better.â
At first, it was difficult to even block, but now I can see some movement and dodge properly.
âLetâs speed things up a bit!â
Even that was something the mercenary king was looking after.
Still, I could feel that I was getting stronger, so I didnât feel that bad just because I was hit.
Because I even beat him in the first sparring.
âThatâs all for today.â
âHuhâ¦!â
As soon as the mercenary king finished speaking, he collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
The mercenary king sitting in front of me asked, squinting at the sword resting on my thigh.
âThat sword must have been really well made. Was it made out of amantanium? no. âYou take Aurors too well to say that.â
The sword I got was so hard that even people who used fists were interested in it.
So much so that even the fist of the mercenary king, who was covered in a lot of aura, did not make the slightest scratch.
âItâs strange. A sword of that caliber might have a name. âDid you say you got it from the North?â
âyes.â
âIf itâs the North⦠I can only say it was made by dwarves.â
The Mercenary King took my sword and looked at it closely.
The strength of the sword, elasticity, etc.
After experimenting in every way, he continued to exclaim in exclamation.
âI can be sure of this. âItâs the best weapon Iâve ever seen.â
In the end, he even said that this sword was the best sword in existence.
Even though it was my sword, I wasnât very impressed.
Because I know that, I gained it through hard work in the North.
The main character doesnât just carry that sword for no reason.
âBut are you okay?â
âhuh? what?â
âThat sword.â
âWhy the sword?â
He tilted his head and looked at me.
At that, I had no choice but to harden my complexion.
No one can touch that sword except its owner.
I didnât shed blood to get that sword for nothing.
It is said that if someone other than the owner touches it, its mana and aura will be taken away, making it unbearable.
So I never let Mahol or Ellis touch it.
âAre you saying reality is different?â
You canât just trust novels unconditionally.
As the main characterâs actions are different from the novel, this may also be different from the novel.
In reality, it may not matter if someone else touches it.
âHey. This is so well made that I want it. Hmmâ¦â
He looked at the sword and muttered, âItâs too bad it doesnât have a name.â
I wondered if I should do something like that when the owner said he had nothing to do with it.
If I had to give it a name, I couldnât think of anything other than âthe heroâs swordâ.
For more than half of the novel, the main character only used this sword and had no name.
Ahar was unable to find out his name while using the sword for such a long time.
There is no way I can find what Ahar couldnât find either.
âuhâ¦? What is this?â
But the Mercenary King seems to be a little different.
He looked at Pummel, who was examining the sword here and there, and his eyes sparkled.
âWhatâs written here? Um⦠where⦠unknown⦠name? Ah, unknown! âOh, unknown?â
I was happy, but then I took the sword from him who was dazed again.
And when I looked at the pummel, there was definitely writing written on it.
But what does this say?
The letters looked like Arabic, so I couldnât read them.
âThe mercenary king read this?â
I couldnât believe that the mercenary king, a symbol of ignorance, had read these words.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âno.â
Yes, people should have organs like this.
I tried to ignore him and shifted my gaze to the sword.
âItâs nameless, nameless⦠nameless.â
When the protagonist of most novels obtains a sword, the name of the sword is unknown.
Especially in martial arts novels.
Perhaps because the name Moo-myeong was so attractive, I often used that name.
âI never thought Iâd get that.â
The name Mumyeong is cool, though.
It was a name I heard so commonly that it didnât seem like a good thing.
âThanks to you, I was able to find out the name of the sword. thank you.â
âIf I say thank you for something like this, will life be difficult? âJust say so and pass it on.â
âAll right.â
After talking and getting some rest, the throbbing pain lessened.
âThen I will go.â
âWell, why donât we do it again?â
âyes. âI want to rest now.â
âWell, itâs not good to overwork your body.â
No, why is this guy like this from earlier?
These were not words that should come out of the mouth of someone who thinks that overworking oneâs body is the best.
âRaymond. Are you finished?â
âAh yes.â
The princess who had been watching from afar approached.
âTake some of this. âYou must be thirsty.â
âah. âI am so indebted to the princess.â
The mercenary king stole the water bottle that was handed to me.
I laughed heartily, opened the lid, and took a swigâ¦.
Fuuuut â
I drank it and then spit it out.
Yellow liquid soaked the ground.
âKolok kolok. What is this!â
âOh, thatâs Lokni tea.â
âLoknitsa? âWhat is that?â
âThatâ¦â
The princess wiggled her fingers for a moment and then said in a low voice.
âItâs a good car for a man.â
ââ¦.â
The mercenary king, who was trying to shake off the remaining tea on his tongue, stopped.
Then he turned his stiff head and looked back and forth between the princess and the water bucket.
âIs this what you mean?â
âyes. âThey say itâs very good for men.â
âOh sir. âWhat a waste!â
He swallowed the contents of the bucket with the force of sucking up the water that had fallen on the floor.
âWhy are you giving that to me?â
Even if you need a mercenary king as he gets older, he doesnât need me.
Iâm still in my prime.
Itâs not like I need to eat something like that.
âI will go.â
âOh yeah. rest well!â
The mercenary king seemed to be satisfied with the car and sent me off in a good mood.
âah. âHeyâ¦â
âYes?â
âOh, itâs nothing.â
âyes. âAs for the car⦠Iâll just take my heart.â
âYesâ¦â
The princess followed me with a regretful look.
If things continued like this, it seemed like they would follow me to the room.
âAre you still going to follow me?â
âOh no. rest.â
She bowed her head to me and quickly walked back.
âIâm tiredâ¦â
When I entered the room, I immediately ran to the bed and threw myself on it.
The soft and cozy feel of the bed enveloped me.
ââ¦.â
I was lying still on the bed.
It would be nice to sleep like this.
âWhy wonât you leave me alone like this?â
I felt a presence in the corner of the room that shouldnât have been there.
Could it be that the presence of a highly trained assassin has arrived?
âWhoaâ¦â
I sighed and got up from the bed.
I pulled out my sword without looking in the direction where I felt the presence.
Then he took out a cloth and wiped the surface of the sword.
Ssuk suk.
Now what should we do?
Is it because I drew my sword or is he waiting until I sleep?
There was no significant movement other than the presence I felt at first.
âHmmâ¦â
I put the cloth down on the floor and walked towards where I could feel the presence.
As I walked, I wondered what to do.
It would be good to subdue him without causing blood to splatter.
âIâm not feeling well right now.â
I had just finished sparring and couldnât show my full skills.
Just shaking my arms up and down gave me muscle pain.
âhey.â
I aimed my sword at the corner.
Something was constantly writhing in the shadows.
Even though I called him out, he didnât respond.
âWhat are you. âWhat is it in my room?â
He extended his sword.
The sword, which was stretched out enough to touch, touched the guy.
I felt a squishy texture along the sword.
-it hurts!
Then something screamed and jumped out of the corner and landed on the bed.
âwhat?â
The speed didnât seem too fast.
-too much. Iâm out now.
âItâ was shaking on the bed and talking to me.
-Why are you doing this to me? Iâm sick. itâs tough. I want to rest.
Curled up in the softest spot on the bed, âitâ stared at me.
-Iâm sick. Are you going to hurt me?
âItâ kept talking to me.
ââ¦Why are you here?â
âItâ looks up at me with big, teary eyes.
He even shed tears, telling her not to bother him.
-I got out. I missed you. Didnât you miss me?
I couldnât hide my dazed feelings.
-You donât like me?
The hatchling, who had disappeared as soon as he returned to the countâs house, came back having learned a strange way of speaking.