Chapter 98
Woke up as a Worthless Swordsmanship Genius
Episode 98
: Dead.
The neck and head were separated.
My head rolled around on the ground.
Blood poured out like a fountain and his body tilted.
It didnât take long to realize that it was all just an illusion.
It was a short period of time, less than 3 seconds or even 2 seconds.
In the blink of an eye, I had a vision of myself dying.
It was so vivid that without even realizing it, I was breathing heavily and stroking my neck to make sure it was okay.
âHeo⦠heoâ¦â
I didnât even think about swinging the sword.
Is this Assassin Master?
I thought it was only possible in novels to be able to incapacitate a person just by living.
âyoung master!â
Raymond hurriedly came over and helped me up.
He raised the dagger with his other hand and aimed it at the head deacon.
A deadly force flowed from the head deacon and covered Mahol like it did me.
âHooâ¦.â
The head deacon gave a small exclamation.
Maholâs selfishness, which rose reflexively, pushed out the deaconâs fierceness.
âWhat is this doing?â
I took a deep breath and glared at the head butler.
I prepared my body so that I could swing the sword at any time.
âsorry. âPlease follow me.â
âWhat do I believe in and follow you? âA guy who shows how he can make a living.â
The head deacon smiled at my words and lowered his head.
âYour Majesty is waiting. âPlease forgive me.â
The deaconâs eyes shone sharply as he straightened his back.
I wasnât sure if I would forgive him if he had simply asked me to forgive him.
Because Iâve never been one to treat people who are aggressive towards me kindly.
âThe king is calling me?â
Now that the king has appeared, my feelings have become meaningless.
In this country, the kingâs word is law.
You can refuse, but it is difficult to refuse because of the disadvantages that come with doing so.
âWhy is Your Majesty calling me? âHow can I believe you?â
As if waiting for me to speak, the head deacon took something out of his pocket.
The head deacon showed the small, round thing to me and said.
âIt is Your Majestyâs seal. Would you believe it now?â
A golden dragon seal with its mouth open as if roaring.
It was a type of status badge carried at all times by those who followed the kingâs orders.
Taking it out also meant that the kingâs order had been issued.
âRaymond Millennium. âI obey the kingâs orders.â
There was nothing I could do once I took that out.
All I could do was follow him obediently.
âNow wait!â
The three princes blocked the road.
I questioned the head deacon with a mixture of anger, injustice, embarrassment, and fear.
âWho is that guy? Meet Abama!â âThat guy is an uninvited guest!â
The emotions disappeared from the deaconâs face, which had shown me various emotions.
He looked down at the three princes with that same expressionless face.
âUgh.â The 3rd prince trembled at that gaze and stepped back.
âThis is your Majestyâs order. Are you going to disobey it now?â
âbutâ¦!â
âThe prince is very talkative today. âItâs my first time seeing the prince like this, so Iâm very embarrassed.â
There was a thorn in his soft tone.
The unstoppable momentum stimulated the three princes.
He would be the only subject who could treat the royal family of a country like that.
âAnd you are an uninvited guest of His Majesty the Crown Prince. Your words are a bit harsh. âI didnât teach that.â
ââ¦!â
âYou guys are the problem too. If you see your master doing something wrong, you should know how to correct it. âI agree with that, so tsk tsk.â
The knights trembled as the butler clicked his tongue.
The knights couldnât say anything.
The chief deacon looked pitifully at the knights and spoke to the three princes.
âAre you going to keep standing like that?â
âahâ¦!â
The Third Prince hurriedly stepped aside.
The head deacon looked down at the three princes bluntly and walked away.
âYou can follow me.â
I passed by the 3rd prince who was barely holding back his tears with his lips tightly bitten.
âIf it were the king at this timeâ¦â
I recalled as much information about the king as I could.
There wasnât much information, but there was essential information.
That should be enough to deal with the king.
***
Kingâs office.
As befits the name of the king, the size of the office where work was done was also very large.
There was a bookshelf with hundreds of books behind the chair where the king was sitting, which was about 50 pyeong in size.
âThat man is Derian Serion.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The current king of the Serion Kingdom.
A neutral king who is far from a saint, but cannot be called a tyrant.
A blessed king of the Golden Age, a time when there were many geniuses who appeared once every 1,000 years.
In the novel, he is called the king of blessed misfortune.
Although he became king at a time when he was so talented that he could overcome even the mightiest empire.
Sadly, he was also called a poor king who was taken away by Ahar without being able to use them properly.
If Aharâs attack had been delayed just a year, if the king had properly governed the nobles, the kingdom of Serion would not have collapsed so vainly in the novel.
âWait a moment. âIt will be over soon.â
The king was very busy.
The documents piled up on the table gave a glimpse of how he spent his days.
âYou can take it slow.â
The Kingâs hand that was signing the document stopped.
And he looked at me with strange eyes.
Ignoring the kingâs gaze, which resembled the gaze of the butler when he first saw me, I reached for the refreshments placed on the desk.
âOh this is delicious.â
It looked like a leaf and was sweeter than expected.
Itâs sweeter than chocolate, but itâs a taste you never get tired of.
It was a taste that kept getting harder and harder, so when I came to my senses, I had finished eating all the snacks on the desk.
âI guess you liked it. âMake sure you bring enough, Mr. Butler.â
The head deacon took out a luxurious box from a drawer in the corner of the office and brought the whole thing.
âI guess you like this.â
âThis is my first time eating it, and it tastes better than I expected.â
âThereâs more, so eat as much as you want.â
âuh.â
The head deacon laughed at my answer as if it was amusing.
âDeacon, please leave now.â
âAll right. Have a great time.â
The king sat across from the sofa I was sitting on.
The king said as he watched the butler close the door and leave.
âIt seems the head deacon likes you.â
âyes?â
âThere is no one who talks to the head deacon other than me. Even if there was, he wouldnât allow it.â
Depending on what you heard, the kingâs words were scary.
It was heard that if the head of the house did not like something, the person who spoke out would be killed.
âI guess you liked this?â
âyes. âItâs okay.â
âIt should be okay. âIt costs 10 silver each.â
ââ¦.â
I was a little surprised by those words.
The king was saying that one cookie, not a box of cookies, was worth 10 silver.
Although prices vary depending on the food.
Something barely the size of your thumb is worth 10 silver.
âMaybe because itâs expensive, it tastes better.â
In the past, I would have been so shocked by the price that I wouldnât have eaten it, but 10 silver isnât that much money to me now.
For me, who earned hundreds of gold as pocket money, silver was like change.
Itâs okay if you have it, itâs okay if you donât have it.
âSeeing you eat delicious food makes me proud.â
It became difficult to eat snacks under the burdensome gaze of the king.
It would have been nice if he could at least tell us about his business, but the king only blurted out meaningless words, as if he was just trying to chat.
âMay I ask why you called me?â
So I asked first.
It was better to get straight to the point like this rather than having a fruitless conversation where I donât know when it will end.
âWhy did you call me?â
The king grins.
âNothing special. âI was curious about you.â
ââ¦?â
The king leaned forward and continued speaking.
âYou are an incorrigible, incompetent bastard. âUntil not long ago, it was a word that described you.â
Know.
Because of that, I went through a hard time that I didnât have to.
âBut at some point, those perspectives began to change. âThere were rumors that you had come to your senses.â
ââ¦.â
âEverything you did after that was something an incompetent idiot couldnât do.â
What are you trying to say?
This wasnât a place to insult me.
If that were the case, I wouldnât have said it like that.
âAnd what he showed this time⦠was so covetable. âEven though I know you are friends with the crown prince.â
âDo you mean me?â
âokay. North. There, you fully demonstrated the value of your existence and showed yourself to the point where it overflowed.â
Itâs the North again this time.
After going to the North, things started to happen with the royal family.
âI wanted it for you.â
Is this your third time getting a confession from a royal? If you just count the number of times, it could be more than that.
âI donât know what the Crown Prince may have offered you, but I can be confident that I can give you something better than that.â
The king suggested that he become his own person.
Of course my answer to that was âNoâ.
I also rejected the crown princeâs offer.
I donât want to fall under someone.
I hated having my fate determined by someone elseâs will rather than my own.
Especially now that I had to prepare for Aharâs departure from the North, I didnât have time to work under anyone.
However, even the king cannot refuse it like he did the crown prince.
You should refuse more politely and without hurting his feelings.
âsorry.â
âwhat?â
âThat seems difficult.â
The kingâs brow furrowed.
He said, glaring at me.
âAre you saying youâre rejecting my offer now? âWhat do you mean by me?â
âsorry.â
ââ¦Why? âWhy are you rejecting what I say?â
âI have no intention of settling down in one place yet. âI want to explore the world more and see and learn more.â
ââ¦.â
âI am a citizen and subject of this country. I know what I must do and I will faithfully carry out my duty as a subject. So, please kindly notify us.â
I got off the sofa and lay down.
I can feel the kingâs gaze.
A little time passes.
âIâm not that angry, so get up.â
âthank you.â
As I sat back down on the sofa, the king looked at me and licked his lips with regret.
âI fully understand your feelings. âI told you so much, but I canât force you.â
The king was silent for a moment.
His eyes looked into space, as if he was thinking about something.
âYou should be satisfied that there is a talented person like you in this country. âPlease use your strength for the country like you do now.â
âIâll keep that in mind.â
âYou can go out now.â
The king waved his hand.
I bowed my head deeply to him, left the office, and headed straight to my room.
Derian, who was left alone, knocked on the handle of the sofa with a worried face.
âDeacon.â
âDid you call me?â
At his words, the air shook and the head deacon appeared.
âWhat do you think when you see it?â
âYou mean Sir Raymond?â
âkyung? Oh yeah. You said you graduated from the academy this time. So, what does he look like to you?â
âItâs a job Iâm looking forward to.â
âLean from your mouth⦠amazing.â
âHe is also a talent that your Majesty needs.â
âDo I need it?â
âyes. Do you remember Selina Warrug?â
âI remember. âIsnât he the one who praised you as a genius?â
âI felt something similar to how he felt then.â
Derianâs eyes sparkle at those words.
Selina Warrug, the kingdomâs swordsmanship genius.
He is well aware of her reputation.
He also had it in mind that he was a talent who was said to be a genius of the century, something that only happens once in a thousand years.
But I couldnât help but be surprised to hear that she felt the same way about Raymond.
However, Derian was astonished by his words that soon followed.
âno. âYou canât say theyâre similar. Heâs a monster that surpasses a genius.â
monster.
Those words coming from the Assassin Master were truly shocking.