I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 21

021. Guest (3)
Maria was in a good mood. She had heard some rather enjoyable news earlier that day.
Tap.
The sound of a teacup snapped her out of her thoughts.
Tea time with the entire family gathered was special in the ducal family. It was a unique event for the Britzhardt family, led by the absolute ruler of the North, the Duke.
“The situation in the Eastern Continent has become quite bleak lately.”
“The Eastern Continent, you say?”
“Yes. The last remnants of the Blood Cult have been completely eradicated, and a few survivors have fled to the Western Continent.”
Clink.
Maria silently placed her teacup down and looked at her father.
Just like the Western Continent, war was also raging in the Eastern Continent. However, unlike the Empire, which aimed for territorial expansion, the war in the Eastern Continent was simply different in its direction.
“The Mage War. Its end is approaching.”
About three years ago, the ‘Heavenly Demon Divine Cult’ declared a holy war to exterminate heretical factions. Their target: the Blood Cult.
They had managed to evade the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult’s eyes until now, operating like a clandestine organization, but it seemed their end was near.
“Father! Isn’t it a huge problem that the remnants of the Blood Cult fled to the Western Continent?”
A young man, who had been silently listening to the Duke, suddenly stood up and shouted.
His words were valid. Unlike the Western Continent, where power was centralized, with the great nobles and magic towers holding sway, the martial artists of the Eastern Continent were divided into smaller factions like sects and families.
The scale of the chaos would inevitably be different.
“Indeed. Therefore, I intend to give you a mission.”
Everyone’s eyes turned towards the Duke.
“Spread out across the Dukedom and assist with border patrol duties. If you encounter any remnants of the Blood Cult, everyone except Maria should immediately send word to the capital.”
The Duke’s intention was simple.
He wanted to deploy the forces of the ducal family for patrols and border security to completely prevent any potential infiltration by the Blood Cult remnants.
“….”
Maria’s ‘pleasantly blank’ expression changed. Now, it was replaced with a ‘displeased blank’ expression. Fortunately, no one noticed the difference.
***
Preparations for the trip to Helios progressed smoothly.
I, who had barely any belongings, was a non-issue, and Lancelot also finished signing the contract for the house in just one day.
And now, at the restaurant where we were preparing to part ways,
“I’m glad. I was worried you two would settle down in Roven for the rest of your lives.”
Clatter!
Mrs. Armand spoke during our meal, the first time we had all gathered together since the battle in the slums.
“The world is vast. It’s not for me to say, having lived in Roven my whole life, but I wish for you two to see a wider world.”
“…Mother, are you not sad?”
“Me? Not at all. You have a reliable friend named Frey. I’m practically clapping with joy. And…”
Mrs. Armand’s eyes shifted to the side. Her gaze fell on Ariel. Ariel, who had been chewing her food, tilted her head in silence.
“Yes?”
“You’re such a lovely young lady. Judging by the atmosphere, are you Frey’s girlfriend?”
“Pfft! N-No?! I’m not his girlfriend, we’ve just been close friends since childhood.”
Ariel, her face blushing crimson, shook her head. I, who was quietly eating next to her, added,
“She’s a mage from a magic tower. The famous Helios Magic Tower.”
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“Oh my! A mage? That’s wonderful. Lancelot also had a mage girlfriend he knew in the past…”
“M-Mother!”
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Lancelot, who had jumped to his feet, shouted, embarrassed. Naturally, everyone’s eyes turned towards him.
A mage? A girlfriend? It seemed Lancelot had a past too. This was getting interesting.
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“Is this supposed to be a secret?”
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“No, the cat’s out of the bag.”
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“Hmm!”
Lancelot sat back down quietly, closing his eyes tightly. It seemed he felt there was no point in trying to stop his mother now that his secret was out.
“I received a letter from Lancelot in the past. He wrote that he met a mage, and that she was just like him in looks and personality. And at the end of the letter, he wrote, ‘Mother, is this love?’…”
“P-Please stop! Frey! I-Isn’t it time to leave?”
“Wow, this is fun.”
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“Hey!”
“Alright, alright.”
I stood up slowly at his repeated scolding.
Our meal was nearing its end anyway. We had finalized the contract for the house Mrs. Armand would live in and hired the staff who would manage it, so we had no more business in Roven.
“I’m done eating too!”
Seeing me get up, Ariel clattered her fork down as well.
“Alright. Go on, you two. I’ll have some coffee here and then go back. I don’t want to show you a mother shedding tears as her son leaves.”
“Mother…”
Lancelot’s eyes welled up as he looked at Mrs. Armand, who was forcing a smile. I bowed deeply to her. It was the only way I could express my gratitude.
“We’ll be back. Don’t worry about Lancelot. He’s very capable.”
“Yes, please take care of Lancelot. And… Thank you so much for the holy water.”
Mrs. Armand had turned her attention to the menu. She pretended to be strong, as if she didn’t want to watch her son leave.
“…Let’s go.”
We finished our goodbyes and left the restaurant. I didn’t need to look back to know that her gaze was following us.
After that.
We arranged a luxurious carriage and hired an experienced coachman. Ariel paid for everything; as expected of someone from Helios Magic Tower, she was quite generous.
“We’ll be departing now! My lords!”
And with that, the carriage set off.
Perhaps it was because we spent a lot of money, but the coachman’s driving skills were excellent. Moreover, the interior of the carriage was incredibly stable and comfortable. It was so relaxing that I almost dozed off.
‘…I guess we won’t be returning to Roven for a while.’
Inside the silent carriage. I opened the window and looked at the scenery outside. I couldn’t help but smile.
I would leave the precious memories we made here for now.
Now, it was time for a new story to unfold…
“Halt!”
Screeeech! Crash!
The carriage, which had been cruising smoothly, came to a sudden stop.
“Wh-What?! Is it an attack?!”
“Ouch.”
Lancelot, startled awake, shouted. Ariel, who had bumped her forehead against the wall, was rubbing her head and groaning.
“M-My lords! Please come out!”
“…?”
“A-A-A guest has arrived!”
The voice coming from outside sounded urgent.
Creak!
Stepping out of the carriage, I immediately checked what was ahead.
And lo and behold, a man in strange attire was glaring at us.
He was clad in thick armor from head to toe. In short, he was wearing a ‘full plate armor’, but strangely, he wasn’t wearing a helmet.
“What is this?”
I couldn’t discern the stranger’s purpose for visiting, so with a frown, I asked in a low voice.
“I have come to settle a grudge.”
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“…A grudge?”
“Hehehe! Don’t worry too much. I only desire your head.”
…He desires my head?
I furrowed my brows. His arrogant tone, his rough appearance, it all felt strange.
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“Was he sent by Dupont?”
Lancelot, who had also stepped out of the carriage, spoke as if he had remembered something. And the stranger responded with a ridiculous reaction.
“Oh my! How did you know? Tsk, tsk, the client’s information is supposed to be top secret!”
“Dupont count family? Lancelot, wasn’t that pig knight’s name Gler Dupont, or something like that?”
“That’s right. It seems he’s finally taken action.”
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It seemed like Gler, the pig knight from the Golden Lion Knights, had sent him.
“This won’t take long!”
Clank, clank. The stranger, muttering to himself, cracked his knuckles and approached us.
…The weapon he was wielding… was a pair of ‘gauntlets’.
He seemed to be a martial artist, wearing golden gauntlets.
Shing!
I drew my sword and stared at the enemy. Take my head, he says? Unfortunately for him, I had absolutely no intention of giving my head away for free.
“You guys are being too harsh on a guest!”
Wooong-!
The stranger, channeling mana into his fists, chuckled softly.
“What an absurd way to talk.”
“…I agree.”
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How absurd was it? Even Lancelot, usually a calm and composed individual, made an uncharacteristic remark.
A rare martial artist. In the world of (Silver Ring), the martial artist class was considered extremely dangerous.
And what about that ‘full plate armor’?
I admit, that silver armor, reflecting the sunlight, held a certain charm that appealed to men. But if it lacked ‘practicality’… it wasn’t a cool armor, it was just cool garbage.
To begin with, in a world where ‘mana’ was used, unless the enemy was at the level of goblins, it was practically useless.
“Kuhehe! Here I come!”
Tap!
Then, why was the martial artist class considered dangerous?
Firstly, when a martial artist character fought against an enemy with weapons like ‘swords’ or ‘polearms’, there was a very low chance of a terrible debuff being inflicted.
There were various types of debuffs, but the most common one was ‘right arm amputation’. As the name suggested, it meant that the right arm, which was used as a weapon, was severed. The only way to cure it was to bring the severed arm to the church, pay an exorbitant amount of money, and have it reattached.
…And even then, if too much time had passed, it couldn’t be reattached. The only option was to delete the character.
Swoosh!
And that fist, encased in golden gauntlets, was aimed at me. Perhaps it was some kind of martial arts technique; his attack was quite fast.
Wheeeeeng!
The jet-black mana I unleashed then tore through space.
He was an assassin sent by the Dupont count family, so I intended to go all out from the beginning.
But then.
Slash! Thud.
“….”
“…?”
“…Wh-What was that just now?”
Ariel, who had stepped out of the carriage, let out a dumbfounded sound.
“Kyaaaaagh!”
The stranger’s ear-splitting scream echoed through the clearing. Two severed arms, lying on the ground, devoid of their owner, gleamed with a golden radiance.