I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 22
It was a result that hardly deserved to be called a fight. Just one move. One move, and it was all over.
“What made you think you could take me on? You barely look like a 3rd or 4th rank.”
“T-The client! The client said you couldn’t use mana! Sob, sob! I… I was deceived!”
“Did Gler think you alone would be enough?”
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“Y-Yes! Please… please spare my life just this once!”
The unexpected intruder’s speech had returned to normal.
Well, from a common-sense perspective, it wasn’t hard to understand.
Gler. That guy must have thought his defeat was a fluke, and that since barely a month had passed since the duel, I wouldn’t have mastered mana yet.
“What should I do with you…”
I squatted in front of him, stroking my chin.
As expected, the unidentified assassin had been sent by Gler of the Dupont family.
‘His level is too low.’
It was laughable how confidently he had appeared, his skill was pathetically lacking. The mana he channeled into his gauntlets was instantly sliced through by my Sword Qi the moment we clashed, causing his arms to say goodbye to his body.
“Getting rid of him is the best course of action.”
“Get rid of him? You mean kill him?”
An unexpected answer came from behind. I glanced back, and Lancelot nodded solemnly.
“Letting an assassin go is too risky. He might come back for us with weapons.”
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“That’s true.”
“Please! Please, I beg you. I’ll never target you again, just spare my life!”
I gave a short reply and looked at the assassin again. He was still begging for his life, snot and tears streaming down his face. Judging from his demeanor, he was probably just a mercenary, not a professional killer or assassin.
“Alright, go. I’ll spare you.”
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I told him briefly.
“R-Really?”
A glimmer of hope shone in his eyes as he raised his head. However, my decision was a little different from what he was hoping for.
“But.”
Crackle! Sizzle!
“Wh… Wh-What?”
I channeled my mana. And with my fist charged with mana to its limit, I struck the severed arms that had fallen to the ground.
Boom!
Ptooey!
At the same time, the ownerless arms exploded, spraying blood. The assassin’s eyes widened in horror.
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“Tell Gler. Next time, he should come himself.”
“U-Uwaaaagh! My arms, my armsss!”
The assassin, sprawled on the ground, convulsed.
If he had taken his severed arms and rushed to the church, he could have been treated. But that was no longer possible. Because his arms no longer existed in this world.
I turned away, adding one more thing,
“And stop using that ridiculous way of talking.”
“I agree.”
Lancelot, his arms crossed, spoke softly.
We then immediately boarded the carriage. We still had a long way to go.
“W-We shall depart! My lords.”
“Please.”
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Thump!
The carriage started moving again. But unlike before, Ariel couldn’t fall asleep, her face still etched with shock.
“Um…”
Ariel seemed to have something to say. Her blue eyes turned to me. The heavy atmosphere made even Lancelot wait patiently for her to speak.
“Frey, you’ve gotten so much stronger… Yeah.”
“Well, I awakened my blessing and mastered mana.”
“Th-That’s amazing… You seem like a completely different person from the Frey I used to know.”
“….”
To be honest, I was a different person. My appearance might be the same, but my insides had completely changed.
“Ariel.”
“Yes?”
“I’m curious. You… you have a blessing, right?”
I asked a question that had been on my mind, taking advantage of the serious mood.
A player’s ‘traits,’ also known as heavenly blessings. There was no way Ariel, who had become a senior mage at such a young age, wasn’t born with one.
“Yes, that’s right. I have a blessing. I only have two, unlike the amazing mages out there.”
“…Really? Can you tell me what power your blessing holds?”
“No! That’s a secret. I’ll tell you later… later when the opportunity arises.”
Ariel, lost in thought, ultimately refused to answer.
…It felt like she was hiding something. Was it such an amazing blessing that she couldn’t even reveal it to a childhood friend?
‘I don’t know.’
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There was nothing I could do if she didn’t want to tell me. It seemed like she had a secret, but I couldn’t force her to reveal it.
“Woman. What is your main magic specialization?”
It was at that moment that Lancelot, who had been quietly observing our conversation, spoke.
Main magic specialization.
It referred to the unique ‘secret art’ that every mage in a magic tower possessed. A good example was the current master of Helios Magic Tower, (Great Sage) Gandalf, whose main specialization was the lightning summoning spell, (Thunder Calling).
“I primarily use ice magic. Lately, I’ve been diligently learning life magic, but it’s not easy. Hehe.”
“…Life magic?”
Life magic was mostly associated with darkness or blood. Many dark magic and blood magic spells fell under the category of life magic.
“I-It’s not anything weird! The life magic I’m learning is a bit brighter… Yeah! It’s similar to ‘divine magic’.”
“Really? There’s such a thing in magic?”
I couldn’t help but react with surprise.
Originally, the ‘mage’ class specialized in two main types of magic: utility magic and destructive magic. That’s why it felt unusual for a mage to be learning life magic.
“How unique.”
Lancelot leaned back in his seat and spoke. He then closed his eyes, seemingly not wanting to resist the drowsiness that was washing over him once more.
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The carriage continued its journey.
The sound of birds singing from outside the window, the rhythmic sound of horse hooves, could have been tedious, but Ariel was enjoying the scenery outside with a bright expression.
“Hey… Frey.”
“Yes.”
“You said you don’t remember our promise, right?”
“…Yes.”
It was impossible for me, who had no information about this ‘Ariel’ person, to recall a promise I had no memory of.
So I gave her an honest answer. That I didn’t remember the promise we made, as I had said before.
“That’s too bad. What if… what if, even later, even at the very end, you don’t remember? I’ll tell you then. Again. So that you can remember.”
“….”
With an indescribably sorrowful voice. Muttering those words, Ariel closed her eyes.
The promise I made with Ariel in the past… Could it have been something incredibly important? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have spoken with such a pained expression.
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‘…I thought it was just a childish promise to get married or something.’
Silence descended upon the carriage once more. Feeling restless, I turned my head to look out the window.
“…?”
Slowly but quickly. Outside the carriage, smoothly traveling down the road, a somewhat unusual sight entered my vision.
It wasn’t a typical natural landscape that caught my eye.
‘A person?’
A person, someone dressed in Eastern Continent attire, was walking slowly.
An old, white robe, though not dirty, a black sword sheath hanging from his waist, and a bamboo hat covering his entire head.
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‘He’s a martial artist. An incredibly skilled one at that.’
Even from a glance, I could sense from his aura that he wasn’t an ordinary master. He wasn’t large, but he exuded a refined aura that seemed to flow throughout his entire body.
I was suddenly curious.
Even though there was interaction between continents, it was rare to encounter someone from the Eastern Continent this deep within the Western Continent.
“My… lords.”
“…What is it?”
As I was thinking this, the coachman’s cautious voice reached my ears through the window.
“It seems that traveler wants to ride in the carriage, what should we do?”
“Hmm?”
Indeed, as the coachman said, the martial artist, who had been walking ahead, was now waving at us. Even though it was an open road, it seemed like he wanted to hitch a ride since traveling on foot was probably difficult.
“…Hold on, I’ll judge him myself after seeing his face.”
There was no reason to show kindness to this suspicious person. But sometimes, that’s how fate works. If he wasn’t a criminal from the Eastern Continent, this could be a great opportunity.
“Understood. I’ll stop the carriage.”
Thump.
The carriage came to a smooth stop. I then looked out the window and saw the martial artist, still waving.
“Greetings. I’m a traveler passing through, and I’m ashamed to ask, but I was wondering if I could possibly get a ride in your carriage?”
The martial artist lifted his bamboo hat and asked cautiously.
His face, hidden beneath the hat, was completely ordinary.
An elderly man with kind eyes and a small build. But the sharpness in his gaze proved that he wasn’t just an ordinary old man.
“……!”
The moment I saw him, it wasn’t hard to recall his information.
A master from the Wudang Sect.
A tragic genius who fell into demonic ways, killed all of his fellow disciples, and then joined the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
And later… he became a true master of the sword, a teacher respected and revered by all the martial artists of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
‘…Sword Demon.’
And.
The nickname players who completed the (Heavenly Demon Divine Cult) route gave him, ‘Sword Dad’.
Sword Demon, the Grand Protector of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult. He had appeared.
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TL/N: Just Some heads-up, since I’ll be doing Internship this weeks till mid December, The schedule might be a bit Inconsistent for all of my projects, I’ll try to upload as consistent as my usual schedule when I have the free time.
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