208 – Sword Master (3)

Killing people is not a very good thing.

Of course, killing people is not allowed in terms of law, ethics, and principles, but what I am talking about is different from that.

The feeling of a human dying, whether with a weapon or with one’s own hands, is truly terrible.

No matter how resolve a person is toward death, even if he or she has accepted death, the body will instinctively resist death at the last moment.

This is not a matter of the individual’s will being broken.

The soul has already accepted death, but the body instinctively deploys a defense mechanism and resists death with an unconditional reflex.

Muscles twitching or blood rushing.

When you look at the skin of a freshly slaughtered cow, it wriggles as if waves are crashing. Even if the flesh is cut off in chunks, it is the movement of the instinct for vital activity remaining in the muscles.

So, if I must kill someone.

‘Muskets are good.’

They prefer to kill by shooting from a distance rather than making direct contact with the body.

It’s okay to leave the removal of corpses to professional experts.

I don’t like having other people’s blood on my body, and I don’t like things inside my body flowing out after a person dies.

In particular, if you kill someone by swinging a sword or an ax or something else, even if you cut the skin and muscles, the worst feeling is when it gets caught in the hard bone.

I hate that unique feeling of the blade touching the bone and flowing through my hand.

But if you have no choice but to swing the sword, you have no choice-

“Quickly.”

All you have to do is put an aura on the blade and cut off the head.

Tuk.

The head of a knight riding a horse falls to the ground.

The horse stopped in place in shock, and I pulled my body right back from the horse’s back to avoid the attack.

Puhwaaak!!

Red blood splatters everywhere.

Blood splatters like a fountain, like water gushing from a cut neck.

“Tsk.”

In order to prevent blood from staining, the cutting angle was drawn diagonally, but blood does not splatter in one direction.

But the good news is that at least the red suit doesn’t show off even if there’s blood on it.

“This makes me thirteen.”

I lightly jumped off the horse.

Perhaps because the weight of the person had suddenly disappeared, or perhaps because the horse was surprised because it had decided that it would not kill him, the horse slowly moved to the side and took a step forward.

Hehe.

And then I started running.

The body of the knight, whose head had been blown off, slid backwards and fell to the floor, causing blood to splatter to the side again.

“I hate stopping like this.”

Remove the aura.

There is no blood on the auror itself, but the blood flowing on the auror drips down along the blade of the auror and pools on the floor.

“If one dies, you should come right in and take revenge right away. Why should you back away so scared?”

“…What a monster…!”

“Ah, your eyes have exactly that look.”

It’s familiar.

These are the looks that the countless loyal soldiers I met at the execution site gave me before returning.

“Why are you using that power to cut us down instead of killing the empire’s soldiers? That’s it?”

“…!!”

I’m used to it, I don’t like it.

Forcing someone to live a certain life like that, and when that expectation is betrayed, the look in their eyes that asks, ‘How can you do that?’

“It’s strange. Why does Gibraltar always have to live for Nostrum?”

“Hey, you b*stard…!”

“Yes. Maybe he could live for Nostrum, as he has for 500 years.”

I lightly swing my sword to relieve my tense muscles for a moment, and then I approach the retreating knights first.

“Even if a war broke out between the empire and the kingdom, it would have been the same if Gibraltar had continued as it had in the past. Even if his father died, Gray Gibraltar would take over and reside in the canyon to deal with The imperial army would repeat itself.

That repetition doesn’t happen.

Not only this time, but the flow of history has already been cut off before.

“If you’re going to blame, blame it on St. Geo Nostrum.”

Because of the incompetent king.

“Your monarch betrayed Gibraltar first, so there is no reason for Gibraltar to remain loyal to him.”

“Hey, you traitor…!”

“So, it was Saint Geo Nostrum who betrayed first.”

No one can deny it.

“We went over to the Empire? No, I should say right away. We didn’t go over to the Empire, we started looking at St. Geo Nostrum.”

Originally, he turned his back on Nostrum and pointed his sword at the Empire.

“They drew graffiti on the backs of those who lived with their swords pointed at the Empire, threw stones, stole property, and shackled people to prevent them from leaving.”

Even if I just cheered for the knife-pointer, I didn’t know.

“Don’t you think that by enduring for 500 years, you have already devoted yourself and served your country and dynasty enough?”

“Ugh…!”

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“If you’re dissatisfied, try blocking it.”

Run lightly and forward.

Before running away on horseback, he closes the distance in a single step and jumps off the ground before the horse even turns its head.

Ka-euang!

“Tsk… !”

“Yes. If you are a senior knight, you should be able to endure this much.”

When I lightly attacked with the sword with the aura removed, the knight on the horse blocked my sword with a steel spear before turning his body his his his.

“High-grade full body armor. Even golden armor strengthened by magic.”

“You traitor!!”

It is definitely not easy to cut.

Even when stabbing a sword, there are no gaps between the armor.

‘Aura release. Vibration.

However, it is not easy, but it is not impossible.

If the weather is not going well, all you have to do is infuse more mana into the aura.

Phu-uuk.

Swing the sword diagonally.

Swing the blade created by Auror from bottom to top, from the waist towards the opposite ribs.

‘As expected, it takes a bit.’

It cuts through armor, cuts through chains, passes through skin, and grazes internal organs.

When the knight’s body was hit by the auror’s blade, it concentrated all of its vitality in one place to somehow momentarily resist the auror, and instinctively concentrated its mana on the area that the blade touched.

Spine.

Half of my body was cut by a blade, but if I can hold on to my spine, I can survive any aftereffects.

‘I don’t like this.’

When the blade gets stuck around my spine, I hate the feeling of that ‘Kashak’ sound coming from the knife.

I don’t like it, but what can I do?

You can’t pull the knife back and cut again.

I pulled one of the hands that was wielding the sword slightly to the side, then lightly struck the palm of my hand toward the back of the sword.

Fuuuk!

Push, cut.

At the same time, my body leans forward, and my body, which had been floating in the air for a moment, falls to the floor.

“Huh.”

Recognition takes almost minutes.

The actual time it took was not a few seconds, but less than a second.

I took a deep breath and walked forward, brushing off the aura and sheathing her sword into the staff sheath on my waist.

Click.

And the moment the seams come together.

Puhwaa—Ah!!

Blood burst out from the cross section of the knight’s body that had been cut in half, and some of the hot blood drops grazed my shoulder.

“Phew.”

I’m just glad it didn’t touch my hair.

It’s natural that you have to take a shower after blood splatters on your clothes, but I don’t want to feel uncomfortable with someone else’s blood on my head until I go to the shower.

Especially if the blood hardens and fixes the hair.

If your gray hair is stained red with dark red blood, there is no color more unpleasant to look at.

You wouldn’t know it if it were bright red like my father’s, because the color of hair stained with human blood is an ominous and unpleasant color.

“Huh, retreat—!”

A knight shouts urgently.

A high-ranking knight must have been frightened by having his entire armor and cut off with a single slash of his sword, so he turned his horse’s head and tried to run away before I could even attack him.

“Oh, really. It’s a hassle to chase after you.”

How far should I run?

If you cut yourself while running, you have to cover up the blood.

‘I heard that this is why muskets are comfortable.’

Even if you run far away, how convenient is it to just change the muzzle from where you are and shoot in the direction you are running away from?

For those who have reached the level of a master, there is no feeling that it is easier to kill people with a knife than with a gun, but I still don’t like being busy.

“Throwing knives…Ho.”

Phu-uuk.

Blood splatters from the body of the fleeing knight.

A man with a murderous face and blood splattering across his gold-stained armor as if there was a red plague slowly began to approach.

“Hello, Marquis Zeros Barcel.”

“…Do you think you can get away with something like this?”

“Yes.”

I lightly lifted the staff with the sword in it.

“There’s no war, but I don’t think I’ll be killed by someone who kills a fleeing soldier with his own hands like some kind of maverick.”

“Insolent guy…”

“Because I have skills.”

It can be said to be both arrogant and self-indulgent to just talk nonsense, but if someone who can directly prove it says it, it is an expression of confidence.

“You are not Gibraltar.”

Marquis Zeros Barcel pulls out the sword on his waist.

“You are a heretic born in Gibraltar and an evil spirit. You are trash that is tarnishing the name of Gibraltar.”

He holds up a double-edged sword bigger than a person, which is hard to find anywhere else, with one hand and points it at me, spouting out his anger.

“Isn’t that the Gibraltar you think of?”

It’s an astonishing sound to the listener.

“Just because you were born in Gibraltar, you have to dedicate everything to Nostrum. Well, who would really think that?”

“Everyone!”

“I wish I could get rid of all of them.”

Conversation doesn’t work.

Of course.

“Marquis de Barcel. It must be frustrating, huh?”

Regardless of beliefs, ideologies, or such issues, this is a petty battle of pride.

“The king who gave his alliance is trash, and if the king changes, he will likely be ousted, but there is no proper path to the empire to escape to.”

There is only one way out.

“Give me one chance.”

B.

“If you change your thoughts, everything will change. If you throw away the idea that you will be loyal to Nostrum for the rest of your life just because you were born in Nostrum.”

“…I decided.”

The Marquis of Barcel took out a glass bottle from his pocket

“I will kill you, cut off his head, and present it to you.”

“You’re going to kill me? If you do that, your father won’t let you go?”

“Is that father, not Crimson Gibraltar, the emperor of an empire?”

“…”

Not at all.

“If I die by your hands, the emperor will be sad.”

Was he killed by someone like this?

“For about a day.”

Even if the most perfect successor to him has died, he is not a person without a second choice.

“On the contrary, Crimson Gibraltar will not sit still.”

Hehe. I’ll check that myself.”

Marquis Zeros pours the whitish liquid from the glass bottle into his mouth.

“You’re so proud of yourself for becoming a master at just 18 years old. Today, I’ll show you what a master is.”

“…”

It smells.

The smell of a drug mixed with Caroline and concentrated silver.

For an ordinary human being, it would be a fatal dose due to the heart beating like crazy, but if the Master is able to purify the flow of blood that enters the body-

“Whoa… !”

It becomes the devil’s medicine that improves physical abilities several times.

Hehe…”

“He’s a druggie master.”

Lightly place your hand on the tip of the knife on your waist.

“There’s nothing I hate dealing with more than a drug addict who has lost his temper.”

It would have been polite to say that he attacked with cold anger.

Since the emperor doesn’t fight while drunk, he can at least practice dealing with a master who fights calmly.

“My blood has cooled.”

I feel demotivated.

“Still, I guess I’ll just take a look.”

Already.

“The skills of our half-turned-vampire, Marquis Zeroth Barcel, the first knight commander of the Kingdom of Nostrum.”

I’ve dealt with so many druggie masters.

Does that person know?

‘I don’t know.’

Me.

‘Because it’s a secret that only returnees know.’

How many times have I dealt with Noir, who is drunk, sucks silver, and attacks me?

‘Then, I’m sorry.’

For a moment, I thought about it and let out my anger.

“I wanted to kill him several times, but it just happened to work out.”

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