Gish, who appeared like a warlike battle fanatic with overflowing confidence, eventually went that way.
“You will remain in my mind as a braggart gish.”
Certainly, it was quite different from the other guys, but it ended up being there. Still, it doesn’t seem like it’s all a lie, seeing as he immediately recognized that he imitated the demon he met in the abandoned dungeon.
If the nickname “slaughterer” was real, it might not have been because he killed a lot, but because he killed a little messy. Of course, being a butcher is a job that requires very specialized knowledge, but isn’t that what nicknames are all about?
“Sometimes it’s just as amazing as a sword.”
When I picked up the sword he had left behind and looked at it, I saw that it was in a neat condition with not a single tooth missing even though it had been hit quite a bit. Although the magic shed on the sword was relatively small to strengthen the body, it was very interesting because ordinary swords were about to be smashed with only four or five strikes.
“It’s worthwhile to put up with it so much that you end up wanting to experiment with a little too much magic.”
The feeling of enchanting a sword is similar to turning an ordinary sword into a chainsaw.
I didn’t make it intentionally, but the flowing magic took care of it and took that form. Feeling like a disposable chainsaw that peels off easily when you try to cut something with strong resistance? Of course, cutting power is bound to improve.
Of course, if I had to do it like I did when dealing with the guys I met in the alleyway, the fuel economy was so poor that I fought while reducing the output, but even so, it’s definitely a good sword looking at it like this. For now, as a commemoration, I put the scabbard Gish was wearing roughly around my right waist, and headed for the second floor, stepping on the broken stairs.
I have no intention of relaxing. It would only be a matter of time before all the nobles in the capital would be overthrown by this rootless ruckus. If you don’t kill Envelde before then, you will miss your chance.
Fortunately, it was not difficult to find an office where Envelde would be located, as if all aristocratic mansions were similar. I was thinking of smashing it and going in, but there was no sign of popularity around me, so I decided to go in normally.
Inside the office, Envelde, who was leaning on the office desk with a very depressed expression, greeted me with gloomy eyes. The expression seems to consist of roughly 50% dejection, 30% absurdity, 10% annoyance, 10% anger.
I liked that expression so much that I unknowingly raised my left hand and greeted him warmly.
“Hey Enbelde. Why are you so dead in the evening?”
However, Envelde, having chewed on my well-deserved greeting, began to speak only.
“…That sword. It belongs to Gish.”
“Uh. It’s a pretty good sword.”
“He’s a guy who has a taste for battle, but he won’t let go of his sword until he dies. In the end, it’s a story that he died in your hands.”
“It’s true that he died by my hand, but he dropped his sword before he died?”
I let go because I was trying to make an ambush in a fair way, but it’s actually true. She shrugged her shoulders and corrected her, but Envelde only raised her hands and wiped her face once.
“I’ll give you one last chance, Eldmia. I’m saying this because I highly value you for not leaving a scar even after killing Gish.”
Envelde stood up from her desk, looking straight at me with brown eyes that still had a subtle composure.
“Become my subordinate. The fact that you did everything you killed and did without a single wound means that you are worth more than that. Help me to overthrow Itthiel and become a hero who ended this bloody war.”
He had a very solemn form, so I was wondering what he was going to say, but I couldn’t come to my senses even after coming to this point. While she was speechless because she was dumbfounded, Envelde continued to open her mouth, as if she still had something to say.
“Originally, Ragnis was an outcast, but if you cooperate, of course I won’t do any harm. It’s not difficult to cover up this case. After all, it happened in my mansion. But if you refuse, you’ll have to pay the price.”
In response to that reaction, which was so confident and natural, I took action before thinking.
“Leave a will. Don’t be a jerk.”
Envelde’s eyes, which were still looking at my middle finger with calm eyes, closed.
“Yeah, somehow I thought it would be like you.”
When he opened his eyes again, the composure that remained in his pupils had completely disappeared and only anger toward me was swirling.
“That arrogance is what killed you, Eldmia Ega.”
“Fuck, that word three times today…” I
was so tired of it that I wanted to stop listening to it, but I reflexively tried to reply, but I was shocked and had to shut my mouth.
Not in a psychological sense, but in a real physical sense.
Suddenly, something hit my face, my head turned, and something bumped into my back. It was only after rolling, bumping, and flying without mercy that I didn’t know what was what, and finally I understood what had happened.
“Gish… you fucking lame bastard…!”
It was simple.
Envelde, moving at such a speed that my eyes couldn’t keep up with it, beat me to death.
“What the hell did you believe in saying that wisdom is the strongest…!”
Out of all the physical shocks he had experienced since his previous life, he managed to stay awake in the second largest shock, but his eyes were spinning and tinnitus was heard in his ears. If he hadn’t strengthened his body with the thought of cutting his throat at any time, it was clear that his neck would have been pulled out rather than just broken with the blow.
“I came from the Levien family, trained with the sword, became a knight, and obtained the title of count with only one sword. Did you really think that I was lacking in my own strength and condoning your self-indulgences?”
Still, the concussion is fucking dope. I recognized the envelde approaching me without a hint of haste, but my body did not move at will.
“What on earth did you believe in and be so arrogant? Did you deliberately release it to warn you?”
“Kaak, tweok! Fuck, I’m a little dull on that side of you, bastard.”
What do you do when you release a hundred days? I can’t even feel it.
“It’s said that you have to be at least Sir Ekaf to get a bite.”
It was only after I managed to get myself up that I realized I had broken through the walls of the mansion and had been impaled. Is this at a level that I can do? It’s a bit different from knocking down an iron door, doesn’t it?
“Your mouth is alive until the end.”
“Fuck. It’s just the beginning. What?”
It was good to have trained for years, but the response to the difficulties of these real battles is still insufficient. I wish I would have noticed sooner.
The only thing that stands out is a superior body and magical power, so ordinary modern people who have never been proud of anything shed tears today.
Before that, start with that bastard, George.
“You’re filthy and self-confident. You didn’t even pull out your sword?”
“Do I really need my sword to end your pitiful life? Your sword is enough.”
“Wow, my teeth are also a little bit. I think it’s going to be a little soft when the eyes go back?
I feel like I understand a little bit why people keep their spirits next to them and keep talking when everyone is dying. When I play with my mouth, my head seems to be functioning a little faster.
In fact, it may have been because I felt a threat to my life, but it was okay if I could only move my mind and move my body.
“Let’s see how talented the count is!”
With the confidence that he could control his body to some extent, the distance from Envelde narrowed to the distance between the swords.
Just looking at it, I didn’t get an estimate from fighting like before, so I didn’t care about the maintenance time, I raised my magic power at random, kicked off the pile of collapsed stones, and swung my sword at Envelde’s neck.
“An obvious trick.”
Since I was in a state where I was barely in the gap between the swords, Envelde flirted with me and just slightly leaned back to dodge my sword.
Fortunately, that was exactly what I intended.
“The half-assed guys do that!”
I don’t think it will be a valid hit, but I let go of the sword I swung like throwing a fishing rod to prepare for the next attack.
Because it was Gish’s sword that he pulled out for that purpose. I don’t know if I’d rather block it, but because I only pulled my upper body back to avoid the sword, I had to shake Enbelde’s posture to avoid the sword suddenly flying into my face, and I drew my sword as quickly as possible and swung it toward him.
However, Envelde, whose eyes met in a fleeting moment, was still calm.
In that composure, I felt goosebumps running through my body when I realized that his gaze had followed me, my sword, and Gish’s sword flying beside him.
That alone made me understand what action he was going to take. Sure enough, Enbelde turned her head to avoid the flying sword, grabbed the handle of Gish’s sword that was about to fly past her ear, and swung it like it was natural to block my attack.
– Kaang!
The sword-to-sword comparison seen in movies and cartoons did not follow. Even before the metallic sound went away, the only thing that continued instead was a fight in which counterattack after counterattack followed.
It was one of the things I practiced the hardest in my life, so it was the part I was most confident about, but as soon as I mixed the fifth sword, a sense of crisis came over me.
Envelde was strong. Aurorically and technically.
“I admit it. You must have been arrogant.”
Gish must have felt like this just now. Hearing his calm voice even in the midst of a fierce battle, I really appreciate it.
“But with talent like this, you should have known how to figure out the subject.”
When playing Go or chess pros, there were times when they looked ahead dozens of times and declared defeat, maybe?
I didn’t understand it in the past, but I finally understand it today.
seven times.
I knew that I would be pushed back in exactly the seventh battle.
In the process of blocking the lower part, my sword bounces off, and if Envelde decides, the blade is lodged in my abdomen.
Six times left.
What should I do? What number and how do I have it now?
Five times left.
It is impossible to choose to trust the gauntlet and block the abdomen after placing the sword in advance. It’s not a situation where you can afford to arrange things like that.
four times left.
It’s a dangerous situation even though he’s using the magic that was spilled on the sword. It was clear that an unexpected counterattack would fly if he tried halfway.
three times left.
what i can write what i have now
Twice left.
A superior body, a strong sword, an enchanting gauntlet, and a cursed ring. And…
there’s only one thing left…
-Chang!
Envelde’s sword coiled like a snake caught my sword and escaped my grasp.
And without a chance to look at the sword that bounced on the floor and slid to the end, he said.
“It’s time to pay the price, Eldmia.”
Without an inch of deviation, his sword pierced my abdomen.
never a pleasant feeling. Although the location was different, a cool sensation that was just right for recalling the fucking end of the previous life ran through my nerves.
“Fuck, life.”
How can there be no middle ground in this life?
![Arcane Sniper [Matan’s Shooter]](https://cpunovel.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/arcane-sniper.jpg "Arcane Sniper [Matan’s Shooter]")
