My Villains Episode 390
62. Tactics of Deception (17)
However, the mysterious sword of Pasa disappeared as if it evaporated during the fall of the human figure. It seems that it fulfilled its role by breaking the quasi-dimension of the sword master.
In-young, who was falling, pulled out a sword from her waist in place of the Pasa sword. It is a very familiar sword that might be 50 cm long.
Fu-wook!
The blade of the Ungeom (雲銅), which was pierced like a hawk’s claw, dug deep into the inside of the collarbone of the sword master.
“Heh heh”
The sword master, who had lost an arm and was out of breath, looked up at In-young with a trembling chin.
“why. This is betrayal”
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people whispered something.
The voice filtered out by the mask
had a strange resonance, and it was originally an Eastern language, so I couldn’t understand it
.
Puduk.
The blade of the Ungeom twisted vertically. A stream of blood gushed out. The neck of the Jeongma Swordsman broke.
Inyoung and the Pasa Swordsman looked back at me. At first glance, the subtle fruity scent seemed to pass through the tip of my nose
. .” “Poi.” The mask was pulled upwards, revealing a small, white face. The woman ,
still young, smiled
broadly .
“I missed you.”
”
Me too. No no.”
They hugged my waist tightly with their legs and buried their face in my neck. And took a long deep breath.
“I missed you more. Much more. .”
The warmth I felt in my arms and the fluttering heartbeat were so adorable. I
hugged him tighter. Muggchi made an out of breath sound, ‘uhhh’, but he didn’t separate from me.
Boom!
I wanted to spend more time with Munchi, but The door of the hall was broken and soldiers poured in.
“
Your Excellency Marquis!” “Viscount!”
While the semi-dimensional master sword master was in control, the door, which had not budged like a deep-rooted rock, was broken at once, so the noncommissioned officers and soldiers rushed in. When they found the nobles scattered all over the hall, they made a fuss:
“Bring the stretcher! No, first the potion!”
“Hey, here! Except for a dozen or so knights and soldiers who were attacked by the crowd, everyone was safe. It felt like being trampled by a giant, so I thought few people would be safe
. It looks like he wasn’t under any pressure. Maybe the lord of the sword was concentrating his power on me. He died right away, so there was no way to know the situation. While the sergeant and soldiers were cleaning the hall, I sent a messenger to Ulkar at the west gate
. I let go and sat down in a corner.
“Did you come at the right time? If I was a little late, I could have been in real trouble.”
“It didn’t fit. The magic sword pulled me.”
“Pull? What are you talking about?”
“I arrived at the plateau last night.”
“…what?”
The entrance of the plateau and the high castle here are the western and eastern ends of a province, respectively. It is a distance that can be reached by riding a horse for at least three days.
“The Pasa Sword, the Magic Sword, and the Outer Sword are not three, but one, and can cross the world, because they are divine instruments for another dimension-” It was a rather complicated story. He explained it diligently, even using his hands and feet, and I briefly summarized it.
“…So you’re saying that the Demonic Sword sensed that the Demonic Sword Master was releasing the demonic energy that the Demonic Sword had subjugated?”
“yes yes.”
“Did you follow the guidance of the Pasa Sword and pass through the dimensional rift and arrive at the quasi-dimension of the Magic Sword?”
“yes yes!”
While the group clapped clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clapped, I lost my senses and laughed.
“… Seriously, what kind of guy’s knife even serves as a Portkey?”
“Portkey?”
“No no.”
I shook my head, and a thought flashed through my mind as I looked back at the bundle.
“for a moment. So what about the above? Can the Wei Sword Master also fly here?”
Ungchi hit the hammer without worrying too much.
“The sword outside of Wei is in the desert.”
“…ah. Are you saying it’s too far away? Does teleportation have range?”
“yes yes. He also said that the upper and outer swordsman would not move. too old.”
The guy who put his hamstrings on my thighs and patted his legs quickly added his words as if he was bragging.
“I came because I was close. I ran without resting for a day. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have come.”
“Did you run without a day off?”
“yes. I want to see you soon.”
It’s a straightforward and frank way of speaking like a bunch. It clings to my side and whispers such words, so sweet that I feel like my teeth will rot.
“Good job.
“swimming.”
Before I knew it, my hair, which had been grown to medium length, was tousled. Still, the boy was just babbling with his mouth open.
“Is that why you became a Pasa swordsman? Did everything go well?”
“yes.”
The reason why the bundle that had been sent from Lianwell was able to return after only a month since it left was because the destination was not too far away.
The place Mungchi had been to was Oak Deli, a province to the east of Antrum. The tomb of the former great swordsman was in ‘Oakford’, the capital of that place.
Oakford is—with a little exaggeration—a city just around the corner from the King. On the other hand, it was also a chaotic place because of the incompetent lord, so it was a perfect city for a secret society to have their headquarters. It was not so strange that the previous Pasa Swordsman spent his last years there.
“By the way, did you come alone? Or did you leave it there because it suddenly flew away?”
“Who are you?”
“Who is that, the manager or something, didn’t you have someone attached to you?”
“Chief? Kshan?”
“Was your name Kshan? anyway.”
Unknowingly what he was thinking, Munch showed a bit of a blunt expression.
“I chased you.”
“You kicked me out? why?”
“I didn’t need it and I kept trying to hold it and make it work again.”
“…Hmm. I heard that the master sword master said he was the head of the witch hunt. Shouldn’t the master sword master also be the head of the bank?”
“no.”
The boy shook his head with a resolute expression rarely seen.
“I have a gun.”
“count?”
“A leader among leaders. He is the boss and I am not.”
It seemed like there were complicated circumstances, but I didn’t bother asking. If it’s a bundle, then that’s it.
I didn’t even want to care about the assassin group. If there is something they are missing, they will come to find it on their own, so there is no need for me to worry in advance.
A messenger returned from the gates. When I heard Ul Kar’s orders, I looked back at the bundle.
“I was told to bring the head of the True Demon Sword, is it okay?”
“What?”
“What are you talking about… That bank and the Witch Hunters are like brothers. Aren’t you supposed to do some sort of probation?”
“no. It’s not our business.”
“…okay? Well then, at
least retrieve the magic sword.
“The magic sword is gone.”
“You left? Alone?”
“yes. I was not prepared to pass it on and died and was released.”
“I see…
To my eyes, the corpse of the master of the sword is just a piece of flesh, but I don’t feel any signs, but the mass of the sword master is a little different.
So, is it a failure to acquire the magic sword? It’s a bit unfortunate….
He said that he had a special talent as a ‘real phantom believer’ who came together after hearing from a guy who did something like Kshan, who was said to be the president of Lianwell. Judging from that nuance, that special talent was like a qualification to become a ‘true master of the Three Swordsmen’.
That’s why I thought that Mungchi, who had become a Pasa Sword Master, would become a true Master of the Three Swords by acquiring the Jeongma Sword and the Upper and Lower Sword.
However, seeing that I can’t even retrieve the magic sword right away, I think I’ll have to put my expectations aside for a while.
“But why did you participate in the war if you were the head of that nobleman’s secret society?”
“Kshan said that he coveted the Pasa Sword.”
“You covet the Pasa Sword, so why get involved in the war?”
“You have to get a bank to get the Pasa Sword. Witch hunters are weak, so they need help from a powerful duke to get the bank.”
“o uh……”
The ‘Bank’ of the Kingdom of Milanol, the ‘Witch Hunters’ of the Mitergerand Empire, and the ‘Assassination Cult’ of the Amir Alliance were all separated from the organization called the Three Swords Society.
So I thought they were cooperating with each other, but after listening to Mungchi’s story, it seems that this is not the case.
After cutting off the supply and demand of the magic sword master and witch hunter assassins, they threw them out of the west gate.
“Oh that one.”
“No way…
the soldiers who were on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion stared at the bottom of the castle wall.
Finally, the imperial army was retreating with the sun at their back.
“…Did you win?”
“Yes, I won.”
“The enemy. The enemy has been defeated!”
Wow, the shouts that seemed to burst and the ears continued for a while. It was natural. The long, twenty-hour long struggle has finally come to an end.
Munru, whose battlements were half torn down and soot-soaked, was also filled with joy.
“Hahahaha! Gelan bastards step back, Your Highness!”
“I blocked it.”
The ‘huge’ Sir Ankir burst into laughter even after tearing off two of his left fingers, and the ‘arrogant’ Sir Layam let out a long sigh as he shoved the bloody and greasy sword into the scabbard. ‘Painter’ Sir Hilter lay down on the floor with a drowsy expression, and ‘Birdhawk’ Sir Gisella took off her helmet and brushed her hair.
hmm?”
While everyone showed joy or relief in their own way, there was one guy who couldn’t hide his melancholy.
“Utequai.”
“Phoenix.”
If we were to pick whoever made the greatest contribution to the West Gate, about half of the people gathered here would point to Ulkar, and the other half to Utequai.
The red-skinned giant wielded the ‘Felfire Whip’ and the ‘Hand of Mammon’ in a legendary, or almost mythical, performance. I said that I jumped down the wall four times in total and killed over a hundred enemy soldiers each time.
Originally, when dealing with a monster like this, he would hold it with iron nets and pour heavy crossbows at it, but that method didn’t work for Utequai either. This is because the mysterious tattoo on his shoulder deflected all the arrows.
In the end, the enemies managed to defeat the ‘thunder giant’ only after pushing countless enslaved soldiers and magical soldiers of Alzenberg and pouring attack spells from battle mages tenaciously.
Even so, Utequai quickly recovered and ran amok.
“Why is a guy like that dying like this?”
“…just killing in vain.”
“A vain kill? What are you talking about?”
Splashing the pitcher of water that the poacher Kavas brought over his face, Utequai said in a heavy tone.
“The warriors of Sueatan. It seemed to have no soul.”
“Ah… I guess that persuasion didn’t go well?”
“Not quite like that. It seemed that he did not know the words of the steppe.” Ute Kwai, perched on a boulder, looked the most exhausted I had ever seen.
“All warriors were born and raised in the steppes. You can tell at a glance. Even after hearing the words of longing, there was no change. There was no change in the report of the tribal warrior’s axe.”
If you’re talking about the ax of the tribal warrior, you’re referring to the ax you got from the ‘thunderbolt’ Shukkasle.
“A man named Viceroy Burcard did this.
It ate away the spirit of a noble warrior and polluted his soul.”
The brainwashing carried out by the Alzenberg Viceroyal Family (副王家) was a terrible thing to anyone.
There are some madmen who say what’s wrong with the subject being a heretic. However, since those guys are literally just some of them, and they’re members of the Kwangmyeong Church, it’s hard to see the act of manipulating the mind with drugs and magic.
“It’s not King Burcard, it’s the devil. Your mother will punish you.”
The hollow eyes burned quietly.
He didn’t yell or blush, but his anger was clearer than ever.
I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so I quietly patted him on the shoulder.
Even as the knights and soldiers cheered, Prince Ulkar stood tall on the gatehouse and quietly watched as the enemy gathered their troops and retreated.
That watchful eye was withdrawn only after the Imperial army had disappeared beyond Zelntri.
“It’s a victory, Your Highness.”
“…Right. It is thanks to the hard work of the Lords.”
Was it because her long silver hair was covered in dust and lost its luster? Conversely, the prince’s smile shone even brighter.
“You worked hard, everyone.”
The faces of those gathered at Moonruu, perhaps stained with that beautiful smile, also brightened up.
“No, Your Highness.”
“What have we done? It is only thanks to Your Highness’ leading.”
“Thank you very much. Actually, I thought so too.”
The knights burst into laughter at Ulkar’s joke.
“Thanks to everyone’s strong perseverance, we passed the first hurdle. The time for the counterattack that everyone has been waiting for-”
As the prince, who had said that, stumbled as if he had stumbled, the knights rushed towards him in surprise.
” majesty.”
“Are you okay?”
“…well I’m fine. I was just dizzy for a moment.”
After defeating Lord Gisella, who held his arm with a pale face, Ulkar smiled to reassure his men.
“I’ll leave the cleanup here to Sir Lyam and Sir Hendry.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“I take orders.”
“Let’s go to the inner sanctuary for the rest. I’ll introduce you to the strategy I’ve prepared.”
The prince, who was walking slowly amidst the anxious gazes of the knights, blinked several times while narrowing his brows.
And Ulkar’s body disintegrated.
“My Highness!”
As the unconscious prince fell to the floor, six or seven hands held him.
“Take me to the cathedral! right now!”
“Oh Lord.”
Surprised, the knights and officers rushed to Andal-Bi Ren, wrapping Lord Ankir tightly on the back of the prince.
The soldiers at the west gate, who had been so excited to see the imperial army withdrawing, shut their mouths at the sight.
“…What’s going on?”
“The prince has collapsed.”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t know either.”
An ominous hum spread among the victorious soldiers.
