Episode 112
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“… … I am just a monster hunter.”
Monster Hunter Drake answered.
“As for how much that sword is worth, the price the Count of Saxony calls it would be more accurate.”
Pretend to be indifferent.
“Where did you get this sword?”
“I just happened to get it by luck.”
“… … .”
Dale suppressed a burst of laughter.
‘Because I’m lucky? That can’t be.’
As an S-rank adventurer named ‘Faceless’, I remember when he brought this magic sword.
The sight of him nonchalantly holding a dark artifact that even a 5th circle black magician would not be able to handle.
He pretends to be humble and does not reveal himself carelessly.
The continent’s greatest monster hunter who doesn’t use the power of mana.
In many ways, he was no ordinary man.
“I will send someone to the Adventurer’s Guild and have the money paid to Lord Drake.”
Dale continues, pulling out the handle of the ‘Kia’ knife that was stuck vertically in the floor.
“If you are not satisfied with the amount, please feel free to let me know.”
“How could that be?”
Monster Hunter Drake bowed his head politely.
“I am honored that His Majesty the Count of Saxony is pleased with you.”
“… … .”
After a few brief exchanges, Dale turned away.
As the ruler of the Demon King’s Territory, he left behind the awe-inspiring title of Viscount Saxony and the ‘Black Prince’.
In Dale’s hand was the Demon Sword of Hunger… …the hilt of the sword ‘Hunger’.
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That night.
It was when Dale was checking the work of the Demon King’s Commandery in the castle office late into the night.
“Dale.”
With a knock, a woman with a beauty that shone coldly like crystal was revealed.
A 6th circle elf wizard with two ears standing out between sapphire colored hair.
“Master.”
“You were working this late.”
At Sepia’s worried voice, Dale smiled in the dim light of the lamp.
“Did I bother you?”
“No way.”
Dale shook his head.
There was a brief silence, and at the end of it Sepia spoke.
“You’re really growing up nicely.”
As Dale grew older, it was hard to find the childish look he had when I first saw him.
“Thank you, Master.”
Dale smiled silently at Sepia’s smile that did not hide her happiness.
“Have I become a man worthy of my master now?”
After laughing, he asked back in a pretended mischievous tone.
“That, that’s what makes him still a child.”
In the darkness, Sepia’s cheeks turned a peach color for a moment.
“Still… … that’s fortunate.”
Sepia continues, trying to push aside her embarrassment.
“When I first saw you at the age of nine, and realized your talent.”
As the Empire’s greatest genius, Dale’s talent is in its own right.
Sepia still couldn’t forget the ‘Ice Bolt’ that Dale first showed her.
The golden ratio of military decoration, the killing power beyond that accumulated by those who devoted their entire lives to the battlefield.
A talent for killing people.
“In your appearance, I saw the shadow of a certain ‘monster’ I know.”
“… … .”
“Do you know about the warrior from the other world?”
At those words, Dale held his breath.
“I was dragged into a world I knew nothing about and raised as an imperial hunting dog for my entire life──.”
After swallowing, Dale answered.
“I know that after the hunt was over, he was abandoned like a dog.”
“okay.”
Sepia nodded without denying anything.
“What a pitiful monster it was.”
“… … !”
Sepia’s next words were an unexpected sympathy that even Dale had not expected.
“At the same time, he was the undisputed ‘god of carnage.’”
God of Carnage.
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“I still can’t forget the hell he showed me.”
Dale didn’t answer right away.
“Why did that man’s shadow overlap me?”
After a moment of silence, he asked back as if it were someone else’s business.
“Well.”
Sepia didn’t answer right away, but trailed off.
A talent for killing people.
At first glance, it may seem like an incredibly great talent, but surprisingly, there are countless people in this world who have the ‘talent for killing’.
Wasn’t it because the knight sharpened his sword right away to kill people better?
In that context, Charlotte’s talent with the sword would not be much different.
“He had something ‘special’ that set him apart from ordinary strong people.”
Sepia said.
Something special that sets them apart from ordinary strong people.
“I’m not sure how to explain it exactly, I’m not sure.”
“… … .”
“I just felt the ‘specialness’ he had from the talent you had.”
Dale swallowed his breath in surprise.
“Now I can be sure.”
After saying that, Sepia smiles as if there’s nothing to worry about.
“At least you won’t misuse that ‘specialness’ like that man did.”
Without thinking, the urge to reveal my identity rose up in my throat.
But Dale didn’t do that. No, he couldn’t.
“Because Sepia was by my side.”
Dale answered.
“… … Didn’t I promise to stay by your side?”
Sepia smiled shyly, and Dale smiled back silently.
“thank you.”
I immediately got up from my seat and left behind the desire to embrace Sepia.
In the twilight created by the lamp, I recall that white and dark winter night.
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Dale gets his hands on his new artifact, the beloved sword ‘Kia’, and some time later.
An unexpected giant that we could never have imagined has come to the Northern Demon King’s Territory.
The castle of the Viscount of Saxony, the ruler of the Demon King’s Territory.
“It’s so nice to see you again.”
Right there in the convention hall, an unforgettable blond beauty bowed her head politely.
“Michael of Lancaster, here I meet the ‘Black Prince’… … no, the Viscount of Saxony.”
A gold surcoat with the emblem of the House of Lancaster, a red and white rose, fluttering in the wind.
Cruel nobility.
“Prince Michael.”
Dale also rose from his throne and bowed his head respectfully.
“Thank you for taking such a difficult step.”
“No way.”
Michael of Lancaster laughed.
With his hand resting on the hilt of the sword, which was hung diagonally on his sword belt.
But Mikhail didn’t even have time to draw his sword.
“… … !”
Two female knights rushed to Dale’s side.
Lady Black, Charlotte the Black.
A female knight who is the disciple of the swordsman Helmut Blackbear and the daughter of the divine swordsman, and who is fully displaying her talents.
Lady Shadow, virgin Aurelia.
A knight who has abandoned ‘chivalry’ and been reborn as a thorough assassin through the teachings of Master Baro.
Two female knights, armed with black armor, aimed their swords at Mikhail’s neck and chest without even giving him a chance to draw his sword.
The pitch-black Auror Blade in Charlotte’s hand, and the blood-red Auror Blade in Aurelia’s hand.
“Both of you, put away your swords.”
But Dale soon reached out and stopped the two knights.
“You have some truly trustworthy knights.”
Mikhail is also unmoving, and just smiles without even moving an inch.
“I still can’t forget that day, my defeat at Fight Club.”
Mikhail continues with a smile.
“Leaving that day’s defeat behind, I continued to sharpen my sword… … and waited for the day when I would face the sword and magic of the Confucius.”
Sling.
“Again, may I ask the Count of Saxony for a few lessons?”
Mikhail drew his sword.
The knight’s sword, which had no features at all, scattered pale frost.
“… … !”
At the same time, Dale held his breath upon seeing the sword.
How could I forget?
It is not a mere counterfeit product that projects thoughts by tracing memories.
The undisputed original was there.
Mediator of peace.
The warrior’s beloved sword, Peacemaker… …sprays frost from Mikhail Lancaster’s hands.
“You seem to know something about this sword.”
Mikhail responded in surprise, realizing Dale’s annoyance.
“It would be quicker to start by looking for those who don’t know about the sword’s reputation.”
Dale answered with a mocking grin.
How did that sword end up in this man’s hand? No, finding the answer wasn’t difficult.
The Archduke of Lancaster, who pledged his allegiance to the Empire long before the Empire revealed its ambitions.
As one of the Empire’s war heroes, it would not be surprising that the Heavenly Sword Archduke Lancaster would be bestowed with the ‘Hound’s Sword’, and that his son would have it.
“That’s just the right thing to do.”
Dale smiled as he rose from his throne in the Saxon Viscount’s Palace.
Accepting Mikhail’s request for a duel on the spot.
“I also just got my hands on a new sword.”
“Hoo.”
That day, I stopped the artifact’s rampage and obtained the pitch-black magic sword.
Dale pulled out the hilt of the ‘Kia’ sword that hung askew on his sword belt.
The pitch-black blade, reminiscent of the Black Sword of the House of Saxony, scattered a dark and ominous chill.
The ‘shadow cloak’ disguised as a black surcoat began to flutter madly.
That day, it was Dale who achieved victory at Fight Club.
Strictly speaking, the victory that day was not a victory achieved purely through skill.
And how much time has passed since that day?
Growing up is not something that happens to just one person. But even within the days that are given equally, that doesn’t mean that the speed of growth is the same.
That’s why.
He raised his head, leaving behind the two knights who seemed worried and tried to stop Dale.
“You’d better be prepared.”
Dale fixed the handle of the ‘Kia’ knife.
It is a duel that does not unfold the world of avatars or ideas like before, but is played out as part of the entertainment.
However, the duel between two strong men was by no means a mock duel in the easy-to-understand form.
A showdown where a moment of carelessness could lead to death.
“It seems like you got your lost arm back that day.”
Mikhail said, absentmindedly looking at Dale’s arm holding the sword.
“Oh, that’s impossible.”
But Dale shook his head and laughed at those words.
The arm that was sacrificed that day to secure victory in the finals of Fight Club.
Contrary to popular belief, losing a few limbs is not a big deal, at least by the standards of the Black Tower.
It’s not a big deal to repair a few pieces of your body with the Black Tower’s technology.
nevertheless.
“I, too, still can’t forget the pain of that day.”
“… … !”
Dale’s arm, holding ‘Kia’, began to take on a black light, as if blending in with the darkness of the sword.
The arm of shadow.
If you put your mind to it, it’s not difficult to restore your arm using the Black Tower’s techniques.
But that wasn’t done.
It wasn’t something that couldn’t be done.
Rather, it was during his stay in Guild City that he finally understood the value of the ‘shadow prosthetic hand’ that had been reborn as part of Dale’s body.
Dale’s shadow prosthetic arm began to disperse darkness by uniting with the magic sword ‘Kia’.
Dale’s old beloved sword, Peacemaker, in the hands of Michael Lancaster, radiated the light of peace.
The power that lies in the original’s strength, not an imitation that mimics its power by tracing memories and projecting thoughts.
Above the great hall of the Saxon countship, Michael Lancaster kicked the ground.
At the same time, Dale’s ‘Shadow Cloak’ fluttered, submerging the area into a lake of darkness.
