Episode 138
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Margrave Hermann.
Brantley Hermann was dazed, oblivious to all this.
It’s a situation where you can’t help but be dumbfounded.
There was a man.
In the man’s hand was a longsword as tall as himself.
The numerous drops of blood on the longsword were so red that they were sticky.
The owner of those bloody pools is sprawled out on the floor.
That number.
There are easily hundreds.
This is the main building of this writer.
The massive main building, a sort of manor house that had been newly built in the architectural style of the Tulcan Empire, was soaked in blood.
And the one who made it happen, this situation is right in front of us.
I was dazed.
What the heck is this… … ?
“You seem to have no sense of reality. Do you not know who I am?”
At those words, I suddenly came to my senses.
When I looked closely at the man, I noticed that his appearance was quite strange.
Maybe it was because of the atmosphere and situation, but I couldn’t see it clearly before, but the voice was really soft.
Her appearance was also quite young.
just.
It looks difficult.
Age is at most 15 years old.
Slightly taller than other children of the same age.
Beyond that, there’s something familiar about the appearance.
“This kid is funny. You don’t even know the face of the guy you were trying to kill? You tried to kill him without knowing?”
I came to my senses after leaving home.
The dull eyes take in the situation.
Brantley Hermann realized.
“Jack… … Valantier?”
Then the man holding the blood-stained sword frowns.
“Valanti… … I really hate that name. It’s a name I decided to throw away, but I keep calling it, so I’m starting to feel attached to it.”
Brantley was creeped out by the sight of him leisurely swinging his longsword through the air, licking away the blood.
That’s ridiculous.
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The massacre at the academy.
I believed that was what General Rommel had done.
The Alaves Adventurer’s Guild is exceptional in terms of information.
I synthesized the information and circumstances you provided and came to my own conclusion.
That wasn’t it.
Jack Valantier.
The guy was real.
A 7th Circle Inspector and an excellent student who never missed the top spot while attending the academy.
Brantley Hermann didn’t even think about drawing his sword at this moment.
Also, I never thought about raising my mana.
A sense of disconnect from reality.
Those who know see as much as they know, and those who don’t know see as much as they don’t know.
Brantley knows.
How ridiculous this is.
“Loss of previous experience? I’m slow at grasping situations, but I have a pretty good feeling about it. But.”
Jack Valantier burst into laughter.
He swung his longsword just like that.
Crunch-!
One arm rose into the sky.
An arm cleanly cut off from the shoulder blade.
That was Brantley’s right-hand man.
“It’s too late. What does it matter now?”
behindhand.
“Kwaaak-!”
Brantley screamed, but Jack ignored him.
accurately.
Rather than ignoring him, it just seemed like he had a lot to say.
“Did you raise your children poorly? That could be the case.”
Jack was sincere.
Seriously, I was talking.
“Filled with a sense of superiority? That doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you pick on kids and beat them with sticks. That’s possible. They’re kids. If you beat them the same way and educate them the same way, they can change. They’re kids.”
Jack wiped the blood off his longsword and slowly lowered his gaze.
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Brantley sits down, holding his severed arm.
Jack’s gaze looking down at him.
It was cold and hot.
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It was also cold and chill.
“But, the fact that he hired an assassin to kill me was something I couldn’t overlook. That’s why he died.”
“What… what?”
“Your son, that’s the time to do it, and it’s dead.”
“This…
Only then does strength appear in Brantley’s eyes, who had seemed to have given up on everything.
But what does that mean?
“If you did something that deserves death, you should die. I saved your life once, and gave you a chance, so you should have learned to live on your own. The same goes for you.”
“… … What… … ?”
“I have no history of sparing even a single bastard who messed with me. To be honest, I never imagined something like this. You know why?”
“… … .”
“Those who lived ‘back then’ knew. What would happen if they messed with me, and if they got involved with me? What would happen to the assassin if they sent an assassin to kill me, and what would happen to the guy who hired the job? They knew that if a group came forward to kill me, everyone in that group would be wiped out of the world within a day. There’s only one difference. The way the guys from ‘back then’ and the guys from ‘now’ perceive the existence of ‘me’ is just that one difference.”
Jack was sincere.
Will you do the same thing in this life as you did in your past life?
To commit such massacres and continue to create enemies.
To be honest, it’s tiring work.
It was a tiring job, so Jack restrained himself whenever possible.
Necessary massacres and unnecessary massacres.
Jack was clearly distinguishing between the two.
When I first met Aveiro.
Why did you threaten Aveiro?
When I met the leader of the continental battlefield.
Why did he reveal his true power in front of Jangju?
If possible.
Because I really didn’t want to commit massacre if possible.
People in that position can at least make reasonable judgments and distinguish between shit and soybean paste.
They were all true and solid facts.
“I didn’t go directly to Hermann.”
A black aura began to flow out from Jack’s body.
An aura similar to the black aura that completely enveloped this vast mansion.
Brantley felt it.
This guy is truly a monster.
“But you don’t do that. It’s always like that with kids like you, you have to experience it once, get burned once to know if it’s shit or soybean paste. But you probably won’t have that chance again.”
At that moment, Jack’s longsword swung once more.
Phew-!
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Brantley’s left shoulder.
Above the heart and below the collarbone.
Jack’s longsword is neatly embedded in that border.
“You will be kicked out of this place, and the name Hermann will disappear from the continent as of today. Countless people like you will use you as a warning. That’s what they call an example. Take comfort in that. Even though you’ve lived a life of trash, you’ve done something of value to the world.”
An enraged Brantley Hermann belatedly raises his mana.
7 circles.
Even though one arm was cut off, the heart is still intact.
Even though the longsword was stuck in, the heart was missed.
Brantley felt that this moment was a golden opportunity that would never come again.
Jack Valantier, who seems to have completely seized the opportunity to let his guard down.
Even though my right arm was blown off, my left arm is still alive.
Jack Valanti probably doesn’t know.
The fact that Brantley Hermann is left-handed.
At that moment, as he was drawing up his mana and about to swing his left arm, Jack twisted his sword as if he had been waiting for it.
Crunch-!!
“……uh?”
Brantley sees an arm, severed from the shoulder blade as before, rising into the sky.
It was like deja vu.
“I told you I’d give you five minutes.”
Jack, who had cut off both of Brantley Herman’s arms, stuck his longsword into the ground.
“I wish I had spent those five minutes reuniting with my remaining family.”
What on earth are you trying to do?
Brantley wondered about that even at this moment.
Jack let go of the sword grip and raised his right arm straight up.
And then, a strange energy ripples from his hands again.
At the same time, Jack said,
“[Animated Dead]”
Paaaaat-!!
Hermann closed his eyes as black smoke burst out from Jack’s hand.
That overwhelming aura.
Because that strange energy, the source of which was unclear, did not allow me to dare look at it.
I closed my eyes like that, and about 5 seconds passed.
I opened my eyes slowly.
Even now, he wondered if he was still alive, but that thought quickly disappeared.
Because something absurd was happening right before my eyes.
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Crunch!
A severed arm writhes in a pool of blood.
Next.
Huhu-
A corpse’s body was cut diagonally, and white breath was rising from its mouth.
Crunch!
A corpse, split in half, stood up, holding onto a pool of blood with both hands.
Crunch!
Crash-!!
Huh-!
“Nonsense… … That’s impossible.”
Brantley Hermann’s voice was too small.
So much so that Jack, who was right in front of him, couldn’t hear.
but.
“What… … What is it!! What is this!!”
“Poem… … The corpse, came back to life?”
It was not the knights of the still living Marquis Hermann.
They all step back in fear.
Hundreds of dead corpses.
That’s it, as if it were alive.
I opened my eyes as if I wasn’t dead yet.
Walking.
While breathing.
Who wouldn’t be scared?
In that chaotic battlefield, Jack spoke slowly.
“This is what they teach at the academy.”
Jack slowly lowers his blackened hands.
All the survivors’ gazes turned to his mouth.
“Black magic should be rejected… … Those who practice black magic are unclean and unworthy of association… … This is ridiculous. It’s ridiculous that those who have never even experienced black magic can make such judgments.”
His tone sounded like he was smiling, but Jack wasn’t smiling.
Just a cold expression.
“A monster who can become a one-man army all by himself, and end a war all by himself. That’s what a ‘necromancer’, the pinnacle of black magic, can do. So consider it an honor.”
Jack slowly raises his hand.
“The fact that you can experience the real black magic of a necromancer.”
As I said before, Jack didn’t laugh.
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But, looking at Jack, Brantley felt like Jack was smiling.
Could this be a hallucination?
Next.
Jack said.
“[Kill them all. Not a single one left out.]”
The power of words.
A verbal command.
The promise of language.
As soon as Jack finished speaking, the corpses began to run madly towards the surrounding ‘creatures’.
That too.
While using mana.
“You messed with someone you shouldn’t have messed with.”
Brantley Hermann wholeheartedly agreed with that statement.
I was stupid and rushed.
Why didn’t I think wisely?
Why did I simply think that the person who organized the Academy was General Rommel?
Even though I had experienced countless times that the Tulcan Empire’s intelligence power was beyond imagination, I should have been suspicious of what needed to be suspected.
We failed to do so, and the results are now before our eyes.
Brantley could only stare blankly.
The knight who came to me earlier with an anxious expression, saying that Jack Valantier had fallen from the sky.
Felix walks in, holding his own severed head in one hand and a sword in the other.
The sword in his hand.
Go up to the sky.
The severed head smiles with a grotesque expression.
Until the moment when the sword came down on Brantley’s head.
Brantley regretted it.
I shouldn’t have touched it.
