Episode 270
The crowd went wild.
It was a match that kept the palms of your hands sweating as attacks came in ceaselessly, seemingly unstoppable and yet sure to land a blow.
The crowd continued to chant.
The atmosphere was even more heated than before.
The crowd roared and Nettu swung.
It seemed as if he was going along with the mood, but it wasn’t the sword-wielding Netu.
For a moment, the sword stops.
Roman, who had been avoiding everything, naturally took three or four steps back.
In Roman’s ears like that.
“What are you?”
Netu’s angry voice stuck in.
“You little shit, did you come to dance?”
It wasn’t just the voice.
Netu’s expression was murderous.
“Is that a black ornament? It’s called the 6th Circle, and Post Beckerman. Look how arrogant that little brat is.”
Slowly, Roman’s expression changed.
The process of his expression, which seemed to be thinking deeply about something, slowly changing into a blank expression as if dust was scattering away, was quite natural.
“just now.”
Netu’s expression distorted at Roman’s voice.
As if nothing happened.
Because it was an emotionless voice.
“You said Thanos.”
“so?”
“I was thinking about the sword he swung, and how to stop it.”
Gradually, Roman’s voice began to fill with emotion.
Of course, it wasn’t a good feeling.
“But I can’t find the answer. I think I’ll have to try it myself to find out. So I’m sorry.”
“……what?”
“I didn’t mean to ignore you. I just couldn’t calm down.”
Roman slowly took his stance.
A rather luxurious longsword hanging to one side. A curious posture with the body turned to the side.
Roman’s eyes, which had been maintaining that posture, gradually began to sink.
“I’ll say it again, I didn’t mean to ignore you, so please don’t misunderstand.”
Netu gritted his teeth.
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Should I say that something feels strange?
I could definitely feel the sincerity, but something felt strange.
Strength enters the hand holding the sword.
Naturally.
Nettu kicked the seat. The distance narrowed and arms swung.
Even as a giant sword rips through the air and flies towards Roman.
Roman remained silent.
Why are you just sitting there?
Just when a natural question crossed Netu’s mind.
Netu doubted his eyes.
light.
There was light.
A ray of light.
It stretched out like a flash of lightning.
Phew-!
Nettu had a gut feeling.
He said that he cut the black air he was holding.
And now something has pierced my psyche.
Roman’s voice is heard in Nettu’s ears.
“Ignoring is ignoring. You are not my opponent. You are not worth ignoring. Let me emphasize this once more.”
Slowly, my mind becomes hazy.
Even as Neto lost consciousness, Roman’s voice continued.
“I hope there was no misunderstanding. And.”
Roman’s face, faintly smiling, is visible through Netu’s blurry gaze.
“It was nice meeting you.”
Roman’s eyes were not looking at Netu.
Beyond that.
Thanos, as mentioned earlier, was in there.
Netu, who was losing consciousness, thought only up to that point.
no.
I thought of one more thing.
Dog, puppy.
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Roman Stewart.
My impression of him was neat.
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“That guy is funny.”
-Why? What did you say?
The words Roman whispered in the ear of a student named Netu.
Those last words were almost a whisper.
It was natural that few people heard it, as cheers were echoing all around.
There won’t be anyone else besides Nana, Beckerman, and Angela Hell, who’s wearing a hood over her head, and Tem-Samit and others who are of the Master level.
“I didn’t say anything. Don’t worry about it.”
There was no need to tell me.
Naturally, Cell and Charlotte tilted their heads, but for the time being, they didn’t care.
What should I say about this?
Before his regression, the little boy named Jack Stewart had clearly said that he didn’t like his ‘father’, but that he needed him.
I guess I can say that this makes a little bit of sense.
His talent is impeccable.
The talent for mana and the talent for swordsmanship that will easily take the Master position. Both are outstanding.
But personality. Hmm.
Strangely similar to me.
I think he’s somewhere between arrogance and confidence, really. I know he’s very talented, but he seems quite different from my older sister.
“Can you win?”
It wasn’t a question for Cell and Charlotte.
This is what he said to Thanos, who was watching the game after drinking a bottle of potion after the game.
The guy didn’t hesitate for even a second.
“Yes. I think we can win.”
He said this.
Then it’s done.
I nodded and glanced up at the sky naturally.
It’s getting darker and darker, and it feels like the moon will rise soon.
hmm.
By the way, did I bring the teacher’s clothes?
Chapter 7
A little early.
At 6:24 p.m., I entered the Ishmael royal palace with my Master.
Since it was a familiar road, I told the driver who offered to show me the way that I would just walk on my own, and I just wandered around the hallway.
There’s more to see here than you might think.
Look at this weapon.
This is a Kukri, that is a Morningstar, but who uses one these days?
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And that long, awl-like rapier over there.
Now that I think about it, in my previous life, I killed all the dragons in the Demon Forest.
There was a time when I cut off all the guys’ heads and skewered them and walked around with them. Looking at that suddenly reminds me of the old days.
The skewer I used back then was exactly like that rapier.
Anyway, I felt this before, but the royal palace is almost like a weapons museum.
At that moment, I felt a strange presence.
As soon as I turned my head, he tilted his head.
There were four women staring at me.
But strangely enough, I felt like I knew who one of them was.
Ishmael’s queen.
Camilla Ismael.
Her maiden name was Camilla Panamero.
How do I know this? Aveiro told me.
I slowly examined Camilla Ismael’s attire.
The clothes she was wearing were, to put it bluntly, extravagant to the point of making her mouth drop open.
Expensive blood diamonds were embedded throughout, and her arms and legs were also adorned with bracelets and anklets made of gemstones, perhaps to add a touch of antiquity.
Let me be honest.
For a king of a country, he looks very cheap.
My older sister doesn’t wear jewelry like that and just wears a few clothes she buys at the market. Why is that lady like that?
And the three women next to her, though not as much as the queen, were adorned with quite expensive jewels.
Four women staying in the palace.
If you can’t guess who it is, you should just go out and die.
I didn’t know it would look like this.
I was just about to open my mouth to say a quick hello.
“why.”
Missed the player.
Queen Camilla frowns and looks at me as if she is very displeased with something.
“Why don’t you bow your head before me?”
I ended up wiping my face.
Look at this.
You?
“This lowly thing dares to raise its head before me, the queen.”
Then he glared at the three or four knights next to him.
“What are you doing? If you don’t make him kneel right now.”
It says this.
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What’s even funnier is that the knights who heard that said this.
“insect-!!”
I’m going crazy, for real.
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Camilla Ismael wasn’t smart.
But that doesn’t mean he was stupid.
He knew about Jack Valantier.
Because I heard a lot of information from my father and the second most powerful man in the country, the Duke of Panamero.
Jack Valantier. He is strongly believed to have studied black magic, and is said to be of a level that is by no means low.
He is also very skilled at handling a sword, but he is just a kid who is wearing the facade of a hero. If you put it nicely, he is a messenger of Rommel Assenble, the ruler of the continental battlefield and Teslan. If you put it badly, he is just a brat who has been raised to be spoiled. That is what I knew.
He visited the palace.
Previously, Samit had sent everyone out of the palace, so I had no idea what was said or what happened.
The four bodyguards escorting Samit were also very tight-lipped, so asking them was pointless.
But now.
What a great situation has been created.
In Teslan, the weakest of the weak nations, a student from there does not show courtesy to the queen of the Ishmael Kingdom, the strongest of the kingdoms?
It was a very good twist.
Politics has always been about exploiting weaknesses as much as possible to gain advantage, that is, political legitimacy. Unfortunately, the queen committed suicide.
“What a funny lady.”
Jack laughs in vain, as if he can guess what the Queen is thinking.
“Personally, there was a line like this in a novel I read that I found interesting.”
Jack takes a step.
The knights surrounding the queen rush in.
That’s a pre-planned move.
But Jack still just smiles as he looks at it.
Did he just laugh, he didn’t stop talking.
“If you try something to achieve something, humbly accept the consequences when it fails.”
Valentine, sitting on Jack’s shoulder, stared at Jack with strange eyes.
That sentence.
It’s one of the lines from the novel Death Knight, and it was one of the things Valentine used to say to others a long time ago.
Jack reached out.
The neck of an approaching knight is caught in Jack’s hand.
Boom-!
The neck is just broken.
After that, Jack naturally turned his body to the side and lifted his knees.
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Phew-!!
“Cough-!”
After hitting the knight in the stomach.
He just lowered his elbow.
Kwajijik-!!
“Kkung-!”
The knight dies with his spine broken.
There were three people in total, but only two came running.
Where is the other one?
Jack could see, his head raised.
The one remaining person just stood there with the same blank expression as he had been running towards me.
He kicked the seat right away.
Naturally, all the mana was transferred to Jack’s fist, and that fist.
Pfft …
Kwaaaaang-!!
He struck back at the knight who was standing there blankly.
The knight must have screamed just before being struck, but the sound of the leather drum popping was so loud that it drowned out the scream.
Naturally, the knight who flew over the wall met his death.
A very vain death.
What’s even more surprising is…
“… … All of them were 8-circle mana users… …?”
As the queen said, all three were 8th circle mana users.
But what does that mean?
It may not mean anything to other people, but it means nothing to me.
This lady didn’t know that, and the three ladies next to her didn’t know either.
That’s all.
