Ch 165
“B-b-buddy━”
Rona and Pien were so surprised that their language skills temporarily deteriorated.
What kind of debauched and debauched woman is this!?
The sudden appearance of the woman’s impulsive behavior was too stimulating for the two innocent women who prided themselves on knowing nothing of impure acts.
A former Jinjo and nymphomaniac, but anyway.
“Wow, Lisir. How bold… huh? Yeah. More impressive than I thought?”
“Have you been very lonely while staying here? To make a promise to let a strange woman undress you at any time.”
The two looked at Lisir and created beautiful smiles.
Their expressions were smiling, but their eyes were not.
The two thoroughly put aside the thought of ‘I gritted my teeth and treated him like a child （man）-‘ and only showed pure contempt.
Lisir, who had suddenly become the debauchee of the era who seduced his two friends’ Master, hurriedly waved his hands.
“Ah, no. Everyone, that’s not it━”
He was flustered and asked Dwen for help with his gaze.
“…”
But Dwen couldn’t meet his gaze and turned her head away.
It was the appearance of a woman conscious of a man, no matter who looked at it.
“I’m sorry. As you can see, I’m still conscious of you, but separately, I think I’m ready. More than anything. I don’t want to keep you waiting any longer. It must be hard for you to endure any longer, too. I want to give you the price you mentioned back then as soon as possible.”
Following that, a series of meaningful statements were spoken calmly.
Whirr.
Eventually, the two women’s eyes lit up.
“Ah.”
Was it said that you should mix truth to achieve effective agitation?
Dwen’s statement, which had no falsehoods but was full of potential for misunderstanding.
Where should I start correcting this?
“Lisir?”
In this atmosphere.
Lisir’s vision went dark.
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“Ah~ I knew it.”
“I had a feeling that would happen. Don’t you think so, Rona?”
“I know, right. Lisir is a Gentleman, isn’t he? He’s not the kind of debauched man who would hit on a friend’s Master.”
Rona and Pien laughed playfully.
As if they knew that this incident was nothing.
…It was what happened after 10 minutes of persuasion that risked Lisir’s soul.
His back was already soaked with cold sweat.
It could be said to be the biggest crisis he had faced recently.
“By the way, an abomination has turned into a Relic… Well, if it falls into your hands, it usually turns out that way.”
Rona chuckled as she looked at Dwen’s Left Hand.
In that smile of complete understanding, there was a strange sense of empathy.
Dwen expressed surprise at Rona’s calm appearance.
The Hero’s party, including Dwen herself, had experienced tremendous confusion before accepting the bizarre phenomenon of ‘abomination’s relicization’.
To Dwen, Rona’s immediate acceptance was quite surprising.
“It must be difficult to accept easily. You seem to be used to this kind of thing.”
“Should I say I’m used to it.”
I was an nymphomaniac, but I became a Saint.
Rona looked at Lisir and burst into a silly laugh.
“Then, is your hand completely okay?”
Pien, who had been carefully watching Dwen’s Left Hand since earlier, said.
“Yes. At least as far as I can feel, I feel that I am ready to separate it.”
Actually-
Dwen said that and continued the story.
“On the one hand, I also hesitate.”
“Is there another problem?”
Lisir asked worriedly.
Dwen answered while avoiding his gaze.
“It’s because I can’t guarantee how I’ll react to the contact with you that might occur during the separation process. It’s my first time being so conscious of a specific man. So, originally, I was going to try to get rid of this with my own strength without your help. But. I stop right before that. I never figured out the exact reason━ maybe my subconscious is subtly hoping for contact with you.”
Rona and Pien put those words in their heads and processed them once.
The words that a woman with a serious atmosphere laid out calmly in a serious tone.
If those words were interpreted explicitly, it would be like this.
-It’s something I can solve on my own, but I’m looking forward to contacting you, so I deliberately asked you.
Rona and Pien’s expressions twisted with confusion.
This woman.
Is she debauched, or is she sincere?
She maintained a serious and sincere attitude but acted in a way that was not, so the discrepancy was enough to cause cognitive distortion in the other person.
“Then… shouldn’t you try to do it yourself without borrowing this person’s power…?”
Pien carefully suggested to Dwen.
“…”
Dwen pondered Pien’s words for a moment and then nodded.
“That’s a valid point.”
And then, just as she was about to take off the gloves on her Left Hand without hesitation-
That serious expression became tainted with seduction.
“…”
She looked at her hand and fell into thought.
“Actually, I think I need to think about it a little more. I’m sorry Lisir, Miss Pien, Miss Eron. I ended up taking up your time for nothing.”
With that, Dwen left the place with her gaze fixed on her hand.
Pien and Rona looked at Dwen’s receding figure with suspicious faces.
Should we be caution about that or not.
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After parting with Dwen.
Lisir headed to Goose Manor as planned with Pien and Rona.
“Oh. It definitely feels lively, doesn’t it?”
That was the impression Lisir soon felt after entering the mansion grounds.
Lisir had memorized most of the faces of the mansion people, including the guests, before leaving the mansion for the last time.
But.
The mansion he returned to was full of people he hadn’t seen before.
Rona said in response to Lisir’s reaction.
“Should I say it’s a change of water? While you were away, most of the previous visitors vacated their rooms. And new visitors have taken their place.”
“Oh… Is there anyone among them that I should know?”
“Well, isn’t there?”
“The reason we bothered to bring you here is because of that person.”
Lisir recalled Pien’s words that a new guest had visited Goose Manor.
Goose’s mansion, the owner of the trading company that dominates Bondales’ commercial district, and at the same time, a mansion where an Archmage and a noble are staying.
Goose Manor has become a landmark of Bondales in name and reality, with many visitors coming and going every day.
Now, they no longer use the expression ‘a guest has visited’ for just one or two ordinary visitors.
“They must be quite an amazing person.”
“Yes. They’re a Big Shot that needs no long explanation.”
“…Pien is saying that? What kind of person are they?”
“Do you know the name Grey Wolf?”
“Grey Wolf? Ah.”
Grey Wolf.
It was the name of a great Knight that no Knight could not know.
Lisir, who once dreamed of becoming a Knight as a illegitimate child of a family, also knew the name.
Now, a long time after his prime.
An old veteran wandering the world after putting down two big names, ‘Sword Master’ and ‘Grand Knight Commander’.
He once achieved countless feat and stained the entire continent with his fame-
A Swordsman who was considered to be among the top five in the world with his sword.
“That Grey Wolf visited here?”
“Yes. He has a personal friendship with Pallag, and it seems he visited after hearing that Pallag was staying here.”
“Oh… If it’s Duke Pallag, he’s like older brother and younger brother with a legendary figure like Grey Wolf.”
Lisir nodded.
“So, the reason you called me is because of that Grey Wolf? Did that person call me?”
“Ah, that’s not it.”
“Then. Did Duke Pallag call me to introduce me to Grey Wolf?”
“Pallag is looking for you, but━ the reason we came to find you isn’t exactly because we received orders from that person.”
“Hmm?”
Then why?
It was the moment Lisir was about to ask the doubt.
“Here it is.”
Pien, who had arrived at their destination, said.
A room in the annex of Goose Manor.
There, several people were gathered around a table.
Swords worn on their waists.
Or their posture, or their physique, or their presence.
Lisir, who discovered the category that bound them together, said.
“…Swordsmen?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Lisir, have you ever done a Swordsmanship Contest-?”
“Swordsmanship Contest? Ah. Is that the one where Swordsmen fight with their tongues?”
“It sounds a little strange when you say it like that. Well, it’s not entirely wrong.”
“When I was in Vendel, I occasionally saw Knights acting like fools in place of another Sparring Match. I wondered what they were doing, but later I found out it was called a Swordsmanship Contest.”
Why the Swordsmanship Contest all of a sudden?
A third party answered Lisir’s question.
“Can I explain from there?”
“Oh, Lord Dray?”
Before he knew it, Dray was standing behind Lisir’s party with his attendant, Maisy.
When Pien and Rona politely bowed to Dray, Dray also responded with a polite bow.
A respect-filled greeting from a noble.
It was a privilege （?） that only Lisir’s acquaintance could enjoy.
“What brings you here, Lord Dray?”
“The same business as you. To be exact, should I say it’s the same business as your friends who brought you here?”
Dray pushed through the crowd and approached the table in the center of the room.
“Ah, Lord Dray…!”
The Swordsmen surrounding the table recognized Dray and immediately made way.
Then, a chest with a unique shape placed on the table revealed its appearance.
“I unfold the 3 swords of Pallan Style’s 1st Form from there-…”
It was a bizarre sight.
A Swordsman was enthusiastically discussing his sword while looking at the chest.
“Lord Dray.”
At that time.
A man who was guarding the chest right next to the table recognized Dray and spoke to him.
“Lisir. Let me introduce you. This is Gorein, a disciple of Grey Wolf. Surprisingly, he’s being evaluated as the one who will inherit the name of the ‘Cursed Sword’ that Grey Wolf left behind. And Gorein. This is Lisir. Surprisingly━”
After a moment of consideration, Dray, who came up with a modifier, continued.
“It’s Lisir.”
“…?”
Surprisingly, Lisir is Lisir?
What does that even mean?
Doubt arose on Gorein’s expression, who didn’t understand Dray’s words.
Anyway, Gorein and Lisir shook hands and exchanged greetings.
Dray, who confirmed that, said to Lisir.
“Lisir. To cut to the chase, can you Swordsmanship Contest with that chest and win?”
“…Isn’t that too much of a cut to the chase?”
“Haha. Is that so? Please understand. It’s because you’re too late. I’m going crazy with curiosity right now. Okay, everyone, stop what you’re doing for a moment. I’d appreciate it if you could give this friend a turn.”
“…”
The sudden ‘your seat’ declaration of a noble.
The Swordsmen were visibly dissatisfied, but they had no choice but to give up their seats due to his fame.
“Hehe.”
Lisir stood right in front of the chest, receiving their cold gaze all at once.
-So. Are you my next opponent?
Then, an overbearing voice was heard from somewhere.
Lisir glared at the chest with strength in his eyes.
The voice came from none other than the old and mysterious-looking chest.
“A Spirit…?”
Leaving the confused Lisir behind, the chest began to rattle off what it had to say.
-I will explain the rules. Our realm is 6 rank, and the weapons is an ordinary Iron Sword with no special features. In that state, you just have to unleash the most powerful move you can unleash. If that sword touches me, then it’s your victory. I will allow the rights of the chest.
“…Ah.”
Lisir vaguely understood the situation.
‘So. These many Swordsmen gathered to win against the Swordsmanship Contest Spirit （?） guarding the chest and open the chest?’
He suddenly had a doubt.
“How many people have won so far? In the first place, how many times do you have to win for the chest to open?”
“Currently, it’s 0 wins.”
“Yes?”
Lisir was startled by Dray’s answer.
“Grey Wolf, hasn’t that person tried it yet?”
“It’s just nonsense anyway.”
Then, a blunt voice was heard.
Gorein, a disciple of Grey Wolf, was looking at the chest with a displeased gaze.
“Swordsmanship Contest. There’s no way you can gauge a Swordsman’s sword with such tricks. Duke Pallag will figure out how to open the chest soon, so you can just think of it as a trivial game until then.”
-You only see as much as you know. Brat. Your Master’s sword isn’t that great. Is the reason why a shot arrow is sharp because the arrow is strong?
“Shut up.”
Lisir, who was watching the conversation between Grey Wolf’s disciple and the chest, fell into consideration.
Eventually, he said.
“If it’s a power related to the sword, is any method okay?”
-That’s right. Feel free to unleash your power.
“Then, I will first raise my realm to 7 rank by using Resonance and Blue Breath in conjunction with Mana manipulation.”
-What a insane.
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