Ch 171
Duke Pallag first tore down the ice Barrier that had isolated the non-combatants from the Murderer.
After that.
Rona and Pien helped heal the injured with their respective powers.
Duke Pallag and the Grey Wolf Priest, who fought the Murderer, were among them.
“How are you feeling now?”
“…”
Torben, who received Rona’s Healing, examined his body with a surprised Expression.
This Shared Space was the World created by the Barrier that made up the Murderer’s Existence.
Although he realized it late, the Barrier was gradually stealing their power.
Added to that was the intense Combat-
Their Presence was greatly weakened.
An injury that would require a long period of Convalescence with the help of a skilled Priest and Healer to heal.
That kind of injury was healed with just one touch from Rona.
Torben was confused, but he clearly expressed his Gratitude to Rona.
“Thank you. I am in your debt. I will definitely remember this debt. May I ask your name?”
Then, Rona responded with her unique refreshing Smile.
“Duke Torben of the Grey Wolf. You don’t have to remember me.”
“What do you mean━”
“The Reason I’m helping you is solely for Lisir’s sake. I just hope this will have a good Influence on the Relationship between Duke Torben and Lisir.”
“…”
“Then, goodbye.”
The Woman with androgynous beauty bowed her head and returned to where Lisir was.
Gorein and Torben.
The two Swordsmen had already forgotten the intense Combat from before and were completely focused on the Man named Lisir.
To have such extraordinary Comrades with Abilities that go beyond the scope of Understanding at such a young age.
And, they weren’t the only two Swordsmen who were Interested in Lisir.
“Lord Ronhart.”
Torben called out the name cautiously.
Wongeom.
The Will of that great Swordsman was staring intently at Lisir.
-Speak, Duke Torben.
“As I said. It was this Man, Lisir, who saved the Lord from the Barrier. It was also this Man who won the Swordsmanship Contest with the Spirit that we had been frustrated with.”
-…More than anything, it was also said that that Child received the Teaching of the Murderer.
“That’s right.”
How did he instantly decipher the Murderer’s difficult Sword?
Torben recalled Lisir’s Answer to that.
“Clearly. He said that he holds the Master of that body within his Inner World.”
-…
Hmmm.
Wongeom let out a deep groan.
Torben fathomed the depth of the Anguish contained within and asked.
“Who exactly is that Klana that you’re so concerned about?”
Let’s put aside the Eccentricity of holding another person’s Will within one’s Inner World.
It didn’t seem like Wongeom was Anguished because of that.
Torben looked at the Murderer who was lying on the floor.
“I, Torben, have walked the path of the Sword for so many Years that I am sick and tired of it. However, this is the first time I have experienced such a Sword. It’s like the embodiment of Murderous Intent. Wouldn’t a Beast be like that if it held a Sword?”
-A Beast…
Only then did Wongeom look at the Murderer who had fallen to the floor.
-Duke Torben. Have you ever seen a Beast that controls and dominates its own Instincts?
“What you mean is…”
-She is not a Beast. She is clearly different from a Beast in that she thoroughly Understands and controls her Instincts.
“Controls…”
-She willingly gives Herself to Instinct, but never loses Herself in the end. A Monster who enjoys that terrible Chaos as if it were a strong liquor. That is her True Nature.
What is there to hide?
Wongeom told the Priest and his party everything he knew about the Blue Lotus.
Those countless evil deeds.
That Majesty that does not lose its light even in the face of any disgrace and Disgrace.
An even deeper Confusion settled on the Priest’s Gaze as he looked at the Murderer.
Gorein murmured blankly.
“Murderous Sword…”
-Yes. Perhaps that is the most perfect expression to describe her.
Murderous Sword.
A wicked Sword that rather wields the Swordsman.
Or, it was a name that referred to a Monster who had become one with such a Sword.
The Sword and Swordsmanship they left behind become a phenomenon in themselves and devour the World.
Murderer.
The Expressions of the two Priests, who realized the identity of the Swordsmanship Patron that Lisir held in his Inner World, were filled with strong Worry.
“Lisir… is that Friend okay?”
Gorein asked in a worried tone.
The Grey Wolf couldn’t Answer.
Wongeom also couldn’t Answer.
Because Lisir’s appearance was perfectly fine right now.
Nevertheless, because they couldn’t guarantee his future.
-Duke Torben. Gorein.
Wongeom knew what the Murderer looked like when she was alive.
Even her cruel and grotesque final appearance.
Wongeom, the Master of many Swordsmen, could not just stand by and watch that Swordsman with a bright future go through that terrible procedure.
-I want to help that Child.
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“…”
Lisir.
He was standing in front of the Murderer’s corpse.
The Uninvited Guest’s Soul had been banished, and now only the body remained.
For example, it could now be said to be pure Klana.
Therefore, what Lisir saw was Klana’s death.
Another death that was insultingly reproduced.
Lisir felt a kind of bitterness and unpleasantness there.
-What is it? Are you feeling Pity?
Klana said as she watched Lisir’s appearance.
-There’s no need to put too much meaning into it. You just broke a toy that a crazy Wizard was playing with.
“…Actually, I was thinking of words to comfort Klana. Rather, I was comforted.”
-Comfort? Do I have a Reason to be comforted?
Lisir smiled bitterly and nodded.
“Come to think of it, that’s true.”
-Or perhaps, is there another Reason?
“Another Reason?”
-Aren’t you a Man in your prime? If such a perfect female body is Nude, it’s natural to be drawn to it.
Lisir burst into a Chuckle.
Should I really call her a Murderer?
To say about her own corpse, ‘I know. My body is amazing. You can’t even come to your senses.’
-So. How is it?
“What are you talking about again?”
-You’ve been admiring it to your heart’s content without even asking the Master’s permission, so tell me what you think.
In Lisir’s Mind, the image of the Murderer looking at Herself with a crooked posture was drawn.
That unique arrogant Expression seemed somewhat mischievous.
“Impressions…”
-I once saw the breasts of a Noble Woman, and even compared to that Woman, the color of mine was clearly brighter.
“…”
-And look over there. Strangely, I don’t have any body hair there, but don’t Men like that?
“Well… that’s a profound topic in our Industry where Opinions are divided…”
Klana was even more excited to see Lisir looking flustered.
-Really? Then what do you think?
“What do you mean…”
-I’m talking about my female body. You shouldn’t think of glossing over it with words like ‘perfectly well-Trained’. I know that better than you do.
“…”
As Lisir was helplessly being attacked, support arrived.
-You Lewd Woman! You’re finally revealing your True Nature! Trying to seduce the Master with a lump like a freshly slaughtered Pig!!!
It was quite a powerful attack-
-Your ears are a little red, are you perhaps excited to see a Woman’s corpse? You’re going to be in big trouble.
She was as excited as she could be, and it didn’t work on the Murderer, who had absolute Confidence in her body.
After much deliberation, Lisir made a decision.
He looked at Klana （who she used to be） and closed his Eyes tightly.
And he muttered reverently.
“The Sage whom even history feared to remember, and the strongest Swordsman in the history of the Continent who will never exist again… closes her Eyes once again in this place…”
-…
Klana’s giggling laughter stopped immediately.
Her Voice was no longer heard.
Instead-
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang!!!
The sound of the Murderer rampaging inside the Inner World was heard.
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Pien and Rona were watching Lisir’s condition from afar.
The two confirmed that Lisir’s Expression had changed from bitter to pleasant, and only then did they approach him.
“Lisir, aren’t you staring too intently?”
“I know. Even if it’s a body without a Master, it’s still a lady’s body. Shouldn’t you be a little more considerate?”
Now.
Lisir was still looking at the Murderer’s Wraith even after subjugating （?） the sexual harasser.
“Huh? Ah.”
He, who had been deep in thought, belatedly confirmed that Rona and Pien had gotten closer and said.
“It’s not that, I just, suddenly had that thought.”
“Thought? What thought?”
“Isn’t this a bit of a waste?”
“…”
“…”
“It’s been reproduced with such high perfection, isn’t there any way to utilize it?”
Slowly.
Slowly.
Rona and Pien stepped back and moved away from him.
“Lisir, Sir-ya? What kind of, sound… is that?”
“A, are you serious…?”
The two’s Eyes, Voices, and everything were shaking uncontrollably.
“Of course I’m serious. Remember? Klana among my Spirits. This body is that Klana’s, right? And, until just now, another person’s Soul was inside and controlling that body. Maybe, Klana will be the same.”
Ah.
The two nodded in unison.
A sigh of relief was a bonus.
“Hoo. I thought…”
“Why are you saying things that confuse people and make them freak out?”
“Huh? Confuse? What?”
Lisir looked at the two with endlessly clear Eyes.
“…It’s nothing, so don’t worry about it.”
For some Reason, Pien and Rona felt Self-Loathing and took time to reflect on themselves.
“It sounds like an interesting story?”
At that time.
Dray, who had been talking to Pallag at a slightly distant Distance, approached.
“Ah, Sir Dray. Are you feeling a little better?”
“No. It’s serious now.”
“Yes!? What’s wrong!?”
“I wanted to watch your fight right in front of me, but Duke Pallag monopolized it━”
Keuek.
Lisir couldn’t help but be speechless at the sight of him clenching his fists, as if he was genuinely upset, not joking.
“Anyway, Lisir.”
Leaving Dray behind, Pallag took over the Conversation.
“I heard that you intend to revive your Spirit in that body?”
“That’s right. Isn’t it a waste? This Barrier and that body. It seems like it was made with a lot of effort in an incredibly difficult way━ but it’s a bit much to just destroy it. If we take care of it properly, wouldn’t it be sufficient compensation for this?”
“Excellent. A very reasonable Viewpoint. After all, no matter what anyone says, your True Nature lies in Magic.”
“Duke Pallag?”
Pallag patted Lisir on the shoulder and said in a somewhat awkward tone.
Because of the Situation, he was wary of the ‘Swordsman’ ratio increasing within Lisir.
“Come to think of it, your Lover had a special Ability, right?”
Pallag said as if he had remembered something.
“Lover?”
“Lover?”
Who are you talking about?
There was no respect for the Elder when it came to this topic.
Rona and Pien glared at the Archmage with shining Eyes.
The Archmage, pushed back by the Miss’s Presence, coughed and hurriedly corrected himself.
“Well, I didn’t mean to specify anyone in particular. You had the power to heal the body, and you had the power to Enhance the Soul. Isn’t that right?”
A perfect evasive maneuver that showed the Archmage’s skill.
The two Misses nodded reluctantly.
“Hmm, let’s see…”
The Archmage said after a short and deep deliberation.
“It’s not like there’s no possibility at all.”
“Oh. Really?”
“But, is it okay?”
“Yes?”
“I mean, is it okay to revive the Sage whom even history feared to remember, and the strongest Swordsman in the history of the Continent who will never exist again?”
“Ah.”
Pien nodded and responded.
“I see? What, history? What was it?”
“The Sage whom even history feared to remember, and the strongest Swordsman in the history of the Continent who will never exist again.”
Lisir excitedly informed her.
“Ah, thank you Lisir. The Sage whom even history feared to remember, and the strongest Swordsman in the history of the Continent who will never exist again… From my Viewpoint, it seems like she was someone who wielded quite dangerous power.”
“The Sage whom even history feared to remember, and the strongest Swordsman in the history of the Continent…”
Rona muttered with a serious Expression.
“Even if you revive that person, will you be able to control her properly?”
“Yes. There won’t be any problem with that.”
Lisir Answered without hesitating.
-Aaaaaaaah!!!
Because the Murderer’s appearance that I felt at first sight was nowhere to be seen in her, who was going crazy in the Inner World.
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Lisir’s Party left the place while preserving the Barrier with Pallag’s power.
Immediately after leaving the Barrier, the Interest of Lisir’s Party was focused on one place.
It was the ‘recycling’ of the ‘Legacy’ left by the unknown Wizard.
In that way, they disbanded with each taking on their respective roles.
Even Dray and Gus were given their own roles.
It was to replenish the rare materials to be mobilized for the Ritual.
“Then what should I do?”
“Ah. You just stay here. You’ll have to step in in case something happens. Conserve your strength.”
“…Do you know what will happen in case something happens?”
“How would I know? Anyway, if you’re there, it’ll be resolved somehow.”
“Duke Pallag. Are you okay?”
Everyone left like that, and only Lisir and Torben’s Party remained in the room.
Then.
Torben started talking as if he had been waiting for it.
To be exact, the Sword in his hand-
The ego of Wongeom contained within it.
-Child. Do you have any intention of learning the Sword from me?
“Lisir. This is Lord Ronhart, a great Swordsman remembered by history. The Will of this person is contained in all the Swordsmanship wielded by great Swordsmen.”
“…!”
Lisir fell into Worry after hearing those words.
“A Swordsman who is not remembered by history, and a Swordsman who is remembered by history… Who should I choose…”
That’s about it?
It was a Voice coming from the Inner World.
‘Ah. I’m just returning what Klana started first? By the way, what does Klana think of that proposal?
Before Klana could Answer anything, Wongeom spoke in a somewhat urgent tone.
-Child. I promise you. I will pass on to you the ultimate skill of the Sword that I possess. It will be a difficult path. But this Sword will surely save you.
Moment.
The Sword with Wongeom’s Will shone.
“…”
Torben’s Eyes contained a different color.
The Grey Wolf’s body had accepted Wongeom’s Will.
“If you were born with Talent like you, you would definitely feel something after seeing this Strike.”
Torben-
No, Wongeom added strength to the two hands holding the Sword and focused all his nerves.
That flow of Magical Power.
The idea contained within it.
“…!”
Lisir watched it and widened his Eyes.
“…”
As expected.
Wongeom smiled inwardly at that reaction and swung the Sword.
It was just a single Strike-
It contained the Nuance and idea that made up the entire Sword.
It was the Sword that Wongeom had been holding at the very end just before he ended his Life-
It was a Sword that had been honed to the extreme through the most intense Combat in his Life.
“Tell me, young and Talented Child. What did you feel after seeing this Sword?”
Wongeom looked into Lisir’s Eyes.
Those straight and pure Eyes will recognize the Value contained in this Sword.
The Value that is not in the Murderer’s wicked Murderous Sword.
Wongeom waited for the Answer that would follow with Expectation.
“Uh… was that your Swordsmanship?”
“?”
At that time.
Gorein, who had been paying his respects to Wongeom’s Swordsmanship with Awe, let out a strange groan.
The Swordsmanship that Lisir had been taught by someone to fight the Murderer.
And, the Strike that Wongeom unleashed now.
Would it be just a feeling if there were similarities between the two?
Gorein thought about the number of possible cases.
1. The Murderer stole Wongeom’s Swordsmanship, which contained profound Realization.
2. And then Lisir stole it from the Murderer.
3. During the short time that the Combat lasted.
Gorein nodded.
‘It’s just a feeling.’
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