I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

50 – Dead Sword (3)

I couldn’t talk much with the bear beastman named Bester.

Anyway, he was hired, and the employer was not me.

Even if they rot, a mercenary is a mercenary. No matter how much of a coward Bester was, he wasn’t stupid enough to blurt out what he knew in such a crowded place.

If he had been threatened with force, he would have been able to hear it, but that would have been just as annoying.

What I found out was that in addition to Bester, several other prisoners were involved in this matter, and that the person managing them was a man named Milan.

But there was no need to be too disappointed.

It was because the person I was curious about appeared before my eyes.

Perhaps she had become sensitive while looking for Isha, and she seemed to have come this way as soon as she heard the news.

Millen. The man with bronze skin shot straight at Bester.

“You look harmonious. “I guess we knew each other?”

“Mi, Mr. Milan? I didn’t know you would come in person. I think there was some misunderstanding, but things ended up going well. “I don’t think I’m the person you’re looking for.”

“It seems so. “Because the woman I was looking for doesn’t have silver hair.”

Millen was a man with an impressive physique.

At first glance, his height is similar to mine or slightly taller.

He had dark brown hair cut short, and thick, armor-like muscles were all over his body.

Would you say it is a body type that shows the results of training entirely?

If he were to actually fight, it seemed like he would move faster than he looked.

Scars were visible on the light brown skin, but they did not appear to have been made on the battlefield.

The type of wound was different from that of a sword or spear. It’s not a place where you can get hit by an arrow.

If I had to guess, it was a wound caused by something like a dark knife.

Does he really come from a back alley?

Since scars were visible both on the front and back, he must have gone through a pretty messy fight.

The blood on his hands never seemed small.

After meeting Milan in person, I became convinced.

The circumstances match what I heard from the bar owner and Isha.

This guy must have been the main force that brought down the Crescent Gate.

‘I can feel the distortion of mana. And that too at a fairly strong level.’

It is said that all humans are born with a stain on mana, but sometimes the distortion went far beyond the standard.

Such people have special abilities from the moment they are born. The ability to freely manipulate the wind or emit fire from the body.

In the world, they were called people with special abilities.

A swordsman who uses mana must train his body, and to use divine power, he must receive God’s blessing through baptism.

There was a method to magic. Contrary to the impression that it was nearly all-powerful, magic was a discipline that required complex theories and accurate calculations.

However, nothing was needed for this ability.

You can train to use your power better, but using your power itself only consumes mana.

The most unreasonable and unknown force on the continent.

Those with supernatural abilities were as threatening an enemy as they were mysterious.

The most powerful person with this ability on the continent was comparable to a sword master or archmage.

“Milan? For a moment.”

Bester approached Milan and whispered something.

It seemed like he was trying to keep others from hearing it, but it was a futile move.

The sword master’s senses are unrivaled. At this distance, you could overhear even if you widened your senses just a little.

Bester, who was naive, did not know that fact, and I had no intention of correcting his misunderstanding.

– That man is a swordsman, a notorious swordsman in conflict areas. The White Claw mercenaries were annihilated by that guy.

– It’s like something I’ve heard before. Then what about the woman next to me?

-I heard that she is a saint of rest, but I don’t know the details. I just know that it is just as dangerous as a chest sword. I don’t think it has anything to do with the kid you’re looking for, Mr. Milan.

– I understand. I’ll hear more details later.

Just as I looked at Millen, Millen also looked at me.

The eyes, as if looking at an enemy, swept over my arms, legs, shoulders, etc.

It didn’t seem like they would attack blindly.

Milan seemed to not want to fight in a crowded place.

What if Isha had been found right away? Seeing blood in a place like this only scares the customers.

However, he was prepared to draw his sword at any time.

The slightest inattention is not tolerated when dealing with people with special abilities.

“You were rude. Although we were rude first, the kids were a bit hurt here too. “How about we just pretend that nothing happened today?”

“…… “If you want to apologize to the saint.”

“Hmm. Was there an insult?”

“I tried to do it. “I didn’t let you do it.”

“I didn’t know. “I haven’t heard anything like that.”

Milan’s eyes twitched.

Cold eyes look at me and Sirien alternately.

I felt a little worried. Is it a clash of pride and practicality?

The hesitation did not last long, and his choice was acceptance.

Milan bowed his head.

The series of movements felt unnatural because he seemed like a person who was not suitable for apologizing.

“I apologize, young lady, can you forgive my rudeness?”

“I received a polite apology, so it should be so. As you said, today’s matter will be left to the public.”

“Thank you for your generosity.”

Sirien readily accepted the apology.

It was a decision she made herself, so I had nothing more to say.

Well, it didn’t have to be today to fight the street rats.

Because the goal had already been achieved.

Just before. It left traces of divinity on a few beggars and Bester.

It was like a type of trapping technique that only Sirien could use.

A minor and difficult to notice protection. For example, if excessive divinity is poured into a place that is not of much use, such as ‘Blessing that succeeds when you sneeze’, the remaining divinity is buried like a residue.

Could it be said that it is a form of special paint that is applied to rats?

From now on, they will come and go from the rat’s hideout, and the paint buried by Sirien will remain there.

We just had to follow the traces and find the hiding place later.

Although there are disadvantages such as a narrow detection range and a short retention time…… At least it was good enough to be used to catch rats.

I was just amazed at how on earth someone could come up with such an idea.

I got a headache just from memorizing the holy laws to use in battle.

Is it a matter of aptitude? Or the head? The latter did not want to admit it.

Anyway, after the apology was over, Milan looked at me again.

Although I feel like I will fight him someday, I have decided to change my attitude for now.

“Is there no animosity between us now?”

“Let’s say so.”

“Then, this is pure curiosity, but may I ask why you came to Requitas?”

What is pure curiosity?

It was a blatant lie. Millan seemed more interested now than ever when mentioning his injured subordinate.

The tone may have been polite, but a cold and sharp suspicion was hidden deep inside.

“There is someone looking for me.”

“I want to hear more details. “If it’s a person, I’ll be able to find it.”

Hmm. I looked away, pretending to think about it for a moment.

Sirien intervened at the right time.

“There was something worth entrusting to a man named Kirux. “But I was in trouble because I heard he was already dead.”

“Then, are you planning on just going back?”

“No. “I guess I’ll have to leave it to someone else.”

“I heard that Kirux’s subordinates and colleagues remain in this city. “If possible, I definitely want to leave it to them.”

Kirux was the reason we first came to this city.

The rat that killed Therion and Hena. And the chase team, Crux, chased us through the forest.

Erasing all traces of these people was our first revenge and step.

To put it bluntly, Isha and Crescent Moon were just by-products.

So this is not a lie. We really wanted to see them.

Milan nodded.

“Let me ask around. “I’ll see you again then.”

* * *

Around the time when Razen and Sirien were heading back to their dorm.

Millen also returned to where he originally was.

His expression was not very good.

“Did you say Bester?”

“Yes. But Mr. Milan? “Are you angry?”

“There is no reason for that. “You weren’t the one to deal with from the beginning, so you didn’t do anything wrong.”

A feeling of relief. Bester rubbed his chest.

However, Milan’s next command was something he did not want to imagine.

“Try to follow those two from earlier. Where do you stay and where do you eat? “Find out everything you can and bring it to me.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear. He told me to follow him. “Monitor your every move.”

Bester’s eyes darkened.

It was too harsh an order for him to oppose those two.

Bester was afraid of the battlefield because of his memories at the gate, and yet he felt like he needed to make money, so he went to Requitas.

Just meeting them again is a nightmare enough situation for Bester.

However, Milan seemed to have no intention of understanding his situation.

“He was said to be an outstanding person, so he would have been able to clean up three people in an instant. Besides, it seemed like it hadn’t been that long since I’d been here. “The timing is unfortunate.”

“The words… ….”

“I’ll have to watch it first, but I don’t have a good feeling. “There is no harm in being prepared.”

Milan clenched his fists.