I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

57 – Beyond the original (3)

It started with a minor incident.

A minor incident in which a mercenary from a conflict zone went on a rampage within the military camp.

What the mercenaries did was not originally a day or two.

These are people who sacrifice their lives. It’s actually strange that it’s not rough.

They often got into fights to organize their ranks.

So Baron Isquente, who first heard the report, laughed it off and said it was no big deal.

But when the rampage led to murder, he couldn’t bear to laugh.

When he learned that the incident had started due to drug withdrawal symptoms, Baron Isquente considered this a ‘serious matter.’

The Baron’s efforts soon bore fruit. He caught people who were secretly selling drugs inside the military camp.

That day, the third commander of the Northern Front put as many as twenty-seven people on the execution stand.

There was no mercy.

All twenty-seven heads were cut off and became examples.

“Stupid bastard. Even if I did, I should have done it in moderation. “Did you think that the commanders would just sit back and watch as drugs spread to the front lines?”

“…… !”

Milan’s eyes widened at my words.

That was the story.

Just as Crescent Moon became a thorn in the nobles’ eyes due to excessive growth, the gutter rat also crossed the line at some point.

It was natural for excessively released drugs to reach the front lines.

Excessive greed leads to destruction.

The rat that destroyed the Crescent Gate eventually met a similar end.

It is okay for mercenaries to indulge in alcohol and women.

Because those two were the same old virtues of mercenaries.

If used well, alcohol can help boost morale, and women did not seduce mercenaries in battle.

But drugs were a different story.

Drugged mercenaries could not be used in battle. Moreover, mullet flowers tend to have strong withdrawal symptoms.

Drug addicts are like living time bombs, as they never know when they will cause trouble.

At that time, the war situation was relaxed.

We had a bad relationship with the street rats, and we had the skills to clean up this city.

No matter how long the battle between Requitas had been, it was not at a level that could not be resolved by a combination of a knight and a saint with master-level skills.

The fact that this happened to us was more like an inevitability.

Millen took a couple of steps back.

That guy probably doesn’t know that Sirien and I destroyed the base.

Since the foundation is damaged, installations will no longer be possible in this city.

“…… Does not matter. Even if you fail this time, you just have to come back and start again. We can do better next time. “It’s always been that way.”

“Will there be a next time for you? “I’m going to die here.”

Millan seemed to be making a hopeful observation, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.

You must kill Milan right here.

It wasn’t a very pleasant situation for someone with such abilities to sharpen his sword to get revenge on me.

Inexplicably accurate and fast predictions.

A shock applied without any warning.

Even Edwin, who was an experienced sword master, could not do something like that.

What the leader of the Requitas gang can do that even the guardian in the ‘sanctuary’ can’t do?

To put it bluntly, such a thing was impossible.

Although Milan is not someone to look down on, he was never stronger than Edwin.

If he had that kind of skill, he would have lived in the empire right away and been treated as a master-level powerhouse.

‘You can see it. What kind of attack will I make next?’

If Millen’s ability was related to time and he saw himself as a ‘future poet,’ such movements made sense.

If you think about the attack that I couldn’t react to, it was where Milan’s fist landed.

It would be a form of reproducing an attack that was once committed. It may be difficult to use it multiple times.

In that case, it would be enough to replay the previous attack infinitely.

It was a meaningful ability even when I didn’t know about it.

Residual talent is residual talent. The path I walked was not easy enough to collapse into such shallow water.

Even if you see it, you can’t avoid it. Even if you know, it’s enough to make it so that you can’t react.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me.

‘I don’t think there will be any witnesses, so should I use swords?’

It was a fight that would easily end if it was cut down with a force that could not even respond.

My response to this situation was to consistently use powerful destructive power.

There seemed to be no difference whether powerful power was used or sword techniques were used.

But I decided not to do that.

This experience will also serve as an opportunity for me to grow.

It must be stronger than the original. For me, who miraculously became a sword master, every single battle experience was precious.

But an enemy that reads and reacts to all my intentions is an excellent practice partner.

“Ugh!”

“As expected, your skills aren’t that great, you.”

“You arrogant bastard!”

I stabbed the great sword with a lot of divinity.

Of course, Milan dodged to the side, but he let go of the great sword and threw it with the same force as he had pushed it forward.

The heavy sword fell to the floor and made a loud noise.

Right now, I would like a sword that is faster and lighter than a great sword.

The two long swords Russell had used earlier were lying on the floor.

Since the arm was like that, if I wanted to take Isha with me, I would have had no choice but to abandon it.

Spreading divinity, he retrieved the two swords and cut Mylan down alternately with the two swords.

“I’ll show you that dual swords can sometimes win.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“There is such a thing, you bastard!”

If the other person reads your intentions, you can even change your intentions.

An anomaly that assumed an enemy response from the beginning.

What started out as a fool always aims for a vital point, and the well-crafted target turns into a trick and disappears.

The truth and reality crumbled like an illusion.

Read as much as you can.

In any case, it would be impossible to respond to all cases exceeding tens, hundreds, and thousands.

The skills I have accumulated will not betray me. Even the slightest foot movement or the way he held the sword and applied force had intention.

The reason I have been fighting with a focus on destructive power until now is because my sword skills are compatible well with each other, not because I am not confident in my technique and fighting skills.

The first attack gave up on reaching.

Instead, if Milan evades, he chases after him until the end, and if he goes inside, he reverses his sword and starts a counterattack.

The ever-changing sword was swung countless times in my hand.

“It’s fun!”

“Crazy guy. “Are you happy now?”

“Well, of course it’s fun.”

How could I be so willing to have an enemy that reads my sword?

If I defeat this guy, doesn’t that mean my sword skills will be at a level where I can’t respond even if I read the future?

Yes. Of course, a sword master should be at that level.

Milan’s fist passed right next to my helmet.

It was close enough to hear the sound of the wind passing by.

The blade soars towards the arm that was narrowly avoided. He turned the sword he had held backwards in the forward direction again and aimed at his forearm.

Even though it was a sword that belonged to someone else, it stuck to my hand as if it had been used for decades.

I felt like I would feel this way no matter what sword I held now.

A feeling as if the sword had been a part of my body from the beginning.

The center of gravity, the grip of the handle, and the shape of the blade were very slightly distorted from the moment it was made.

Everything flowed into my head, including the trace of the tip of the knife cutting through the air.

“Ugh!”

“We’ve reached it!”

As a result, Milan bled for the first time in his body.

The sword only slightly scratched the top of my forearm, but what I had accomplished once could be accomplished twice.

Faster. So sharp that I can’t even think of a counterattack.

At some point, there was no conflict between Milan and me.

I was just attacking endlessly, and Milan was busy avoiding and blocking.

Embarrassment, anger, and a little fear began to appear on his face.

My sword once again left a wound on Milan’s body.

This time it was his thigh. A deeper wound remains than before.

‘For some reason, I feel like I can do it now?’

I felt the sword moving the wind.

Edwin can do it, but I can’t. It was also the most unfair thing in Dalian.

Obviously, I was the one using the bigger sword, but Edwin had the upper hand in range by blowing away the wind.

– How do you do it? All you have to do is feel the trajectory of the sword.

– After that, you will learn how to do it naturally. It feels like pushing into an empty space. You will find out if you try.

At the time, I wondered what kind of nonsense that was, but now I think I understand.

The sword was slightly twisted and the air was roughly torn apart. The sharpness of the blade pushes power into the empty space.

The wind advanced sharply along the boldly drawn straight line.

“Ha. “It felt like this.”

“Just…… “What is that?”

“Let me say thank you. “It helped me a lot.”

Millen lost his right arm.

The wind I blew flew a long way after cutting off Milan’s arm, leaving a long scar on the wall.

That was the end.

Millen, who was mortally wounded, was not agile in his movements.

In an instant, my sword pierced or cut various parts of Milan’s body.

After blocking all movements, all that remains is the ending. My sword decapitated Mylan without a moment’s delay,

Naturally, a person who died instantly could not make a will.

“This is finished, let’s go back to Sirien.”