Reincarnated as the Adopted Son of a Prestigious Swordsmanship Family

Chapter 27: Ambush (3)

“Haap!”

A sword struck down towards his back. Simurtr dodged it lightly, as if he had eyes on his back.

The Sword Net. The detection method thinly spread throughout the room inscribed a vast amount of information into Simurtr's brain.

A fellow knight was moving the torso of a knight whose limbs had just been severed beyond the wall.

The knight who appeared to be the captain was watching this way.

Deban, who had been watching until the last moment, took Juyce and jumped through the window.

Swish! Just now, two swords crossed and aimed for the top of his head. Simurtr's sword, soaring upwards, parried the two swords.

No, it was more correct to say it stuck to them rather than parried. The sound of clashing did not ring out.

“Huh?”

The descending twin swords stuck to Simurtr’s sword and were helplessly dragged away.

The knight’s forearms swelled greatly, but the swords still moved on their own.

“Ugh.”

Simurtr, having entangled the two swords, aimed at another knight. The one who was moving the corpse's torso. From the tips of the fixed twin swords, sword ki was shot out.

“Keok!”

A sharp sword ki embedded itself in the abdomen of the targeted knight. A deep blue magic.

The color of the Jabad Knight Order.

“Why did you…”

The knight whose abdomen had been pierced stared at the twin swords with eyes of disbelief. His gaze looked at the tips of those two swords, then eventually rose to the owner of the swords.

“No! It wasn’t me!”

The twin-sword knight’s voice trembled greatly.

What had pierced his comrade was his own, which had been contained in his swords until just before. He had seen the scene with his own eyes. How? The twin-sword knight’s eyes shook violently.

“Did you hate him normally?”

Simurtr grinned and cut the guy's knee. When the knight’s height dropped sharply, he split the visible top of his head in half.

“Youuuu!”

A knight who had been waiting for the captain's orders from the collapsed right wall rushed in. He could endure death, but he lost his reason at the act of insulting a comrade’s honor.

The sword, drawing a sharp diagonal line, was blocked again. No, it was caught.

Interception. The sword ki that had formed on the knight’s sword was shot out in a strange direction again.

That subtle art that the squad members called Origin Flow. Like a river flowing into the main stream and merging. The knight’s magic followed the magic of Simurtr, the main stream.

To be precise, he made it follow. Simurtr’s magic seized the magic that the opponent had materialized and forcibly took over its operation.

As long as a point of contact was made, his unique magic dominance and operational ability made it possible.

“Keok.”

The knight whose abdomen had been pierced was subsequently pierced through the heart. The eyes that saw the blue sword ki piercing his own chest lost their vitality.

“You hated him too?”

“You deviiil!”

As Simurtr grinned and watched, the knight whose sword was caught twisted his whole body. But the sword, stuck fast, would not come off.

“It’ll be difficult.”

The knight then gathered his magic. His full magic power was contained in his entire body, and then in his sword. A scheme to forcibly detach it by increasing its emission and power.

“Stooooop!”

The magic he had painstakingly gathered was once again discharged at will. The head of the knight who had already died from having his heart pierced was shattered.

That comrade’s body would now be unrecognizable even to his family. That fact made the knight howl.

“Did you hate him that much?”

“You devilish bastard!”

The reddened eyes turned to Simurtr, who was smiling right in front of him. He had no intention of creating sword ki, but his magic was forcibly materialized.

It was definitely his own magic… but he lost control over the magic that had flowed into the sword. It was forcibly dragged by something more powerful.

“You! It’s magic. You’ve learned black magic.”

An overwhelmingly powerful dominance. A trick that manipulated others at will, regardless of their intention. The only thing that made such a thing possible was black magic.

“Were you from the Black Land!”

“This is why knight bastards…”

Swoosh. Simurtr, who had frowned at the crude voice, made a wind hole in the knight’s neck.

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He must have felt that his magic was being forcibly operated by the opponent’s magic.

Hoo! Simurtr let out a deep breath and swung his sword.

It was because of a half-moon-shaped Sword Aura that flew at him suddenly.

He controlled the Sword Aura as soon as it touched his sword. The magic of the Star-Breaking Style contacted the blue Sword Aura, understood the magic that composed the Sword Aura and its method of operation… and then devoured it.

Simurtr’s sword was coated in something blue. He had forcibly operated the devoured Sword Aura and brought it under his control.

“…How did he do that?”

The knight captain who had thrown the slash opened his mouth.

The blue ki, the symbol of the Jabad Knight Order. A sword imbued with it. If someone who didn’t know saw it, they would mistake Simurtr for a Jabad knight.

That guy had taken the Sword Aura he had thrown and contained it in his own sword. As if catching a thrown object, very naturally. Treating Sword Aura like an object.

“Is it a magic sword?”

The peculiar eerie energy of black magic was not felt. The knight captain was convinced.

That sword… was surely a magic sword that absorbed magic.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain the recent spectacle. A mere sixteen-year-old brat handling Sword Aura? The domain of the great Sword Master?

“Indeed. They say the repository of Mectera holds many artifacts that endured the battlefield.

They say they despise magic, but that must be an old tale. Or is it an exception because it’s a sword.”

Nine had been taken down by that sword. If he turned his gaze… there were corpses everywhere. Heads split open. Bodies dismembered. Hearts pierced.

Although no emblem was engraved on the armor, they were all knights of Jabad. His subordinates. The time he spent looking was very short. His gaze turned to Simurtr. To be precise, to that sword.

“It is understandable that a mere brat would be so arrogant and run wild…”

Greed appeared in the knight captain’s eyes.

A kid who had only reached the level of sword ki had killed nine knights of Jabad.

Just how incredible must that sword be.

“He is still young. He doesn't know his place. He thinks the power of the artifact is truly his own.”

The knight captain sneered at Simurtr, who was still holding his ground. It was not a rare sight. When one possessed and used a powerful artifact, one came to mistake its power for one’s own.

The guy in front of him was the same. He didn't run away even when facing a Sword Master.

He was drunk on his sword.

“To think he could face a Sword Master just by obtaining a mere magic sword…”

“You’re the captain, right?”

Good grief. Simurtr spat out as he watched the guy beating his own drum. The circumstances said everything, but he needed to hear it from his own mouth to be certain.

“That is correct.”

The knight captain answered leisurely. A rat in a trap. Considering his young age, he was willing to entertain a conversation before death.

He had killed his subordinates… but the brat had a gift. That magic sword. It had captured the knight captain’s heart.

“And from the County of Jabad.”

“Correct.”

“Is it okay to say all that?”

The nine dead knights and the knight captain in front of him. Their armor had no emblem symbolizing Jabad. It meant that the current situation was not an official mission of Jabad.

“There is no one here but you. Your companions seem to have gotten quite far away.”

“So if you kill me, no one will know?”

“That’s right.”

So the target was only him.

It was obvious, so Simurtr nodded. He must not have had any intention of touching Ael in the first place. Since Arnea was protecting her.

“Then what about Juyce?”

Simurtr recalled the interrogation.

Even if there was a possibility that Deban was an accomplice, Ael should be safe.

By now, Ael would have roughly figured out the situation from the previous conversation.

Unlike Jahar, she was exceptionally quick-witted.

“Who is that?”

But the knight captain’s answer made Simurtr feel empty.

“Ah. You mean that swordsman? I did hear we had an ally.”

He was hoping to get some information. But to think he didn’t even know who the accomplice Juyce was.

“You are useless.”

His expectations plummeted. A disposable piece. To Janya, Juyce was not that important of a person.

The emptiness turned into annoyance. Simurtr looked at the knight captain with a frown.

“A so-called knight captain with no eye for things. And no skill.”

His actions were completely off.

In the past, the County of Jabad was a fairly prestigious family. His swordsmanship was lacking, and his magic control was poor. He mistook the Origin Flow for the power of a magic sword.

“So now any Tom, Dick, and Harry can become a Sword Master. The world has gotten so much better.”

Simurtr casually flicked his sword. The blue Sword Aura he had held shattered and fell like crumbs.

Origin Flow was a technique he rarely used in his past life. It couldn't even be called a technique, but anyway.

It was basically a habit, but unless it was an exceptional situation, he didn't particularly pay attention to it.

‘It became a habit because of the chronic magic deficiency.’

In the first place, such a method was not to Simurtr’s taste.

It was a miscellaneous skill created to save the magic he possessed. He had Pagna, but he didn't want to use up all the magic he had painstakingly gathered.

It was not designed with power in mind.

‘Why bother when I have the Star-Breaking Style.’

Exa in his past life.

He had never pondered maximizing power.

He could assert that Exa had never seen anything with power exceeding the Star-Breaking Style. Neither swordsmanship, nor magic, nor any other secret art.

Simurtr raised his sword high. The sleeve of his martial arts uniform slid down, revealing his forearm. One of the lines of Pagna disappeared. The magic stored in Pagna filled his empty heart.

Compared to his past life, it was an empty sense of fulfillment, but.

The converted magic rotated. Repeatedly, doubling. And then doubling again. And when the four rotations were over.

“Oh my god.”

Deban and Ael, who were on the opposite roof, their mouths gaped wide open.

A white Sword Aura swallowed the inn.

***

“Don’t look at me like that. I tried my best.”

The group moved to a different location. The reason was that the second floor and the roof of the Northwest's Short Slumber had disappeared. The residents of the territory had also flocked over, saying a white firework had exploded the building.

“……”

The sight of magic tearing apart the entire upper floor of the inn and then soaring up into the sky.

Ael could still see that scene clearly in her mind. A pure white Sword Aura. The power that Simurtr had shown when he threatened her during the Selection Ceremony.

“No. I’m telling you, the opponent was a Sword Master. What was I supposed to do? Just die?”

“Who said anything?”

“Your eyes are saying it.”

“That’s not the look I’m giving.”

Ael’s eyes narrowed even more.

The guy who was quick-witted enough to notice an ambush didn't know that she was worried about him.

“I could have handled one of them.”

Even bigger was the sense of helplessness.

They were attacked together, but she had only managed to evacuate. She had only watched from afar as Simurtr killed nine knights and one Sword Master.

“No. You can’t. Not yet.”

Ael pouted.

As always, Simurtr was firm. He didn't listen to her whining.

“Why. You said I had talent too.”

“I’m saying you can’t right now. How old do you think those guys were?”

“……”

“You’ve only just come out into the world. This is your first mission.”

“…Alright.”

It’s your first time too.Ael swallowed those words.

Jahar came to mind. If it had been her brother, what would he have done? Would he have followed Simurtr’s words? Or would he have helped from the side?

It was difficult. But, it would have been the same even if her brother had come. The gap with Simurtr was too great.

“How are you? Are you okay?”

“No. Not really.”

“Really?”

The Simurtr she knew was making a weak sound?

Her narrowed eyes widened at once. Ael scanned Simurtr. It wasn't obvious from his body, which was clad in a martial arts uniform.

However, his complexion was pale. He looked bloodless, and his lips were somewhat purplish.

“Really. If I get ambushed now, I don’t think I can block it.”

Simurtr said that and looked at Deban.

He was dragging Juyce, whose limbs were subdued. When their eyes met, he smiled brightly.

“Shall I guard you?”

“No. Let’s go inside first.”

Ael stepped forward and got a room.

It was an inn not too far from the Northwest's Short Slumber, because she was thinking of the pale Simurtr.

“That…”

“He’s with us. He has a mental illness.”

When the innkeeper showed reluctance at the sight of the bound Juyce, Deban cut him off.

“There’s blood on his clothes…”

“It’s this person’s blood.”

“Isn’t that more of a problem…?”

“We will use a recovery potion once we’re inside.”

When Deban handed over a few gold coins, the innkeeper nodded repeatedly.

“Are you okay?”

While going up the stairs, Simurtr stumbled. Ael supported his collapsing body.

“No.”

Ael, whose body came into contact with his, felt a dampness.

His hair and the back of his martial arts uniform were soaked with a cold sweat.

“You…!”

“Let’s go inside first.”

Her palm supporting his back was soaked with sweat.

Ael, surprised, was about to open her sub-space, but Simurtr grabbed her hand.

“Still…”

“Quickly.”

“Shall I help?”

Deban, who was watching from behind, said.

“No. She’s enough.”

Simurtr gave Deban a sidelong glance and then looked forward.

He shifted his weight onto Ael’s body and slowly climbed the stairs. Room 302. Ael, who arrived in front, inserted the key and opened the door.

Ael and Simurtr entered first, and then Deban, who had dragged Juyce, locked the door.

“Let me see.”

Ael muttered and took off Simurtr’s martial arts uniform.

A body thicker and more solid than Jahar’s. Soaked in cold sweat. Three lines of a tattoo on his forearm…

“What. You have a tattoo too? Are you trying to become a monk at a monastery? No. That’s not it. Your body? What’s wrong?”

Ael frowned at her younger brother’s tattoo, which she was seeing for the first time, then shook her head hard.

“Are you alright?”

Deban, who had tied Juyce to a pillar in the center of the room, came over. Simurtr said, observing Deban’s reaction.

“I’m fine. It’s magic exhaustion. And some internal injuries.”

Killing intent… was not felt. But that was a basic skill that a skilled swordsman should possess.

This guy was superior to Juyce in many ways. He would be skilled at hiding his killing intent too.

“Then quickly, a potion…”

“Step aside for a moment.”

At this rate, it would only drag on. Simurtr felt that he had to go one step further here. He pushed Ael, who was next to him, to create space and raised his lying body.

“Kuweeeek.”

He bowed his head. Opened his mouth. Simurtr spat out a large amount of blood onto the floor.

It wasn't just coughing up blood. The sound of a heavy stream of blood hitting the floor made Ael momentarily suspect if it was fake blood.

“Huh? Hey!”

“Sir Simurtr?”

Simultaneously with Ael and Deban’s shock. A green lump suddenly formed on the ceiling, and then a human head popped out.

The head came out, and the shoulders. Following the upper body, the lower body. The process was instantaneous.

By the time Simurtr roughly wiped his mouth, the man had already fully revealed his entire body.

The man, who looked as if his entire body was painted green… was stuck to the ceiling.

Standing upside down on the ceiling, he was flashing his eyes that had no whites.

Thanks to that, their eye levels were perfectly matched. The eyes of the man standing upside down and the eyes of Simurtr, who was sitting, met at the same height.

“No. Fuck.”

The moment Simurtr, who met those green pupils, muttered a curse. The dagger the man was holding stretched out and rushed towards Simurtr’s face.

“Not you.”

But before that dagger could reach his face.

Simurtr’s left hand shot out. The casually opened hand, the unorganized fingers, suddenly pierced the man’s face.

Hoo!

Ael’s long hair flew wildly in the ensuing gust of wind.

“Huh?”

In Ael’s dumbfounded eyes, Simurtr’s forearm was visible. The tattoo, which had been three lines, had turned into two.