Chapter 386: A Sword Art Fit for the Demonic Path
While the eldest brother faced off against the Pagoda King, I observed many things. Above all, the Pagoda King had brought along a large entourage of retainers.
Truth be told, the word "retainer" is rather old-fashioned.
For example, the terms “swordsman” or “assassin” originally derived from “retainer.”
But like all words, these too seem to shift in status, nuance, and meaning over time.
Right now, it feels to me as if “retainer” ranks below swordsman or assassin.
After watching the eldest brother begin to wield the Bright Sword...
I changed my mind again.
It felt like the swordsman stood at the pinnacle of all “guests.”
Maybe it’s because I’m a swordsman too.
In truth, the eldest brother holds “swordsman” in higher regard than even his own nickname, the Sword Demon. If that weren’t the case, we’d have already heard the screams of lost souls erupting from the blade.
It seems the Cult Leader always wished for the eldest brother to become a Sword Demon who devours the souls of men. And if I were to speak frankly, so do I. It’s better than watching him die. The difference is, I don’t intend to force him like the Cult Leader does. No matter how one fights, taking responsibility for the result is a personal burden.
Unexpectedly, the Pagoda King was stronger than I had anticipated.