How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 31
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【Chapter 31】
‘Barbarian killing intent?’
He couldn’t understand what it meant at all.
Ding!
Another notification window appeared.
[Killing Intent Detection]
[Killing Intent Detection]
Grimgand detects killing intent lurking in the surroundings and warns its master.
The higher the master’s abilities rise, the more the targets and range of killing intent detection expand.
[Killing Intent Detection]
Grimgand detects killing intent lurking in the surroundings and warns its master.
The higher the master’s abilities rise, the more the targets and range of killing intent detection expand.
[Killing Intent Detection]
Grimgand detects killing intent lurking in the surroundings and warns its master.
The higher the master’s abilities rise, the more the targets and range of killing intent detection expand.
[Killing Intent Detection]
Grimgand detects killing intent lurking in the surroundings and warns its master.
The higher the master’s abilities rise, the more the targets and range of killing intent detection expand.
[Killing Intent Detection]
Grimgand detects killing intent lurking in the surroundings and warns its master.
The higher the master’s abilities rise, the more the targets and range of killing intent detection expand.
‘It’s a cheat item.’
If he could detect surrounding killing intent, it goes without saying that the probability of being ambushed by enemies would drastically decrease.
As expected of an Inheritance Sword containing Chaos King Cain’s will, even its hidden abilities seemed extraordinarily exceptional.
‘So there are barbarian warriors nearby.’
The conversation he had with Russell suddenly came to mind.
– Do you sometimes encounter barbarians too?
– Do you sometimes encounter barbarians too?
– Of course~ we meet them sometimes~ if you’re unlucky as hell.
– Of course~ we meet them sometimes~ if you’re unlucky as hell.
Today seemed to be one of those unlucky days, but he was truly grateful that Grimgand had warned him in advance.
Otherwise, he would have been ambushed by enemies or had to fight in an unprepared state.
“I have something to tell you.”
“Hmm?”
Begman frowned.
“Is there something you’re curious about?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“It seems like enemies are approaching.”
“What do you mean all of a sudden?”
“I can sense it.”
“You can sense it???”
“Yes.”
“You want me to believe such nonsense?”
“I’m not asking you to believe me, but to believe this.”
Carlisle said, drawing out Grimgand to show him.
“This sword is House Sigmund’s Inheritance Sword, so wouldn’t it be more trustworthy than me?”
“That piece of scrap metal… an Inheritance Sword?”
Begman spoke as if it was absurd.
A sword with teeth missing here and there.
It was so poorly maintained that rust had clumped together and stuck all over it.
“This bastard really has a death wish, going completely insane?”
Curses finally burst from Begman’s mouth.
For a warrior, a weapon is like life itself.
Who would have expected that someone claiming to be a knight of House Sigmund would bring a rusted sword?
“Wow. There really is such an idiot.”
“Crazy bastard.”
“Tsk tsk.”
The scout unit soldiers also clicked their tongues at the sight of Grimgand.
“I told you this sword is an Inheritance Sword.”
“You want me to believe that now?”
“Since you might not know, let me tell you that Inheritance Swords come in all shapes and forms. There are even Inheritance Swords in the form of whips or scythes, not swords.”
“I, I see.”
“It’s fine if you insult me, but surely you’re not disrespecting Ancestor Rompen who created this Wanderer.”
“Disrespect! I never did that! Absolutely not!”
Begman desperately shook his head.
While it was fine to treat Carlisle a bit roughly since he was just a low-ranking soldier, dishonoring House Sigmund was absolutely unacceptable.
Besides, every northerner respected House Sigmund without exception.
“Then you won’t ignore my Inheritance Sword’s warning either—the Wanderer’s warning.”
Chiring chiring!
A subtle Sword Cry resonated from Grimgand.
“Hmm.”
After much deliberation, Begman made his decision.
“Fine. I’ll trust that scrap met… no, your Inheritance Sword just once. If you’re barking up the wrong tree…”
“I’ll gladly accept any punishment.”
“Good.”
Begman nodded and commanded the scout members.
“Everyone take ambush positions. Move out.”
“Move out.”
As soon as Begman’s order was given, the scout members scattered in perfect coordination and hid themselves.
“This way.”
“Yes.”
Carlisle followed Begman and hid behind a large boulder.
“Is that sword really trustworthy?”
“It’s my first time, so I’m not sure.”
“…”
“But it’s an Inheritance Sword after all, so surely it wouldn’t toy with its master.”
“True enough.”
Begman nodded as if he understood.
While Carlisle van Sigmund, the Northern Region’s greatest scoundrel, was questionable, House Sigmund’s Inheritance Sword was at least trustworthy.
The problem was that even the Inheritance Sword Carlisle possessed didn’t look very promising.
‘It’s really not reassuring.’
Begman narrowed his eyes and glared at Grimgand in the form of Wanderer.
From a third party’s perspective, it seemed like Carlisle and Grimgand were a perfect match for each other.
The Northern Scoundrel and a chipped, rusted Inheritance Sword—weren’t they a perfect pair that embodied “birds of a feather flock together”?
‘You better not be wrong.’
Just as Begman was secretly clenching his fist and glaring at Carlisle.
Swish, swoosh.
Barbarian warriors with massive builds revealed themselves, pushing through the grass field.
Carlisle’s warning… or more precisely, the jet-black sword Grimgand had been correct.
* * *
The number of barbarian warriors that revealed themselves was six in total.
Since the scout members numbered ten including Carlisle, the scout unit had the numerical advantage.
Moreover, thanks to Carlisle, they had even set up an ambush in advance, so tactically the scout unit was in an advantageous situation.
“Your words were really true.”
Begman looked back at Carlisle and whispered.
“That’s right.”
Carlisle replied indifferently.
He could have been triumphant, but…
“We’re going to attack those bastards. It won’t be easy, but we’re in an advantageous situation. By the way, this would be your first real battle, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t show off, just stay by my side and follow my lead. If you’re a Sigmund, you should be able to do at least that much.”
“Well, I suppose so.”
“Wait for now.”
Begman didn’t immediately give the attack order, but watched the barbarian warriors for a while.
Like a seasoned veteran, he knew to observe the enemy’s movements and wait for the right moment to strike rather than attacking rashly.
The barbarian warriors, unaware that the scout unit was lying in ambush, were busy digging the ground with hoes and burying fist-sized stone-like objects in them.
‘For barbarians, they’re quite cunning.’
Carlisle let out a bitter smile.
Magic stone traps.
These were crude explosives created by barbarian shamans that exploded the moment they were stepped on, making them very threatening and troublesome weapons for soldiers.
They were clearly installing them with the purpose of blowing off the legs of scout members patrolling around the fortress.
‘Phew.’
Carlisle watched the barbarian warriors install the magic stone traps while steadying his mind.
To think he would face real combat this quickly…
He wasn’t even mentally prepared yet.
However, the situation wouldn’t wait for Carlisle.
Tap tap, Begman nudged Carlisle’s ribs with his elbow.
‘Get ready.’
Begman sent hand signals toward Marder, who was positioned far away on high ground.
‘Three, two, one.’
Swooosh!
Thunk!
Marder’s arrow flew at a terrifying speed and pierced through the head of the barbarian warrior who appeared to be the commander.
“…!”
At the very moment when the barbarian warriors planting magic stone traps were startled.
Tweeeet!
“Waaaaaaaah!”
Along with Begman’s whistle sound, the scout members who had been lying in ambush all rushed out at once and charged toward the barbarian warriors.
“Let’s go, rookie.”
“Yes.”
Carlisle also followed Begman and leaped into the battlefield.
“Hyaaaah!”
Begman let out a fierce shout and swung his halberd toward the nearest barbarian warrior.
Thunk!
As the halberd sliced through the barbarian warrior’s shoulder blade, blood spurted up, and red muscle and white bone were completely exposed.
“Die, you bastard!”
The barbarian warrior’s body and head separated, and crimson blood burst out like a fountain.
Thud, roll roll roll…
Thump!
‘…He’s dead.’
Carlisle was startled to see Begman cleanly chop off the barbarian warrior’s neck.
For Carlisle, the sight of someone’s head being chopped off with an axe was truly surreal.
But that was all.
That barbarian warrior’s death didn’t evoke any further emotion in Carlisle.
He was shocked because it was a horrific scene he had never seen once in his previous or current life, that was all.
Moreover, there was no time to leisurely contemplate the enemy’s death.
“Uooooooh!”
One barbarian warrior charged toward Carlisle like an enraged wild boar, with truly reckless movements.
“Get out of the way!”
Just as Begman urgently shouted and tried to push Carlisle away.
‘Now.’
Carlisle spotted an opening in the barbarian warrior charging toward him and indifferently swung Grimgand.
World Opening.
It was the sword of the hero who had protected Dekaron from the barbarian warriors’ invasion about 200 years ago.
The black trajectory drawn by Grimgand bisected the barbarian warrior’s chest.
Spluuuuush!
A spray of blood that burst out all at once engulfed Carlisle.
“…!”
Despite being in the middle of combat, the scout members’ gazes focused on Carlisle.
Who could have predicted that Carlisle would cut a barbarian warrior in half with a single sword strike.
“R-rookie?”
Begman also looked at Carlisle with eyes full of shock, as if he couldn’t believe it.
However, Carlisle himself paid no attention to the surrounding reactions.
Carlisle just stood there blankly, drenched in the blood of the barbarian warrior he had killed.
‘It’s nothing special.’
Carlisle didn’t particularly feel any guilt.
Thump thump!
Except for his heartbeat being a little faster than usual, nothing had changed.
‘Is it because they’re enemies?’
Perhaps that could be it.
This was a battlefield.
A place where if you don’t kill the enemy, you die.
After all, nowhere in the world would call a soldier who fought for his country a murderer.
“Hey! Rookie!”
Begman urgently approached Carlisle and said.
“Rookie, rookie!”
Swish swish, Begman waved his hand in front of Carlisle’s face.
“He’s completely lost it.”
For Begman, a seasoned veteran, it wasn’t particularly surprising for a soldier or knight who had killed an enemy for the first time to be half out of their mind.
About nine out of ten would be like this, and Begman knew what the best remedy for such people was.
“Snap out of it, you son of a…”
Begman raised his hand, thinking this wouldn’t do.
He knew from experience that the best way to awaken someone who had lost their senses was to give them a big shock.
For example, slapping them across the face.
“Why are you trying to hit me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Huh?”
“It would be troublesome if you hit me for no reason.”
“Well, that’s…”
Begman was flustered.
Because Carlisle was staring directly at him with a frown.
* * *
Contrary to what Begman had thought, Carlisle hadn’t been shocked senseless by his first kill.
He was just a little surprised and had been lost in thought for a moment.
“Are you coming to your senses now?”
“I was never out of my senses…”
“Really…?”
Begman glared at Carlisle with suspicion.
‘He’s perfectly fine.’
Begman could tell by looking at his eyes that Carlisle was completely sane.
Carlisle’s eyes.
Those mysterious light purple eyes were just as normal as usual.
After going mad in battle or surviving extreme situations, people usually develop a characteristic dazed and hollow look in their eyes, but Carlisle showed no such signs at all.
“I-I see. I thought you had lost your mind. But wasn’t that your first kill?”
“That’s right.”
“How can you be so fine?”
“Do I have to lose my mind?”
“Well, not necessarily, but…”
“Then that’s settled. Anyway, I’m perfectly fine. This is rather unpleasant though.”
Carlisle grumbled as he roughly wiped the blood from his face.
The problem was that blood wasn’t something that could be cleaned off by casually rubbing it with one’s hands.
Before he knew it, Carlisle’s face was completely stained and covered in the Barbarian Warrior’s blood.
‘Is he completely unaffected because he was already thoroughly insane?’
Begman thought that might actually be the case.
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