Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 200

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 200

Episode 200. Summons (3)

‘They couldn’t hold back and are fighting again?’

Sikan Bauer’s head throbbed.

Why were all the Sword Masters nothing but fighting cocks?

At this point, he seriously questioned the judgment of the Great Ones who selected these heretics.

‘Of course, it’s probably because they have such tendencies that they all reached the realm of Sword Master…’

For Sikan Bauer, who had to handle them, it was truly maddening.

‘Damn it. This chaos right after arriving at the Holy City.’

Whooo-.

A sigh escaped him naturally.

He had served as the investigation team leader of Middle Temple for a long time, resolving all kinds of crisis situations.

But incidents involving Sword Masters were always unpredictable.

Not only were there too few cases to establish response manuals, but Sword Masters were beings who far exceeded the bounds of common sense to begin with.

“…”

Swoosh-.

Sikan Bauer glanced sideways inside the carriage.

He could see the three Sword Masters quietly waiting for Middle Temple’s guidance.

Gaon was looking out the window, lost in thought, while Pean wore his usual leisurely smile.

And Mangnyeom was staring blankly into space, making it questionable whether she was even properly awake.

‘If only all the other heretics were like those three…’

Sikan Bauer sighed again.

Well, what could he do?

Wishes were wishes, and reality was reality.

No matter how urgent the situation, he couldn’t abandon the distinguished guests who had come from afar and rush off.

First, he had to escort the three to their guest rooms, then handle the situation.

Just as Sikan Bauer finished that thought and was about to speak,

At that very moment, Gaon casually opened his mouth.

“Guide me to where the fighting is taking place.”

“…?”

Pause-.

Sikan Bauer’s eyes widened in surprise.

‘Guide him to where the fighting is taking place…?’

The meaning behind those words was clear.

He intended to step forward himself and resolve the conflict between Sword Masters.

In one way, it was an appealing proposal. If Gaon stepped in directly, the situation would surely be resolved quickly.

But at the same time, there were hesitations.

No matter how urgent the situation, how could he burden a distinguished guest who had come from afar with such troublesome matters?

‘When we don’t even know what kind of dispute it is or how serious the situation has become, there’s nothing more irresponsible than rashly guiding The Protagonist to the scene…’

Just as Sikan Bauer was about to politely decline Gaon’s proposal,

“Don’t worry.”

“…”

“Middle Temple’s affairs are my affairs, and problems among heretics must be resolved among heretics.”

Step-.

Gaon said this as he walked out of the carriage.

There wasn’t a trace of hesitation in his eyes. Only a sense of duty that this was naturally something he had to do.

“So hurry and guide me to where the commotion is taking place.”

“…”

“Don’t make me repeat the same words twice.”

Sikan Bauer, who had been standing with his mouth agape, slowly nodded his head.

When Gaon spoke like that, there was no way to refuse.

“Yes. Then what about the other guests…”

“I’ll come along too. Thanks to catching a ride in the carriage, I rested plenty on the way to the Holy City, haha.”

Pean answered as he got out of the carriage.

“I, I’ll follow too.”

Adelia also hurriedly stuck close to Gaon’s side.

It wasn’t a surprising reaction.

She always followed Gaon around like gum stuck to his shoe.

Swoosh-.

Soon everyone’s gaze turned to one place.

To Mangnyeom, the only person who hadn’t given an answer yet.

“…?”

When everyone suddenly started looking at her, Mangnyeom snapped out of her blank stare into space and came to her senses.

A faint consciousness began to return to her drowsy eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“What will you do, Mangnyeom?”

“Huh?”

Pause-.

Hearing Pean’s question, Mangnyeom looked puzzled.

She seemed to have no idea what conversation they had been having in the first place.

Those empty eyes wandered through the air. She didn’t even show the will to understand the current situation.

Pean, as if he had expected such a reaction from Mangnyeom, smiled bitterly and asked again with a simpler question.

“Do you want to go to your room and rest?”

“Not really? I’m not tired.”

Mangnyeom still had an indifferent expression.

Resting or not resting seemed to make no difference to her.

“Then please follow us.”

“Okay. Got it, Anpea.”

“…It’s Pean.”

“Okay. Got it, Peana.”

Mangnyeom obediently got out of the carriage and began following behind Pean.

Thus, a party was formed to stop the Sword Masters causing the commotion.

* * *

‘Hmm.’

Scratch scratch-.

Inside the waiting room of the Middle Temple Tower.

Heukgol touched his skull while lost in thought.

‘I’ve had quite a lot of occasions to visit Middle Temple recently.’

This was already the third time in the short period of three months, so he had been coming and going from the Holy City about once a month.

Each time, there was always one thought that came to mind…

‘I’m bored.’

Heukgol wondered whether to take out an instrument from between his ribs.

‘I’d like to play the violin.’

But he soon shook his head.

Now wasn’t the mood to play a tune.

Because…

“Fucking hell!”

…The two Sword Masters had been growling and facing off against each other for a while now.

Crash-!

The sound of striking the wall echoed through the waiting room along with harsh profanity.

A woman with wildly flowing coral-colored hair snorted angrily.

“Do I look like an idiot to you?”

Two pairs of daggers hanging from both sides of her waist swayed dangerously.

Protruding fangs, blazing red eyes, and pale skin.

The Sword Master of Bloodlust.

The vampire woman exploded in rage toward the Tyrant Dragon.

“Cut the bullshit, you lizard bastard!”

“…What? Lizard?”

Hissss-!

At that insult, the Tyrant Dragon let out a scoff as if incredulous.

Steam escaping from his mouth instantly heated the air in the room.

“How dare a mosquito brat like you have a death wish?”

“Hah? Mosquito brat?”

Bloodlust ground her fangs together.

“Look at how this guy talks?”

“Didn’t you call me a lizard first!”

“Well, I call a lizard a lizard, not a hedgehog!”

A childish argument that was hard to believe came from Sword Masters.

Heukgol clicked his tongue while watching their low-level conversation.

‘Sigh….’

He shook his head disapprovingly.

‘…They’re fighting over nothing important.’

The cause of the dispute between the Tyrant Dragon and Bloodlust was simple.

A few days ago.

All Sword Masters received a revelation.

An urgent matter had arisen, so gather at Middle Temple immediately.

Once they arrived at the Holy City, the situation would be explained in detail.

‘Something big must have happened. Are the Evil Gods finally making their move?’

‘Whatever it is, I need to prepare properly.’

The Heretics who heard this all came with firm resolve.

Since this was the first assembly of this generation, they expected a grave matter awaited them.

But….

Once they actually gathered at Middle Temple, the Elders changed their tune.

─The real reason for the assembly will only be told to the Thirteenth Sword Master, so you will hear our will through him.

The moment she heard that revelation, Bloodlust furrowed her brow sharply.

“What? A thirteenth Heretic was born? When?”

She seemed bewildered by the fact that a new Sword Master had been born without her knowledge.

But that wasn’t the real problem.

“Wait a minute! The Holy Judgment ended in just one day again? What kind of moron was in charge of the test?”

When she heard that the test determining the qualifications of the Thirteenth Sword Master had ended in just one day, Bloodlust’s anger began to rise….

“Ugh! You stupid skull-faced bastard! Why did you finish so quickly a test that should have taken at least several years!”

When she heard that Heukgol was the one in charge, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Heukgol glared at Bloodlust but didn’t bother to respond.

Because.

─You know what? I suffered for 7 years because of some idiot’s test before I was finally recognized as a Heretic.

The idiot who made Heukgol suffer for 7 years was none other than Bloodlust herself.

‘Tch.’

Anyway.

That was old history, so forget about it.

Back to the main point.

What ultimately ignited Bloodlust’s anger was something else….

“Why the hell are the Great Ones putting that bastard forward as representative?”

“….”

“I’d understand if it were Pean! That pointy-eared bastard has lived as a Sword Master much longer than us!”

“….”

“But they’re only telling the rookie who became a Heretic last the reason directly, and we have to hear the news through that bastard’s mouth? Fuck, does this situation make any sense? Am I the only one who finds this ridiculous?”

The fact that a greenhorn who just became a Sword Master was receiving special treatment while pushing aside those who had walked the path of Heretics for long years.

“And fuck! Lizard and skull-face! Why are you two accepting this!”

Moreover, the fact that the Tyrant Dragon and Heukgol seemed to accept such an unreasonable situation.

Those two circumstances made Bloodlust’s anger explode.

Whip-!

Bloodlust, who had been facing off against the Tyrant Dragon, whipped her head around.

Then she screamed at Heukgol.

“Hey, skull-face! You tell me! What’s so great about that bastard Gaon! Huh?”

“….”

Heukgol kept his mouth firmly shut.

He knew it wouldn’t get through to her anyway.

The Tyrant Dragon had already told her everything.

However, despite explaining over a hundred times that Gaon had defeated Camillo von Taribas, Bloodlust dismissed those words as nonsense.

There would be no point in adding to the conversation here.

Just then.

Creeeeak-.

The sound of a door opening was heard.

Everyone’s gaze naturally turned toward the entrance of the waiting room.

“…He’s here.”

The Tyrant Dragon muttered in a low voice.

The first to enter the room was Pean.

Following him, Mangnyeom entered the waiting room….

Thud, thud-.

Soon after, a young man appeared.

Clear features visible between dark blue hair.

He was a handsome man with an overall sharp elegance, notable for his golden eyes.

Bloodlust instinctively realized at that moment.

‘That’s him.’

Confidence that showed no intimidation while standing shoulder to shoulder with other Sword Masters.

Natural gait as if entering a familiar space while stepping into Middle Temple’s waiting room.

Above all, the composure emanating from his gaze as he swept the room once.

There was only one person who could exude such an atmosphere.

‘Sword Master.’

And.

The only Heretic whose face Bloodlust didn’t know was the Thirteenth, chosen for the first time.

‘Then….’

That bastard must be Gaon.

Bloodlust’s gaze sharpened. She was finally facing the newcomer that Tyrant Dragon had praised so highly.

‘…So you’re saying that bastard will represent all of us and hear the Elder’s will?’

Swish-.

Her hand unconsciously began moving toward the dagger at her waist.

‘I’ll personally verify those qualifications for you.’

A dangerous smile spread across Bloodlust’s lips.

Just then.

“Stop it.”

Pean restrained her with a cold voice.

“You’ll actually die if you do that.”

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