Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 221

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 221

Episode 221. Mute Sisters, and Muwolcha (4)

Creak-.

Pokryeomdo trembled slightly in Tyrant Dragon’s grip.

Half-baked lizard. And even the words about reptilian stench.

As soon as he heard that mockery, hot rage began to surge up.

‘Damn bastard.’

Normally, he would have charged at his opponent the moment he heard such words.

No matter how strong the enemy was, no matter what kind of being they were, it was his nature to fight first and think later.

‘But…’

Dorico Shiro.

If his opponent was her, the story was different.

A Worshipper of Evil Gods that all Sword Masters were reluctant to face. The worst enemy that could never be defeated by pure force alone.

She was absolutely not an opponent who could be beaten with ‘strength’. This was a fact that could be understood just by looking around.

“Kugh, keuugh…”

Dwarves groaning while collapsed limply.

Twisted and destroyed iron watchtowers. And even the sight of Dorico Shiro standing in the middle of it all with a bright smile.

That woman had broken through Vilopozy’s iron fortress single-handedly. And without a single wound at that.

“I heard some intruder attacked, so I was expecting a heated battle…”

Shing-!

Tyrant Dragon gripped Pokryeomdo.

Aura began to form on the blade. Hot heat spread out like waves, making the surrounding air ripple.

However, even after completing all battle preparations, Tyrant Dragon didn’t rashly swing his sword or charge at his opponent.

“…I never dreamed I’d face a ‘walking corpse’ hiding behind dirty illusions and giggling.”

His opponent was a master of illusions.

The complete opposite of Tyrant Dragon, who tried to solve everything with physical force. She could truly be called a natural enemy.

That’s why he couldn’t charge recklessly. One wrong move could bring about irreversible consequences.

“Hey! Walking corpse! That’s too harsh!”

Giggle giggle-.

Dorico Shiro laughed playfully.

Not a trace of tension could be found in her relaxed demeanor.

She had already seen through the fact that Tyrant Dragon couldn’t easily attack.

“Hey.”

Tyrant Dragon forcibly suppressed his rising anger and opened his mouth while trying to maintain his composure.

“What’s your purpose in coming here?”

“Hm? I already told you earlier.”

Dorico Shiro shrugged her shoulders as she answered.

“I came to see Gaon. That’s all.”

“…”

Tsk-.

Tyrant Dragon clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Damn it. This one talks about Gaon, that one talks about Gaon… The whole world is only talking about that bastard.”

Tyrant Dragon slowly raised his head and stared directly at Dorico Shiro. The vertical pupils characteristic of the Dragon Clan contracted dangerously.

“And even if I said I’d bring Gaon, you have no intention of letting me go, do you?”

“Yep.”

Dorico Shiro nodded with an innocent smile.

“You know me well.”

Kuuuung-!

At that very moment, the world began to twist.

The world was dyed pitch black. As if someone had poured black paint over reality.

The unconscious dwarf’s figure slowly disappeared. The destroyed watchtowers, the rugged canyon’s rock walls, and even the scenery of Villopoze, the Dungeon Town, all melted into the darkness.

What remained was an endlessly spread pitch-black space. Only Dorico Shiro and Tyrant Dragon were left alone in that abyss.

‘…Damn.’

Tyrant Dragon cursed inwardly.

He had been caught up in an illusion without realizing it.

Hissss-!

Black energy writhed like snakes and shot out from all directions.

Crack-!

They moved like living tentacles and began to bind Tyrant Dragon’s limbs. Firmly restraining his wrists and ankles, making him unable to move.

“Kugh!”

He knew it was an illusion. He could understand it intellectually. But he couldn’t deceive his body’s senses.

The weight pressing down on his chest felt real, and the stuffiness rising to his throat blocked his breathing.

“Of course Gaon is good too, but…”

Dorico Shiro, who had somehow approached right in front of him, burst into a bright laugh.

Behind that pure-looking smile, eerie madness flickered.

“…I’d like to see a Sword Master crying and wailing for once after such a long time.”

The next moment.

Kwaaaaaaaaa──!

Memories from the past that he didn’t want to recall began to flash through Tyrant Dragon’s mind like fragments.

* * *

Some might wonder. If there’s already The Saintess, why would the Mute Sisters’ future sight be necessary?

But there’s a fundamental difference between the two.

Strictly speaking, The Saintess’s oracle is not future prediction. It’s merely conveying the will of the gods on behalf of the Pantheon.

In contrast, the Mute Sisters objectively see the future and convey it as it is.

‘To put it simply…’

If The Saintess’s oracle is instructions from a superior.

The Mute Sisters’ future sight is like a scout’s report.

In other words, unlike The Saintess, the Mute Sisters are outside the sphere of influence of The Great Ones.

They were independent beings not swayed by the gods’ will.

No, to be more precise…

They were actually in a position hostile to The Great Ones.

Because of the torture and experiments they suffered at Middle Temple.

“The aunts are saying.”

Just then, The Girl continued speaking carefully.

“The aunts are asking back whether their choice is actually natural.”

“…”

“They suffered such terrible torture for decades because of Middle Temple, so isn’t it normal to hate The Elders? Wouldn’t it be stranger not to side with the Evil Gods?”

“…”

“They say they’re just a disgrace that Middle Temple wants to hide. Since they’ll try to eliminate them at any time to silence them, isn’t it a rational choice to join hands with the Evil Gods instead?”

I smiled bitterly.

I knew all too well what kind of horrific experiments the Mute Sisters had undergone under Middle Temple’s traditionalist faction.

Not only had I encountered it several times in the game, but all those atrocities were recorded in detail in the Project Seraphim experiment records that Arwen von Goldhart had given me.

Horrific tortures that were hard to describe in words. Atrocities that were insufficient to call mere human experimentation.

In that sense, The Girl’s words were not wrong at all.

It was natural for the Sisterhood of the Forsaken to hate the Elders. No. Rather, it would be stranger if they didn’t.

“I fully understand that anger.”

Having finished my thoughts up to that point, I carefully opened my mouth.

“Considering the pain you’ve endured, it’s natural to hate the Elders and Middle Temple. Honestly speaking, I’m grateful just for the fact that you’re treating me as a Heretic right now.”

After catching my breath for a moment, I looked straight into the girl’s eyes and continued.

“But there’s one thing I want to make clear. It wasn’t all of Middle Temple that conducted those terrible experiments on you.”

“…?”

“Those experiments were atrocities committed by the madness and desires of the Traditionalist bastards.”

I spoke with conviction in my voice.

“And I completely annihilated those Traditionalists with my own hands. I personally executed those who committed such terrible acts against you. They no longer exist in this world.”

For a moment, the eyes of the Sisterhood of the Forsaken wavered slightly.

“Those currently leading Middle Temple deeply regret the Traditionalists’ atrocities. They seek to atone for past sins and provide you with maximum support and compensation.”

I paused briefly and looked around. Taking in the sight of the Sisterhood of the Forsaken living hidden in this small space, I continued.

“That’s the real reason I came here.”

“….”

“To inform you of that fact.”

Of course.

There was no way the Sisterhood of the Forsaken didn’t know this fact.

They would already know through future sight that I had eliminated the Traditionalists. And they would have grasped what direction Middle Temple was changing in now.

‘Considering their abilities, they would naturally have seen through all of that.’

Yet the reason they were subtly showing reactions that seemed to defend the Evil Gods’ side was because the entire Sisterhood of the Forsaken harbored deep-rooted hostility toward Middle Temple.

At the same time….

‘…this is also a silent negotiation.’

It meant: we have suffered this much, so if you truly want to win us over, show us sincerity worthy of that.

Well, what could I do?

If the Sisterhood of the Forsaken completely fell to the path of corruption, I would be the one in the most trouble. Whatever they demanded, I had no choice but to accommodate it as much as possible.

Considering the abilities they possessed, whatever they demanded would be a deal worth its value.

Anyway, Middle Temple would pay that price, so I wouldn’t suffer any losses.

Just then.

“The aunts say they want to talk later.”

“…?”

Hearing the girl’s following words, I couldn’t help but furrow my brow slightly.

‘Later… they say…?’

It was strange.

In the game, the Sisterhood of the Forsaken had never once postponed a conversation.

Usually, after taking a moment to think, they would immediately express their willingness to cooperate – that was the normal sequence.

‘Why?’

I was confused.

After annihilating Middle Temple’s Traditionalists, becoming allies was an absolute rule.

That’s why I had planned everything to eliminate the Traditionalists led by Jark von Haibrunn and secure future sight as quickly as possible….

I couldn’t understand at all why the Sisterhood of the Forsaken was withholding their answer.

Could there be some variable I missed? That couldn’t be possible, could it?

Everything should have been perfect.

While I was unable to get my bearings in such confusion.

“A Worshipper of Evil Gods has come to Vilopozy.”

Freeze-.

At the girl’s next words, I couldn’t help but freeze instantly.

“Right now, if you don’t leave immediately….”

She paused for a moment, then looked at me with worried eyes and added.

“They say the two people who came with you will die.”

* * *

‘Wh-what in the world….’

Adelia was looking at the horrific scene before her with a shocked expression.

Haa, haaak-!

The Tyrant Dragon had completely collapsed.

His rough breathing echoed through the ravine. His entire body was trembling as if convulsing, and the hand gripping Pokryeomdo was clenched tight with strength.

The intimidating aura characteristic of the Dragon Clan had completely disappeared. He looked like someone tormented by nightmares.

“You’re still the same, lizard.”

Meanwhile, Dorico Shiro was still standing leisurely in place.

“Weak. You still can’t escape from the past.”

Adelia knew what was happening right now. Thanks to Middle Temple’s records she had read in the past, she could grasp information about Dorico Shiro.

Dorico Shiro’s illusion techniques far surpassed the level of simply causing simple delusions.

It was a demonic ability that forcibly dragged out traumas sealed in the deepest parts of the opponent’s mind and recreated them more vividly and cruelly than reality.

On the surface, it looked like the Tyrant Dragon was just standing there, but his mind was probably flailing in hellish agony right now.

‘For Lord Tyrant Dragon, stronger than anyone, to be so helplessly….’

He who had always shown only a strong appearance was now in a state where he couldn’t move even a single step by his own will.

Just seeing that sight made goosebumps rise all over Adelia’s body.

She instinctively realized it. Even though she had grown tremendously compared to before, she could never defeat Dorico Shiro.

Don’t underestimate her because of her innocent and bright personality. She too was one of the Five Nightmares.

‘How on earth did Lord Gaon subdue such a monster?’

Just then.

“Hello, Adelia.”

Dorico Shiro’s voice suddenly heard by her ear.

“…!”

Flinch-.

Adelia startled and stepped backward.

Before she knew it, Dorico Shiro was standing right next to her.

She too had been caught in the illusion.

“This is the first time we’ve met since the Forest of the Heavenly Sea, right?”

Swish-.

Dorico Shiro looked down at Adelia’s sword.

“You changed weapons, I see. It suits you well.”

“….”

Adelia was speechless. Her entire body seemed frozen, unable to move.

“Jelly, it’s been a while too. Have you been well?”

[Pyo, pyororororok….]

The Aquamancer made a small crying sound and burrowed into Adelia’s embrace.

It was showing fear of Dorico Shiro.

“And.”

Dorico Shiro turned her head to look behind her.

A bright smile spread across her face.

Like a child meeting a friend they had been waiting for a long time.

“Nice to see you, Gaon. I really missed you.”

She waved her hand toward the familiar figure approaching from far away.

Step, step-.

Gaon could be seen walking slowly. His expression was infinitely calm, but anger flickered in the depths of his eyes.

He looked back and forth between the Tyrant Dragon trapped in illusions and suffering, and Adelia trembling in fear, furrowing his brow.

“What is this supposed to be?”

“I came here because I have a favor to ask, hehe.”

Dorico Shiro answered cheerfully.

“Give me one of the test subjects from Project Seraphim!”

“…What?”

“One of the Sisterhood of the Forsaken! Just one! Only one will do! I’ll treat her preciously and then return her!”

“No.”

“Huh.”

Gaon rejected her outright.

At that, Dorico Shiro made a genuinely hurt expression.

“That’s too much! We’re friends! Can’t you grant me this one favor?”

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