Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 223

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 223

Episode 223. Sisterhood of the Forsaken, and Muwolcha (6)

To be honest, that girl becoming the Tyrant Dragon’s disciple was the most ideal scenario.

‘Adelia alone is enough for my disciple.’

No.

Maybe even handling Adelia might be overwhelming.

Always maintaining a master-like appearance and somehow acting strong was never an easy task.

‘But if I had two disciples…?’

Just imagining it gave me a headache.

The number of people I’d have to act in front of would double.

Of course, now that my specs had improved to some degree, I didn’t need to worry about my bluffs being ridiculously exposed… but I couldn’t help being concerned about various things.

Above all.

In that girl’s case, her growth potential would be greatest when raised under the Tyrant Dragon.

It was the same in the game. When entrusted to the Tyrant Dragon, she grew into a powerhouse who would shake the continent in the future.

‘And this is something the Tyrant Dragon himself needs too.’

The Tyrant Dragon would also meet an opportunity to grow one step further while teaching a disciple.

In the process of becoming a master, explaining swordsmanship, and demonstrating techniques, he would reorganize his own martial arts.

And that wasn’t all.

Taking in a disciple would also help with the Tyrant Dragon’s mental care.

Didn’t I just witness it? The sight of the Tyrant Dragon completely broken down, trapped in Dorico Shiro’s illusion.

‘That bastard has surprisingly fragile mentality.’

He looked rough and strong on the outside, but inside he was weaker than expected. Past complexes and trauma still weighed him down.

To such a Tyrant Dragon, that girl would provide great emotional stability.

Protecting someone, being recognized, becoming a master. All of that would serve as healing for him.

It was kind of like providing a companion animal for the Tyrant Dragon?

But…

‘…Somehow the situation seems to be getting twisted.’

The girl began paying more attention to me rather than the Tyrant Dragon.

Well, that was still fine.

As we progressed through this Vilopozy scenario, the girl would naturally come to think highly of the Tyrant Dragon.

There would be plenty of opportunities to show how strong he was, what an excellent fighter he was.

‘At least…’

I planned to design the situation so that would happen.

I just needed to prepare a stage where the Tyrant Dragon could perform magnificently, and arrange for the girl to see that clearly.

There were plenty of opportunities anyway. Vilopozy had mountains of tasks that needed to be handled ahead.

“Groan.”

Right then.

The Tyrant Dragon let out a groan and pressed his head firmly with both hands. It seemed the aftereffects of the illusion still remained.

“…That aside, what happened to Dorico Shiro?”

He seemed to be belatedly trying to grasp the situation.

I answered with feigned indifference.

“While you were trapped in the illusion and struggling, I stepped forward and drove her away.”

Of course, Dorico Shiro hadn’t retreated obediently.

She seemed quite hurt by my cold treatment… but anyway, what mattered was that she left Vilopozy without causing bigger problems.

Hah-.

Hearing my words, the Tyrant Dragon let out a hollow laugh as if dejected.

He hung his head and muttered.

“I was already dumbfounded when I heard you had subdued Dorico Shiro at the Sacred Inquisition last time… but how is even your mental strength monster-like, you bastard?”

Various emotions were mixed in that voice.

Admiration and relief, and even self-mockery about himself.

He seemed to think pathetically of himself for collapsing helplessly against Dorico Shiro’s illusion.

‘But that couldn’t be helped, Tyrant Dragon.’

Originally, Dorico Shiro’s ability worked fatally against most Sword Masters.

If I hadn’t had the passive ability of the Soul of the Sword Master, I would have been helplessly caught too.

“Whew…”

The Tyrant Dragon sighed deeply, shook his head, and asked.

“Anyway. So we can breathe easy for now?”

“No.”

I answered decisively.

“We shouldn’t feel safe yet.”

“…What?”

“This incident made it certain. The fact that the Worshippers of Evil Gods are targeting the Sisterhood of the Forsaken.”

Dorico Shiro had directly asked me. Please hand over the Sisterhood of the Forsaken, even just one of them.

‘Though she seemed playful on the surface…’

I definitely felt sincerity in those words.

And having progressed through the Vilopozy scenario dozens of times, I knew all too well how important a puzzle piece the Sisterhood of the Forsaken was to the demonic side.

They would return to secure the Sisterhood of the Forsaken somehow.

They failed this time, but next time they would surely come more thoroughly prepared. With more personnel, stronger forces, more cunning schemes.

“Damn it.”

Hearing my explanation, the Tyrant Dragon’s expression gradually hardened.

Tension began to rise again over his face that had been immersed in self-mockery.

“You’re saying this incident won’t end with just Dorico Shiro alone?”

Nod-.

I nodded briefly and continued speaking step by step.

“The Worshippers of Evil Gods will continue targeting Vilopozy. More persistently, and in more dangerous ways.”

The Vilopozy scenario was a high-difficulty section where you had to overcome endlessly pouring dangers.

Increasingly fierce monster waves were basic, and black mages from Ataraxy allied with the Five Nightmares constantly poured attacks.

And at the end, the ‘boss’ of this scenario would appear to decorate the finale… that battle difficulty literally transcended imagination.

Countless players were frustrated in this section. I too had tried many times before clearing this scenario for the first time, so that said it all.

“Lord Gaon.”

Then, Adelia carefully spoke up.

“Right now we could stop her because Dorico Shiro came alone, and impromptu without any preparation.”

“…”

“But wouldn’t the story be different if she set her mind to plotting something? If she came with sufficient preparation, attacking systematically together with other Worshippers of Evil Gods…”

Worry was deeply embedded in Adelia’s voice.

“I think it would be better to request support from Middle Temple or Wintershield. If we call more Sword Masters or receive support from high-ranking mages, we could defend much more stably.”

It was a reasonable suggestion.

When lacking forces, requesting support was common sense.

But I slowly shook my head.

“Even if we request support from Middle Temple, nothing fundamentally changes.”

“…”

“Dorico Shiro’s illusions can’t be stopped by physical force. Regardless of swordsmanship or magical skill, it’s over once the mind collapses.”

I continued explaining in a firm voice.

“Rather, it becomes more dangerous as personnel increases. If a Sword Master caught in illusions starts attacking allies? From then it’s hell. It’s not fighting enemies but having to fight controlled comrades.”

It was exactly the same situation as with Puppet Master Batu.

The moment allies turned into enemies, the front line would collapse instantly.

To subdue them they were allies, but to leave them alone would unfold the worst situation of being stabbed in the back.

“However…”

Swoosh-.

I paused for a moment and turned my gaze toward one side of the room.

“Among the Sword Masters, there is someone who can resist Dorico Shiro.”

Following my gaze, everyone’s heads turned in unison.

“Huh?”

Mangnyeom felt everyone’s stares and quickly raised her head.

“What? Why is everyone staring at me?”

“….”

“….”

Silence fell over the room.

Dorico Shiro’s illusion magic rummages through the target’s memories to drag out their trauma.

That is her ability and her most terrifying weapon.

She forcibly drags out past wounds, memories one wants to hide, nightmares one wants to forget, and recreates them more vividly than reality itself.

But what if.

There was someone who couldn’t even properly recall their own memories?

‘Trauma or whatever, if there are no memories to begin with, the illusion magic wouldn’t work.’

That’s right.

I wasn’t the only one who was Dorico Shiro’s natural enemy.

…It meant I hadn’t brought along a dementia patient to this scenario for no reason.

* * *

After our series of conversations ended, we decided to each take some time to prepare.

The Dwarf Village Chief rose from his seat with a grim expression. He said that the defense system had been completely destroyed by Dorico Shiro’s attack.

“Since you say more attacks may follow, we need to quickly repair the broken watchtowers. Above all… we must hold funerals for our fallen kinsmen.”

His voice was steeped in deep sorrow.

I nodded and expressed my agreement with the village chief’s opinion. Heading to the scene with Adelia, I briefly observed a moment of silence and paid my respects to the fallen dwarves.

Crackle, crackle-!

After completing the memorial service through Adelia’s sacred flames, I returned to the guest room provided by the village chief and fell into thought.

I too had a mountain of problems to solve.

‘Undead Dragon.’

It was the final boss of the Vilopozy scenario.

An existence mainly used as a vessel for Evil God apostles to possess. Depending on what kind of ‘core’ is embedded in its heart, its attributes and abilities change completely.

In the current case, the Celestial Dragon’s brain core would be embedded in its heart.

‘In other words, this scenario’s boss will be… a Thunder Zombie Dragon.’

To face it, there were two main things I needed to resolve right now.

The first was.

[Now, please explain.]

Precisely, to put an end to the returner buildup through a conversation with Yeonwoo the Feathered Sword.

* * *

After securing a private space, I carefully offered my answer.

First laying the groundwork that I couldn’t explain the details due to the Heavenly Laws, I vaguely affirmed what Yeonwoo the Feathered Sword was speculating.

“What you’re thinking is correct, Yeonwoo.”

[….]

Yeonwoo the Feathered Sword remained silent for a long time.

Normally, she would have reacted immediately. But this time, she was lost in thought without saying a word.

How much time had passed?

[Then….]

Finally, she spoke.

[How many times is this that you’ve met me now?]

It was the question I had expected.

Wearing the most melancholic expression I could manage, I answered with feigned composure.

“What meaning would numbers have? What’s important is now, this moment.”

Yeonwoo pondered for a while before answering.

[You’re right….]

Her voice was mixed with strange emotions. Relief and confusion, and an indescribable complexity were all tangled together.

[Since you already know everything about me, what would such things matter.]

“….”

[I just… need to say I’m counting on you again this time, right.]

Ding-!

〔Your bond with Yeonwoo the Feathered Sword deepens greatly.〕

〔Skill: 【Avatar Manifestation】 proficiency has increased significantly. (11%→20%)〕

〔Active Skill 【Avatar Manifestation】 proficiency rises from ‘Low’ to ‘Lower-Middle’.〕

…As expected, the plan was successful.

* * *

I had finished my conversation with Yeonwoo the Feathered Sword.

Now it was time to handle the second problem.

But before I could make the first move, careful footsteps could be heard from the corridor.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door.

Knock knock-.

“Lord Gaon, may I come in?”

A familiar voice. It was Adelia.

“Come in.”

When I opened the door for her, she slowly entered.

Her expression was full of worry. No, perhaps it seemed even deeper than before. A look of having made some kind of resolution was wavering in her eyes.

Even after entering the room, she bit her lips and hesitated for a while before finally speaking.

“I’ve come to hear your answer.”

I let out a deep sigh inwardly. This moment had finally come after all.

‘Now.’

…How should I handle this terminal illness misunderstanding?

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————