Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 270

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 270

Episode 270. Evil Fate (3)

Scratch, scratch-.

The pen tip glided across the paper.

The woman’s hand movements were calm as if writing a diary, leaning against her ridiculously large greatsword planted in the ground.

No emotion whatsoever appeared on her face. She simply moved her pen silently even with a dying person before her eyes.

“Keh-huk, kek…!”

Meanwhile.

The One-Eyed Woman with her abdomen pierced through was gasping for breath on the ground.

Unable to lie down properly due to the rapier stuck in her back, she writhed in agony.

Drip-.

The red liquid flowing from the corner of her mouth formed a puddle on the cold floor.

‘Sh-shit… what the hell is this…’

Tremble, tremble-.

Clyde could only stare blankly at the scene with his entire body frozen.

His reason had been paralyzed long ago.

His lover was slowly dying before his eyes.

Within arm’s reach.

Yet Clyde couldn’t even twitch a finger.

His instincts were warning him.

That the woman before him was overwhelming. An existence he couldn’t dare defy.

‘…Just how strong is she?’

A powerful aura emanated from her.

Enough to make even the Five Nightmares he had watched from afar during the assembly seem laughable.

If he showed even the slightest rebellious attitude, he would lose his own life, let alone save his lover.

Clench-.

That’s why Clyde could only grit his teeth and endure.

His instincts told him this was the only way to survive.

“Mm.”

After a moment.

The woman who had stopped her pen quietly let out a sound and looked at Clyde.

Dreamy yet cold eyes. The moment he received that gaze, a chill ran down Clyde’s spine.

“I think I’ve noted down everything important.”

Thud-.

The woman closed her notebook. An indifferent voice followed.

“Good work. You can go now.”

“…!”

Clyde’s eyes widened.

The interrogation had ended more smoothly than expected.

But it was too early to feel relieved.

There was still an unresolved problem remaining.

“C-could you perhaps let my lover go too?”

“Your lover?”

The woman asked back, then slowly lowered her head following Clyde’s gaze to look at the floor.

“What?”

Soon her eyes widened in surprise.

It was a genuinely shocked expression.

“Why is the kid hurt? Who stuck a rapier in her back?”

“…?”

Pause-.

This time it was Clyde’s turn to look bewildered.

“Y-you attacked my lover!”

“Me?”

The woman tapped the greatsword she was leaning against and shrugged her shoulders.

“What are you talking about? My sword is right here.”

“…?”

“I’m seeing that rapier for the first time too.”

In that instant, Clyde’s mind went blank.

‘No, what the…’

At first he thought she was doing it on purpose. Repeating the same questions to mock her prey, or playing dumb to enjoy the pain.

But that wasn’t it.

That woman couldn’t even properly remember what she had done just moments ago.

‘…Her memory is completely at goldfish level?’

But now wasn’t the time to worry about such things.

He couldn’t waste time when his lover’s life was in danger.

“Ah, I understand!”

Clyde nodded frantically.

“Then our business is finished, right? We can leave now! Right?”

Desperation dripped from his voice.

His lover was already in a critical state. He needed to get to a safe place quickly and give her first aid.

“Yeah.”

Fortunately, the woman nodded readily.

“You can go now.”

“Th-thank you…!”

Just as Clyde was about to leave with his lover.

“What nonsense are you spouting, Mangnyeom.”

“…!”

Stop-.

Suddenly an unfamiliar voice came from behind.

Goosebumps rose all over Clyde’s body.

‘Wh-what?’

The air had changed.

The surrounding temperature seemed to have risen sharply, yet he felt a chill.

A contradictory sensation. Cold fear piercing through his skin amid the hot heat.

Swoosh-.

Clyde slowly turned around.

And there…

“Now you’re not only suffering from dementia, but your intelligence has dropped too?”

A low voice was heard.

“You’re just going to let those damn Worshippers of Evil Gods go?”

Skin covered in red scales.

A giant figure in the form of a Hybrid Human-Dragon emerged from the darkness.

Sharp eyes. And blazing pupils.

Just that gaze alone seemed to set the air ablaze.

“…!”

Flinch-.

Clyde recognized that person’s identity at a glance.

He had no choice but to.

That Hybrid Human-Dragon was one of the most famous Swordmasters on the Continent.

“Ty, Ty, Tyrant…!”

Crack-.

Before he could even finish speaking.

With the sound of something breaking, Clyde’s vision went dark.

* * *

Swoosh-.

The Girl peeked her head out from behind the Tyrant Dragon’s back.

The Tyrant Dragon quickly cupped her small head gently with his palm and pushed The Girl back behind him.

“Don’t look at gruesome things.”

“…Yes, Master.”

An obedient answer.

On the floor lay The Man with his neck twisted at a bizarre angle, and beside him sprawled the corpse of the One-Eyed Woman pierced by a rapier.

The Tyrant Dragon gazed down at that brutal scene indifferently before shifting his gaze.

Swoosh-.

Mangnyeom, still leaning against her greatsword and staring blankly into space. In her hands was the notebook she had been recording in just moments ago.

“Notebook.”

The Tyrant Dragon extended his hand.

“Huh?”

“Give me the notebook. I need to know what happened too.”

There would be no point asking Mangnyeom herself about the situation since she wouldn’t remember anything. It would be much better to look at the notebook she had recorded.

Soon receiving the notebook from Mangnyeom, the Tyrant Dragon opened the first page.

Rustle, rustle-.

Only the sound of turning pages broke the silence. His eyes moved rapidly left and right, scanning through the text.

After reading for quite some time, the Tyrant Dragon spoke.

“So then…”

His voice dropped low.

“…the Worshippers of Evil Gods scattered across the Continent have gathered in one place.”

The contents of the notebook were clear. Assembly. Wintershield attack plan. The descent of the Second Apostle. Reading through all this, the Tyrant Dragon’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Until now, the Worshippers of Evil Gods had operated individually without knowing each other. That was their survival strategy. To avoid notice. To be able to cut off loose ends.

But.

Those who had only operated in cell structures were beginning to unite. And on a large scale at that.

‘This is quite troubling…’

Swoosh-.

The Tyrant Dragon turned to the next page. There, the rough outline of the operation mentioned at the assembly was organized.

Of course, the details were missing. It seemed even those who were interrogated didn’t know the specific plans.

‘Cross-verification will be necessary.’

The testimony of one person alone was insufficient to grasp the entire situation.

Since all the Worshippers of Evil Gods had participated in the assembly, hunting them down one by one while gathering information would be one method.

Having finished that line of thought, the Tyrant Dragon closed the notebook and returned it to Mangnyeom.

“I should inform Middletemple about this situation as well.”

Just as the Tyrant Dragon was about to return to Vilopozy to send a messenger bird.

Pause-.

At that very moment.

Suddenly, one thought flashed through his mind.

‘Wait a minute.’

A few days ago, Gaon’s argument that the Dwarves of Vilopozy should be relocated to Wintershield.

The logic was that rather than leaving Tunnel Village with its broken defense system as it was, it would be better to move them and all facilities inside the safe City.

In addition to that, he had even expressed his ambition to recreate the lost technology at Magic University.

‘But…’

The Tyrant Dragon’s brow furrowed.

For some reason, in timing with that, the Worshippers of Evil Gods were preparing a full assault on Wintershield Magic Academy.

The situation was flowing quite coincidentally.

‘Did Gaon know in advance?’

Had he predicted that the Worshippers of Foreign Deities would attack Wintershield and planned the great migration of Vilopozy accordingly?

If not that, then…

‘…conversely, did those bastards catch wind of the migration plan.’

It was possible that the Worshippers of Evil Gods had noticed the great migration of Vilopozy and were preparing the Wintershield attack to prevent it.

The causal relationship was unclear. A situation where you couldn’t tell which came first, the chicken or the egg.

But.

‘If there’s one thing that’s certain.’

Regardless of that sequence, when the great migration of Vilopozy succeeded, the Worshippers of Evil Gods would find themselves in quite a troublesome situation.

The lost technology. If that were recreated in Wintershield, the magical city’s defensive power would increase dramatically.

From the Worshippers of Evil Gods’ perspective, it was the worst-case scenario.

Ha-.

Having finished that line of thought, the Tyrant Dragon unconsciously let out a hollow laugh.

The corners of his mouth turned up bitterly.

‘That monster-like bastard.’

Gaon’s plans, and all the big pictures he drew, were chilling every time.

* * *

Swoosh-.

I took out the “Opener” from inside my coat and placed it on the table. The key to the real Rashutku Ruins that I had received from Emperor Tarosk.

“This is…”

Yaakov picked up the Opener and examined it from various angles. A map densely inscribed with ancient characters. He soon raised his head and called out loudly toward outside the director’s office.

“Decoders!”

His voice echoed outside the director’s office.

Before long, footsteps began to be heard from the Corridor. The Door opened, and several Robed Members entered.

Among them was a familiar face.

“It’s been a while, The Protagonist.”

Markus Koshate.

He was the decoder who had worked together when exploring the Rashutku Ruins in Dawnguard. He bowed politely in greeting.

I nodded briefly.

Soon the decoders gathered around the Opener. A map showing the entire Continent was spread out on the table, and various tools began to be placed on top of it.

Scratch, scratch-.

The sound of pen scraping paper. Murmuring. Even the sound of turning book pages.

A map showing the entire Continent was spread out on the table, and the decoders’ hands moved busily over it.

As the ancient characters carved on the Opener were decoded one by one, the range marked on the map began to narrow.

The range that had initially been the entire Continent gradually decreased. The eastern region. Then a specific mountain range. Eventually to even more detailed coordinates.

‘They’re fast.’

I watched the scene with my arms crossed.

“Hmm.”

Pshhhh-.

At that moment, Jeungmu, who was standing beside me, let out an admiring sound along with a small steam noise.

“Though I’m visiting the Relic Investigation Team again after a hundred years, this seems to be the first time I’ve seen a director who handles work this well.”

“Ha, haha… Thank you.”

Yaakov smiled brightly and expressed his gratitude. But Jeungmu didn’t stop there.

“I’m serious.”

Jeungmu stared intently at Yaakov through his monocle.

“The others always showed nothing but frustrating and narrow-minded attitudes. There’s never been an expedition leader who decoded the opener and handled work this quickly from the very first day.”

“Ha, haha…”

Expedition Leader Yaakov laughed awkwardly. It was an ambiguous statement that he couldn’t tell whether it was praise or not.

“Phew. Especially in the case of the previous expedition leader, he was a frustrating and incompetent person who hindered my explorations by making all sorts of excuses…”

“That was my father.”

Thud-.

Silence fell.

Psshik, psshiik-.

Steam leaked irregularly from Jeungmu’s body.

“…Of course, combined with such old-fashioned aspects, he was a capable person with excellent exploration abilities.”

Though Jeungmu tried to salvage the situation belatedly, things had already become as awkward as they could get. An uncomfortable silence filled the expedition leader’s office.

Right then.

“It’s finished.”

Markus lifted his head and declared.

Everyone’s gaze turned to the table.

A small circle was drawn on the map. It was the location where the Rashutku Ruins were buried.

“…!”

Everyone drew in their breath. The expressions of Jeungmu, Pean, and Yaakov all hardened seriously.

“This place is…!”

Adelia’s voice trembled.

Her eyes instantly filled with rage. Her fists shook, and the sound of her teeth grinding could be heard.

It was a natural reaction.

The location marked on the map.

【Ravenhil】

That place was the stronghold of those who had killed Adelia’s parents.

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