The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 182

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Chapter 182 69. Judgment of Justice (3)

 

“There’s no… thing there?”

 

It was true.

 

Between Sekaros’s legs with his pants pulled down, there was absolutely nothing.

 

It wasn’t as if there were female genitals instead of male ones either. There was just nothing at all. That’s what made it feel so bizarre.

 

Receiving Baku’s gaze, Lumian nodded and said.

 

“That’s right. This bastard has nothing.”

 

“How did you know? That he had no… thing?”

 

“Y-you bastards! What the hell are you doing right now…!”

 

Thwack!

 

“When I first met Sekaros, I checked his groin before looking at his face. I didn’t want to see that bastard’s disgusting mug, and I also wanted to crush his thing. I thought doing at least that much before killing him would make me feel better.”

 

“Mm. Right.”

 

Baku nodded. Certainly, even he would have sought that level of revenge.

 

Lumian’s words continued.

 

“So I carefully observed his center, but strangely, I felt nothing at all. Should I say there was no sense of volume? Just in case, I kept observing, and even during our fight I spread my ki to examine him, but I never got the feeling that what should be there was actually there. I briefly wondered if maybe his thing was so small I couldn’t detect it, but…”

 

“That’s impossible. Usually, male demons’ things get bigger and more robust the stronger their demonic energy. More precisely, while a demon with weak demonic energy might be large, a demon with strong demonic energy can’t be small.”

 

“Yes, exactly. Looking at the Heads of the 108 Families, that seemed to be the case. They were all quite substantial.”

 

The atmosphere became strange.

 

Just moments before, they had been engaged in a bloody battle against their mortal enemy, exchanging attacks filled with hatred and killing intent. But suddenly the topic had shifted to male demons’ reproductive organs.

 

However, no one questioned this. Baku was curious about the hero’s next words, and Sekaros was unconscious from the beating he’d just received.

 

So Lumian could comfortably continue his story.

 

“Anyway, it was strange. If he’s the Son of the Demon God, it should definitely be large, there’s no way it could be small. No, forget large or small – I couldn’t sense anything at all… So when I checked, sure enough, there was nothing.”

 

“Huh, I see. So the Son of the Demon God had nothing.”

 

“Right. He had nothing. And this bastard is not the Son of the Demon God.”

 

“Hm? What do you mean? Sekaros clearly carries a thick aura of the Demon God…”

 

“Baku.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“If you were the Demon God, would you create a castrated son with no genitals?”

 

“…”

 

Baku fell silent.

 

Watching this, Lumian posed another question.

 

“Or would you give him something large and sturdy, something not shameful to the world?”

 

“Obviously… the latter.”

 

“Exactly. That’s why this bastard is not the Son of the Demon God. He might be the Demon God’s weapon or the Demon God’s puppet though.”

 

Baku nodded at Lumian’s words.

 

His words were correct. If Sekaros was not the Demon God’s son but merely a tool, the current situation made sense. No one would attach genitals to a magic golem or wooden puppet. They just needed to be useful.

 

“Ugh… N-no way. That can’t be! Father definitely told me! My proud son, go down below and sweep away the entire human realm, doubling the great demon territory…”

 

Sekaros, who had regained consciousness, denied Lumian’s words. However, his expression was completely distorted with panic. His pupils also shook back and forth without focus. And the two continued their conversation without paying him any attention.

 

“But what does it matter that Sekaros is just a tool rather than Demon Lord Javarik’s son? Why are you so certain that bastard was lying?”

 

“Ah, actually that’s not the important part. I got sidetracked, but what’s really important is that this bastard has no thing. It’s not that he had one and lost it – he’s never had one in his entire existence.”

 

Having said this much, Lumian paused briefly. As if to say he was about to say something important, so listen carefully.

 

Baku showed an attentive attitude as intended, and eventually a heavy voice flowed from Lumian’s mouth.

 

“How could the words of a bastard with no dick be true?”

 

“…”

 

“Of course, I’m not talking about you, Baku. As I said before, I just thought there was no need to listen to the words of a bastard who claims to be the Son of the Demon God but has never had a thing – someone whose very birth is untrustworthy. Baku, who directly sacrificed his most precious thing for his older brother, is a completely different story…”

 

“No, you don’t need to apologize. It’s not because of that.”

 

Baku made a dumbfounded expression.

 

Not believing him because he has no dick – what kind of ridiculous logic was that?

 

‘But when I think about it carefully, it’s not entirely wrong either…’

 

That was right. Lumian’s words sounded like nonsense, yet had a mysterious power that made it hard to shout “What kind of nonsense is that!” because there were relatable aspects.

 

He pondered for about 10 seconds. Rationally, he should tell him to stop talking nonsense, but he felt his heart gradually moving toward agreement by instinct.

 

Finally, Baku sighed and nodded.

 

“You’re right, Hero. This bastard can’t be trusted.”

 

“Right. Actually, I thought it was strange from the beginning. How could the same man come up with such an extremely evil plan? But if he never had one attached in the first place, that makes sense. This bastard can’t empathize with a man’s pain.”

 

“Right. Piece of trash bastard.”

 

“Trash bastard.”

 

“No! I’m not trash! I’m not a tool! I’m the only son of the great Demon Lord Javarik!”

 

Sekaros wailed from the ground.

 

No arms, no legs, no dick. Looking at him with only evil remaining, screaming at the top of his lungs, Lumian made a pitying expression.

 

He raised his sword and said.

 

“In your next life, be born with a sturdy thing.”

 

“He might be born as a woman though.”

 

“Ah, is that so? Anyway, farewell.”

 

“N-no! Don’t…!”

 

Slash!

 

Kyaaaaaaaaaah-

 

Before Sekaros could finish his words, Lumian’s sword fell. From his body split precisely in half, tremendous demonic energy and evil energy leaked out.

 

Rumble rumble rumble!

 

Crackle, crackle crackle!

 

Cracks formed in the ground from the strong earthquake. Space distorted and the sky collapsed. Though he was merely a tool, he was still a being who possessed at least part of the Demon God’s power. His final moments were extraordinary.

 

Baku became absorbed in what was the most spectacular and magnificent sight he’d ever seen in his life.

 

‘I thought I’d feel refreshed after finishing my revenge, but that’s not quite the case.’

 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy.

 

But an emptiness comparable to that joy filled his chest. He knew the reason. It was because of his older brother, Sekus.

 

‘He’s probably been dead for a long time. There was no reason to keep him alive.’

 

A sigh wanted to escape. He felt like crying a little too.

 

But Baku barely held it back. This wasn’t the right place to let out his grief.

 

Instead, he filled his face with a smile. And he turned around.

 

There was a man with an expression hundreds or thousands of times happier than his own, looking down with his pants off.

 

Actually, it wasn’t a very pleasant sight. What would a man gain from looking at another man’s thing? It would only be disgusting.

 

But at least for this moment, Baku was also happy. Probably the countless demons who had supported Lumian would have given congratulatory applause if they knew this fact. Without reservation.

 

“I can feel it, I can feel it…!”

 

“I sincerely congratulate you on breaking the curse, Hero.”

 

“Ehehe, ehehe, ehehehehe! Euhahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha!”

 

Lumian couldn’t respond to Baku’s words. Nothing else was visible to him right now. He caressed his precious part with a face as if he’d gained the whole world.

 

Whoosh-

 

The demonic energy was draining away. The damned Demon God’s aura was disappearing. When Lumian drew up his aura, the speed gradually increased.

 

After a brief moment passed, the energy that had been binding Lumian was completely erased. He burst into loud laughter again and suddenly embraced Baku.

 

“Thank you, thank you!”

 

“Haha, don’t mention it.”

 

“No. If it weren’t for you, I would have faced a lonely death. Never having done it, as a virgin, as a eunuch.”

 

“Haha. Hahahaha.”

 

“I don’t know how to repay this debt. Thank you so much!”

 

“I’m grateful too. I was able to finish my revenge for my older brother thanks to you, Hero.”

 

“Please don’t say that. No matter how I think about it, your role was greater than mine…”

 

“But you know.”

 

“Yes?”

 

In the midst of joy and happiness, Baku suddenly became serious and said.

 

“Sorry, but could you please pull up your pants?”

 

“…I’m sorry.”

 

Lumian turned around with an embarrassed expression. Then he quickly adjusted his pants.

 

He had made a mistake due to being too overjoyed. Feeling shame and regret belatedly, he cleared his throat with a cough.

 

Of course, the atmosphere wouldn’t turn bad. The two had become quite close for things to get awkward over something like this, and wasn’t the day itself incredibly joyful?

 

Moreover.

 

“Pardon? What did you say?”

 

“I sense a faint energy from underground. Very slight, but there’s also the energy of a Demon God…”

 

“…”

 

“As far as I know, only Demon Kings can receive even a portion of a Demon God’s energy. If that’s the case…”

 

It meant that his older brother Sekus might still be alive!

 

Upon hearing this, Baku quickly urged the hero. It was a completely different attitude from his previously polite demeanor.

 

Of course, Lumian didn’t mind. He was his benefactor, and he could fully understand his feelings.

 

‘I would have acted similarly if Morghen had been in such a situation.’

 

Though I wouldn’t have cut off my thing.

 

No matter how he thought about it, that was too extreme.

 

In any case, Lumian quickly moved his body to break the barrier, found the basement, and discovered the secret room hidden deep within it.

 

There, he saw the figure of a naked demon bound by magical tools.

 

Though he was skin and bones, his thing was still enormous.

 

‘Indeed, a Demon King.’

 

Idle thoughts ended there. Lumian quickly swung his sword to destroy the magical tools. Then he asked Baku.

 

“Is this person your older broth… yes, it is.”

 

There was no need to ask.

 

As soon as the restraints were released, he quickly moved forward and cut his own arm. The thick demon blood of a High Demon flowed into his older brother’s mouth. Baku didn’t stop there and continuously cast magic.

 

Perhaps thanks to his devotion, Sekus opened his eyes in less than five minutes. Then he looked at Baku and Lumian with an expression of not understanding what had happened.

 

And he spoke.

 

“Eunuch… no, Virgin Knight? Why are you here…”

 

Lumian’s face scrunched up in displeasure.

 

He was no longer a eunuch. Though there had been a crisis, he had overcome it well anyway.

 

However, he couldn’t refute the term Virgin Knight.

 

“I’m not a eunuch. And I plan to escape… soon, escape from virginity as well.”

 

That was the best he could do.

 

Hearing the hero’s words, Sekus coughed and replied with a voice full of laughter.

 

“This one should teach you some bedroom techniques.”

 

A smile bloomed fully on Lumian’s face.

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