The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 52

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Chapter 52 24. The Women’s Kingdom Rodigia (2)

“Charge right in?”

“Let’s go! We don’t have time! The competition keeps increasing!”

“Huh, what?”

Morghen moved. It was a fast and efficient movement.

No matter how many competitors there were, he had no intention of meeting just any woman.

Though not as much as Lumian, his standards were also quite high. He went in and out of numerous stores, trying to find a woman who met his criteria.

And after a while.

“Found her.”

“What… Oh!”

Lumian exclaimed in a small voice with admiration.

He could immediately tell who Morghen was referring to.

Two female mercenaries sitting on one side of the store.

They appeared to be in their mid to late twenties, with an attractive, refreshing charm.

‘They have a completely different feel from the Academy young ladies.’

Of course, that was natural. Their living environment, nationality, and age were all different.

But that difference was refreshingly appealing.

Even the biggest issue of age didn’t bother Lumian at all. After all, his original age was 60.

However…

“But there are already men with them, aren’t there?”

That was the problem.

There were already men sitting with the two beautiful women.

Lumian looked at Morghen and asked.

“What are you planning to do?”

“It’s fine. The table is big, and there are empty seats, aren’t there? Two chairs are free.”

“No, but still…”

“Looking at the men’s condition, we have nothing to worry about. From the women’s expressions, I can sense they’re slightly bored.”

“Even so, barging in between them is…”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

Morghen turned his head toward Lumian.

A terrifying aura could be felt from his eyes.

“First we try, and if not…”

“I was joking, you bastard.”

“Good attitude. I’ll take the lead.”

Having finished speaking, he walked steadily toward the female mercenaries.

The people at the table who made eye contact with him showed puzzled expressions. Customers from other tables also unconsciously looked at Morghen.

Then, Morghen leaped powerfully and performed a somersault in the air.

Whirrrrr-

Thud!

Morghen, who landed magnificently and splendidly enough to make even street performers weep, deliberately made a suave expression.

Sitting in a casual pose with his chin propped up, he said to the women.

“There are no seats available, so would it be alright if we shared the table?”

“Pfft, pffft, hahaha!”

“What’s with this guy!”

“That’s laughter of permission. Ah, I have my younger brother with me too. That’s okay, right?”

As soon as Morghen finished speaking, Lumian jumped powerfully.

Whirrrrr-!

Thud!

“Wooooah!”

“Wow, that’s cool!”

Lumian showed off a somersault as spectacular as Morghen’s.

All the customers in the store burst into laughter and applauded.

The women at the table did the same. The woman with black hair and cat-like eyes said with a smile.

“Alright. Let’s drink together. That’s fine, right?”

“Haha, if there are no seats, we have no choice.”

“It’s fine, of course.”

The men who were originally at the table nodded reluctantly.

Especially the second man. When he said “of course,” he clenched his molars tightly. Lumian looked at Morghen with an anxious expression.

But he didn’t look at Lumian. Morghen’s eyes and mouth were already focused on the female mercenaries.

‘…Well, it’ll work out somehow.’

Lumian thought as he gulped down the beer that came out quickly.

If it succeeds, great; if it fails, it’s still experience.

* * *

‘They’re crazy bastards.’

Sir Linnel, the female knight who was sipping fruit wine in the store, looked at the two men with an absurd expression.

She wasn’t unaware that horny men had been flocking to the city lately, but those guys were special. She had never seen such a shocking table-sharing proposal in her life.

That’s why it was more interesting.

‘It was worth coming out to watch.’

Sir Linnel made an intrigued expression.

Whenever she had no work, she occasionally stopped by the city tavern. And she watched foreign men struggle to seduce women.

Because lately, it had been hard to find anything more entertaining than this.

Whether they were guys making sad faces after failing, guys who didn’t give up and kept wandering around, or guys who succeeded and disappeared somewhere with women – they were all entertaining.

She realized for the first time how fun it could be to watch other people’s affairs.

And among them, today, those guys were special.

She had a premonition that something extremely enjoyable was about to happen.

‘It doesn’t matter if problems arise. I’m on vacation… Security patrol and junior, work hard!’

Because I’m going to enjoy today!

Sir Linel, who let out a chuckle, sipped her fruit wine again.

Whether the original men won, or the newly appeared crazy bastards won. Or even if both lost. Either way, she just hoped they would make her laugh.

* * *

“Really?”

“I’m telling you it’s true. I was there…”

“Ahaha, that’s impossible! How could such…”

“…”

About 30 minutes after sharing the table.

The atmosphere at the table had somehow shifted to Morghen’s side.

The two women were so busy listening to Morghen’s stories that they paid no attention to their surroundings. The expressions of the men who were originally sitting there changed like volcanoes about to erupt.

The problem was that Lumian also wasn’t achieving any particular results.

“…”

‘What should I do?’

Lumian drank his beer with a stiff face.

Honestly speaking, this situation was too difficult.

The difficulty level was higher now than blind dates or even balls.

It was good up to the point where he sat down spectacularly following Morghen, but from then on, he really couldn’t think of what to say at all.

He had to do something…

‘Damn it, Morghen, that bastard!’

When did he tell him to just trust him?

Seeing him only fulfilling his personal selfish desires made him feel frustrated. He ordered more alcohol.

“Oh my, are you okay?”

“That’s right. You’re young too… aren’t you overdoing it?”

“Haha, it’s fine. I can handle my liquor.”

“Hey, you don’t need to act tough in front of the ladies.”

“I’m really fine. You don’t need to worry.”

After finishing his words, Lumian downed another drink.

In reality, he had a high alcohol tolerance. Ryan Fromhart could drink so well that all the knights of Jenas would have to acknowledge defeat.

However, there was one thing he was mistaken about – his current body was different from his past life’s body.

“Haha, don’t worry. My little brother here can actually drink more than me.”

Morghen was also overlooking this fact. That’s why he didn’t stop Lumian from continuing to drink.

What he was worried about was something else entirely.

‘I should start setting the stage for my brother soon.’

Morghen put on a serious expression.

After 30 minutes of earnest effort, he had achieved his own goal.

One of the two – he had succeeded in gaining the blonde woman’s favor. Since he was a man with as much self-love as respect for his brother, this process had to come first.

Anyway, now that he could see some progress for himself, it was time to look out for his brother.

‘How should I set them up…’

His contemplation continued. The atmosphere grew slightly subdued as a result. Until now, Morghen had been leading the drinking session by himself.

Then, one of the existing men who had been quietly sitting spoke up.

“Ah, come to think of it, you mentioned being interested in the Kies Forest subjugation?”

“Right! We were talking about that earlier.”

“That’s right. Your entrance was so dramatic… What should we do? Should we just give up?”

“Hmm. Well, if it were just orcs I wouldn’t know, but it’s dangerous since trolls appear there frequently too.”

“Exactly. *Sigh*.”

The black-haired woman with cat-like eyes let out a sigh.

Before Lumian and Morghen arrived, they had been discussing a large-scale commission posted by the city.

The black-haired woman’s dilemma was that while she wanted to participate because the basic pay was quite generous, the risk seemed too great.

‘Then don’t do it!’

Morghen wanted to say that, but he didn’t voice it.

While it might be appropriate advice from a senior mercenary, it was definitely not something a man with ulterior motives should say. Maybe after achieving his goal, but not now.

The existing men were thinking along the same lines.

The squinting man who had first changed the topic spoke up again.

“Still… there’s no need to worry too much. Even medium-sized monsters have their own strategies, so as long as you follow them well, there shouldn’t be any trouble.”

“Oh, really? Have you ever fought a troll before?”

“Um, not me. But this gentleman next to me… was once called the Troll Slayer. Brother, could you tell the ladies some of your old stories?”

“Hmm, it’s a bit awkward to talk about in front of others.”

The bearded man who had gritted his teeth during their first meeting showed a reluctant attitude.

Of course, he was just saying that.

When the women asked him to tell them several times, he struck a pose and immediately began rattling off heroic tales and strategic information.

‘What bullshit is he spouting.’

Morghen frowned slightly.

Honestly, it was ridiculous.

What the guys were saying wasn’t entirely wrong. But having reached Sword Master level, he had already assessed the men’s abilities long ago.

“They have long strides but slow reactions, so if you just change directions well…”

‘You crazy bastard, do you know how overwhelming a troll’s presence is! At your level, you’d freeze up just hearing their roar!’

Morghen was dumbfounded.

But the inexperienced women couldn’t detect the bearded man’s bluffing. Instead, they perked up their ears and focused their eyes to remember the information he was sharing.

Pleased by their attention, the bearded man showed a slightly excited expression. His shoulders tensed up with pride.

That was the problem.

Unable to contain himself from the attention he hadn’t received in a long time, he continued on and on with his explanations.

“Come to think of it, there was this incident… When I was on a commission in the Amarina River Region. The trolls that gathered after smelling blood…”

“Ah, I see.”

“To face three trolls simultaneously, I… My feelings at that time were… Nevertheless, to collect troll blood which has value like gold… The important point here is…”

“Aha, hahaha… You’re really amazing.”

“Wow, wow! You’re so cool!”

The female mercenaries continued their praise with smiling faces.

But Morghen could tell. They were incredibly bored right now.

Thanks to their kind nature, they weren’t interrupting him, but they were already itching to talk about something else.

The blonde woman even glanced toward Morghen occasionally. Probably wanting him to cut in. But Morghen didn’t meet the woman’s expectations.

There was someone else who should step up here.

‘Now’s your chance, brother.’

Morghen gave Lumian a meaningful look.

Right now was the time.

Now that Squinty and Beard had made such a mess of things, as long as he didn’t say anything too strange, the women would happily engage in conversation.

As if reading Morghen’s thoughts, Lumian cleared his throat with a “ahem.”

Instantly, everyone’s attention turned toward Lumian.

With a slightly flushed face, he spoke with an expressionless look.

“Why make killing trolls so complicated? Just pull out an aura sword and stab it right in the head. That’s it.”

“…”

“That way you don’t waste any blood, and there’s no problem at all.”

A moment of silence.

The bearded man who had been talking was at a loss for words, and the women also froze like statues for a moment.

But only for a moment.

“Bwahahahahaha!”

“Ahahaha, what! He’s saying that with a completely straight face!”

The women who heard Lumian’s story burst into laughter.

Even so, Lumian’s expression didn’t change one bit.

He added one more comment.

“Well, you could also add heat attributes to the aura sword and cut the neck… That way the cut surface gets cooked so no blood flows out, making collection easier.”

“Pfft, *gasp*! I’ve never seen someone bluff so expressionlessly before!”

“Right, he’s surprisingly good at making people laugh.”

‘Good, that went over well!’

Morghen clenched his fist under the table.

A boy who looked nothing like the type – gentle and well-behaved – was brazenly telling lies.

That contrasting image created an oddly amusing atmosphere.

At least that’s how those women seemed to feel. Honestly, he thought it was just so-so.

Of course, his own sense of humor wasn’t important here.

Only the women’s reactions mattered.

‘Well done, brother!’

Morghen looked at Lumian with proud eyes.

To so skillfully draw the atmosphere toward himself like that. It felt like all his worries had been washed away.

‘What? Why are they acting like this?’

Lumian couldn’t understand why the women were laughing.

He was drunk right now. So without any particular intention, he had simply spoken his thoughts truthfully.

An aura sword would be enough to kill a troll – what need was there for all those trivial methods?

So he had simply stated his way as it was, but with such a good reaction, he could only feel puzzled.

‘Well, a good reaction is good.’

He didn’t know why, but if the reaction was good, he might as well continue.

He continued to share his experiences. Stories about monsters he had encountered during external missions, and tales of facing demons.

The women who heard his words continued to burst into laughter.

The little kid who kept bluffing even bigger without batting an eye was both funny and cute to them.

“He tells lies so naturally.”

“I’m not lying though?”

“Ahaha, right! Huh? But you have quite a nice body.”

“I know, right. Your face looks like a complete young master, but your arms are totally… Wow! So firm!”

“Really? Let me… Oh my, it really is.”

“Wait, what you said earlier, it wasn’t actually true, was it?”

“Pfft. Stop it, really.”

The women felt considerable interest in Lumian’s unexpected charm.

His delicate appearance, rare to see among mercenaries, yet surprisingly well-developed muscles.

He seemed quiet and shy, but when needed, he could crack jokes without changing his expression.

They wanted to talk with him a bit more.

The women’s gazes fixed on Lumian grew increasingly intense.

‘What’s with these women! Why are they so bold!’

Lumian was flustered.

Women touching his body first! Poking and stroking his arms!

It was the first time in his life. Of course, he welcomed it completely.

‘Good. This is good. I really did well listening to Morghen.’

Lumian felt happiness.

This was different from the blind date.

Now there were no damn rumors. The women didn’t seem to see him as gay either.

If things continued flowing in this good atmosphere just a little longer, a new chapter might be written in his life.

Just as Lumian’s lips were about to curl up slightly at that thought.

Bang!

“No, this is going too far!”

The troublemaker he had forgotten about raised his voice.

The squinting man who had slammed the table shot up from his seat and pointed accusingly at Lumian.

“How long do you plan to keep telling such ridiculous lies? Where does some wet-behind-the-ears brat…”

“…?”

“How dare you show off in front of anyone! Huh? Do you know who this elder brother next to me is!”

The atmosphere turned sharply cold.

In that atmosphere, Morghen lightly shook his head.

‘But do you even know who that elder brother is yourself.’

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