The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 253

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Part 2, Chapter 51

It was a clean movement without any unnecessary flourishes.

This was the first time I’d seen such speed since Jin and Garrosh. The sword the man wielded was flexible, quick-witted, and without hesitation.

‘He looks quite young though.’

His appearance seemed to be in his early to mid-twenties at most, but it wasn’t a case like the Swordmaster who had reached a noble realm and become younger.

Clang—

As I blocked the sword falling vertically with my scabbard, I carefully observed the man’s face. He had a gentle-looking handsome face, but it wasn’t one I remembered.

But why wasn’t my fist readily going out?

Could he be someone I faced on a battlefield in the past?

It was a plausible guess, but hard to be certain. This was clearly the first time I had crossed swords with this man.

I had vivid memories of the Mage War period as if it were just a few months ago, so I rarely forgot a sword I had once crossed.

Suddenly, a chilling coldness extended from the touching blade and began to stiffen my hand.

‘A magic swordsman?’

I pushed the man away and shook my hand, causing black frost to fall off. Along with a burning hot sensation, small drops of blood formed on the skin wounded by ice shards.

If left alone, this would become a very tiresome fighting style.

Just as I was thinking I should beat him up to make him behave, while defending against the man’s next sword strike.

A tingling sound ran up my spine.

Good heavens, this, this sensation…!

“Stop!”

At my shout, the man’s movement stopped for a moment.

Not missing that timing, I quickly turned around to check on Lu. Seeing his eyes sharpen with clear displeasure, I let out a sigh of relief.

‘Lu almost intervened.’

Of course, Lu had declared he wouldn’t interfere with my journey, but… originally a man’s heart is like a reed…

I clicked my tongue while putting away my scabbard.

“Stop here, young man. Keep fooling around and you might become disabled.”

To Lu who was leisurely watching this side.

The man’s expression became subtle. If I were to express it in words, it was a look that said he couldn’t understand at all. Wouldn’t I be the one who truly couldn’t understand?

“What kind of guy are you?”

“I want to ask you that, you crazy bastard. Suddenly attacking an innocent person?”

He probably arbitrarily judged me to be an intruder.

“An innocent guy doesn’t carry a sword around. Especially not with that kind of skill.”

“Don’t you know about self-defense? This place has some connection to me, so I just came to look around briefly.”

“Really? Is that so? Haha, unfortunately, there was no guy like you in this village. If there had been, I would have recognized you immediately…”

A survivor of Trash Hill?

‘That might be why my hand didn’t move.’

The rain was getting heavier. The man still looked at me with suspicious eyes. From his reaction, it seemed he hadn’t been backstabbed just once or twice.

That’s when it happened.

Rustle.

A human presence was heard from somewhere in the desolate thicket.

It wasn’t an animal.

Just as my gaze naturally followed the sound.

Clang—!

A sword strike incomparably more ferocious than before fell over my head and clashed with my scabbard.

The man’s gaze I faced was cold. Without saying a word, he swung his sword more roughly. Each time the blade grazed past, black frost spread across my skin, leaving small wounds.

This time it was unmistakable killing intent.

It had been a long time since I stood before such thick killing intent that made my skin tingle. This was practically the first time the opponent appeared to be barely over twenty.

‘What sudden change of heart happened?’

Killing intent is not beneficial. This is especially true when the opponent is another person. Those who wield swords to kill always bring bloody storms…

—I’ll protect.

‘…Huh?’

—This time I’ll definitely protect.

The sword’s resonance pierced into my head.

This was undoubtedly the cry of the man’s sword. A resonance strangely contrary to the movement that unhesitatingly aimed for the neck.

Was he destined to become a Black Knight?

A Black Knight isn’t someone who went mad holding a sword, but someone who holds a sword because they went mad.

They inevitably lose control someday. This is especially true for those who reach mastery at a young age.

‘What a troublesome guy.’

If I ignored him and left, he’d probably clash with another innocent person like me.

—I will protect no matter what.

After brief consideration, I drew my sword. Breaking away from defensive movements, I persistently aimed for the right arm of the man holding the sword.

The opponent who noticed the change stepped back a few paces and began to gauge the situation.

A sword filled with killing intent easily falls into complete assimilation.

Since I couldn’t drag this big guy around like Ash, it was better to make him unable to hold a sword for at least a few months.

Preferably his right arm.

Clang!

The two swords clashed. I could see the opponent’s sword reaching its limit and shaking dramatically. It was a crude weapon unworthy of his skill.

The man, sensing the unfavorable situation, scattered his energy once more. Black frost aggressively extended along the blade and enveloped my body.

As it froze from the back of my hand holding the sword handle in sequence, and finally when the cold reached even my eyelids.

I blew off the icicles hanging from my eyelashes with a puff.

“Stop with the tricks.”

Crack.

The ice began to shatter. I swung my sword strongly following the melting frost. The opponent’s blade that was touching mine broke.

Surprise crossed the man’s eyes for the first time.

“…How?”

“Grit.”

The moment our eyes met.

The focus of his blue pupils lost center and wavered.

I didn’t miss the opening and delivered a roundhouse kick to the man’s face. Just as I was about to thrust my sword into his right shoulder as he staggered backward.

“No!”

It was a cry filled with terror.

At the young voice, I instinctively hesitated and stopped.

Then, a small shadow that suddenly jumped out from the thicket blocked between the man and me.

“Stop it! Don’t bully my brother! He’s a good person who helps us!”

It was a small girl.

Was she barely over 10 years old? She was neatly dressed but strangely had a shabby air about her.

“Th, that’s right! You bad guy! Don’t bully our br, brother! You’ll die!”

A boy who jumped out afterward stood next to the girl holding a well-carved wooden club.

He similarly had a strangely shabby appearance. I wondered why, but it seemed to be because of his wrinkled clothes that hadn’t been completely cleaned of grime.

‘A good person?’

Then, the man who hastily got up threw the boy and girl behind his back.

“Don’t interfere and go.”

At the cold warning, the boy gripped his wooden club tightly.

“N, no! I’ll help brother! Brother should run away instead! We’ll buy time…”

“Shut up and hurry!”

Suddenly there was a scene that overlapped before my eyes.

But I shook my head to dispel the fragment of the past.

It was at that moment when rustling sounds were heard again from not far away.

When I turned my head, I saw another girl who had tripped over a wooden bank and was hastily getting up.

The girl who appeared to be in her late teens looked the most mature among the children. Her gaze direction and movements were strangely misaligned. She seemed to be unable to see.

‘Ah, so that’s why they all looked shabby?’

Is it time to show them what I’m made of?

I unleashed my sword energy without hesitation toward the blind girl. The shocked young boy frantically tried to get up, but….

“No! Get away, Sister!”

“Sister!”

No one can block my sword.

Demon Sword Technique.

Ironing.

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