Chapter 539

It was purely coincidental that the uninvited guests who pretended to be very ordinary while wearing magic tools of an unusual level were caught by my magical poetry.

The original plan was to wait for the Church’s arrival while working as far away from the battle as possible to avoid suspicion. Even so, while I was looking around, wondering if I could see the traces of the magic tools called workshops, I just saw the same guys two days in a row and followed me.

After checking the subtle reactions and movements around me that I couldn’t even recognize them properly, I became convinced, and when I entered the sparsely populated building that looked like a safety house at first glance, I thought I had drawn a lottery.

Clearly, a win was a win.

The problem is that it was unexpected.

I would have thought that the guy I bumped into on the street the first time I came to the city was Soha Shinore, who was rumored to be not only a member of the special operations department but also a person of interest. Even the tricks of fate go too far.

However, I came to the conclusion that the destructive power he showed during his first debut back in the day was probably the result of explosively using very limited resources like an esthetic beam.

As a result, I naturally thought that now, when I was not ready for that much, might be a real opportunity, and my body reacted first.

Until the moment I mixed my swords exactly like that five times, I was sure my predictions were correct.

“Captain Soha! No!”

At the same time as his colleague shouted, Soha’s eyes turned black, and the space distorted until a spear appeared.

As soon as I saw it, I realized that it was the holy spear Ester.

so i was angry

This is honestly irresistible. If Lady Deoni had been here, she would have fired headbutts at the blind-eyed bastard without even looking back.

“Ha, like shameless bastards.”

Of course, in addition to Epaga-sama’s divine power, the remnants of evil spirits were wriggling in the Holy Spear.

As if responding to the appearance of the holy spear, Sohara radiated a strong evil spirit that was incomparable to that of the Unlucky Hulks.

“What did you do to the Holy Lance?”

There is no answer coming back.

Since ancient times, it has been a cliché for those who open their eyes like that to go crazy, so I didn’t even expect to hear an answer.

As if instead of an answer, the guy who is still clumsy in swordsmanship, but whose physical abilities seem to have improved due to the evil god buff, wields a sword with one hand.

Then, a blow incomparable to that just before unfolded.

“Epagaaa!!”

I would have tried to capture him alive if the situation came. However, now was not the time to let go.

I tried to cut the guy’s neck while avoiding the sword that made his composure disappear, but the power contained in his sword was not negligible.

Soha aimed for the brief moment when I was pushed back while trying to block it, and a desperate cry that was hard to tell whether it was shouting or screaming came out of Soha’s mouth, and at the same time, the spear he was holding was shot.

Even though it was an expected attack, it was too late to dodge it. The sword he wielded with one hand was unusual, so it was too late even though he had concentrated all his nerves in advance.

The blow, which even created a shock wave, was so powerful that I wondered if it would have ripped my head off if it hadn’t been for Lumings’ helmet.

But most of all, the perfection of his spearmanship was amazing. His main weapon was a spear, not a sword.

With the realization that the full-fledged fight would start from now on, this time I squeezed through the hole in him and stabbed Este from my side.

It would have been nice if this situation continued, but unfortunately, his movements changed as the scars on his body increased.

“You, who act like a mere puppet without thinking, play in the hands of the Demon God and move, blocking my way!”

“What the fuck.”

But that doesn’t mean you’re enjoying a comfortable and one-sided enjoyment attack.

It’s just that there are no fatal wounds, and his attacks keep narrowly scratching or passing through my armor. It is clear that even if the reaction is slightly delayed due to distraction for a moment, one of the two will face disastrous results, whether it is the armor or my body.

Just looking at the conversation now, that’s the case. Since his attack doesn’t work, he shakes his snout as if he’s trying to criticize me with a little firearm shining in his far back eyes, but I can only give a short answer. Not because I don’t have anything to say, but because I can’t afford it.

“It’s like being drunk with the power you gained without any effort! You bastard, I’ve been burning anger and life for revenge all my life! You’re blocking me!”

It’s daunting just by the sudden situation, but hearing the nonsense of a guy who goes blind and explodes on his own will make a thousand dollars boil inside.

I want to shout out to stop fucking right now, but I can’t afford it as the guy who used to bite the sword like a mad dog regained his reason and started spitting Este’s blade out of his mouth.

On the contrary, the power to rip through the air has decreased very slightly, while the precision of the technique has risen sharply, making it a bit heavy.

I didn’t know if this signaled the end of the rage buff or if it was a selective anger control disorder that adjusted the balance to my liking, but it wasn’t a very good change for me.

But, it was worth doing.

“Under the whim of an unruly god, without knowing the truth... ghast!”

With a clearer pronunciation, I fired the needles at Soha’s waist in anger at Soha’s legs, who were trying to talk bullshit at me, and then retrieved them.

Because he wasn’t wearing proper armor, wind holes were pierced through his thighs, and the black energy covering his eyes was partially released in an unexpected surprise attack, showing a very embarrassed look.

Seeing that, I was not surprised by the needle, but rather surprised by how the needle moved without any prior preparation. It was the moment when Operation Whistle shined.

“It’s just a mouth with a baby who doesn’t know.”

The day the village was burned, all I had in my hands was magic power, a fucking weak body, and two knives left behind by the enemies who stabbed my parents to death.

The day Delt tried to dive into a flying dragon, I had a helper, Gis, who persuaded me with magic, a sword, a hard-trained body, and Sechi’s tongue. It was two more than when magic power and a sword were everything.

The same goes after that.

Learn swordsmanship, train, make needles, change equipment, steal Kakula’s axe, build knowledge, have exchanges, challenge, fight, get a laika, learn magic.

I’ve always tried to keep more in my hands to prepare for the next one.

Even though Epaga-sama’s divine protection dwelling in this body may have been innate, there was no such thing as a genius perk that allowed her to get everything without any effort.

Really, strictly speaking, it’s more like I was able to realize my magical power early in the first place because I tried to learn how to operate it through meeting with Master. If it hadn’t been so, I would have died and remained as white bones next to my parents.

If you don’t know about my tearful efforts, and if you don’t know what kind of feeling Epaga-sama is looking down on the continent, why are you talking about knowing everything?

“Anything I can say I’ve gained without effort in this life.”

I have always tried my best with everything I have in order to live.

And so it is now.

“There were only girls who said they liked me, you fucking bastard.”

I didn’t hide the resentment that came up after me, and fired needles and pieces of Este’s split sword at him.

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