Chapter 186

Episode 186: There may be some left (2)

Gang!



Berserk unconsciously closed his fingers as he looked at the two swords he encountered.

Can you win? That’s why I instinctively had that question.

“There must be a reason for Nauri Shinjeon to be like that...”

“Hmm. But that. Is that correct? No matter how I look at it...”

“Do you think they are watching?”

“I’m sure I’m not the only one who felt that way.”

Of course, this was a question that could not be easily answered. Because the Demon Knight was a man so strong that no one could dare compare him.

“Didn’t you say devil...?”

“Did you? “It doesn’t really look that way.”

“Isn’t it just that the adventurer over there made a rude remark to the Heretic Questioner?”

But did you feel defeated by the difference? If you ask me that, it wasn’t really a question.

In her view, the overwhelming strength of the Demon Knight comes from the amount of magical power it possesses, rather than its sense of fighting or the level of martial arts it is trained to possess.

“There is a high probability of that happening, but isn’t it difficult to see him as just another adventurer? The clothes look like a nobleman, and the way he fights...”

“He looks like a knight.”

“That’s what I said.”

Oh, that’s not to say that demon knights fight only by relying on magic power, or that there’s nothing special about it if you take away magic power.

From her experience, the Demon Knight seemed to be able to defeat quite a few strong players even if they removed their magic power.

“If that isn’t a news article, what would be a news article? Even the Heretic Questioner, known as the Grim Reaper, can’t move. “Is there a reason why Munmund is still standing even at that point?”

All she wants to say is this.

What makes the Demon Knight outside of the standard is the uniqueness of magical power. If she can compete with her natural ability minus the magical power, she might win.

No, she won.

“It’s scary... You should never go near it.”

“But why are you fighting with the knight and the Heretic Questioner?”

“I don’t know. “It’s not like the knight is a demon follower or anything, right?”

“...no way.”

But now?

Can she still win?

A genius is a genius. With one inhale, your posture changes and with one exhale, your posture is corrected.

“....”

Was it because of the convenience of magical power that swordsmanship had stagnated until now?

Can you win ‘Berserk’?

“...Move out of the way.”

“huh...? Wow yep.”

“Get out of the way, out of the way.”

“Ah, why is Mi... just wait a moment. “I’m going to get out of the way.”

Berserk held his breath as he watched the voice echoing in his head and the sword becoming freer and lighter as time went by.

You can’t win anymore.

“Move!”

“Huh!”

“Aren’t they Slander?”

“It’s a giant.”

And when the sword found its composure, it cut off the opponent’s sword as if it had no more regrets.

She stepped into the empty space where people had retreated.

“Get there. “It’s your loss.”

It was defeat.

her.

Of ‘Berserk’.

“Damn you sister! “Why aren’t you moving!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Brother Jeon!”

“There’s a demon contractor—!”

She intervenes and the Inquisitor intervenes.

When the Heretic Questioner was subdued, the Demon Knight turned around without hesitation. What just happened didn’t seem to have had any effect on him.

It’s worth it. To him, it would be nothing more than a common occurrence and a fuss worthless to deal with.

“....”

It wasn’t wrong. No, it’s more than just wrong, it’s true.

Because language without the power to convey is nothing more than a meaningless echo.

“Demon Contractor? Are you really talking about a demon knight?”

“Then what are you talking about! No way, sister, that demon is—!”

For that reason, Berserk beat up the person who was still making a fuss. “Ugh!” Since he was only wearing armor on his upper body, not a full plate, it would have been quite difficult to get up.

But there was no reason for her to look at it.

“Berserk?”

“I’m going, priest.”

After all, there is a difference between courage and fortitude. The same goes for the determination to fight until the end and the struggle to admit it.

They were slightly and decisively different. It was a gap that could never be narrowed.

Also, that’s why... she hated the latter things to death. They were so stupid.

“Yes yes.”

“Wait a minute, you look like an accomplice too. Where are you going...”

“Um, brother. First of all, talk to me...”

“What need is there to talk! “There is evil that walks proudly!”

Just like her in the past.

“Okay, follow me. I will teach you how to choose vegetables and fruits. “Whether it’s Sasha or Marlene, would the greengrocers want to marry someone who doesn’t know anything about this?”

“...Does that include you too?”

“of course! “I will never tolerate this!”

“okay. “You can do it if you do it.”

Separately, I decided that I could get good fruits and vegetables if I followed those two people. After all, if you practice how to choose fruit, you will definitely distinguish between good and bad fruits. All I have to do is keep an eye out for good fruits and then buy them.

I put the feeling of discomfort aside—actually, I wasn’t even that dirty. The people here are really... I followed the two men and women.

The goal is snacks for Frederick.

“Oh my, how can you survive without me?”

“I don’t know. “Why not just die?”

“Are you saying that now? Are you kidding me? “You should think about becoming independent. What if you suddenly choose to die?”

“Why are you hitting me again...”

But as I was unintentionally eavesdropping on their conversation, someone suddenly came to mind. It was my parents.

“Ugh. Ugh. “When will we make this independent?”

“Can’t we just not make them independent?”

“Are you going to live your whole life doing nothing but doing your own thing? Because you don’t like it? “I also want to date soon.”

“...romantic relationship?”

“Yes, dating! Handsome! Have a strong body! Dating someone who knows how to eat vegetables!”

There is no particular reason why they came to mind. It’s just that the male side whines and the female side unintentionally puts up an iron wall, just like my parents.

To me, my father seems strict and a bit blunt... but in front of my mother, you are the one who becomes a worse lover than anyone else.

“...I feel good too.”

“you? It would be really nice. I... I want to date a man who is at least taller than my brother. “It would be nice to be as big as Uncle Jean.”

“Uncle Jean is from the Shagi tribe...!”

“why. “You have to be that big to carry a load well.”

What about your mother? Even if my father misses just one scarf, he is the type of person who notices right away, and because he cannot understand what is said in return, he is always an impenetrable person.

So, if my father was upset, I prepared a surprise event and soothed him before he even got upset.

The most surprising thing is that it happened by chance, but it wasn’t all planned out.

“...I’m hopeless.”

“What, are you discouraged by what I said? don’t worry! You’re big, you’re quite slovenly by my standards... but you’re still the most handsome in our neighborhood. Have confidence!”

“...really?”

“really really! “For your information, you know that I have high standards, right?”

“know. Then...”

I eventually stopped walking, feeling a strong sense of nostalgia from the young men passing by. I no longer had the confidence to follow.

“...I guess I’ll just confess.”

“huh? “Confess?”

“If you don’t understand even if I say it this way, I have no choice but to just say it in your ear...”

“When? When did you say that???”

“...It’s going to spin, really.”

“Oh what! tell me!!”

I don’t have the confidence to keep up anymore.

Just seeing them now is enough to make me miss them.

“Suits! You should only play in front of Dad’s store! “You must never go far!”

“yes!!”

“Louise! Don’t go anywhere, just help out at the store! How old are you and how old are you going to be unemployed!!”

“Oh mommy. Jeez. “I’m planning to meet Lennie.”

No, actually, I always wanted to see my parents.

The moment when a child is sent off by his family, or the moment when a grown man is bewildered by his parents because he is a child. And every moment you see it.

Even more so these days.

“Um... uncle. “Are you crying?”

“...!”

At that time, a child running down the street approached me. It was unexpected. The way he approached me and the questions he asked.

“Why are you crying? “Has something sad happened?”

“I...”

I don’t cry. The moment I was about to say that, something fell. It was tears.

“Do not cry. Mom said that if you cry, good luck will run away. And if your luck runs away, you won’t be able to eat anything delicious or receive a gift...”

“Suits? Suits?”

“Ah, Dad!!”

“What’re you doing!! “That’s not in front of the store, huh!”

It’s a disgrace. It’s a cafe.

I slowly bent my knees, looking at the tears that fell on my palms. Then, the child’s gaze became similar. The child looks back at his father for a moment and then turns his head back to me. Grayish-brown hair fluttered gently.

“Dad, this guy was crying... uh, he was crying more. I shouldn’t do that...”

Tuk. The child’s soft hand touched my cheek. The father of the child running behind him has turned pale, fearing that his child will suffer harm.

“Do not cry.”

“...huh.”

It was really so soft and warm.

“Wait a minute. I wonder if my child made a mistake...”

“No. I didn’t make a mistake. “Right, uncle?”

Also, that made me want to cry more.

“...You didn’t make a mistake.”

“Look! “Dad, you’re an idiot!”

“Is that so? Well, that’s a good thing...”

I wish I had parents who would come running to me too.

Even though I’m thirty years old, I still do it.