Chapter 432

My Villains Chapter 432

65. The Climax of Spring (7)

Eisbowald’s Permanent Court is a small and modest building. It is known that the mansion that was used as a superior until several decades ago has been renovated several times to reach the present.

On the other hand, the prison located in the basement of the Permanent Court is a very large structure and has a long history. Even briefly, it is estimated that it was made during the ancient empire four or five hundred years ago or earlier.

As in any dungeon, it was dark and damp inside. It is basic not to get a handful of sunlight, and because it was made by remodeling a vertical cave, the damp stone smelled of old water.

An old sewage system that was not properly maintained led to the corner of the prison, and all sorts of garbage and sewage from feces and corpses trickled in. The prisoners who filled this place dozens or hundreds of years ago

must have smelled this stench and groped for the end of their lives.

Like a prison converted from a vertical cave, a large cavity extends to the third basement floor. Around that cavity, more than seventy cells were located along the spiral staircase.

Chuck Chuck –

The heavy footsteps of the guards echoed through the cavity.

Soldiers with chain mail covering their whole body, plated breastplates, capes, and nose pads. They were private soldiers who belonged to the Milgrester family, which claimed to be descendants of Naga.

They were a waste of time to serve as guards, but it was not surprising if you looked at the faces of the prisoners in this dungeon.

Imperial knights wearing heavy armor and commanding soldiers. Swordsmen who could slay 4 or 5 elite soldiers in the blink of an eye with just one weapon. Battle mages who can pour out fire and ice instead of breath by uttering a few spells.

It took bold guards to withstand their sharp gaze. The men who wielded spears for the descendants of the Naga after their great-grandfathers and grandfathers and fathers were quite suitable for this life-threatening rock cave.

Milgrester’s two soldiers passed a small stone tower that looked like a miniature obelisk.

The stone tower ‘Monument of Innocence’ is a precious magic tool that freezes the magical power of the area. Installation is tricky and takes a long time, but once activated, it is a treasure that can completely neutralize a moderate level wizard.

The Monument of Innocence was originally the spoils of a great swordsman, but now it is a weight stone that suppresses the mana of prisoners in an underground prison.

It was another soldier who greeted the two soldiers who reached the bottom of the common ground. Those who came down the spiral staircase bowed to the sergeant who was sitting on a chair among them.

“The commander has ordered preparations.”

“...I heard that you returned at noon today?”

“You came to the court on business. You’ll be stopping by here as well, since you’ve been walking.” “under. Because he is also very diligent.” The sergeant belonging to the Milgrester family stood up from his chair while grumbling. The soldiers lined up behind him removed the chair and picked up the old carpet that had been spread under it. Then the dark floor door was revealed.

“What about the key?”

“I brought it.”

The sergeant unlocked two large locks with the handed key and the key he took from his belt. The floor door was made entirely of iron and was over half a span thick, so it could only be opened after four strong soldiers clung to it.

“Load the crossbow.”

At his command, six soldiers turned the hoists on the crossbows. The sergeant fiddled with the handle of the knife with a somewhat nervous expression.

“Whoa... let’s go.”

While the four soldiers, including the two from above, kept their positions, the sergeant led the soldiers with crossbows and went down the floor door.

After a while, an old man appeared surrounded by soldiers.

His hair, eyebrows, and white counting made it impossible to guess his age, but he was very tall and his posture was upright.

As soon as he appeared, it felt like a cold wind was blowing in the cavity. The presence of a man who had earned the title of sword master fifty years ago was unparalleled.

“You need to loosen up, so I’ll release the handcuffs for you.”

The sergeant spoke very fluent Gellan.

“It’s the third sparring, so you know well”

“It’s not sparring, it’s a duel.”

Old man Grimons Koval growled low.

“I’m not interested in you and your subordinates, so don’t talk nonsense and solve this, sergeant.”

The sergeant wet his dry lips.

The opponent is a monster that can tear every soldier here with its bare hands. It was an act that required a lot of courage to release the only restraining sphere even though he knew that.

The sergeant, contemplating whether to bring up the story of the old man’s grandson and issue a warning, decided that nothing good would come of provoking him and released the handcuffs.

“What about the knife and gloves?”

“As soon as the commander comes, I will give it to you.”

Grimmons turned around and stood on a flagstone in the middle of the common area. Dozens of pairs of eyes locked in the cell turned to him, but the old man moved his body regardless.

For a long time, the sergeant and soldiers watched Grimmons nervously. There

was

a loud hinge sound coming from the top of the squeaking cavity. A long shadow from the torches fell on the spiral staircase. A cold wind blew behind the figure.

thud.

The door is closed. The shadows also disappeared.

The cavity had fewer light sources. Thanks to this, the tip of the spiral staircase remained locked in darkness. There were soft footsteps, and long-necked boots came out of the darkness and hit the steps. The prisoners held their breath in unison.

“You waited long?”

The young and old, who had exchanged unfriendly words, clashed again. Sharp pieces of metal collided, and a sharper metallic sound exploded in succession. The cavity was about to hum.

Due to the restraining power from the Monument of Innocence, Phoenix could not move his magic. It was for this reason that Grimons Koval insisted on solitary confinement in the dungeon.

He was a red knight who boasted that he would not use blood-spelling because he had to train his swordsmanship. But who knows if those words will be kept even the moment a knife pierces under the uvula.

There is a big difference between not using magic and not being able to use it, so the old man decided that he had to fight under the monument of innocence to defeat the enemy knight and end his life.

However, the youngster who had just turned 20 was on equal footing with the old swordsman of 90 years. No, he had a very slight advantage through recklessness, whether it was ambition or madness.

Crack!

Phoenix smirked as the blades were pressed against each other.

“what. Are you tired already?”

“You bastard—”

Grimons gnashed his teeth as he turned his back against the stone wall after taking a few steps back. The two hit the headbutt at the same time as if they had squeezed each other.

Boom!

With a little exaggeration, there was a roar that sounded like a battering ram hitting the wall.

Unlike Grimons, who staggered with blood dripping from his gray hair, Phoenix, whose face was stained red, threw out a one-handed half-sword with a face of deok.

The very moment the red knight’s sword was about to go through the old master’s eyes.

Grimmons’ grey-white eyes flashed. The old man stumbled backwards and jumped up, kicking off the stone wall. As if defying gravity, it twisted its waist in the air and spun at high speed.

I love you!

Although Grimons named it ‘Corvalu Yeongam’, it was a technique better known among swordsmen as ‘Flight of the Bird of Prey’.

“Oh, Zen-”

Phoenix swallowed his breath and held up a half-sword with one hand. Grimons’ surprise leap and swift slash made it impossible to even launch a counterattack.

Boom!

In the first slash, the tip of the one-handed and half-sword was broken into chunks. The second slash cut off a handful of hair.

The old swordsman, who was light today, even made the third sword attack and carved a deep cut on the enemy knight’s face.

“Kuk!”

The old bird of prey finished its ferocious flight and landed gracefully. At the same time, it bounced slightly and released a quick thrust.

kang! Phoenix swung the back of his gloved hand and barely parried the attack. A couple of black scales covered in gloves broke and scattered.

“Ahhh-”

“Whoop whoop.”

The red knight took three or four steps back and wiped the blood off his face. The old man, who had taken four sword strikes in half a half breath, also breathed heavily.

“Because you really cut the knife like shit.”

Phoenix licked the blood that flowed down his lips and his eyes lit up.

“Greedy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped. It was a light movement, as if stepping on the wind.

M. 99

Grimmons eyes widened. It was because the enemy knight floating in the air rotated fiercely.

I love you!

An afterimage of steel filled his vision. The one-handed and half-sword with a blunt tip drew a sharper trajectory than any other sword the old swordsman had ever seen.

Cacan!

The sword broke in half and blood flowed from his grip. The old man quickly rolled back, but the red knight’s third slash managed to clear his calf.

“Eh 99

Phoenix landed roughly and attacked Grimons like a carnivorous beast. The old man managed to dodge and block two stabs in quick succession.

“...how the hell.” “how?” The old swordsman limped away and muttered, the red knight replied with a bright smile.

“What do you mean practice?”

I wanted to shout at least nonsense, but Phoenix’s flight of birds of prey was too beautiful for that.

Bird of Prey flight is a skill that requires only two or three sword swings while leaping. Among the prosecutors with the cobalt property, those who could not imitate the shape were rare.

However, raising the power, speed, and accuracy of technology to a practical level was a completely different matter. In a confrontation with a swordsman who had reached the stage, there was only one person in the middle world who could perform the flight of a bird of prey.

It was like that until just now.

“...her.”

Grimons Koval let out a big laugh. The kid in front of him stole the skills he had honed for decades in just 15 days. Through one battle and two duels without proper instruction.

Clinking. In the end, the old sword master lost his sword.

It was unclear whether the loss of strength in the hungry ghost was due to a tear in the palm of the hand from receiving the fierce sword strike, or a sense of collapse.