Chapter 562

Episode 562 The Strange Soldier, Misunderstandings (11)

Hiding in the dark, Ray was stunned as he listened to their conversation.

On a subject that is not my territory.

If you’re still listening to what he’s saying, you’ll know that the territory is already in their hands.

‘I thought it would be safe for the next few days.’

I never thought I would have already devised a plan to kill the count and deal with the rest of the family.

Isn’t the work done faster than I thought?

When the two, whom he thought were pure hogu, showed good skills, Ray was quite taken aback.

In addition to that, they hired mercenaries and killers in the shadows, so if you’re not careful, Count Sylvester will die.

‘I don’t know if it’s a bad sword or a nabal, but the killers are dangerous.’

They hide in the dark, watch for an opportunity to rise, and then attack, so the danger is high.

No matter how much Count Sylvester is wrapping up the escort, the moment you lose your guard even a little bit, the murderers’ swords will stab you fiercely.

The dead don’t speak.

After Count Sylvester dies, the Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace will take off their pretense and remain ignorant.

Then, in fact, Gide and Sylveria are also dead.

The things left by the previous king will also fall into their hands, and the loyalty they have kept for hundreds of years will be ruthlessly trampled on.

After thinking about a countermeasure for a while, Ray made up his mind.

‘I’ll have to prepare some time.’

Anyway, I needed a little more time.

Count Sylvester and Gide are still busy organizing the work of the upper ranks and hiring workers, while Silveria is engrossed in sharpening her swordsmanship without knowing anything.

There is no one in the mansion who can stop them, so what’s the difference?

you have to move yourself

Having made up her mind, Ray put the hood on deeply.

He hid the sword hanging from his waist inside his robe and quietly showed his presence.

Sensing a weak presence in the corner of the bedroom, Marquis Garen hardened his complexion and put his hand on the swordsman.

“...How dare you overhear the conversation. You are a rat who wants to die.”

The moment he was about to pull out his sword coldly.

Ray lightly kicked the ground with the tip of his toe.

His new model appeared in front of the Marquis’ nose in an instant, and the blade that was about to be pulled out was stuck in the scabbard.

To block the sword in the face the moment it was fired.

It was either a madman determined to die or a skilled man with that level of skill.

And the person in front of me was clearly closer to the latter.

Ray said quietly with mana in his voice.

“...Take it easy. It is an order from above.”

It was a while to be surprised by the gloomy mana that made my body tingle.

Marquis Garen glanced at Ray.

“...stomach? Who is above me?”

Ray, who wanted to be sorry for the Marquis’ question that seemed a little suspicious, in a short moment guessed who might be above the Marquis.

“...I made a mistake. stomach as title. The Duke’s orders have come down.”

“The duke?”

“He is telling us to stop attacking for the time being and look for opportunities.”

Are you saying this all of a sudden?

No matter how much it was an order, it had never been given in such a short time before, so the Marquis Garen still did not let go of the tension.

Viscount Mays said suspiciously.

Unlike the Viscount, who was relieved by sweeping his chest, the Marquis gnashed his teeth.

“You had the master by your side! I never thought they’d been deceiving us all this time!” Thinking that the Duke, who had been struggling with them for years, was deceiving them and moving their back, it felt like all five organs were twisted.

Back when they said they were heading to Count Sylvester on the subject of raising a military organization, didn’t they pretend to be patronizing?

‘I guess I sent it knowing it would end like this from the beginning!’

For some reason, it was unusually easy for me to give permission.

Besides, seeing that it wasn’t stopped around them, everyone except Viscount Mace must have already known about the duke’s hidden power.

I didn’t know that I would be betrayed in this way, so I felt discouraged and angry.

“...I’ll make you regret it. You will have to pay the penalty for daring to manipulate this Marquis Garen like a puppet.”

The Marquis of Garen vowed revenge.

* * *

After successfully fighting each other, Ray turned his attention away from the Marquis and the Viscount.

They are the ones who will walk the path of self-destruction anyway.

It’s good to be vigilant, but they won’t move for a while.

As Ray walked across the garden, he tilted his head at the weak elation coming from the back of the mansion.

“Who are you at this hour?”

The moon has already risen in mid-heaven for a long time.

To wield a sword while everyone else is sleeping?

Besides, it’s not like training in the gymnasium, it’s behind the mansion.

Ray’s steps, which were about to head to the private room, turned.

The more I walked for a while and got closer to the back of the mansion, the clearer I could hear the elation.

He climbed a small hill.

It was a fairly tidy place except for a few large trees.

Looking at the modest flowers around it, it feels like a small garden someone has decorated.

On the hill where the moonlight fell softly, I saw a woman dancing a sword dance.

Wherever the tip of the sword landed, the wind blew, and a fragrant scent lingered somewhere in the slow movement.

Ray recognized her movements at a glance.

The legendary swordsmanship of the Duke of Trey.

Of course, there are many sloppy sides compared to the main body, and there are parts that do not flow, but what she is unmistakably demonstrating is the swordsmanship of a duke.

Like petals falling from the sky.

Her sword poured countless times under the blue moonlight.

From three swords to seven swords.

From seven swords to one sword again.

The sword that overpowered the opponent was transformed into a beloved sword full of mercy before he knew it.

Did he become able to wield a sword of this size in just a few days?

no.

It won’t be.

It must have been that the traces of countless swords she had wielded so far gathered together and blossomed when she met the swordsmanship of the Duke of Trey.

Silveria, who was forced to wear clothes that didn’t fit, finally found her own sword.

It wasn’t flashy, but it wasn’t a heavy sword either.

Her sword was extremely light.

I know how to play in the wind, and I know how to lie down in the field to rest.

The infinitely free sword slaughtered her opponent mercilessly.

Even though he wielded a sword sword by himself now, if he was in the middle of the battlefield, the blood of his enemies would have been drawn like a flower.

Silveria’s sword, which had been considered flimsy until now, had grown into a full-fledged woman.