Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 161

Episode 161. Uncomfortable Cooperation (3)

Black Haydn Reich.

Schwarz regarded his words as scripture and his steps as his own.

Schwarz, who was born as a so-called 'genius', looked down on ordinary people and lived an arrogant life.

It was none other than Geomseong who woke him up and gave him ‘enlightenment.’

– 'You are so skilled with swords even at such a young age. One day, you will become stronger than me.'

The words spoken by his mentor, who had given him enlightenment, sunk deep into Schwarz's heart.

That 'black star' acknowledged me.

That 'Black Star' recognized my talent.

Thanks to this, the importance of 'blackness' in his life began to increase day by day.

It was a natural thing.

'When I grow up, I want to be like you, Geomseong!'

The 'Black Star' seen by a 9-year-old child who had not yet experienced the world was so large that its shadow alone could cover the world.

After that, Schwartz, who was training as a prosecutor while following the 'Black Sword', entered Bayer Academy.

– 'Did you know? The great blacksmith Haydn Reich is visiting the Academy!'

– 'why?'

– 'I don't know, aren't you gathering disciples!?'

And when he heard that the swordsman had come to visit him while he was a student, Schwarz felt something boiling inside his chest.

'Master Geomseong came to Bayer Academy!?'

I'm not sure why.

It could be that he was looking for a member of the 'Baragi' group he led, or it could be that he was looking for a 'disciple' as the gossiping students said.

'The disciple of the Black Swordsman… … .'

How sweet is this sound?

A disciple of the Sword Master who has never had a proper disciple until now.

Isn't that also becoming the 'first' disciple?

'I want to be.'

A disciple of the Sword Master.

– 'You are so skilled with swords even at such a young age. One day, you will become stronger than me.'

I want to repay the words you said to me.

Your eyes were accurate.

I am ready to receive your teachings, which you have discovered with those precise eyes.

– 'That's the disciple that Geomseong chose?'

– 'That's ridiculous! That guy just entered school as a freshman!?'

– 'Wait a minute, that's the Cryphat family!?'

– 'No, look carefully. There's a Prason sticker on the pattern.'

However, contrary to Schwarz's expectations, the target chosen by the swordsman was not himself.

'Yurien Cryphat Prasson.'

Cryphat's illegitimate child.

'Why you?'

Physically strong, but mentally immature.

A person with a weak and feeble mind, unable to kill even a single bug.

As an aspiring journalist.

As Yulian's senior.

Schwartz, who had some experience teaching him, knew that he was not worthy of the title of 'Disciple of the Sword Master'.

– 'As expected, you are Senior Schwartz. I can't even reach your toes.'

Why you?

Why on earth!

***

Although he was excommunicated, his words and actions were too vulgar to bear the title of a disciple of the 'Black Saint' Haydn Reich.

A swordsmanship with such a strong color that it is hard to believe that one has been taught it.

In a way, the fact that Schwartz, who worshipped the 'Black Star', felt uncomfortable with Yurian was close to a physiological trend.

The path you have walked.

And the path to be taken.

At the same time as denying it, he was dyeing it with his own lowly colors.

'But why… … .'

Yurian's swordsmanship, which I saw after a long time, had changed. No, it would be more correct to say that it had become closer to its 'original form'.

From showing off only strength and one's own ego, as if trying to hide one's weak past.

'So now you've come to wield the same sword as him?'

And be moderate.

And also moderation.

He was able to use swordsmanship that was like permeating moonlight that suited his aura.

'Obviously, the roots are the same as before.'

Still, the atmosphere is clearly different.

Has your mindset changed?

Nobody knows that.

What that cross-eyed inspector is thinking is nobody's business.

'I wanted to check a little more.'

So Schwarz sent his 'auror' to Yurian.

'Show me your sword.'

That's the intention.

“Lord Schwarz, what do you want to hear from me?”

The 'answer' you want to hear can be heard not through your mouth, but through your sword.

Unable to bear it any longer, Schwarz bent down to divide the sum.

“Oh, is it possible that you had something to say to Lord Kaldrak, rather than me?”

what?

Schwarz, who was lowering his posture and preparing to strike the ground at any moment, was somewhat discouraged by Yurian's words.

'this guy.'

The moment he heard Yurian's words, he felt a cold sweat run down Schwarz's back.

How did you know that your goal was to 'descend the Third Prince'?

'Are you just trying to find out?'

I guess he just blurted out useless words to see what the other person was thinking.

While thinking that way, looking at Yurian's emotionless eyes, Schwartz began to have doubts.

‘… … No way, do you really know?’

Although he was a man whose life was full of lies, he felt that there was no need to say 'lies' in this situation.

If he was sure that he supported 'Kaldrak', there was no need to lie.

“……What happened at the barrier?”

I have no choice but to accept it.

The bigger question is who Yulian heard this information from.

'… Is that the Chief Secretary?'

I don't think there's much of a connection with him, Schwartz thought. After all, he was the only one who seemed likely.

“Nothing much happened. The demon was running wild, and I was just helping the former Wall go and restrain Lord Zahat.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

Did you have any conversation with 'Kaldrak the Destroyer'?

Schwarz wanted to check it out.

“Umm…….”

Yurian groans as if he is worried.

Schwarz frowned, disgusted by his nonsense.

“Tell me right now.”

“Oh, Sir Schwartz. What can I say in such an oppressive atmosphere? I’m so scared, I think I’ll forget what I’m going to say. Haha.”

Contrary to what he said, Yulian laughs briefly, taking it easy.

“And don’t you know, Lord Schwartz, that you won’t hear anything from me?”

It wasn't an unexpected remark.

However, it was a tone of voice that made me even angrier because I had expected it.

'Even if they find out that I support the decline of Kaldrak, I don't care.'

Schwartz thought that if he could only know the thoughts of the silent Kaldrak, that would be enough.

That's why I drew my sword.

“Even with a hard line, you won’t hear anything, Lord Schwartz.”

Yulian noticed it.

Those eyes, with no pupils visible, seemed to see right through my thoughts.

“To begin with, the very idea of me losing to Sir Schwartz was unimaginable.”

That son of a bitch.

Here he was so angry that he wanted to 'Auror' and swing his sword at any moment, but Schwartz restrained himself.

'Grew up.'

Yulian has clearly matured in a strange way, unlike in the 'past'.

The meaning of 'maturity' has a spiritual meaning, but it also includes skills and swordsmanship.

It was also a term that was included in the way mana was operated.

"hmm?"

Ssurukruk, ssulku──!

Schwarz put his sword back into his pocket.

“Well, I wonder if Sir Schwartz’s lofty curiosity has been quenched. Have I been a good teacher to you?”

Not wanting to hear the guy's horrible voice any longer, Schwarz turned his steps towards the procession.

'Why did you give up the option to fight?'

As he continued to walk, Schwarz asked himself.

'No way, from that guy's sword.'

If Yurian's ego had been as strong as before, he might have made a big decision right here.

'If I'm not mistaken, it is… … .'

The sword of the guy I saw after a long time clearly had the remnants of the 'sword spirit' in it.

'… Tsk.'

Schwarz clicked his tongue.

The bad relationship that started with Bayer Academy showed no sign of ending.

***

As I watched Schwarz's back moving away, I let out a sigh of relief.

‘… … Oh my.’

Normally, I would have tried to get over it by teasing her or having a few conversations.

This guy's body was spitting out all sorts of words to turn 'Schwarz's' stomach upside down.

As if he wanted to jump in first right away.

'Do you know each other?'

I don't know for sure, but it seems like that.

Although I know 《Jimajuk》 well, I don't know the connection with all the characters.

'It's none of my business.'

Leaving the corpse of the two-legged demon behind, which was starting to grow cold, I put my sword back in its sheath and looked around.

Frozen ground.

This is a place where Schwarz's 'Auror' clearly left its mark.

'Perhaps, when competing with Schwarz, you may have to avoid the swords colliding with each other.'

Naturally, the aura has a more intense effect based on the caster's body.

If you can reach the level where you can handle the 'sword' as if it were a part of your body, then it means that you can expand the scope of the 'sword' as well.

'I knew it, you know.'

Should I call it harvest?

What we got from this pointless argument was that Schwartz was, as expected, one of the supporters of 'Kaldrak'.

Judging from the urgency, it seems like he wanted to go and ask Kaldrak in person because his recent behavior has been strange.

'I guess there was an intruder.'

It wasn't my intention, though.

What can you do? You have to endure it.

“Phew…….”

As soon as I realized that the situation was over, a sigh of relief escaped me without me knowing.

Now, it really feels like the only thing left is to go back to the system.

I too, like Schwarz, returned to the line.

Although there were many corpses of demons, there seemed to be no casualties.

“Are you done?”

Zahat, holding a torch, was waiting for me.

His question, "Are you done?" seemed to have several implications.

“Did you notice that Lord Schwartz drew his sword on me?”

“My auror is specialized in that kind of thing. Even if I try not to know, I can’t help but know.”

If you had known, you could have come and stopped me.

You didn't have to be so nervous.

“I was so sure something big was going to happen.”

Why wasn't I sure?

I just hate this guy.

“Now all that’s left is to really get back to the system.”

I nodded at his monologue. That was what I had been thinking just a moment ago.

'When I go back… … .'

I wonder what Pintel did, it makes my head spin.

He's capable, but he tends to get ahead of himself too much.

I guess I need to exercise self-control.

“Then, let’s go back. The night isn’t over yet, so get some sleep… Hmm?”

Iron griddle.

Zahat, who had been talking, looked slightly embarrassed when he saw the handcuffs I took out from my bosom.

“Why are you just trying to let it go? Now that things have calmed down, shouldn’t we be able to do it again?”

“Kkeu keu, you son of a bitch who knows how to tell right from wrong.”

Thanks for the compliment.

Zahat silently accepted the handcuffs.