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Chapter 49: Sword Saint of Light vs. Evil 1
At the same time, the conversation shifts to the Black Fairy.
In the second city, the boss, Evil, had already infiltrated. This time, the opponent was no ordinary one.
Against the knights who protect the country and the hero of salvation, the Sword Saint of Light.
Evil, outnumbered, decided to disperse their forces and take down the second city.
Evil aimed to annihilate the enemy’s core with a small number of troops and defeat the kingdom’s army, which tried to prevent them from entering with the remaining forces.
The main force of the kingdom’s army is concentrated at the entrance of the second city, so the interior is relatively vulnerable. That’s why they thought so.
Accompanied by several subordinates dressed in black, they sneaked into the most conspicuous building in the city. It was the mansion where the lord lived.
They had wreaked havoc in the third city to demonstrate their power to the people and nobles.
The kingdom’s side had to allocate troops both inside and outside the city to deal with lawless individuals who would even lay hands on the people.
There are six soldiers guarding the mansion.
They stand in a line in front of the gate. It’s a much heavier security presence than usual, a clear indication of the lord’s determination not to let anyone into the mansion under any circumstances.
“Jack.”
“Here…”
When his name is called, one of the figures in black steps forward to Evil.
His name is Jack.
He holds the rank of sixth in the Black Fairy hierarchy, known as “Silent Jack.”
Evil grabs Jack by the collar, pulling him close with a gaze that could kill, and orders him to kill everyone in the mansion.
“Kill everyone inside the mansion alone.”
It was akin to a death sentence.
To face opponents alone under such tight security… But even with such an order, he doesn’t flinch.
“As you wish.”
With a brief reply, he vanishes from the spot in an instant.
It was the moment when the worst murderer that had once shaken the empire was unleashed.
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Once, adjacent to the Suiroku Kingdom, there existed a dark organization in the Earthswan Empire dedicated to assassination.
“The Assassin Guild.”
They were a group who carried out assassinations in exchange for large sums of money.
Feared for their ability to kill anyone—friends, lovers, dignitaries, nobles—without restriction, as long as they were commissioned.
However, although they would kill any designated target, they absolutely refused to kill anyone else.
Because they were not murderers, but assassins.
To the common person, there might not seem to be much of a difference between the two, as both bring death. But the distinction between them exists.
The difference between a murderer and an assassin lies in the presence of rationality.
Assassins fundamentally do not kill anyone other than their target. This is to minimize leaving behind evidence. They have a rationality that governs themselves.
But murderers are different. They kill people without reason, simply to satisfy their desires. They do not govern themselves or consider others. Pure evil, honest to their own desires—that is what murderers are.
The “Assassin Guild” is an organization of assassins, where killing anyone other than the target is prohibited. This is because they have the pride of being assassins, not murderers.
Several years ago, he, who called himself “Jack,” was once a member of that organization.
Until he violated the rules of the organization—
One day, shortly after joining the Assassin Guild, he received a certain request. It was to kill a nobleman.
The target was the third son of a baron.
The client seemed to want revenge for their lover being hurt.
It was a common request, not too difficult, so he decided to handle it alone.
But that was the beginning of a tragedy.
The target was at a certain party venue.
He infiltrated a small party attended by twenty-three nobles and slaughtered everyone present.
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The first person to discover the scene recounted:
The bodies were all dismembered—arms, legs, heads, torsos, chests—so gruesomely scattered that it was impossible to tell whose parts belonged to whom.
The man known as Jack was a murderer disguised as an assassin.
This incident sent shockwaves of fear throughout the empire at that time.
The overly conspicuous Assassin Guild was suppressed by the imperial army in response to this incident, and all its members were publicly executed.
Except for the man named Jack—
Afterward, he wandered from place to place until he encountered an organization called the Black Fairy, where he remains to this day.
While he has no interest in their goal of overthrowing the state, Jack is drawn to the battles that occur in the process.
Jack’s purpose is to satisfy his urge to kill.
Just the thought of killing noble knights who fight to protect the country fills him with excitement. He is a purebred murderer who only thinks about playing in the hunting ground of the battlefield.
Returning to the story, Jack finds himself attacking the lord’s mansion alone.
There are six soldiers at the gate, the entrance to the lord’s mansion.
As the surrounding fence is not even three meters high, being a former assassin, he can easily leap over it and infiltrate. There’s no need to enter through the front gate, but his desires have reached their limit.
He decides to start by killing them.
Jack, the former assassin, disappears into the night and approaches the soldiers, blending into the darkness. Above the soldiers’ heads, atop the gate, Jack is there.
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Using his skill, “Steel Threads,” Jack disperses thin threads from his fingertips. The threads intricately entangle the soldiers as if they have a mind of their own. The soldiers remain unaware of these threads.
In the moment Jack makes a motion as if tearing through the air with his hands—
Shing!
Thud.
In an instant, the steel threads entangled in the flesh, and the bodies of the soldiers crumbled on the spot.
A shiver ran through his body at the long-awaited sensation.
The thrill of committing murder and the anticipation of what was to come were overwhelming.
Jack removed the keys from the soldiers’ corpses and unlocked the main gate’s door.
It was to make it easier for Evil and the others to enter.
After confirming that there was no one nearby, he entered the premises.
He searched quickly.
After confirming that there was no one nearby, he unlocked the back door used by the servants to come and go, entering inside. Moving without making a sound, he killed the knights he encountered using the same method as before. However, because the sound of armor falling could be heard when they were sliced into pieces, he wrapped multiple layers of thread around their necks and hoisted their bodies into the air, suffocating them.
Fun.
He was excited by the murders he committed in this atmosphere of tension.
The indoor environment, where he could perform most advantageously, further fueled his excitement.
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Having killed most of the people in the mansion, Jack reached the room of the lord, his target.
Pressing his ear against the door, he sensed the presence of someone inside.
He was sure his target was there.
Without hesitation, he reached for the doorknob, ready to enter—
“Hmm?”
His vision flipped. Before he knew it, his body and head were separated.
He noticed a figure on the other side of the open door.
A man clad in silver armor stood in the room, drawing his sword. His figure, illuminated by the moonlight, looked mysterious and remarkably beautiful.
“The Sword Saint of Light…”
Ah, well, it couldn’t be helped. Jack accepted it.
Satisfied with being killed by a hero, the murderer breathed his last breath.
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As the night faded into dawn, and the morning sun began to rise, the town grew a little brighter.
After Jack’s infiltration, Evil and the others sneaked into the mansion through the servants’ entrance at the back. The mansion was overflowing with corpses, presumably killed by Jack.
Relying on information from a mole, Evil aimed for the lord’s room.
After walking through the mansion for a while, they arrived at the intended room and stopped.
In front of the door to that room lay Jack’s decapitated body.
He was likely killed by someone inside the room. The murderous intent emanating from inside the room was palpable even from outside.
“Open it.”
Considering it too dangerous to open it himself, Evil ordered his subordinate to open the door.
Then—
“Eek!”
Thud.
In the moment the door was opened by an attack too fast to see, his subordinate’s head was severed.
(He was targeting us after all.)
“There was a response, but… it seems we picked the wrong one.”
Beyond the opened door stood a figure clad in platinum armor, with a helmet covering their face. They held a sword that gleamed brilliantly in their hand.
Upon seeing this figure, Evil and the others present couldn’t help but show expressions of astonishment.
“You bastard…why the hell are you hiding in a place like this?”
“It’s my duty to remain in the rear.”
If they’re an enemy from this country, they must be someone formidable.
Clad in platinum armor, emitting a quiet aura of an experienced warrior, and wielding a sword that radiated light to the extent that it visualized magic, the unique magic-imbued blade, “Jupiter’s Sword.”
The trump card of the Suiroku Kingdom, the strongest at level 60.
His name is—the Sword Saint of Light, Ideal White.
“To think they would assign the strongest card to the swine’s escort. What a foolish strategy… Don’t you think so, Sword Saint of Light?”
“I am but a sword. I obey the commands of my master and strike down enemies. Besides, the young sprouts are steadily growing. I won’t lose to thieves and the like.”
The Sword Saint calmly brushed off the question, as if mocking, without faltering.
Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, Evil ceased his jesting and shifted both his expression and demeanor into combat mode.
(Though it’s surprising to find the Sword Saint here, it’s not necessarily a bad situation. It means there are only small fries on their side.)
Evil drew the sword at his waist and got into a stance.
He gestured for his subordinate, who had been waiting, to step back.
“Fine, let’s settle this one-on-one. Show me the skill that defeated the Hero of Space.”
Evil challenged the Sword Saint to a duel.
Without hesitation, the Sword Saint accepted the challenge.
“Very well. I am Ideal White, the Sword Saint—I accept your challenge.”
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“I am Evil, ranked first in the Black Fairy hierarchy. I’ll strangle you, you swine.”
Both sides exchanged introductions, but the battle didn’t immediately commence. Neither made a move.
Evil sharpened his senses, trying to gauge his opponent’s next move.
The Sword Saint also showed no sign of moving, apparently intending to let Evil make the first move.
(Don’t regret it. That composure could be your undoing.)
“Phantasmal Spirits.”
Evil activated the power of the spirits dwelling in both his eyes.
“Phantasmal Spirits” had the ability to interfere with the opponent’s mind when their eyes met. Within the opponent’s mind, it recreates the strongest enemy they perceive, invoking trauma and shattering their psyche.
A potent first-strike kill.
Evil named this technique “Death Battlefield.”
What makes this technique remarkable is the low barrier for casting illusions. Normally, casting illusions on an opponent requires several processes to be achieved.
However, this technique only requires eye contact with the target. Ignoring the process, it is a powerful first-strike kill.
“Hah!”
With a shout, Evil closed the distance towards the Sword Saint.
Instead of swinging his sword, he aimed and threw it at the Sword Saint.
The Sword Saint effortlessly deflected the thrown sword with his own, but there was a slight delay in his reaction to the unexpected move.
“I got you. [Death Battlefield].”
Closing the distance, Evil peered into the face of the Sword Saint hidden behind the helmet, locking eyes.
But Evil, who had peered into the face, was astonished.
“No way… This guy, he’s keeping his eyes closed.”
The Sword Saint had kept his eyes closed from the start.
As if he were seeing through his intentions from the beginning.
“My skill is [Sensing Presence]. Even with my eyes closed, I can fight using just my sense of presence. Well then, if you won’t come to me, then it’s my turn. ‘Whitewash’ [Whiteout].”
A magical slash emanated from the Sword Saint’s treasure sword.
A powerful strike that filled the entire mansion with white light assaulted Evil.
The unleashed magical strike from the Sword Saint ravaged everything in the room with its white magical light, engulfing the entire mansion.
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Ideal White
Age: 45
Skills:
– Sensing Presence v8: Able to sense the opponent’s presence and movements.
Stats:
Level: 60
Physical Abilities: 220
Magic Power: 25
Intellect: 54
Unique Magic “Charge”: A unique magic imbued in the treasure sword, Jupiter. Can be used only by the wielder. Allows for the accumulation of magic power without limitation and its free release.
Learned Magic: None
Techniques: Swordsmanship, Heroic, Martial Arts, Speed