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Chapter 50: Sword Saint of Light vs. Evil 2

The unleashed magical power of the Sword Saint was packed into a single blow, filling the room and mansion with the magical power of white light, trampling everything in the room.

The roof and walls collapsed, and from the outside, it looked as if only that part had been gouged out. The room, which contained expensive furniture, was destroyed along with the furniture, scattered around in a pitiful state.

The Treasure Sword Jupiter – one of the world’s leading treasure swords imbued with the unique magic “Charge.” This unique magic, literally, accumulates and releases magical power into the treasure sword, a simple process.

But there is something terrible about this unique magic.

It has no limit to its capacity.

This treasure sword was created approximately three hundred years ago.

The accumulation of magical power passed down through various owners over three hundred years. The strength of the Treasure Sword Jupiter lies in the accumulation of three hundred years of magical power.

It has been five years since inheriting this treasure sword on the day of becoming the Sword Saint.

Its powerful blow has buried every formidable opponent. At least no one has emerged unscathed.

Or so it was supposed to be…

“Damn it… That hurts like hell.”

Though damaged, Evil was indeed standing. His clothes were torn in places, and his body was covered in countless abrasions. However, even after taking a blow that seemed to harvest his life, he stood intact. The Sword Saint looked at Evil again and felt it anew.

This one is dangerous—

Internally, the Sword Saint raised his guard against Evil.

“I’m surprised. I didn’t expect you to fight with your eyes closed. And you’ve figured out my ability too. What’s going on?”

“The surprise is mutual… I didn’t expect you to be alive. Is it because of that chain’s ability?”

According to the information provided, it was written that the chain wrapped around his body had the ability to steal magical power. He hadn’t thought it could even absorb the power of magical attacks.

Even at this stage, it would have been even more dangerous to fight Evil without knowing about his abilities.

What would have happened if the Ark family hadn’t taught him how to deal with illusions?

He owed them once again.

“…I didn’t expect that to be exposed too. Where could my ability be leaking from? Well, it doesn’t matter…”

He wore a seemingly uninterested expression, showing no signs of being perturbed by his abilities being exposed.

On the contrary, he seemed even more filled with killing intent than before.

It was as if he was indicating that the real battle was about to begin.

“I have one question. Why would you do something like this? With your power, there should have been a place for you to shine without becoming a thief.”

He must understand why he, possessing the rare power of a spirit user and the charisma to command thousands, would bare his fangs at the Suiroku Kingdom.

He is still a citizen of the Suiroku Kingdom himself.

Surely, there must be some reason he rebelled.

If possible, the Sword Saint wanted to help him. That’s what he thought.

However—

“That’s obvious. I don’t like it.”

“What…!?”

Evil’s answer was the worst possible response, trampling over the Sword Saint’s thoughts.

“I can’t stand arrogant nobles like you prancing around like you own everything. It’s annoying how those weaklings get cocky, so I’m thinning them out.”

Don’t like it?

Is that all it takes for him to take the lives of thousands, hundreds even?

To involve innocent people and cause such an incident⁈

“Do you think that’s acceptable!?”

“Yeah, I do. This world is survival of the fittest, and that’s the rule that hasn’t changed for hundreds of years. The weak die, get robbed, and trampled on. What I seek is a world where the politics and power of nobles don’t matter, where the powerful rise to the top. That’s the freedom I seek‼︎”

As Evil spoke with what seemed like amusement, the kindness in the Sword Saint’s heart darkened.

This guy is dangerous after all…

He was the owner of an incredibly dangerous ideology. What made it even more troublesome was that he had the power to execute it.

He must not be allowed to live under any circumstances!

“That’s enough… Don’t say another word. Your words sicken me.”

The Sword Saint gave up on saving him.

The man named Evil was broken. He was a madman who had disrupted the lives of many people for selfish reasons.

He must not live.

At least he should die here and now to prevent further harm.

“You must not live.”

With these words, the Sword Saint poised his sword.

“No, I will live. It’s my freedom.”

The second round between the Sword Saint and Ivil began.

♢

Both of them dashed forward simultaneously.

The Sword Saint made the first move.

Just like before, the brilliance of his treasure sword increased. And he swung it down with all his might.

“Whiteout!”

A sword strike fueled by magical power was unleashed.

A more powerful blow than before, with a greater amount of magical power released, struck Evil.

However, Evil seemed intent on taking it head-on. He rushed in without hesitation to close the distance between him and the Sword Saint.

“Spirits of restraint. Protect me.”

Then, the chains wrapped around Evil’s body covered him tightly like armor.

Utilizing their ability to absorb magic, he sought to defend himself by enveloping his entire body with them.

The magical sword strike assaulted Evil.

The pain of his entire body being burned and the impact of being torn apart simultaneously ravaged Evil’s body.

“Damn it!”

While scattering fresh blood, Evil endured the Sword Saint’s attack with the power of his chains and his determination, closing the distance between them in one swift motion.

“What—!?”

“Die!”

With a leap and momentum, Evil unleashed a sword strike from above.

“Too naive.”

“Huh!?”

Just as it seemed the Sword Saint would take the blow from above, he instantly deflected it aside.

With a loud click of his tongue at the masterful swordplay, Evil, now without a place for his strength, leaned forward, losing his balance.

At that moment, the Sword Saint’s blade attacked from behind.

“Bondage of the Mentally Ill Rock.”

At the moment the Sword Saint’s blade descended, the chains wrapped around Evil’s body detached from him and intercepted the Sword Saint’s strike from behind.

The clash between the chains and the treasure sword echoed with a high-pitched metallic sound.

“I see, so the chains themselves are spirits with will… In that case!”

The Sword Saint used his treasure sword to flick away the chains that had separated from Evil’s body. He intended to deal with Evil once and for all after separating him from the troublesome chains.

But there was no trace of Evil in front of him.

Searching for his presence, he found Evil ten meters away from him.

In the instant the Sword Saint’s consciousness focused on the chains, Evil had distanced himself.

Recalling the previous exchange, Evil grimaced.

It was a brief skirmish, but he hadn’t expected their abilities to be so far apart. While the Sword Saint remained unscathed, Evil was battered and bruised. Moreover, the Sword Saint fought with closed eyes, displaying such power. Honestly, he didn’t feel confident about winning alone.

There exists a significant barrier between those who exceed Level 50 and those who do not. It’s like a massive, thick wall that you can’t imagine breaking through. Evil was currently facing that wall.

(There’s no choice. I’ll crush the Sword Saint as planned.)

“Sorry, but I’ll be changing locations. If you’re up for it, come after me. Spirit Art: ‘Enhancement.'”

With the reinforcement from the spirits, Evil departed from the lord’s mansion.

—The Sword Saint would later regret why he couldn’t defeat him in that moment.

♢

Fighting against Evil, the Sword Saint reassessed his evaluation of him.

The abundance of his hand cards, he was a stronger opponent than imagined.

With an ability close to a magic eye that seals sight, chains with special abilities. An ability to command various spirits.

His courage to plunge without hesitation into the Sword Saint’s deadly blow, his clever analytical ability to perceive the situation as unfavorable and attempt to change the environment to start over. Clearly, he was not just a mere thief.

Moreover, his stance and way of striking with the sword were clearly those of someone who had undergone years of training under a leader.

Who on earth is Evil?

There should have been no one like him among the knights of the Suiroku Kingdom. There might even be a line of thought suggesting he was an assassin from another country.

There is said to be a dark organization within the empire that preys on other countries from within. With that in mind, it became even more imperative to eliminate him.

“Let’s pursue him.”

The Sword Saint opened his eyes and decided to pursue Evil.

Evil might be fleeing towards the city, obscuring his figure.

However, the Sword Saint sensed Evil’s presence in the recent battle.

Through the skill “Sensing Presence,” Evil’s whereabouts were exposed. This ability to sense presence is also like a radar that searches for distant opponents.

The presence is moving north.

Chasing Evil and hurrying towards the city, noises and screams could be heard from the city.

There, the Sword Saint lamented his own foolishness.

There are still people in the city.

The second city is crucial to the economy of the Suiroku Kingdom, and if it stops, it will incur billions of losses in a day. Besides, the people have their lives here.

That’s why even though evacuation advisories were issued, most of the citizens did not leave, and the lord did not enforce it.

Oh, why did it come to this?

Why didn’t I anticipate this worst-case scenario?

That man… That guy took the city’s people hostage.

♢

Residential area in the second city.

A place where many families with children in the port town of the second city live, with many spacious houses gathered. One of the charms is that you can see the sea from the second floor, making it relatively popular.

As it was early in the morning, the man went out to the sea, and it was already time for the children to wake up and have breakfast.

“Lin-chan! Breakfast’s ready!”

“Yes!”

The called child cheerfully replied and headed to the breakfast table. Sitting on a chair, a boy not yet ten years old eagerly ate the food his mother had made.

This is the morning scene of a certain household.

Someone suddenly appeared to disturb that peace.

Ding, ding.

The doorbell rang, indicating a visitor.

“Yes!”

Considering the busy mother, the child went to greet the visitor.

Turning the doorknob and opening the door.

There stood a white-haired man with torn clothes, covered in blood from head to toe with serious injuries. Wrapped in chains all over his body, the boy, seeing the man’s appearance so detached from the calm morning situation, thought that an eccentric guest with unusual fashion had arrived.

“Huh? Huh?”

The boy was perplexed by this bizarre scene. Before him stood a man he didn’t know, seriously injured. He panicked, not knowing what to do.

The man bent down to the boy’s eye level and spoke.

As their eyes met, it felt like the man’s eyes gleamed suspiciously.

“Hey, kid. Don’t you want to meet the Sword Saint of Light?”

After hearing those words, the boy’s consciousness faded into darkness.

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