Overpowered Sword

Overpowered Sword Chapter 206

Level up with the sword (206)

It was the next day.

“Once again, I am truly grateful to you all.”

Grania, who had Leon and the others sit across from her, bowed her head.

Since becoming the lord of the magic tower, the number of times he has gone down could be counted on one hand, but the people who saved the life of his best disciple were able to put aside everything, including their pride.

Adela looked shocked by her old enemy’s unfamiliar attitude, while the other three accepted the greeting without much change in their expressions.

It is about saving people from the tricks of the evil religious order.

If I had passed it by without knowing anything, I would have missed it, but once I found out, it was an issue that I couldn’t just ignore.

“Please raise your head, Grania.”

When his head didn’t come up even after waiting a few seconds, Leon declined first and continued the conversation.

“The situation we need to think about now is not about the past. “It is to cull out and defeat the evil cults and their elements that may be lurking within the empire.”

“Well, it’s just as you said.”

Grania looked at him with a somber expression.

“But the information I know is decades old. “I have never been back to Karelum since I gave up my position as the Mage Tower Master.”

The life of information depends on its validity time.

Even if information from 1 minute ago, 1 hour ago, 1 day ago, and 1 week ago is the same, the value can be more than a hundred times different.

Nevertheless, Leon spoke without feeling discouraged.

“What if you say decades…?”

“It was 25 years ago that I officially left the country, and it was 30 years ago that I was relieved of my position and stopped working.”

“That’s okay.”

“hmm?”

In response to Grania’s questioning gaze, Leon brought up something he had discussed with his colleagues several times.

“Think of the tricks prepared throughout the Clyde Empire and the tricks that moved great men like Grania and Lord Dayton. This is not possible in just a few years. “It may be a plot that was hatched even before the Emperor Guang took the throne.”

“Uhm…!”

“If anything comes to mind, please tell me without exception.”

Perhaps thinking that what Leon said made sense, Grania put down the teacup she was drinking and fell into deep thought.

No, it would be correct to call it a flashback.

Even so, the memory and thinking speed of wizards are dozens of times that of other professions, and Grania, who had become an archmage, would not even dare to compare with anyone.

That was actually the case.

He spent only about 3 minutes sitting down to look back on his memories from 1 minute ago to 30 years ago.

“…Prime Minister.”

What Grania, who opened her mouth after three minutes, mentioned was the position of the undisputed second-in-command of the Clyde Empire.

In an era when nobles below the viscount level, as well as great nobles above the earl level, were purged on a large scale, most of the officials of the imperial capital Karelum survived and showed off their power.

Among them, the person who boasted the most power and speaking power was the current Prime Minister, Esrom.

“I only saw him face to face a few times, but every time I saw him, I felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort and déjà vu. “I started creating followers while I was a low-ranking official in the imperial palace.”

“Are you saying that Prime Minister Esrom is suspicious?”

“That’s right. As far as I know, there was a rumor going around that it was the prime minister who moved the imperial army during the rebellion of Emperor Guang. “I don’t know who started the rumor, but almost all of the people who said that rumor have disappeared.”

The word ‘disappeared’ does not mean that it has truly disappeared.

If they silenced him in that way, it also meant that there was a good reason for doing so.

It’s so thorough that even the previous magic tower owner doesn’t know much about it.

“ah!”

It was then.

Karen, who had been muttering the name Esrom several times, opened her eyes wide. He seemed to have realized something.

Paying no heed to the gazes of the four people, she picked up paper and pens lying nearby and wrote and revised a few letters to create a combination of three syllables.

The result of dividing Prime Minister Esrom’s name into 5 letters and arranging them in reverse order.

―MORSE

Adela unconsciously slammed down her clenched fist.

Boom!

One corner of the sofa shattered, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere, and she gasped in shock at what she had done.

Grania, who was just as shocked as Adela, was able to calm down a little thanks to the sound.

“Have you still not gotten over your habit of going out with your fists?”

“It’s so noisy!”

Seeing the two people arguing, the others quickly calmed down.

It was a shocking fact.

Of course, there was a possibility that this result was just a coincidence, but all five people felt it.

This is the truth.

“By the way, it’s none other than Morse, the unprecedented leader of the ‘Chaos’ sect…”

Grania’s voice sank low and heavy.

Among the three major evil sects, Chaos was the most disorderly and a group of monsters that could not mix with other sects.

But Bishop Morse was different.

A monster whose appearance, voice, and presence change every time a sighting is reported. Morse had the patience to act with “Ruin” or “Despair” or wait a long time to proceed with his plot.

The contradiction of being more intelligent than anyone else despite being a madman. The one who is even crazier among the crazy.

“There will be more bishops besides him. Even if Morse is great, he won’t be able to control Clyde by himself.”

“I guess so. The question is who is there, though.”

Adela said, agreeing with Leon’s words.

“If he is weak, we can overthrow him with our current strength. However, if it is the Archbishop or someone just below him… it will be difficult to guarantee victory even if five masters gather together.”

“The masters living in the ecliptic might also be manipulated like me and Dayton, so we should be careful.”

“It would be a good idea to wait for Irexana’s arrival.”

While the five of us were discussing future measures together, ‘it’ came suddenly.

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The earth shakes.

Even though Grania’s residence was protected by magic, the aftereffects of its power overflowed, shaking people’s bodies and breaking teacups.

“What is it? Is it an earthquake!?”

“No way! “Fort Roy and Karelum are geographically places where earthquakes can never occur!”

“Then what is this vibration?”

“Maybe ‘someone’ did it!”

The four people’s faces hardened at Grania’s shout.

It was because a story from yesterday came to mind.

It became known that the curse was lifted the moment the rebound returned to the caster. And the number of people who can lift the curse on Edgar is limited.

Saint Ellahan.

If the evil cult was aware of her existence, there was a high possibility that they would immediately exclude her.

“Let’s go out!”

The group ran out of the residence without worrying about who would go first.

The vibrations were getting closer.

It was approaching at high speed, making a thudding noise as if declaring war on them.

and.

“ah!”

Leon, who ran out of Grania’s house and looked beyond, stiffened with tension.

I feel an enormous presence.

It may not be possible to discuss strength or weakness with just presence, but it is more powerful than Irexana. All my five senses, which had been sharpened, became paralyzed, as if a tsunami was washing over me. I have never seen a stronger presence than this other than King Kasim!

“…is this Bishop Necator of ‘Ruin’?”

Suddenly, Adela stood next to Leon and screamed.

It was an unfamiliar name to Leon and Karen, but Grania and Ellahan knew it.

One of the Nine-Hell exorcisms of the evil cult.

A monster representing the sect.

“Hahahahahahaha!!”

Laughter erupted from several kilometers away.

The sound of laughter that sends chills down the spine of those who hear it, as if they are going crazy with joy.

I didn’t write “The Lion’s Roar” like Adela.

I was just laughing with emotion, but the atmosphere was going crazy and tearing the area to pieces. The building collapses, the ground turns over, and everyone passing by is scattered in handfuls of blood.

It was a terrible sight.

I felt like I wanted to run out and stop that monster right now, but my body didn’t move.

[It’s a natural reaction.]

El Cid said.

[I’m not someone who can do anything to you if you run out alone. Even though it was reached through an evil path, it is still strong. It is a being looking at the boundary line of the Grand Master.]

‘The Grand Master…!’

Leon was at a loss for words when he heard that the bishops of the evil sect were looking at the highest level.

The same was true for the other four people.

This is not an opponent that can take the initiative by attacking first. You must somehow maintain a perfect posture, read the opponent’s moves, and then respond.

Grania took a few steps back and Ellahan and Adela took three steps forward, forming a formation.

It distinguishes between the front and rear ends.

―Hero, call me if you need me.

“huh.”

Karen, who sank into Leon’s shadow, whispered.

The experience and sense he had accumulated as an assassin spoke volumes. The sign approaching them was that of a warrior.

An opponent you can’t beat even if you fight 100 times in a head-to-head confrontation.

In that case, it just melts into the darkness and waits for some opportunity.

“come!”

As if responding to Grania’s words, it accelerated.

Jump hundreds of meters in one step.

A sonic boom exploded behind the creature’s back, raising a cloud of dust.

“It’s been a while? Adela!”

The hair is red like blood.

Even though the eyes are shiny and naturally smiling, as if they were made of rubies, they do not feel human.

Its beautiful, statue-like appearance was covered in blood and signs of death, making it even hideous.

It really seems like a monster imitating a human.

Bishop Necator of ‘Ruin’ said.

“Was the last time I saw you 40 years ago? “You’re still a kid!”

“What’s wrong with this bastard?!”

Adela, who was stung by Necator’s words, threw a fit.

“The tomato-headed bastard who ran away after being beaten by Lark is called a kid by someone!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Is your temper still the same? Good, very good! After all, Adela has to be foul-mouthed.”

“Fuck that’s good! “Fuck you!”

Even though Adela was pouring out such curses, she did not attack first and growled. This is because Necator was strong enough to make even her with the nickname ‘Maeng Jin’ discourage the first attack.

Leon and the others looked for an opportunity while the two were talking, but they had a feeling that no matter what tactic they used, they would only suffer losses.

It doesn’t look like it’s ready for battle, but it has no weaknesses.

In that position, Leon felt a familiar sense of intimidation.

‘Could it be a natural body?’

[It is not complete. His natural body is to implement freedom based on offense and defense, but it feels like he is biased towards aggression. Even in situations where blocking or dodging would be effective, it will try to counterattack.]

Still, the fact that it has reached the natural body itself is terrifying. A state where all actions are consistent with reason even if one is not conscious of it.

When Leon understood Necator’s true identity and became nervous,

“Grania, you managed to cut off that leash? “I thought I couldn’t fight you because of that brother Morse’s plan.”

Necator grinned. With an innocent face that did not match the devastation unfolding behind him.

“Now I can finally fight you!”

He was happy.

He was joyful without any ill will, without any sense of murderous intent or hostility.

He is a battle fanatic and a murder fanatic from his core.

Nevertheless, there is no malice in the act, and I just keep trying because it is fun. Although he was promoted to the position of , he focused more on martial arts than foreign martial arts and it was thanks to him that he was the second most powerful person after the archbishop.

“Now then, shall we begin? There are four masters… or five? “I’m really excited that I can’t find my location!”

Necator blushed like a girl in love.

There are four Aura Masters and one Archmage.

Even for Necator, the second-ranked exorcist, it was not a situation where the odds of winning could be said to be high.

But don’t back down and don’t be afraid.

A madman who prefers to die cheerfully rather than live boringly.

“–Goes?”

Necator took a step forward.

No, it was when I was about to take a step.

“Master!”

“Edgar!? this guy! “Where can I get out of here with that body?”

Edgar came running out from inside Grania’s residence.

It had only been a day since he regained consciousness, so he must have been mentally and physically tired, but he seemed to have somehow grasped the situation.

Edgar said.

“But I can’t let you fight alone, Master!”

“Are you in a position to worry about me now!?”

“It was my fault! “Even if I die here, shouldn’t I clear that stigma?”

Grania smiled happily for a moment at his determined voice, but then turned away as if she didn’t know.

It was a disingenuous response.

“joy! Do whatever you want! “Since when did you listen to me?”

Even if he is not fully prepared, the Archmage has considerable power.

Necator’s odds of winning have now fallen below 20%.

Six masters surrounded Necator.

Grania shouted as she stood in front of Edgar.

“Ed, come to your senses! I won’t help you this time, even if your immaturity leads to death!”

“Yes Master!”

Was that why?

No one expected it.

Phew!

The bottom of Grania’s robe turned red.

This was because blood and internal organs were pouring out from a gaping hole in the middle of the abdomen.

Even though she was mortally wounded, Grania looked back instead of blocking the wound or widening the distance.

It had to be that way.

“…Edgar?”

“Yes, Master.”

Edgar smiled like rotten mud.