CH 287

Volume 12 Episode 15

He grabbed the man’s neck and threw him on the desk.

There is a loud bang and the whole building vibrates.

I felt someone rushing around me, but I didn’t care.

I just wasn’t interested.

“You know. Half-and-half probability, not something like that, but a specific probability. Isn’t it?”

a ugh……

“The probability of success is zero, and the probability of failure is 100. Is the young adult called the strongest swordsman on the continent and the final destination of the swordsmen ruining the talents of the younger students under him in this way? The kid with the most talent out of all the kids out there?”

Kwajik-! Kwaang-!!

“You should have stopped this idiot from doing such a pointless thing. You should have stopped it and made it grow while breaking the wall. You’re not going to stop something that doesn’t sound like it’s going to fail, but rather help? Am I wrong about you?”

” Great•••••••”

“Even if you cut and dismantled Cell’s body, I didn’t kill you right away. You said you would give in, but the specific reason is because I know what kind of person you are. Because I knew you were a pretty good guy.”

Suddenly, I got up from my seat.

“When you swore allegiance to the Crown Prince, and became his sword and carried out countless orders, you showed as much mercy as possible to those weaker than you. Those who did not need to be killed were saved as much as possible.”

Gradually, the strength in my arm began to grow, and tendons began to sprout from Beckerman’s wrist, which was holding my arm with both hands.

All of Beckerman’s past actions, that is, his mercy, were limited to a race called ‘human’.

Cell was a dragon, not a human, and Beckermann saw such a cell as an ‘enemy’.

Obviously, Beckerman is a decent ‘human’.

Only good for humans.

Even a while ago, when Teslan’s subjugation squad was annihilated, 500,000 gold was sent to the royal castle in ‘anonymous’.

I didn’t track.

I didn’t even have to do it.

I don’t know what Beckerman sent.

Not only Becker as the Prince’s sword, but only human Becker.

“You were respected by the Crown Prince, and even when the Crown Prince’s powers were revealed, you were still called the continent’s strongest swordsman. He was also respected by many. Can’t he even crack down on a kid under him right now?”

I looked at Roman.

The trembling blonde kid looked frightened, and seeing that, I calmed down a bit.

Whoa.

He threw Beckerman at the wall.

From those who drew swords around them, there were many who wanted to raise their energy, but they.

“Cool, stop-! Don’t pull it out!!”

Beckerman dries.

Such a bastard, Beckerman.

Breathing in, Beckerman looked at me with a red face.

At that moment, Roman, who was trembling, spoke.

“I asked for it.”

turned his head

“I asked for a mana transplant, to forcefully create a circle, to break the limits stipulated in mana, and to try a challenge.”

it would have been

I know better than Roman what Beckerman is like.

Just as he swore allegiance to the Crown Prince, Beckermann believes that individual free will cannot be stopped by anything.

Since he is such a person, he would have transplanted mana.

It is no different from drawing a line that Roman is responsible for everything that will happen afterward.

It doesn’t even make sense to think about it again.

“challenge? Okay, that’s a challenge. What you did is nothing more and nothing less. Do you know?”

“… … You, too, have broken that common sense. You can and why can’t I?”

I still don’t understand this idiot.

“I have never taken my power by way of an expedient. There were people who taught and worked with me, but the power I have now is the power I built up by myself. But what did you do?”

“A mana transplant? That’s not your power. As someone else creates new mana in your heart, haha. You stupid bastard.”

I approached him and grabbed his head with both arms.

this real idiot

“Your situation right now is that you mistake the power that someone else has planted as your own. You say you make that power your own? I’m imagining something that doesn’t even sound like a word. It’s not the power you’ve built up. It’s Mana who has a different personality and resonates with other people. The first button is completely broken, do you call that a challenge? Am I misunderstanding the meaning of challenge?”

“Since you’ve been drinking here since broad daylight, you seem to know. Do you still consider it a challenge?”

After hesitating for a moment, Roman slowly shook his head.

And added the words.

“… … no.”

“I know. Yeah, that’s not a challenge. You’re digging your grave, you idiot. I am satisfied with your situation now that you brought that talent to brighten the world and threw it in the trash.

do you?”

“Let’s say you keep flying, crawling, and doing something and eventually you become a master. I bet it won’t even last a week. You’re dead now. From the moment you become a master, your heart’s circle says it will all be shattered day by day.”

There are people who see mana easily, but it is really a mistake.

The reason they feel mana is at least because there have been many trials and errors in the past and stabilized training methods have been created based on those trials and errors.

“Cultivating mana resonates with the body and balances the middle, and you have broken that balance now. To strike a broken balance… … not.”

I let go of the arm that was holding the boy’s head.

Then he gently stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword that was wrapped around his waist.

Roman was startled, but he didn’t care.

I hope I can kill you with this

Looking at it again, the sword was right at that time.

The sword that the kid named Jack Stewart was holding before returning home.

It’s a new feeling to see it up close.

He took it and went to Beckerman.

I thought it was quiet from a while ago, but I guess he passed out.

He swung his sword towards Beckerman’s right arm.

Scream-!

Following a clean cutting sound, reach out your other hand.

Beckerman’s right arm burns with fire.

The fire was not the usual red, but dark black like a hump.

The flame completely burned Beckerman’s right arm, and I touched the severed section of the guy and slammed my energy into it.

To briefly explain this situation, it is as follows.

One arm confiscated for six months.

He slowly got up from his seat and said.

“Tell me when this bastard wakes up. To live as a single arm for six months. Before that, even if you apply the elixir, it won’t play, so don’t be fooled.”

After roughly throwing the sword at Roman, he left the dormitory.

nope

I looked at Roman for a moment while trying to get out.

“There is still one way left to become the ‘maximum’ Red Master.”

“•… “Yes?”

“I’ll give you six months. If you come to me within six months, I will help you, otherwise.”

He looked at Roman’s face clearly.

if you don’t come to me

“I’m sorry, but I will never see you again.”

The last words were nothing more than self-talk.

So I turned around.

When I came out, Master asked me.

[You talk as if you are going to kill me.]

He shook his head.

Do you kill with intent or do you kill without intent?

The two are the same but different.

At least I don’t touch the kids.

Even if war breaks out, children can be given at least one chance.

But when war broke out.

When I spread my skills with all my might, those who are swept away by it to death are definitely my enemies.

There everyone dies, old or young, with no exceptions.

If Roman Stewart didn’t come to me, he’d probably be standing opposite me, and there’s a good chance he’ll die without even realizing it.

He probably died like that in his previous life.

Except for the wind in front of Pungrim Volcano, the other three are techniques to annihilate all unspecified masses, so they must have suffered there.

Well.

by the way.

“I am contemplating whether to find a scriptwriter for this one.”

[Written by a writer?]

“Yes. It seems that there are many children who do not fully understand the mana transplant operation. It’s kind of like a textbook.”

[Now that the typewriter was born, it would be convenient to write.]

shrugged.

Come to think of it, there is only one person who is just right.

Our Milos Academy’s Master Matap is still writing. So, why don’t you tell me to write one more good thing while you’re writing?

I have all the data in my head, so it’s kind of like co-writing.

“But will it come?”

[You mean that kid Roman?]

“Yes.”

I am skeptical too, but my master must have been skeptical too.

[Well, it seems that the child is very arrogant from the nature of the child. Usually, in such a case, the problem of home education is big. He was the son of an aristocrat, and he had outstanding talent, so it was probably a natural result.]

“Simply put, it’s a flower in a greenhouse, right?”

[Yes. The plants in the greenhouse do not want to leave the greenhouse. No matter how strong you are, it’s not cold outside the greenhouse. He hasn’t figured out how to bear the cold yet.]

That’s correct.

It’s not cold outside the greenhouse.

It’s almost like changing your nationality. If I make such a decision, I will probably be quite surprised.

“You don’t know. A competitor might give you an invitation, or you might change your mind.”

I didn’t think about Roman any more than this.

It’s not my life, it’s my own life, and I’ve given you a chance, so I’ll take care of it.

If you don’t have the determination to do that, well, tell me more.

It’s just there.

It was when I returned to the dormitory where the students of Milos Academy were staying.

In front of the dormitory, you can see quite a few people waiting.

Looking at the clothes they wear together, they look like people with a lot of money. What’s going on here?

That’s when I was about to pass them by.

A man saw me and shouted.

“Ah!!”

The sound was so loud that about 15 people all looked at me at once.

There was no time to frown.

“Jack Valantier!!”

You know me, I don’t know that.

A man comes up to me and gets down on his knees.

This was embarrassing too, but the next man’s words were even more embarrassing.

Because I said like this.

“Please be the king of Ishmael!!”

did i hear it wrong

what kind of bullshit is this

The youngest son of a marquisist