Sword Pilgrim 133
Sword Pilgrim chapter 133

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A rain of arrows in the sky
The thick spear of a driver on horseback threatens them.
It had been a week since the forest of Beutra had burned.
The imperial army still aimed at them.
Pure white pilgrim to be exact.
It was Callius.
Chen!
Cutting off a flying arrow with his sword, Callius pulled on the reins.
Ta da da!
An arrow pierced the spot, and the spears of the knights who didn’t miss their chance aimed at him.
Hwaaak!!!
Throwing the spears with bulging muscles .
The spear that left the knights’ hands was launched like an arrow and aimed at Callius’ chest.
The timing was right and the force and old age put into the throwing spear also complied.
The moment it left his hand, the article thought.
His own spear would be stuck in Kyatsu’s chest.
“Good!”
But the world was not so kind.
The short pilgrim who suddenly jumped up and swung his huge hammer would probably pop the knight’s spear at once!
“What the hell!”
That’s not all.
Pan! Pan-pan!
“Gawk!”
“Kwoof!”
The arrows that the pilgrim, who had drawn several bowstrings, shot out of nowhere pierced the hearts of the soldiers and knights with precision.
Some of them suddenly burned.
The beasts that had appeared from the rear in a surprise attack were covered in lightning and slashed at the soldiers.
The lizards with spears in front attacked as they fled, piercing their bellies one by one.
“Retreat…”! Whoa!
I was just about to order them to retreat.
Before I knew it, a pure white pilgrim, far beyond the soldiers, swung his sword.
As soon as the sword flew out of the sword shop
Sgott.
As soon as I saw the sword light up in a straight line, the head of the article rolled and fell.
Pfaff!
The blood that spurted out like a fountain dried up before I knew it, and the piece of flesh also turned into a mummy.
“Whoa!”
Furthermore, the imperial army retreated.
Fifty soldiers and eight knights came, but they were not even a match for the four pilgrims and one beast.
It’s a good thing I have a sword!
The pure white pilgrim.Callius whistled as he put his sword back into his sword collection.
Callius whistled. Then, as if his words were waiting for him, he approached and burned Callius.
“You don’t mind if pilgrim rides a horse, do you?”
The lizard swatted the lizard with its tail.
It was Pyromatur, the chief of the Dragon Born tribe.
He had broken away from the Dragon Born tribe to accompany Callius and his group.
From the beginning, he didn’t have much affection for the tribe and went along with them, saying it would be better to travel.
No one knew that Callius had a large stake in the decision.
“Just because you go on a pilgrimage doesn’t mean you will always walk on foot. After all, the meaning of pilgrimage is also to find yourself.”
“‘Lactus, you never said that. Ardu,” he said, “is your god a little crazy?”
He had been quite respectful when he had been a tribal chief, but he was no such thing when he threw out his heavy baggage.
Philo the Tailslayer.
The more frivolous his nickname, the lighter his normal speech was.
“‘Feer, don’t slander other gods. For the son of the tundra will hit you over the head with a hammer.”
Ardu spoke, sometimes sternly, but in detail, as if he were watching the young man’s cocky attitude. It was as if he was treating Philo as if he were his son.
“Master Albert did not say a word about the pilgrimage in particular.”
Elf-Serena’s expression did not change much as usual .
Only when she glanced at Callius, however, did her expression become more varied.
“‘The God of Swords was Valtherus, I presume?
“Yes.
“The Sword God is a generous man, isn’t he?”
A laughing Callius replied to Philo’s words as he called out.
“I guess he’s narrow-minded enough to talk a lot about a mere horse ride.”
“Yikes!”
Callius asked, leaving the disassembling Philo in the dust, glancing at the village.
“‘Only Laiki. Is it right?”
“‘Position is correct. Looking at the signs on this pauldron, only Laiki is correct.”
He said, “It’s rural.”
“Thirty years ago it was the country… …You’ve prospered a lot!”
Laiki Man
Originally, it was just a small village where travelers stayed for a while.
The main income was said to be the pockets of the travelers, but over time that changed.
“‘A suitably large village, isn’t it?’
It was a half-hearted sentiment, but the village itself was not noteworthy for this.
There were reasonably large buildings, and it seemed to be a village that had developed mainly through agriculture, but the only thing that made it a little different was that each building was centered in its own style.
After Callius walked around for a while, he realized that the building was the Smile of the Rose.
“‘A place to live in a brothel, huh?’
There was no mystery to it.
It wasn’t even a strange thing, given the historical background.
Each of us has a different way of life.
“‘Then go and unravel it fully. We’ll keep our quarters separate.”
“There’s something to cross, so save my quarters as well.”
“Charis? You don’t have to catnap for no reason. Just because one man is a woman doesn’t mean you should be ashamed .”
Serena choked at the sight of Philo’s light tap on her shoulder .
“Damn it!”
“‘Don’t act so rude. Philo.”
“Oh, I get it! All right!”
“We’ll be waiting for you.”
“Yes.”
Syun is a rather strange setting.
It’s not described as a “Quest.”
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This is the peculiarity of Siun.
It is the resentment of the deceased that forms the ingratitude.
In order to unravel the lump, a suitable deep-seated grudge must be accomplished.
It may be light, or it may be very heavy.
Those who have earned the favor will resolve the deep-seated grudge by accomplishing it instead, and will receive a reward commensurate with it.
“That’s Siun.”
However, it is quite difficult to solve the deep-seated grudge of a subject by indirectly experiencing the recollections that come to mind in the abstract.
For this reason, Callius has often failed despite several attempts at benefiting from the treatment.
In some cases, he could not solve it, and in many cases, he did not know what it was.
And this poem was similar again.
“I don’t know if I should just take it with me or what it is.
If I had to guess from what I had seen so far.
There seemed to be a little too much to wish for.
He could see one woman and a place, but Callius thought the guy wanted more than just that.
The emotions he could feel from him.
Because it wasn’t that simple.
“Sir?”
“‘Looks like pilgrim needs to untie his lower half too. I’m sorry.
They were the guards protecting the brothel.
Ignoring the stupid joke, I asked.
“Where is Veronica?”
“Veronica? Hey, bro. You heard the rumors, didn’t you? Smile of the Rose, looking for all the first whores… by the way, what should I do? She’s off today, though.”
“Off duty?”
Callius sighed.
Why the difficulty to begin with?
“Why are you looking for Veronica?”
“Hey, little guy. Don’t barge in.”
A girl came out from between the guards and abruptly crossed her arms and asked .
. “If not Veronica, how about me? I’m going to be the best rose in the future.”
The girl’s crisp words caused Callius’ brows to contract.
“I have something for Veronica.”
Callius smiled, “No, you can’t. There weren’t more than one or two people who would try to roll over after doing so. No matter how many prostitutes you have, you can’t let them go unchecked. Besides, Veronica is the best flower in Raikina. Let’s say no.”
“You’re right, Mr. Hyun. There are too many other flowers, so let’s stop and pick some other flowers…”
Just as he was about to push his shoulder
Callius’s hand snapped the gnome’s wrist and knocked him down in one fluid motion.
With a thud!
“Huh?”
Despite the fall and the broken wrist, the eyes of the security frowned at once, unaware of what had happened
“You say that a lot, so this guy…!”
At close range, he pulled his sword from the dance at his waist and aimed for Callius’ shoulder.
They were the ones with spears in their hands and swords at their hips.
Callius had no difficulty in grabbing the gnome’s sword from between his fingers.
“Hey, hey!”
Naka was frightened by the sight of Callius grabbing the sword with his fingers as he struck down with both hands. He cut off the guard’s hand.
He sliced the guard’s hand.
He looks down at the guard, who falls limp in surprise, and asks, “Where is Veronica?
“Where is Veronica?”
. “Oi, follow me! I’ll show you the way!”
Between the guards, who were as mute as they were unable to open their mouths.
The girl in the example shouted.
“Lead the way!”
“Yes!”
* * *
tumbling
“Veronica! Chris! We’ve got a visitor! Open the door!”
The girl’s name was Chris.
The somewhat shabby house outside the brothel was Veronica’s house, and no matter how many times she knocked, she could hear no sign of anyone.
“Veronica! Philip’s here!”
The girl rasps.
Soon there was a sign of someone in the house.
kkiik.
Her light brown hair cascaded down her face.
A candle was inlaid in one hand, but as soon as he saw the girl and Callius, he turned his head as if to tell them to come in and light it right away.
“…… I’m off duty today, Chris, why did you bring me here?”
Chris, why did you bring me here?” “Because you look like Veronica’s guest. Trust me! I’m not a business person.”
The girl I introduced as Chris left the house immediately.
She was a witty little thing.
Callius looked at her and straight away handed her one of the swords from his pocket.
It was a rather short, heavy sword.
There was no impressive sentimentality to it, just a sword.
“It’s Philip.
The name of the sword was Philip.
The name of the sword was Philip, the name of the deceased who owed him a favor.
“How much, you son of a bitch? How much?”
“…What do you mean?”
“He owes money in my name again, doesn’t he? I’ll ask him how much. How much?”
I doubted that the woman with the angry frown on her face was really a prostitute.
“‘A prostitute who’s willing to shoulder the money.’
I wondered.
“‘How much?’
“This is Philip.”
“?”
Veronica and Chris both looked at the sword.
They cocked their heads, somewhat incomprehensibly, and their expressions quickly changed.
“?” said Callius again.
“It’s Philip.
“Dead?”
“‘Dead.
“…….”
Veronica was silent for a moment.
Then she swept her head and —.
“. any other words?”
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“It wasn’t.”
“No, you didn’t. All right, all right. Go ahead.”
I thought they might be lovers, but it seemed they were not.
There was no change in their expressions.
“I wondered why Philip remembered this woman when he died. Was it the tiger’s mouth?
I wondered if giving it to her would complete the siun, but again, that was not the case.
Perhaps a little investigation was in order.
“‘Jesus, you came right out of it. Aren’t you doing this?”
Obscene chibi behavior.
Callius frowned.
“‘I haven’t.’
“Then what are you here for?”
“Do you know Philip?”
Chris told him about Philip to wake Veronica.
“Philip? That dumb Phillip?”
“Was I stupid?”
“It was silly. He was the one who was screaming about getting the Lykeman’s flower as a bride.”
“Were they lovers?”
“Lovers?” “Who would fall in love with a flower? Maybe he went back and forth and asked her about her strange feelings.”
Apparently there was something I was missing.
“‘We’ve come this far.’
Callius looked down at the medium sword in his hand . He couldn’t know in advance what compensation Siun would give him, and he still didn’t know what compensation he would give him.
Still, this level of DEEP-SEATED GRUDGE is to be expected. I can’t just throw it away and look for another Siun…
He looked around Lai Kee Bay and it seemed that he had to look for clues about Philip.
“But that’s what they told me.”
“What?”
Phillip said he was trying to buy Veronica.” “But how can a farmer with no money buy the most flowers? I can’t afford it.”
Farmer.
How did a farmer become an imperial soldier?
Chris cleared up his doubts.
“And then…”…why did he suddenly get the Imperial disease? Did you have some kind of vine? “I’m sure I didn’t…”
Callius’s eyes sank at Chris’s cryptic words.
I can smell it .
* * *
“They said Philip’s dead.”
Veronica, wearing a thin cardigan, spoke to a man sitting in the Oval Office.
The man’s name was Rufard. 
He was the one who managed the Rose Smile.
He wore a pair of glasses over one eye and was calculating the ledger, without ever looking at Veronica.
“That’s what happened after all. It’s a pity. Are you happy too?
“If you hadn’t told me about STRANGE, I wouldn’t have been such a dead guest.”
Finally, Lupard got the ledger down and looked at Veronica.
“‘I was only making a suggestion. The empire just needed a soldier, and I was just introducing you to a good profession. I have no desire to listen to you.”
“‘Don’t give me that crap. I didn’t want to lose the sign of the Rose’s Smile to the STRANGE peasant guy.”
“Me? I dare to be such a farmer?”
“Right after Philip left, there was an incident that stirred up all the fields. I know all about it, that it was you.”
“Do you have any proof?”
“I saw it.”
Lupard chuckled.
I saw it,” Lupard said, smirking.
“What do you want me to do? Philip is dead anyway. Yes, there was a rumor that there was a treasure on Philip’s land. Philip’s fields always produced a good harvest, even if the others did not. So the rumor spread that there was treasure hidden in the fields, and I only dug once.”
“And what did you find?”
“I found a small box.”
“What?”
“A ring.”
“A ring?”
Rattle.
Hush.
“I think I was going to propose to you. I was going to throw it away, but if you come back alive, I was going to give it to you as a congratulation, but I can’t give it to you since you’re already behind. Take it.”
Veronica’s eyes shook as she patted the ring box teasingly.
“Philip was ridiculous.”
Veronica’s eyes flashed, “I don’t think so. Well, the very idea of marrying a prostitute was ridiculous.”
“‘Still, he wasn’t trash. He wasn’t a dog and a beast like you.”
Swoosh!
She drew her sword from a gap in her cardigan, but jumped at Rupard .
A moment before the sword pierced his head.
Jaw!
Rupard barely managed to block the sword.
“You madman!
Aah!
“Aah!
Huh!
“Huh!”
“Why are the child’s last years so silly to me?”
Lupard, who had headbutted Veronica in the forehead and kicked her in the leg, nodded his head as if he had shortened her life span by ten years.
Veronica, who had fallen down, shouted to let out her anger .
“‘If it hadn’t been for you, Philip wouldn’t have died!”
She continued, “How dare you ask me to do what the foolish one volunteered to do, to live with a prostitute? That’s why I’m not a penniless bastard…”
“Shut up, damn you!”
Par! Par!
But what came back was violence.
Veronica moaned in pain as Lupad stepped on her foot.
“Know your theme, you bitch.”
Sashay.
“Aah!”
Rufado quickly pulled back a strand of hair and whispered in her ear.
“‘You should have a customer, and pay her well in money. Huh? You had a little hope that Philip’s baby would save you in this filthy water, didn’t you? “You’re the mojoli, Veronica. The Viscount is going to visit you himself after hearing how famous you are, and I’m going to treat him as politely as I have been treating you.”
Snap!
“‘I’ll tolerate it this time. Hey! Hurry up and put this year away.”
Fixing his tie, Lupard called for the guards.
“……?”
However, the guards did not show up after a while.
Sword Pilgrim chapter 133

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