Episode 74 – There is a chance to make up for it.
74. There’s a chance to make up for it.
“You idiot, what on earth have you been doing all this time?”
“······?”
Leon tilted his head.
Bergoff’s sword-like words fell on him.
“It’s trash.”
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“······What?”
Leon stopped his finger as he raised it to light the fire.
No, I think we fought well, but why?
“That’s strange. Is it true that you really received my talent? “What’s wrong?”
“You’re the one who gave it to me, right?”
Leon was in tears.
“Hmm, that’s right…”
In fact, Berghoff’s misunderstanding originated from an illusion.
He originally recognized Leon as someone with outstanding talent.
When I first saw Leon, the level he had achieved was quite outstanding considering his age.
However, that is the state created by Leon’s previous body owner. The talent of the new owner was at the level of a common criminal.
So what Bergoff thought.
It is ‘genius + one’s own talent’, but in reality, it is ‘common talent + one’s own talent’.
It was natural that Leon’s skills were somewhat cool, ambiguous, and scary.
“What is the problem?”
Leon asked seriously.
Still, Bergov is a distant powerhouse that is difficult to look up to at the moment.
Can’t you tell just by looking at the way they destroyed the demons just now?
The point he makes is definitely accurate. Especially since the devil doesn’t lie.
Bergov answered as if he had been waiting.
“It’s too miscellaneous.”
“······? What does that mean?”
“I’m trying to put too much into the container I have. It’s overflowing and flowing. “It may be okay now, but later the dish will break.”
“······.”
Leon frowned and took a puff of tobacco.
‘Is that so?’
It’s not that I’m in a bad mood, it’s just that I’m lost in my thoughts.
What Bergoff means is that there are a lot of things to deal with, but you can’t digest them all.
“Then what should I do?”
“Hmph, you ask very confidently.”
Bergov snorted but answered.
“First, center yourself. Whether it is a quick sword, a heavy sword, a strong sword, a strong sword, or a ghost sword. “You have to complete one sword properly, and then put another one on.”
“Hmm.”
“You don’t even know that, and you’re drunk on strength and you’re just mixing things up… To use a metaphor, you are like a flash golem with only flesh attached and no skeleton.”
“······.”
You’re making a stupid analogy.
Leon muttered to himself.
“There are so many things I can do, but I tried everything, but somehow it felt sloppy and clumsy. There are too many changes while using a sword. Of course, if you’re around my age, you can do that, but not you.”
“Hmm.”
Leon knew one such guy.
Billy.
This guy takes out the sword he wants to use whenever he wants. This may be because we instinctively make the optimal move for each situation.
In fact, Billy’s talent was higher than Berghoff’s and he had the strongest world view, so it was possible.
In conclusion, this ability is too much for Leon.
Leon took Bergoff’s advice to heart.
I felt strange about receiving talent and training from the devil, but it was a good thing.
Leon, who was nodding his head, suddenly asked a question he was curious about.
“The white robes who just died over there. “Where are they from?”
“······There is a lot of greed. “Why do I have to answer every single one of your questions?”
Bergov, who had been talking well, suddenly burst out.
“Tsk.”
Leon clicked his tongue openly.
“Here.”
Swish-
He took out a spirit stone from his subspace pocket and threw it over the crack. It contained the souls of people who had filled in the gaps between them.
“······Humm. “It’s a worthy reward.”
Bergoff’s frown, which had narrowed significantly, became stark.
“These guys are Patsira’s henchmen.”
“Are they parts?”
“Dora is a bastard who ascended to the devil with a lowly weapon. He has a tendency to teach shallow martial arts to the soldiers I collect. “He even imitates a monk.”
The devil of the path, Partsira.
It looks like he was able to use his Suhara sword well. Belger also seems to be a demon who was a high-ranking member of their organization.
Then, are the activities of the blood donation group the work of Patsira?
‘Well.’
Leon said no.
It was too big for a single devil to commit by himself.
If the devil’s sole force can rise to this level, it would be right for Middle-earth to become the devil’s food.
Leon muttered.
“Then that Patsira is someone else’s subordinate. If you want to have a devil as your subordinate, the only one you can have is the Great Devil…”
After encountering the minions of Balkansus in Siruntel Demon World the other day, Leon had done some research on the great devils.
Although information about demons is extremely rare and controlled by the cult and the imperial family.
A certain amount of information was released about big names like the Great Devils. There was also the virtue of Leon’s high status.
Leon was looking through his memories.
“······Fear. “Is this the feared arch-demon Kryptos?”
Naturally, a name came to mind.
The fear that the blood donation group has always emphasized and used. Kryptos was an archvillain very well associated with this.
“Yes.”
“As expected.”
Leon realized one more thing here.
The reason Balcansus’ subordinates came to visit last time was probably because Magias was Balkansus’ subordinate. Like the relationship between Patsira and Kryptos.
‘So now I’ve been taken by two great devils?’
The moment Leon’s expression became strange, Bergov spoke.
“Go ahead. “If you don’t meet my expectations next time, I will let my sword take a look inside your body.”
Paaat!
His new form disappeared as if it had been teleported.
“That crazy guy, that.”
What was so urgent? Bergoff disappeared without answering, just like last time.
Aria, who was quietly waiting behind, spoke.
“I felt it last time too, but there’s something about it… You’re kind even though you’re grumbling.”
Leon shook his head.
“f*ck, the muscular man is a tsundere…”
It was truly terrible.
* · * *
A few minutes later.
“Did you go?! You went?! In that short period of time?! Nonsense!”
Hera grabbed Leon’s shoulder and shook him wildly. Leon’s head shook back and forth violently.
“Little brother! Call me again! Please!”
“How can I call that guy out…”
“Weren’t we close? “Do it anyway!”
Leon sighed as he watched Hera throwing a tantrum like a child.
Hera seems to have been very interested in the existence of the Sword Demon. The fact that Leon had any interaction with such a devil was an afterthought.
Hera whined for another 5 minutes before calming down.
“Well, what is it? Belger? “Are you sure you caught him?”
Hera’s lips popped out at the question Leon asked.
“······You really lost a lot of face today. Isn’t it obvious? Well, maybe it was because of the side effects of the medicine, but my body fell apart while I was fighting.”
Hera, who had been hesitating, suddenly brightened her eyes and drew her sword.
“Hmm, good.”
“······!”
Leon, this b*tch has finally shown her true colors! I raised my hand to the sword, but that wasn’t it.
“There’s a chance to make up for it.”
She walked briskly in front of her crack.
Beyond the crack, it was desolate.
Originally, demonic beasts should have poured out in droves from the Demonic Gate, but Bergoff left after shedding his demonic energy.
Leon and Aria, realizing what Hera was trying to do, took a quick step back.
“Take a good look.”
Hera chanted, her two swords dangling as she stood tall. And she closed her eyes, as if trying to concentrate.
“······.”
A heavy silence fell.
There was a quiet silence.
There were no loud omens.
Hera was sinking into her own world.
The microcosm within her began to move.
“······.”
Leon watched her, even holding her breath.
Closing her demonic realm.
Sealing the passage between dimensions.
How can a mere human being do that?
And that too, alone, holding a primitive tool called a knife.
I couldn’t imagine it easily.
However, the Master was such a being.
Superhumans who broke the limits of species.
Beyond common sense and understanding.
Even the providence and truth of the world have been changed.
Music people who have stepped into the realm of the transcendent.
Tuk, tuduk-
The dark clouds that Leon had disturbed are rolling in again.
Raindrops crawled out and timidly tapped the messy floor of the square.
The warmth radiating from the dead animals cooled, and the blood began to thin.
Moisture formed on Aria’s long eyelashes.
Water droplets fell along the scar on Leon’s cheek.
Bright!
It was then that Hera’s eyes opened.
Song of Sword and Death, Chorus.
What crosses life and death is a line.
How could this not be beautiful?
A beautiful solid line has been engraved on the world.
Kwajijijijijijijijik-!!!
Soon.
Her sword leaps through dimensions and laws.
A passage connected between Middle Earth and the Demon World.
—Cut.