To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Episode 271 Celestia’s Courtship (2)

The title of a family of swords is not something you can get for free.

It is a title that can barely be heard until it has been recognized as a master swordsman for a long time and is recognized by everyone.

As such, the family of Marquis Merhen, who was called the master of the sword in the Kingdom of Silia, was quite proud.

The Marquis of Marchen was suffering from one worry because of that.

That was what his grandson was so proud of.

Those who practice swords should be most wary of conceit.

He always talked to his grandson, but he pretended to listen and nothing changed.

That little pride soon became a solid wall, hindering his achievements.

Marquis Marquis sighed and muttered.

“You will be able to break that wall only when you realize that there is a sky above the sky.”

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Moros, the third grandson of Marquis Merchen, raised the family’s honor with his outstanding talents.

His swordsmanship was so fierce that even rumors circulated that he could not find an opponent in the same age group as Zeke of Gaia.

He was also trained on the magic circle where the Marquis of Marchen guided him and concentrated mana.

It was only natural that the achievements would go up in leaps and bounds.

He first grabbed a sword at the age of 4 and became an Aura user when he was over 15.

And the present, reaching twenty.

Moros was on the verge of becoming an advanced Aura user.

As a result, he, who was only the third grandson, surpassed the son of the marquis, to the extent that he was chosen as the successor.

At this level, it is unavoidable that pride creeps up.

Moros, who has a gentle nature but has reached an excessively high level for his age, has become a mass of self-love and pride.

As a result, the wall of a state that had not been visited before came before my eyes.

It was only natural for him to lose his will for a moment, having grown accustomed to wielding a sword and becoming stronger.

Following his grandfather, the Marquis Marchen, he came to Viscount Gade for entertainment and looked at the nobles around him.

The children are begging to flirt with the girls somehow, and the girls secretly seem to enjoy such restraints.

Seeing them like that makes me feel ashamed of myself for trying to train hard.

Even more so now that I am blocked by a wall.

When you try to fall into weak thoughts.

Moros sighed and shook his head.

“To think that nobles are busy trying to win the favor of the opposite sex without thinking about developing their own abilities. Even for a moment, I feel sorry for myself.”

He controls his mind by placing his hand on the sword bottle at his waist.

It is a habit that has been acquired in the body since childhood.

When he left the garden and headed towards the gymnasium, there were passengers who were already seated there.

A faded robe with a white mask.

One tree branch that can be seen at a glance through the waistband looks quite unique.

If it was a gymnasium of aristocratic families, it would be under the close watch of the knights.

He wouldn’t be a tolerable nobleman to the extent of breaking through and lying here.

Strangely feeling strange, Moros spoke to him lying down.

“What are you doing in a place like this?”

Waking up, he tilts his head slightly and then looks at Moros once.

He yawns once and speaks.

“I am resting my exhausted body from training so far.”

Certainly, Aira had given her training that a human would never think of or do.

If you look at it that way, it’s not wrong.

Moros nodded in agreement.

“Right. But it’s not nice to see everyone sleeping in the training hall.”

“He said there is something to be learned from any position. Even if it’s just someone else sleeping, if someone in need sees it, it’ll be worth the money.”

As if oiled, the mouth moves quite freely.

Even though it was a flimsy excuse, Moros did not listen to it.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded his head with a smile.

“You are right. My teacher also said don’t forget to always learn. No matter where you sleep, I won’t say anything more.”

“You have a very good teacher.”

Moros, who nodded at Ray’s words, drew his sword from his waist.

It is a famous sword worthy of admiration when you see the straight blade and not thin thickness.

Moros grinned as he lay there and looked at him curiously.

Moros, who was accustomed to holding a sword bottle, began slowly embroidering his sword in the air.

Originally, nobles are quite conscious of other people’s eyes when training.

This is because I do not want to leak the family season that I have cherished in any way.

That’s why I tend to refrain from swinging my sword when someone is watching.

Moros also usually does not show off his swordsmanship in front of others.

But the overflowing arrogance did not stand still.

‘ha ha ha. If you look at my swordsmanship, you won’t be able to lie down anymore.’

Wanting to surprise me, I deliberately drew my sword.

Until now, there was no one who did not admire his sword dance.

The eyes of him lying down will also widen.

Moros, who had been slowly swinging the sword as if feeling it, put strength into the back of the sword.

Then, his sword dance, which started softly, gradually increased in speed.

The sword that flowed like a calm wind soon became a typhoon.

Before the sword strike disappeared, the sword came out again, and its speed was like a protection.

‘How is it!’

When Moros glanced at him, he was still staring at his sword dance as if possessed.

I felt better when I received the longing gaze.

As much as I felt better, I unfolded more colorful swordsmen.

Now, the swordsman’s speed has reached the point where you can’t even dare to follow it with your eyes.

For a long time, the essence of the Marquis Marchen melted into the swordsmanship unfolded.

Moros was now admiring himself.

It is a sword dance that is not lacking even if you see it yourself.

His sword dance came to an end with the action of cutting horizontally.

Moros, who had been sweating profusely, looked at Ray with a confident expression.

“How was it? I don’t know if it’s a sword dance worthy of knowledge.”

‘If your eyes aren’t gnarled, you’ll know how high-level swordsmanship this is.’

Push your chest out and keep your back straight.

It means to give a quick compliment.

Contrary to his thoughts, however, Ray was frowning while watching Moros’ sword dance.

‘You wield a sword with a very moderate heating. It’s only the speed, but there’s nothing to see.’

It’s absurd how much you want praise after wielding something like that as a swordsmanship.

Shouldn’t it be a situation where praise should be given?

Ray pondered for a while, then laid down and instructed him around.

“There is too much energy in the body. That’s why I’m tired of sweating so much in one sword dance. The speed is quite good, but overall there is no power. The position of the elbow is also awkward, so there’s no way the force can be applied properly.”

Moros’s expression hardened at once at the point that he could almost think he was insulted.

He wanted admiration, not intellectual quality.

In addition, it makes me feel even more upset when someone who seems to be at a much lower level than me speaks.

“Can I ask for a lesson?”

‘Let’s see how well you do’ and lowered his head, and Ray raised his lying body.

My body was sore from lying down for a long time.

He pulled a twig from his waistband.

An unsightly twig came out of his hand, and Moros laughed at it.

“You can’t even have a proper sword while teaching. Surprisingly.”

It’s obviously sarcastic.

Hana Rei swung her sword a few times as if it didn’t matter.

To him, the existence of a sword had no particular meaning.

I have already learned how to forge a sword in my heart, so what will change if I hold a famous sword in my hand?

Ray, holding a tree branch in his hand, moved very slowly.

It was a movement that seemed powerless even at a glance, but Moros’s sense of humor as he watched it wriggled slightly.

‘The appearance of imitating is quite good.’

The tree branches that seem to gently embrace the surroundings slowly begin to speed up.

Then the son-in-law was filled with the sword wind he created.

Unlike Moros’s swordsmanship, which was only propelled here and there, one of his twigs covered the front and rear sides and occupied the space.

That wasn’t the end.

The sword was gaining more speed than before.

Before the afterimage of the sword disappears, it splits open and a new sword emerges.

The cut afterimages were scattered piece by piece.

Viewed from a distance, it can be mistaken for a light fog.

Moros’ eyes, which had been hardened, lifted as if they would tear.

Ray’s sword dance came to an end with the finishing move of drawing a horizontal line.

It is an overly splendid sword to say that it was only spread out with tree branches.

The dazed Moros soon came to his senses and screamed.

“An afterimage like fog! It is our family swordsmanship!”

Moros, who had lost his family’s vision with just one sword dance, looked at him with astonished eyes.

‘I used the swordsmanship I saw for the first time as if I were familiar with it. This guy… No, this guy is real.’

It is unfair that the vision was taken away, but it can not be helped.

Who would have thought that he would steal the swordsmanship he had seen once!

Moros laughed as he looked down at his calloused hands.

‘…There must have been a sky above the sky.’

Moros, unlike before, politely approached Ray while he was inserting a twig into his waist.

“Your eyes are really good. In fact, I don’t know what to say with my mouth, but my talent is more than others. In the meantime, I have been conceited and have not taken care of my own problems, so this can also be said to be reaping the seeds sown.”

“Everyone lives with problems. Now that I know it, it would be nice if I could fix it.”

Moros laughed as if he was embarrassed at his words that did not bruise him but instead embraced him.

“ha ha ha. Thank you for saying that.”

Now he was quite pleased with Ray.

Even though he was a talented person who far surpassed himself, he showed no sign of conceit.

By looking at him, I was able to have a heart to know and fix my own problems, so even if I was a benefactor, I could not be inferior.

He also had one more intention.

‘Anyone of this level must be a son of a prestigious aristocratic family. We, the Marquis of Marchen, are also a family that is second to none in the kingdom of Silia, so if the families of each other merge, it will shine even more.’

Moros had a talent for swordsmanship, but he also showed excellent skills in politics.

That is why, as the third grandson, he was able to become the successor to the Marquis family of Marchen.