Woke up as a Worthless Swordsmanship Genius

Episode 105

The monsters of the North began to gather in one place.

As if on alert for something, it spins around in one place and makes a strange howling noise.

Occasionally, there were monsters that went inside, but the monsters that went in always screamed and never came out again.

“That monster called Ahar has disappeared.”

“Live?”

“yes. And they said a man I hadn’t seen was wandering around the North. But that man wasn’t usually strong. He rips off the head of a troll with his bare hands and even marauders run away when they encounter him.”

Aharda.

As soon as I heard it, he immediately came to mind.

The only person left in the North now, much less Ahar, is the only person who can pull out a troll’s head with his bare hands.

Taurine is excluded.

She was a woman and what William was talking about was a man.

‘It’s too late for me to come to my senses.’

I guess being attacked by a hatchling this time was such a big shock.

It’s not something I care much about.

“Watch that man more closely. Because he’s an important guy.”

“I will.”

“So what’s the worse news?”

“Oh, that’s it…”

A shadow appeared on his face.

He pulled his face forward as if this story was true.

He pulled his face closer to me and carefully opened his mouth.

“Wangseong is very noisy right now. “There’s war and all, and there’s also implicit talk of empire.”

I think I’ve said this before.

As I was frowning, I added that he wasn’t finished yet.

“And there are rumors that one of the royals has close ties to the Empire. This isn’t accurate. I also hear that one of them is plotting to ascend to the throne along with the empire.”

Oh this is accurate.

In fact, two princes among the royal families are in contact with the empire to obtain the throne.

Since this was also mentioned in the novel, I was able to see how excellent his information network was in this aspect.

“That’s for sure…”

“I guess this is enough to pay for the meal, right?”

He looked at me carefully.

He looks like he really likes the mansion I gave him.

So much so that I worried what would happen if they took it back from me.

“uh. “Please continue to do more than that.”

“All right.”

William nodded with a proud smile.

“It’s over, right?”

“yes. That’s it.”

He waved both his hands.

“okay. Good luck then.”

“good bye!”

The sound of his subordinates sending off was heard along with William’s voice.

I left their greetings behind and returned home.

After William came, my daily life became even busier.

I spar with the mercenary king, do what the count tells me to do, and spar with the mercenary king again.

The beginning and end of my day was filled with sparring with the mercenary king.

“As expected, he is the successor I have chosen! “Your skills are improving day by day!”

If you grow up and get beaten up, you can say that you are growing.

‘But it’s definitely getting better.’

At first, it was difficult to even block, but now I can see some movement and dodge properly.

“Let’s speed things up a bit!”

Even that was something the mercenary king was looking after.

Still, I could feel that I was getting stronger, so I didn’t feel that bad just because I was hit.

Because I even beat him in the first sparring.

“That’s all for today.”

“Huh…!”

As soon as the mercenary king finished speaking, he collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

The mercenary king sitting in front of me asked, squinting at the sword resting on my thigh.

“That sword must have been really well made. Was it made out of amantanium? no. “You take Aurors too well to say that.”

The sword I got was so hard that even people who used fists were interested in it.

So much so that even the fist of the mercenary king, who was covered in a lot of aura, did not make the slightest scratch.

“It’s strange. A sword of that caliber might have a name. “Did you say you got it from the North?”

“yes.”

“If it’s the North… I can only say it was made by dwarves.”

The Mercenary King took my sword and looked at it closely.

The strength of the sword, elasticity, etc.

After experimenting in every way, he continued to exclaim in exclamation.

“I can be sure of this. “It’s the best weapon I’ve ever seen.”

In the end, he even said that this sword was the best sword in existence.

Even though it was my sword, I wasn’t very impressed.

Because I know that, I gained it through hard work in the North.

The main character doesn’t just carry that sword for no reason.

“But are you okay?”

“huh? what?”

“That sword.”

“Why the sword?”

He tilted his head and looked at me.

At that, I had no choice but to harden my complexion.

No one can touch that sword except its owner.

I didn’t shed blood to get that sword for nothing.

It is said that if someone other than the owner touches it, its mana and aura will be taken away, making it unbearable.

So I never let Mahol or Ellis touch it.

‘Are you saying reality is different?’

You can’t just trust novels unconditionally.

As the main character’s actions are different from the novel, this may also be different from the novel.

In reality, it may not matter if someone else touches it.

“Hey. This is so well made that I want it. Hmm…”

He looked at the sword and muttered, ‘It’s too bad it doesn’t have a name.’

I wondered if I should do something like that when the owner said he had nothing to do with it.

If I had to give it a name, I couldn’t think of anything other than ‘the hero’s sword’.

For more than half of the novel, the main character only used this sword and had no name.

Ahar was unable to find out his name while using the sword for such a long time.

There is no way I can find what Ahar couldn’t find either.

“uh…? What is this?”

But the Mercenary King seems to be a little different.

He looked at Pummel, who was examining the sword here and there, and his eyes sparkled.

“What’s written here? Um… where… unknown… name? Ah, unknown! “Oh, unknown?”

I was happy, but then I took the sword from him who was dazed again.

And when I looked at the pummel, there was definitely writing written on it.

But what does this say?

The letters looked like Arabic, so I couldn’t read them.

‘The mercenary king read this?’

I couldn’t believe that the mercenary king, a symbol of ignorance, had read these words.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“no.”

Yes, people should have organs like this.

I tried to ignore him and shifted my gaze to the sword.

“It’s nameless, nameless… nameless.”

When the protagonist of most novels obtains a sword, the name of the sword is unknown.

Especially in martial arts novels.

Perhaps because the name Moo-myeong was so attractive, I often used that name.

‘I never thought I’d get that.’

The name Mumyeong is cool, though.

It was a name I heard so commonly that it didn’t seem like a good thing.

“Thanks to you, I was able to find out the name of the sword. thank you.”

“If I say thank you for something like this, will life be difficult? “Just say so and pass it on.”

“All right.”

After talking and getting some rest, the throbbing pain lessened.

“Then I will go.”

“Well, why don’t we do it again?”

“yes. “I want to rest now.”

“Well, it’s not good to overwork your body.”

No, why is this guy like this from earlier?

These were not words that should come out of the mouth of someone who thinks that overworking one’s body is the best.

“Raymond. Are you finished?”

“Ah yes.”

The princess who had been watching from afar approached.

“Take some of this. “You must be thirsty.”

“ah. “I am so indebted to the princess.”

The mercenary king stole the water bottle that was handed to me.

I laughed heartily, opened the lid, and took a swig….

Fuuuut –

I drank it and then spit it out.

Yellow liquid soaked the ground.

“Kolok kolok. What is this!”

“Oh, that’s Lokni tea.”

“Loknitsa? “What is that?”

“That…”

The princess wiggled her fingers for a moment and then said in a low voice.

“It’s a good car for a man.”

“….”

The mercenary king, who was trying to shake off the remaining tea on his tongue, stopped.

Then he turned his stiff head and looked back and forth between the princess and the water bucket.

“Is this what you mean?”

“yes. “They say it’s very good for men.”

“Oh sir. “What a waste!”

He swallowed the contents of the bucket with the force of sucking up the water that had fallen on the floor.

‘Why are you giving that to me?’

Even if you need a mercenary king as he gets older, he doesn’t need me.

I’m still in my prime.

It’s not like I need to eat something like that.

“I will go.”

“Oh yeah. rest well!”

The mercenary king seemed to be satisfied with the car and sent me off in a good mood.

“ah. “Hey…”

“Yes?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“yes. “As for the car… I’ll just take my heart.”

“Yes…”

The princess followed me with a regretful look.

If things continued like this, it seemed like they would follow me to the room.

“Are you still going to follow me?”

“Oh no. rest.”

She bowed her head to me and quickly walked back.

“I’m tired…”

When I entered the room, I immediately ran to the bed and threw myself on it.

The soft and cozy feel of the bed enveloped me.

“….”

I was lying still on the bed.

It would be nice to sleep like this.

‘Why won’t you leave me alone like this?’

I felt a presence in the corner of the room that shouldn’t have been there.

Could it be that the presence of a highly trained assassin has arrived?

“Whoa…”

I sighed and got up from the bed.

I pulled out my sword without looking in the direction where I felt the presence.

Then he took out a cloth and wiped the surface of the sword.

Ssuk suk.

Now what should we do?

Is it because I drew my sword or is he waiting until I sleep?

There was no significant movement other than the presence I felt at first.

“Hmm…”

I put the cloth down on the floor and walked towards where I could feel the presence.

As I walked, I wondered what to do.

It would be good to subdue him without causing blood to splatter.

‘I’m not feeling well right now.’

I had just finished sparring and couldn’t show my full skills.

Just shaking my arms up and down gave me muscle pain.

“hey.”

I aimed my sword at the corner.

Something was constantly writhing in the shadows.

Even though I called him out, he didn’t respond.

“What are you. “What is it in my room?”

He extended his sword.

The sword, which was stretched out enough to touch, touched the guy.

I felt a squishy texture along the sword.

-it hurts!

Then something screamed and jumped out of the corner and landed on the bed.

“what?”

The speed didn’t seem too fast.

-too much. I’m out now.

‘It’ was shaking on the bed and talking to me.

-Why are you doing this to me? I’m sick. it’s tough. I want to rest.

Curled up in the softest spot on the bed, ‘it’ stared at me.

-I’m sick. Are you going to hurt me?

‘It’ kept talking to me.

“…Why are you here?”

‘It’ looks up at me with big, teary eyes.

He even shed tears, telling her not to bother him.

-I got out. I missed you. Didn’t you miss me?

I couldn’t hide my dazed feelings.

-You don’t like me?

The hatchling, who had disappeared as soon as he returned to the count’s house, came back having learned a strange way of speaking.