The Immortal Genius Spearman - Chapter 125



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The Immortal Genius Spearman (125)
It was a desolate land.

The land, stained with blood from the war, was still red, and the houses and shops that people had touched were in shambles.

Hurrruk!

Flames rising from all sides.

Black smoke billowed across the sky like dark clouds, and dead bodies were carelessly thrown into the streets.

And at the center of it all is a man.

Damian looked around, holding the ordinary armor and spear that had been given to him for distribution.

‘Again… … Is this a dream?’

I haven’t had it for a while.

But that doesn’t mean I ever forgot this sight.

I swear, not once.

I thought back to that time every day and regretted it over and over again.

I will never go through the same thing again, I said through gritted teeth.

But then.

Swaaaak!

Suddenly, darkness surged forward and swallowed Damian in an instant.

Damien, trapped in the darkness, frowned and looked ahead.

And a face taking shape in the darkness, blood red.

Although it was blurry, the face was clearly recognizable.

“… … you.”

Damien clenched his teeth.

How many of this guy’s subordinates have died, and he himself has met death.

Memories of that time.

Damien looked up at the guy, his eyes filled with memories of shame and despair he would never forget.

“I’ll kill you… … I’ll kill you at all costs!”

Damien’s eyes turned red with an evil scream.

Damien’s eyes turned red and the blood vessels in his eyes burst due to his anger, making him look like a demon. And.

Phew!

Unlike before, Damian is now able to use his magic freely.

A crimson light of hatred flashed through his window and rushed towards the guy.

But the moment he swings his sword.

Swaaaak!

Black evil spirits scattered along his sword and began to bite and devour Damien’s body.

“Eww!”

Damien jumped up from his seat with a loud scream and rolled on the floor before getting up and looking around.

“Ugh… … Ugh… … Ugh… … .”

Sweat was pouring down like rain, and he was panting and breathing heavily.

‘… …here.’

The darkness from a moment ago was nowhere to be seen, and the sight of an unfamiliar house was visible.

No, this place is… … .

“What dream did you have that makes such a fuss?”

Damian turned his gaze to the man who entered the room holding a teacup.

Blonde hair.

Deep eyes that seem to see right through people.

It was Heinel.

“… … I feel like I had a nightmare.”

“I see. Would you like a cold glass of water?”

“thank you.”

Heinel held the glass of water in one hand and handed it over to Damien.

After a while, Damien drank some water and looked at Heinel while taking a deep breath.

A look of curiosity.

Heinel chuckled.

“Do you want to ask what happened?”

“……yes.”

Sparring with Heinel.

Clearly his attack was perfect.

Even knights with some level of… no, advanced swordsmanship were unable to block his attacks.

But Heinel blocked his attack right away.

No, that wasn’t the end.

‘… … I clearly saw it.’

The direction and angle of the sword he swings.

I had a complete grasp of where they were aiming.

‘I couldn’t avoid it.’

I saw it, but my body didn’t react.

Without any room to defend.

Heinel chuckled.

“There’s no need to make such a complicated expression. That in itself is a great thing in its current state.”

“What… … do you mean?”

Heinel smiled faintly at Damian’s question.

What should I say?

I wondered if there was anyone I had ever been this interested in.

Even if you look at the kingdom, or even the entire continent, how many people can you find who have reached this level at this age?

‘Is this what natural talent is? Or… … .’

Could there be another reason?

Heinel’s eyes looking at Damian were filled with a variety of complex thoughts.

And then Heinel said:

“Do you think the Auror Master is special?”

“yes.”

Damien answered without a moment’s hesitation.

I haven’t seen much of the Auror Master.

However, having experienced two people in his past life, ‘that’ who had driven himself and his unit to death, and Heinel right in front of him, he was able to be certain.

Auror Masters have something more than just ordinary knights.

Heinel nodded at Damian’s answer.

“That’s right, they’re different. They can’t be the same. But then, what do you think is different?”

“Isn’t it different just because you have a special power called Aura?”

Damian recalled the aura that Heinel had been emitting.

A fear that cannot be dared to be approached.

He knew that whatever he did would be useless in the face of that awe-inspiring power.

But Heinel shook his head.

“The Auror Master’s ability does not end with simply using the powerful technique called Auror.”

He let out a small sigh, as if the explanation was a little difficult.

“Hmm… … How should I explain this?”

“… … ?”

What on earth are you trying to say that makes you worry like this?

Heinel seemed to be thinking about something for a while, but then…

“There is an ordinary person. A trained person. Let’s put his level of power at this level.”

He opened his palm and placed it in the air. Then he opened his palm higher than that.

“And this is said to be the level where there are generally trained armed forces.”

Considering the gap between a civilian and an armed person, the gap between the palms wasn’t that big, but it was noticeable enough.

“Let me ask you. If I were to tell you the difference between a commoner and a warrior, would it simply be that the warrior has learned swordsmanship?”

“no.”

Damian said.

This question could be answered with certainty.

“It’s not just the swordsmanship, but also the difference in strength, agility, and experience that comes from training. Basically, the difference in level is bound to be obvious.”

“That’s a good explanation. I think that’s the most appropriate word. The difference in ‘level’.”

Heinel nodded. And then he continued speaking.

“There is a difference in ‘level’ between someone who has reached the level of an Aura Master and a common warrior. To be exact… I think it would be better to say ‘rank.’”

“… … What is the rank?”

Heinel nodded at Damian’s question.

“Just as ordinary people can’t even react to the attacks of the armed men, it’s not easy for ordinary armed men to react to the movements of the Auror Master. In order to fight on equal terms, it’s a priority to remove the Auror and get in line.”

“… … .”

That’s a difficult word.

But I could vaguely understand what he was saying.

When Damien made a face that seemed to show some understanding, Heinel sat down in the chair opposite him and drank the tea he had brought.

The warmth that warmed my body and the subtle scent that permeated my nostrils felt like it was clearing my head.

“… … .”

Heinel looked at Damien.

Silently, just waiting to see what decision his current thoughts would lead to.

It was just something trivial, but it was really interesting.

And Philip, who had been serving Heinel for a long time, could not hide his bewildered expression at the sight of Heinel like that.

‘You are the type of person who rarely shows interest in other people… … .’

I never thought that someone like that would watch other people with such interest.

Before he knew it, a pleased smile appeared on Philip’s lips.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Heinel like this.

He has been guarding the kingdom alone, refraining from meeting other people as much as possible.

Within the Baroque kingdom, one’s actions were a topic of conversation, and one’s very existence was a life that attracted attention.

As a result, every single movement was inevitably linked to a political aspect.

When Heinel meets someone, he is plotting something. Which side is he on?

Because there have been countless stories like this.

So naturally, Heinel had no choice but to be very careful when meeting people.

But now it was different.

‘A new… … one who can become a promising candidate for the kingdom.’

The eyes that had been filled with worry up until now were nowhere to be seen.

and.

“… … Phew, that’s difficult.”

Damien said, letting out a small breath.

Heinel looked at Damien and said.

“You don’t have to think too hard about it. Honestly, at your age, this level of accomplishment is ridiculous.”

Then Heinel stood up from his seat.

“So, are you done with your business of meeting me?”

“… … Of course not. I know it’s shameless, but could I ask for your help?”

“It’s impossible to handle Aura right now. In order to handle Aura, you need to first reach a certain level.”

“I’ll do anything you tell me. Just tell me the way.”

Damien said with an earnest look in his eyes.

Now, it seems like I’ve found a clue, but that alone doesn’t allow me to take another step forward.

‘It’s… it’s…’

Damien could tell instinctively.

This very moment could be another turning point in your new life.

Heinel Fremund, the First Auror Master of the Baroque Kingdom.

An era of peace.

The stupid kingdom was only engaging in a meaningless war of attrition by dragging such a guardian deity into a political fight.

It’s just that his presence is fading away as he gets caught up in those idiots, but if you look at his skills objectively…

‘He has a strength that is comparable to that of any Auror Master in the Empire.’

Heinel was exactly that kind of person.

That’s why I wanted to continue this precious meeting somehow.

Of course, it would be possible if he agreed… … .

and.

“Good, but there is one condition.”

“……yes?”

“Can’t you just tell me for free?”

A small smile appeared on Heinel’s lips.

As if it were that of a playful child.

Damian looked at Heinel with a puzzled expression.

Surely he won’t ask for money.

“What are the conditions…?”

“Hehe, that’s simple.”

Heinel’s conditions.

Damien’s expression hardened upon hearing his conditions.

* * *

Kiaren couldn’t hide his bewildered expression as he looked at the letter from Leonhark.

“Duke Heinel sent an invitation to Damian?”

“Yes.”

Edman nodded.

In fact, Edmund was also quite surprised.

This is because it is quite difficult to meet the Duke of Heinel unless it is a special greeting.

Moreover, it made no sense for a young boy who was now a boss to meet Heinel.

but.

“But… …what does this mean?”

It was surprising that Heinel had met Damian, but what was written after the middle of the letter surprised Kiaren even more.

Edman asked him.

“What does it say?”

“I heard that Duke Heinel made a bet with Damian, and that he won’t send him back to the unit until the bet is settled.”

“… … Yes? What do you mean?”

Edman made a bewildered expression.

How could he, at the pinnacle of nothingness, make a bet with a mere 15-year-old boy?

I was curious about the content of the bet, but the act of making a bet itself was questionable.

But at Edman’s question, Kiaren let out a small sigh.

It’s been a month now.

I was planning to move them as soon as the Kion Forces were almost fully assembled… … .

“What on earth are you thinking?”

Kiaren could only sigh at his incomprehensible intentions.

And at the same time.

“Is this all there is to it?”

“Whoaap!”

Damian was swinging his spear at Heinel with a killing intent.