Volume 2 Chapter 24 Quest： Azrael’s Pursuer I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Eastern man continued.
”Among the 4 techniques of Azrael’s Dance Swordsmanship, this is the secret art that lies at the pinnacle of the ‘Leap’ system! What kind of technique is it? Well, you’ll see for yourself right now! …Hey, Rachid?”
”────”
The brown-skinned, fat man called Rachid stepped forward, shaking his bushy beard.
He was shorter than Renaud, but broader.
The knight who could become a dragon had a body that was tightly toned, making Rachid’s bulk seem even more pronounced in comparison.
In reality, he was well within the range of being muscular.
”We’re going to show you the technique now!”
”Go away, it’s danger!”
The fat man said in broken words as he drew a huge curved sword shaped like a crescent moon from his waist.
A scream rose from the crowd, and the circle around the two performers widened.
”It might be fast and hard to see, so I’m going to color it with fire now!”
The Eastern man shouted, turning to the Azraelian giant.
”Understoood!”
The giant nodded, took a mouthful of oil, and blew it onto the blade.
The Eastern man brought a spark close.
In an instant, the huge curved sword’s blade ignited with a roar.
It was a flaming curved sword.
Kian thought it was undeniably cool.
Wearing a black ‘Nightshade’ coat, he wanted to proudly pose with that sword in both hands──he thought so with pure feelings.
(It probably wouldn’t be useful unless I was fighting a wraith. But it looks cool, so I want to try it too. If I do it in the Pigfoot family’s courtyard, it shouldn’t be visible from the street, so maybe I can do it secretly at night…)
As he was thinking about such things, the Eastern man moved away from his Azraelian partner.
”Here we go!”
”I go! I go! Hoo!”
The fat man gathered strength in his knees and floated lightly into the air.
”Uraaaah!”
In mid-air, the fat man spun around, and the flaming curved sword was wielded at an incredible speed.
While ordinary people might not notice, Kian, who possessed strength far beyond normal human perception, saw the tip of the curved sword graze over the two tents separated by the path.
A large torch about 50 cm in size was attached to the top of each tent, and the cloth part of the tent seemed to be soaked with plenty of fuel, so it caught the flame and burst into flames.
The audience pointed at the 4 torches that suddenly ignited on top of the tents and erupted in cheers.
”Whoa!” “Amazing! Incredible, warrior monk!” “So this is what an Azrael warrior monk can do!” “The secret technique… so cool!”
”Wow, did you see that, Christy! It’s amazing! Whoosh! Four flames just lit up all at once!”
Maribel was excitedly bouncing on Christy’s shoulder.
Christy shouted back while holding her knees down.
”Hey, stop squirming! It’s dangerous!”
”Ah… I’m sorry…”
”It’s fine, but… are you satisfied? Can I put you down now?”
”Yes. Thank you! I love you, Christy!”
”Right. You’re heavy, so no more being spoiled, okay?”
”Of course!”
Maribel nodded with a smile.
From this angle, she looked like an appropriate young girl for her age.
Meanwhile, in front of the crowd, the Eastern man was raising his voice again.
”This is the secret technique ‘Thunder’! A great move that allows you to move almost an entire distance in one leap and slash away! No matter how surrounded you are by enemies, with this, you can wipe them all out in a single leap!”
”Thank you! Thank you!”
The big man laughed while extinguishing the flames.
(It was indeed an impressive sword technique. That fat man must be quite a skilled swordsman. But…)
’That can’t be a secret technique.’
The voice of ‘glasses’ was filled with disbelief.
’That is just a regular sword technique. It can be easily replicated without using magic power. It is completely different from the secret technique ‘Thunder’.’
(…Do you even know what a secret technique is? I didn’t even know the name of a secret technique to begin with.)
When Kian asked suspiciously, ‘glasses’ suddenly fell silent.
After spending some time together, he could tell.
This was the silence of ‘glasses’ when she realized she had misspoken, thinking, “Oh no…”
’…In the past.’
(In the past?)
’In the past, I only saw it once. The 4th secret technique of Azrael, ‘Thunder’.’
(I feel like you were pretending not to know even the basic techniques of Azrael when we first met?)
’I just blanked out for a moment. …Yeah, it was because I just regained consciousness after a long time.’
(Hmm…)
’Glasses’s secret wasn’t something new, but it was surprising to learn she knews about the vampire’s magic and Azrael’s secret blade as well.
At the same time, despite having unwittingly started to lower her guard recently, he reminded herself anew that ‘glasses’ was an untrustworthy entity──not a person, but an object.
There was something about her that indicated she was using Kian for her own purposes.
She must never view him as a comrade like Serena.
Trusting her enough to pour magic power into her was out of the question.
(Glasses, I thought you might be the same type of person as me, but… I hoped there would come a day when we could truly trust each other.)
’By that time… perhaps you will not have any enemies left. You truly are a wicked, merciless, bloodthirsty warrior.’
”────”
He grimaced at the words of ‘glasses.’
He wanted to retort that he wasn’t bloodthirsty at all──just then, he suddenly felt a prickling sensation of killing intent at his neck.
Quickly raising his face, he saw a pair consisting of an Eastern person and an Azraelian looking right at him from beyond the crowd.
(What is it?)
”────”
”……”
It wasn’t just a coincidence that their eyes met.
The Eastern person and the Azraelian were clearly looking at him.
To put it another way, if Kian’s senses were correct, they were glaring at him.
(My acquaintance…? No, that’s not it. This is──)
Kian squints his eyes and follow their gaze exactly.
The two showmen were directing their sharp, deadly gazes at the masked girl next to Kian.
It’s like the face of an assassin who has just found a target to kill.
It looks like it’s going to pounce on him any second now.
Maybe it’s because the crowd acts as a wall and the basket is holding the coins thrown in front of it.
Their sharp murderous intent was almost creepy, considering that they had been putting on a show with smiles on their faces just moments before.
”Your Excellency”
”──? What is it, Kian”
”Let’s leave. Now.”
”Huh?”
”Ms. Christy”
Kian pushes Maribel’s small back and calls out to the female magician.
”Teleportation spell… Prepare to open the gate!”
”Huh? Wait, I can’t do it right away. We need to move to a more spacious and calm place, or we might fail due to interference from the people around us… Hey, hey, where are you going suddenly?!”
”Leaving the town.”
He whispered softly while protecting Maribel.
The blonde princess with the mask seemed to sense danger from Kian’s demeanor and obediently followed.
However, Christy, who didn’t fully understand the situation, looked at them with a puzzled gaze.
Kian turned his gaze to the back.
Beyond the crowd, an Eastern man was whispering something to a fat Azraelian.
The fat man nodded his bearded face a few times, then looked up at the tent and signaled with his hand.
On top of the tents on both sides, several poorly dressed Azraelians, presumably his companions, were crouching.
They nodded at the fat man’s signal and glared at them with murderous intent.
”Run! Hurry!”
”Huh? You need to explain properly first──”
A sharp whooshing sound reached his ears.
Without thinking, Kian drew his wooden sword and leaped into the space behind Christy.
In the moment of his leap, he swung his wooden sword, deflecting a black, needle-like hidden weapon that flew through the air.
”Huh…?”
”We’re getting out of the market street onto the main street! First, to the guard’s station! Hurry!”
The shadow on top of the tent jumped like a monkey, and black needles kept flying towards them.
Kian precisely shot down the needles aimed at Maribel and dodged the rest by turning his body.
(It’s not just Maribel. I’m also being targeted. Ignore Christy. Are they after me because I’m her escort? Which faction are they from?)
”Christy, we’re running! Can you keep up?!”
”P-probably!”
”Go! Please go!”
Kian shot down another needle and started running while guarding Maribel’s back.
’Kian, if the enemy attacks from a distance…’
(Yes! I’ll use your power!)
”Wait!”
”────!”
A scream rose from the crowd.
In front of him, the fat man was kicking over the spice vendor’s tent, swinging his thick arms while pushing aside several onlookers.
In his hand, he gripped a scimitar with extinguished flames.
”Uraaaaah!”
”…!”
He rolled to the side to avoid the thrown object.
”Kian!”
From behind, Maribel’s scream echoed.
Kian,
”……”
tumbled onto the muddy ground to break his fall──.
As he got back up, he put on the ‘glasses’ that had been tucked away in his chest pocket.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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