Cursed Sword Master

"Dear Soujiro..."

Was it when the door to that room opened about five minutes after my physical sensation? It was almost at the same time I went out in the hallway and finished briefly explaining to Elio how we met and settled for sex warriors.

Coming out of the door, Sistina has a slightly blue-white face but maintains a Rin atmosphere.

"Holy Samurai Festival! Two!

"Rest assured, Lord Elio. The treatment worked. Show them your faces."

Seeing Sistina smiling with a grin, she overflowed with tears, Elio grabbed Sistina's hand and thanked her many times before taking Mr. Lanal and jumping into the room.... Do I only miss this once that I took Sistina's hand at will?

Even so, I don't have to worry about whether too good a man and a slave trader can form a business, but I'm sure Mr. Lanal and all the slaves who owe Mr. Ellio a debt of gratitude are making up for the tough part that Mr. Ellio lacks.

They're very different shapes, but they may look like us somehow.

Hey, I think it's time for the limit.

"Good day, Sistina"

I held Sistina in my arms, fluttered and swayed. I knew I had been pretty worn out since I came out of the room, but I guess I didn't want to look tired in front of Mr. Elio and the others.

"Thank you, sir"

I'll stroke your head with my left arm gently embracing Sistina, who leaks a relieved exhale in my chest.

"It was so bad that the Sith wore out so much..."

"Yes, basically this treatment wasn't a trauma, it was all a treatment in the body. The wounds on the hands and feet were already blocked by medicine, so tendon repair, vocal cord treatment, organ damage, so I recovered all of them from the outside, but this was surprisingly difficult..."

I'm sure it's many times harder to recover the invisible than to block the visible wound or produce the missing part.

Maybe, but as for the hand and foot wounds, it would have been less Sistina's wear and tear after I slashed them off once and then used the recovery technique. Though it would be hard to think of that as the quickest and most certain.

"Still, the guys who did it, the guys? cherry blossoms maybe a little unforgivable"

"Right. These are my daughters who have done so well as far as I can tell..."

Looks like the two of us finally relieved ourselves of the cherry blossoms and sunflowers by taking off the crisis. They've also been able to afford to say such noisy stupidity.

Talking about it, the door opened again and Mr. Lanal was invited inside because Mr. Elio was calling.

The unpleasant smell of death that had been able to stand in the room until just now had been completely removed. I get the illusion that it may be a mistake but it's also a little brighter in the room.

"Holy Samurai Festival! Thank you so, so much!

Elio, who was holding the hands of the two men who woke up physically in a bed on either side, rises and bows his head again. I bowed my head without wiping the marks of tears off the two of the beds. Is it because you don't have a real sense that your throat is healing, which was crushed?

"I can exercise my power, which is a contract samurai festival, because my Lord (or Lord) has recognized it. Thank you to my contractor, Mr. Souzillow."

Oh! Something's jumping on me. I'm sure that's what happens in public common sense, because we're basically free. It's kind of uncomfortable to be lifted like that.

"Oh! Sure. Exactly. Uh..................... no! This is very rude. I hadn't even asked for your name yet. If you will, what is your name, Lord of the Holy Samurai Festival?"

"No, don't be so afraid. Besides, you forgot to name mine, too. My name is Fujinomiya Soujiro. Luckily, he's just a normal person who could have signed up with a great samurai festival like Sistina. That's why I didn't do anything. Sistina wanted to help them and Sistina had the ability (from me) to do so. That's all."

In fact, I was just watching... I mean, I was in the hallway, so I didn't even see it. You really didn't do anything.

"Master Fujinomiya, isn't he? Don't be so humble. Don't even. I would have thought that if these daughters had managed to take their lives...... And yet, thanks to you... I can't believe this is happening... even though I really appreciate it... or..."

"Dear Elio..."

He's overflowing with tears again, Mr. Lanal holding his shoulder as he offers a handkerchief to Mr. Elio. The eyes are... somehow full of charity. Mr. Lanal is a disciple... but I'm sure that's what this is about. Hi, Elio doesn't seem to have noticed at all.

"Sistina. Do you think we can hear from them? Should I change the day?

After you recover from all that, you should get some sleep, eat and rest for a couple of days.

"Right. Rest for a while and say," It's... it's... "

The voices that plundered Sistina, who tried to snort at my inquiry, blocked it. The voice lord has small triangular ears, overall yellow hair, short hair with mixed black hair in one part, crisp eyes, and if you look closely, the eyes are just like cats and seem a little different from the people.

"Wow... but, dawg... buh, it is"

It is a very white beautiful child with a slightly larger triangular ear, long blonde hair that feels a little like tea, long cut eyes, and a loose eye (an old one) who has turned a strong gaze with a similarly ravaged voice than the one she just had. By the way, the kid's skin doesn't even go to wheat, but it feels healthy.

"You don't have to."

Sistina says it gently and makes them listen, but the two shake their heads. He really wants to tell you something fast.

"Okay. Lord Elio, if you'll excuse me, a little warm milk, please. Can you make a soup with finely chopped ingredients? Please dilute the flavoring to avoid straining your body."

"Yes! Ranal! Can you please cook? I'll bring the milk."

"Yes, I'll take care of it, Master Elio"

Two of them, instructed by Sistina, burst out of the room. I accidentally spill a laugh watching it.

"You are a very happy slave."

"Yes. So... but not just us... but all the slaves here are."

"Ha... a slave, only... be, but"

The two faces looking at the door Mr. Elio left seemed very happy. I'm sure the two of them may not have given up living because they wanted to see Mr. Elio again.

Then I listened slowly, caring about the two of them 'physical condition. I'll summarize what they told me.

The two people sold by the slave traders here were immediately taken to some other city, where for a while they were really made to do something like the downwork of the mansion. But suddenly one day, he was transferred to an establishment built behind an unpopular mountain.

There were about two or thirty of our own children in the facility there, running around the mountains, studying herbs and poisonous herbs, and learning how to handle weapons.

Initially, even if she was a samurai, she was explained that she wanted me to have enough skill to protect her dignitaries, and the kids around her acquired all sorts of skill while believing and enjoying it. But the two kept questioning each other the whole time because they couldn't believe the words.

Because the knowledge of poisonous herbs taught more focused than medicinal herbs, weapons shaped closer to dark vessels than weapons, the lightness and speed required by excess, colleagues whose expressions disappear day by day… and those with excellent grades are picked up and taken in the name of the final exam and never returned.

There was no reason to escape in the mountains, which I thought was strange or nowhere, so I was told to keep it to myself, but the other day, we had our final exam day. Apparently the content of that final exam was to assassinate an old lady who seemed particularly innocent.

When we came here, the two of us understood everything. That we were raised as user-friendly assassins. Naturally, they refused to kill and escaped their own predecessors, and there was no way they could escape the assassins who were teachers.

As a result, the two are caught in no time. But the assassins couldn't kill two because of the curse Elio put on them.

And what the assassins who couldn't kill them did to keep information from the two of them from leaking.

That meant destroying two people without scratching them to death, and causing the tower demon to finish them off.