Former General Is Undead Knight

While Rambale and the others were diving into the Einsas Underground Labyrinth, Germain, the guild master of "Spirit Dusk," was alone and headed out to head of the Chamber of Commerce, who specializes in requesting orders.

Germain was thinking about relocating the Spirit Dusk, and dissolving it, and he wanted to talk to his business partner before he did.

Germain was using his Guildmaster status to look into the city of Einsas and Count Obock, his lord.

But the more I looked into it, the more black rumors came forward and decided it was dangerous.

I didn't mean to back out of the investigation, but I heard Cradle, the adventurer of "The Demonic Golden Dragon," and thought he was going to get involved until he was irrelevant.

Germain just plugged into the back street of the city of Einsas and looked back.

I was noticing signs of a tracker, and I was going to uncover him in an unpopular place and catch him.

"How long is it going to be kosher? How about it's time to come out?

One man emerged from the corner to respond to Germain's answer.

He is a bearded man with purple blue hair.

I wear neat clothes but they are slightly disfigured and I get the impression that they are sloppy.

The face of the person is handsome, but fatally unhegemonic.

He has two swords on his back and one on his hip.

"Who is it? Are you an associate of Count Obock?

In response to Germain's query, the man flaunted his shoulders and sighed boringly.

"Unfortunately, you don't have a name for a miscellaneous fish. I'm not interested in a weak guy like Ome."

"... the Count is quite timid to see suddenly an assassin coming"

Germain pulled the long sword out of his sheath and went down obliquely once and set it up.

"I didn't know it had already been marked so far. Let's take you down and hide for a while."

"It's late. Ome, I hear you put your men in an underground labyrinth."

"... why, you know?

Jerman expressed his doubts before realizing how he was taking a delay against Count Obock.

At best, I was thinking about my behavior to the point where they might be suspicious, but I never thought I'd have even been explored for guild trends already.

Most actually, it was worse than that, and the Chamber of Commerce itself, the counterpart of the "Dusk of the Spirit", was also breathing.

The entire city of Einsas is the spider's nest of the Earl of Orbok.

I'm only bad at it, such as entering a spider's nest to know the spider.

"You're not alive, those guys. I guess they've already killed us all. I'm not interested."

"Hey, why not! They don't have anything to do with it!

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. I don't know if Ome was sniffing around by herself or how far she was using her men, because I don't know that far. Crushing key men at the same time as your head is nothing strange. I'm not getting involved. If you're concerned, Ome, wasn't your idea sweet?

Germain and I didn't have a sweet perception of the area.

However, if there was to be a sweet part, it is Count Obock's thorough vigilance and cunning, his perception of cruelty.

"I'll tell you what, Count O'Bock is looking into Ome's identity. I forgot my family name, but he was a weak aristocratic dra son, erased hostile to Count Orbok, wasn't he? If you left the house, you should have forgotten, but you stuck your neck in the extra."

Germain's identity, as he put it in the man's mouth, is the second son of the Baron family, hostile to the Earl of Orbok and executed for making up his sins.

I haven't been back since I popped out of the house looking to be an adventurer over a decade ago.

That's why he wasn't even involved in the execution of the clan royalist party by Count Obock.

He swore to pay off the stigma of the house in his own way, and set up an Adventurer's Guild in the city of Einsas to gather information.

…………

Germain pulled out his sword and poked it at the man.

"Stop it. Ome, you're gonna do it there, but you're gonna go up inside, okay? It's not unnecessary. If the way the mutton fights gets to your head, don't blunt your sword."

The man says pale.

Unexpectedly, he didn't look like a little fool there, just stating the facts, etc.

It was definitely a word backed by absolute confidence.

But Germain and I are not going to get caught.

I stared at the man with my set sword intact.

"I don't know what to do...... ha"

A man moves.

He pulled out his sword with minimal movement as he moved and slashed it straight to Germain.

Swords cross, metal sounds.

(Heavy... and fast. I could react critically, but this guy... obviously I'm not serious)

While we meet the sword, there is still no hegemony in the man's face.

Even though the body doesn't seem to have the strength, the swords that are pressing each other don't move in front of each other, even when it's ticklish.

"With that skinny body, how dare you..."

"Look, next."

The man shakes his hand up to follow the shortest path and is slashed from the other side to Germain.

"Gu!"

Germain raises his arms and defends him on paper with a sword.

Shortly after he regains his posture, a third blow is fired, which continues and is aimed at his head.

This too, Germain succeeded in dodging on the brink.

I thought about trying to fight back as it was, but I noticed that the man had already taken the stand to wave the fourth sword, and I responded by playing it with my sword.

(I only slap a big mouth. He's a terribly strong opponent. But if you can tap into the decision punch before you get serious...)

Germain sharpened his consciousness and for now decided to focus on avoiding it and exploring gaps that could hit a definite blow against him.

Germain observed the man's face in order to read the sword's orbit from his gaze.

So I realized something horrible.

The man kept his gaze almost motionless with the same boring look on his face.

He looks so bored at the bottom of his heart that he looks behind Germain's distant back.

(There is no way that such a precise sharp sword move can be carried out without asking me how I react. Something, karaki...)

The swords engage and the metal sounds.

Germain turned his sword sideways to prevent the man's next sword, where he finally realized who the man's creepy sword moves were.

"No way, this sword..."

"You got it. It is a stunt," Forty-Nine Swords Rain, "knitted by Sword Saint Bergane and to be inherited only by his descendants, the eldest son of the Alrec family. Ome is already in the rain of my sword."

Essentially, the most important thing in the battle of the sword is whether or not you can take advantage of the opponent's movements.

If you poke it, it leads to the fact that you can control every sword if you have in mind the best way to deal with every sword move and every situation.

But the real problem, it's impossible.

But "Forty-Nine Sword Rains" always limits and directs the opponent's actions by attacking themselves.

And by keeping in mind in advance the best way to deal with that guiding destination's movements, it's a move that always creates a series of occasions where the opponent has to turn back.

It's like playing on a board, stuffing the opponent with the best of hands.

In other words, no matter how much a man fights out of hand, he can unleash a series of strikes with no counterattack gap until forty-nine hands.

Before the calculated stunt, there couldn't have been a gap through the attack or anything.

"I can't end up here! Until we uncover Obock's evil deeds and regain the honor of our home..."

A hurried Germain made a forceful attack on his thirteenth hand.

The man slowly switched swords and punched Germain in the head with the handheld part.

Germain was knocked down and poked his knee on the spot.

There is sloppy blood coming from my head.

"No way... are you from the Alrec family?

"It's not true. I used to get bored, so I just remembered everything and arranged it to be easy to use."

A man speaks of a hell of a thing, lightly and without incident.

Germain opened his mouth flashly.

"I tried wearing it because I thought it sounded funny, but it's just a stumbling block of moves that do the same thing like kid's archery. I was desperate when I remembered, but I was bored when I tried it."

The man chokes his neck and returns his sword to his sheath.

"I remember up to forty-nine, and no matter how much I lose my hand, I don't get to use my moves after twenty. Damn, even though there were more branches from here and it stinked."

Obviously, they're different.

Germain understood that too, and had already lost his temper of war.

There was resentment towards Count Obock, who defiled, disparaged and degraded the honour of the clan and executed them.

There was regret that I could not even hang the swordsmanship I desperately wore on my teeth.

I felt sorry for my men who got involved, and I wanted to make sure they were safe.

But in just a moment's presence, I gave up everything.

Unrivalled. When I couldn't have fought him, I knew.

"... I've heard rumors like that that the Count has a terribly strong subordinate who rarely shows up... is that about you"

"Count Obock said three of the key members and the armored man should be killed and Ome caught. But don't worry, the Count is a real scumbag. They'll see you better dead."

The man did not answer Germain's query, and said so in disinterest.

So Germain's consciousness was interrupted.