Reincarnated Swordmaster

Which one is valuable?

There was no question about it. It was seven colleagues. It was not a worrying thought. It is Mana who asks which of us is important to the human being on the ground. He's crazy to say no.

But I realized there was a deeper meaning to Zegalsa's question. I said silent for a moment.

"That's another problem."

Jegalsa immediately protested.

"No, same problem. If you choose to rescue those humans, we will inevitably have to intervene in a major case, and we will be caught up with you in a spiral of caution. It's like you're killing us."

"It's something else."

I was talking with a little accent.

"Because you would know how not to!"

Then, Zegalsa's eyes reminded me of this. He leaned forward and looked at me.

"What are you talking about?"

"Of course, you're more valuable than 5,000 people on the face of the earth. But we can't let 5,000 people get anthropomorphized. They'll die horribly or be eaten, and they won't be saved even after they're dead, and we can't let them."

I folded my arms and said,

"And if you really want me to practice, you don't have to tell me about it. So either you already know the solution to this, or you're trying to test me."

"......"

"Is there a way? That's right."

"Hmm."

"That's the Jegalsa I know."

When I spoke loudly, Zegalsa looked at me with a grumpy look. Then the ghost standing next to me smiled and said to Jegalsa.

"I told you, the Hundred Hundred Hundred is not the same as before."

"Khh. Don't talk like you predicted it all. Aren't you here to see the reaction of the Hundred Huns with me because you rebelled?"

"That's also true..."

As the mangler shrugs, Jegalsa says to me,

"Yes. We have a plan."

"Are you trying to test me again?"

His voice is somewhat cooler.

"Yes. I wanted to see if he was a spineless wreck at this point." Even an ex-employer can't be the one whose life depended on desertion. "

So it was.

As I sighed in relief, Zegalsa shook her finger on her chin, exhaling a brotherly glare.

"Like you said, we both have a plan. It's a way to contain the imperial palace without being spotted. Wouldn't it be weird to have this much talent, treasure, and gold stacked up?"

"Oh, thank God..."

Jegalsa suddenly hung up on me.

"But the question I just asked you is true, so answer me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You've just realised my intentions and moved on, but if you actually have a previous life ahead of you, there will be countless of these choices. whether it's human or Celia, justice or efficiency, intervention or bystanders, rescue or slaughter..."

"......"

"There's been a lot of choices up until now. You know you can't avoid an answer every time, right?"

I nodded heavily at Zegalsa's words.

"I know."

I took a few moments and said,

"I'm not giving up all my Celia because of the ideals in my head. I can give up if I have to. I just don't think it's something I can do on my own, and I trust you and your colleagues to help me."

"You put that on your mouth..."

"Sorry."

"How can you bring such a headache to the Lord?"

Jegalsa grumbled and said.

"Then I'll tell you my plan against enslavement."

This is how Jegalsa began to talk of tricks. When I heard it, I felt a strange feeling and opened my mouth.

"Huh... huh?! Isn't that a little extreme?"

"You used to do the same thing. What's the problem? And if you get your hands dirty, it's over."

"Will it work, though?"

"It still works. And don't worry, the follow-up will take advantage of a network of demigods and fallen sheep."

The telepathy beside him was replenished.

"I think I can make at least five years using this method. It's also very unlikely our identity will be revealed. I don't have enough explosives, so I'll have to ask Miho to buy some."

"Okay, I'll do it that way."

"And speaking of choreography..."

The telescopes blurred their tail, looking at me.

"I can't hold him in the chorus forever. So, are you going to completely turn him around or..."

You mean kill him.

Although Manhattan did not speak directly of the killing spree, I was able to understand the context. The destruction of the Southern Hemisphere would have caused a huge fluctuation if it had been known to the world, so we could never free ourselves from the choir that witnessed the disaster that day. That's why you either have to kill them, or you have to convince them, or you don't have a choice.

Jegalsa said.

"I was just trying to brainwash him into subordinating him with the Divorce Act, but he refused to accept the prospect of becoming a colleague in the future. If there is a memory controlled by the Divorce Act, it will never be able to trust us. That's why I'm asking your opinion."

"Are you trying to control it or kill it?"

"I'm just saying. What do you want to do?"

I pondered and said:

"I think it's a blessing. He's a future teenager. Maybe he knows something we don't."

"But I have no reliable relationship to give him Obsidian."

"I'll talk to the C.O. myself."

"Whatever."

Kuang

Shortly after, I entered the Chamber of Shadow Songs. And he looked at the chain of command and said,

"Greetings, Chonghui."

"......"

The choreographer froze and looked at me. I pressed the blood to suppress his internal air and released the chain. After the chain was loosened, he said roughly.

"What are we going to do? What the hell do you want from me?"

"First of all, I don't think you've eaten today. Have some of this."

I gave him some dumplings and seasons, some water. He received food and ate it silently for a while. He was well-fed even though he hadn't neglected to eat. I was surprised to see him eating so well.

"You don't think I'd be on something?"

"If you were, you would have been. I hope you're not such assholes."

[nonsense response]

I'm sure I can feel it because I'm watching you being stubborn and eating constantly.

'This man is definitely a bumper.'

I was dragged to a place I had never seen in my life and was locked up for months, but I didn't break my heart at all and even felt bold. It was not to be said that Yeon-joong was an ordinary unmanned person. I put the dishes aside when he finished eating.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions. Then I'll decide what to do with you."

"What questions?"

"First of all... you were staying at the Southern Palace as a cannibal, and you were about to leave. Where were you trying to go?"

Yeon Chonghui insisted.

"My answer is the same, as I've answered the question of someone other than you before. I was just trying to lure the middleman around."

"Is it? What is your doorway, then?"

"The Gate of the Triumphant Moon Faith." "

You're lying.

Everything you're saying is a lie.

That was the common answer of the Zegals with the hopes of interrogating him before. Because they are good at reading people's psychology, they can infer psychology from the minor reactions of choreography or from the answers one by one. In addition, there are dozens and dozens of similar questions overlapping, so even his sincerity can be roughly understood.

'Maybe he doesn't trust us at all, but when he does, he'll try to escape.'

I have no choice. Why would he utterly destroy the Southern Imperial family members he had been in one day and tell the people who had locked him up? How many times have there been no torture or threats so far? Of course, he would have kept his identity a secret.

But I don't have time for a one-on-one psychological battle with Yeon-ju. I sighed briefly and said.

"Actually, my colleagues and I have had a large discussion. And I've decided to kill you or to turn you in."

Then the conductor snorted.

"Ha! If you're going to kill me, why bother? And Yoo Yoo? It's such a shame to keep me locked up like this."

"The problem is, either way, your path is hell."

I don't know.

Humans who swing through divorce laws can see a living hell if a practitioner wants to. If Jegalsa tries to make fun of him, he may think it's better to die. I said in a slightly depressed voice.

"But I don't want to do that. Anyway, I don't want to swing it around like this because you're the next great master."

"What are we gonna do?"

"Last question. If you answer this question correctly, I promise you I can treat you fairly and release you."

I was nervous and looked at me, feeling something unusual. I looked him in the eye and said,

"What do you think of Equation?"

"......!!"

Yeon-hee looked surprised. And then I was baffled.

"Th-that's the question? What's the significance?"

"Yes. Tell me what you think righteousness is."

"You're a fool. Is that so important..."

He calmed down for a moment and said.

"Equalisation is the polishing of your teeth to defeat and eliminate those who do evil."

"To defeat and destroy includes assassination? Shooting with a bow, etc."

"... I guess you noticed."

Yeon-joong said bitterly.

"As you think. I used my bowsmanship to eliminate a few scout ducks."

The telepathic conjecture was correct. Manhang moved an intelligence group to investigate a series of events, and he noticed that many of his officials had been questioned in a procession he had overstepped. I muttered to myself and asked again.

"It's murder, after all. He only killed those who didn't share your side of the equation for reputation. Is that what you think it is?"

"Yes!"

He crosses his arms and speaks.

"I think the man who deserves to die should die. They use their power to discipline and oppress helpless folk grass. Even if you beat a commoner in broad daylight or plunder an innocent child, Guan 'a can't even touch them because of their power. Just because they wait a hundred millennia doesn't mean they're going to die on their own. I have money and power, so I only live well until the end of the year."

"......"

"They are killing Mincho with indirect power. He can also be called Madhu, so I do what I do to protect the powerless by killing them."

"I see..."

I was able to understand exactly what he was like when I heard what he said.

Unmanned to punish the ruler, ignoring the principle that coffins and muslims are infertile!

Somehow, it was a moment to realize that the palace was rarely seen in the world, even though the palace's skills were said to be strong. He must have been forced to massacre the coveted officials who constantly harassed the people even after fame was known.

'He is a righteous man. And strong.'

If you go to such lengths to assassinate a caretaker, you won't lose your comrade or your gold medal. However, Yeonghui the palace was named the best in the river until fifty years later, meaning that he overcame all the chases and stood alone in the river. Obviously, it's a major compromise and a bumper.

I liked him and told him.

"I and my colleagues wish to act on our own righteousness. You must have heard of Mangwei's punishment for the Southern Palace. And then I bumped into you."

The choir snorted.

"Hmph! How can I believe a party's words? You could have punished an innocent man with your own greed."

"If so, would you like to come with me to meet the victim and not the party?"

"What?"

Tupperware

I loosened his context with a quick flick. Then he was immediately able to use the internal air, and he looked baffled. I stood up and said,

"Ask them yourself."

"What if I run away?"

Wheaties

I threw his black bow out the door.

"I will be disappointed in you if you refuse the opportunity to see the truth with your own eyes."

"... pretending to be the Grand Coven. Yes!"

I took the choir to the birthplace of the chorus. In the building, women who had been abused by the South Palace members were staying to calm themselves. I was going to release her when I was ready later, but she was pretty shocked when I started talking to her.

I think it's past about half an hour.

After finishing his story, he said.

"I can't completely believe it, but the underdog is such an asshole."

"Yes. But do you know that no force in the river could punish the Southern Imperial Guard?"

When the choir stared at me, I sat down at the door.

"Not only the Great Sage, but even the Old Sage did not dare to intervene in the Southern Sage family event. Even the Imperial Court alumni and even the Golden Ladyship ruled because military tax was trampled on by the river. Who in the world could have saved those poor women?"

"......"

"You said you did what was right, but you didn't recognize the evil that was on the ground. If we hadn't saved them, they would have ended up locked up in that closet, sexually abused, for the rest of their lives."

Yeon-joong sighed.

"What a terrible thing to do..."

I got up and said, holding his hand.

"I want you to be our partner. Wouldn't it be better to fight the great evil that passes through this world than to practice righteousness alone?"

"......"

"Only our enemies will be far more powerful than this. More bandits will appear than you would assassinate a duck."

Yeon-hee lets out a sigh of silence for a while.

"Just give me one day. I want to think about it."

"Very well."

I took the conductor back to the general room without taking him back to prison. And as the day passed, Yeon-hee was sitting on the chair in the room without running away even though the endowment had been released. My eyes were bloodshot as if I was up all night.

He said, as I went to visit him, he had the right to surrender.

"I've made up my mind. I will join you in your council!" "

"Good thinking."

I handed the Obsidian with the memory to Yeongju. Then the memory of Obsidian flows into the choir, and after a while he calls to his body and looks frightened.

"Oh... my God?! Such a vast world…"

I smiled and said.

"I'm going to die fighting a formidable foe and die again and again. But I still believe we will win in the end."

"......"

He opened his mouth and suddenly bowed down to me and said,

"The 53rd progeny of the Yuan Dynasty. I will make you Lord of the Hundred Kingdoms!!"