The Skill Collector

There are generals in this city who can make a name for themselves in other countries.

In the battlefield, many enemies were slaughtered and abandoned with great swords, and their allies were courageous in their brave and courageous appearance to gladly go to the battlefield themselves, without being frightened of any predicament.

The man is always called "General Red Blood" because of his appearance wet in blood.

That alone would not have shown any particular interest, but there was one thing that caught on in his anecdote.

General Red Blood says he's always smiling when he starts fighting.

And slash them over and over so many times that the allies frown on brutality against the opponent who once crossed the sword.

Everyday a dear general anticipated that he would possess some valuable skill from where he would exalt and his personality would change during the battle.

I had obtained information before that, so I had decided in advance to ask him if I had the chance to go to the dictatorship.

Another reason I want to see you is that in this country you are divided into opponents who want to avoid war and proponents who are promoting war, but General Red Blood seems to be pushing aggressively.

I talked about being a war lover from the beginning, but I suspect my sister is turning her hands around in the back, or there may be a connection.

While discussing, etc., he stood in front of the road that led to the alley when he noticed it.

You don't deserve to wander around in a strange city, step into an insecure place by yourself.

Until we entered the city, we acted together. We acted separately from the troupe falsehood once. They're supposed to go to the royal castle, so I can't accompany them.

Even though I'm in disguise, I can't get my face soaked up at the base where I might have a sister for as much as I want.

I told her the characteristics of my sister, so I believe that the Demon Kings would purchase valuable information.

"I heard it was here."

The single General Red Blood, whose home is unknown and has no family, has many sightings in this area where the tavern gathers. Anyway, I can't find it anytime soon, so I open the door to the closest store, trying to get a good allowance or a gradual peek at the tavern.

There are a few guests in the tavern, even though they say it's still early time to drink in the evening.

Everyone looks back at me in response to the sound of the door and stares at me.

An unwelcome atmosphere was immediately conveyed, but he walks over to the counter unintentionally.

A master-like man with a mustache accumulated slightly confirmed me sideways, but he silently brushes the glass without speaking up.

"Hello, I'm looking for someone"

I cut it out with a soft grin, but unresponsive.

The master is starting to polish the next glass.

"It's called General Red Blood. Yes, it is."

"This is a tavern. I'm about to have a drink."

Master to pale mouth with a sinister voice.

Alcohol... That was the basics of pulling out information at the tavern.

"Well, I'll give you the most expensive liquor here"

Sitting back on the counter and giving it back, the master laughs niggardly, and both drunkards show their gratitude by putting up a glass.

This will make it a little easier to talk.

According to a story I heard from a master whose mouth suddenly became lighter, General Red Blood seems to be a regular here.

It seems to come at the end of a decisive and great battle, with the impression that humans and animals are harmless only drinking heavily and silently.

Useful information was also obtained that a period without war was dawning in battle, falsely becoming adventurers and mercenaries.

Are you obsessed with building yourself, or do you like the fight itself? Does General Red Blood keep fighting for any purpose?

When I find out I can't pull out any more deafening information, I'll buy them another drink and then I'll leave the store behind.

I took a trip to several taverns to gather information, but there was no more information than the first one I visited.

"Then the Adventurer Guild. Or a mercenary guild?"

First I tried taking a trip to a nearby mercenary guild, but I just heard similar rumors.

The mercenary guild seems to be in a boom season, and they're busy gathering people for war, so there's very little work in general.

The next time I heard about it in the Adventurer's Guild, I heard a story a few hours ago about someone like General Red Blood receiving a request.

The person is wearing a bandage around his face and his face is unknown, but due to the shape and shape of the weapon he loves to use, he is almost certainly a Red Blood General.

The suspicious person has been asked many times for weeks now, but all the requests are for a demonic crusade.

Apparently he's really obsessed with fighting. I wonder if anyone I know who likes to fight this much is about a champion.

If you're a champion, you hunt too many neighborhood demons, and the adventurers say, "You're going to take everything we do! You were complaining."

Apparently the adventurers here are helping with his activism as they make rough money in the war and seem to be rich in nostalgia, and the number of people taking on guild requests is drastically decreasing.

Speaking up the request, I decided to try to get ahead of him.

I was able to capture him in the forest of destination.

It was easier to find him than I thought. Because the demon's body was rolling like a sign.

I checked the bodies of demons, but there were signs of them being slashed many times, not one blow. To infer from the incision, such an arm would also make it possible to snap your neck with a single blow.

It was immediately borne out that this was not just speculation but fact.

Because I discovered General Red Blood crusading the demons.

The bandage that was wrapped around my face is unwrapped and exposed to my face, but I confirm its expression and breathe.

He is wickedly distorting his mouth and wearing an immovable demon. Cut the tendon of your foot to seal the movement, cut off your arm and slash your opponent over and over again.

Continue the massacre while removing the steeple to avoid dying immediately.

I stab them until they stop bleeding, even though they say they are desperate from bleeding, but I don't mind stabbing, stabbing, stabbing, and getting wet with returning blood.

Obviously abnormal.

Few feel exhilarated in the midst of battle. But that tranced look is different.

I'm excited as if I'm in the middle of having sex.

I activated the appraisal without hesitation.

There are many battle systems in the skills that float over General Red Blood's head, but two strange skills exist.

It's 'pleasure' and 'impulse'.

None of them are uncommon if they are alone in their skills affecting the spirit.

'Pleasure' I feel comfortable and enjoyable about an act.

'Impulse' is driven by a desire that cannot be contained.

Not that they are both negative skills. Because both 'pleasure' and 'impulse' are positive as artists and craftsmen if you turn to the better.

One famous actor was' pleasure 'to be seen by people, and he brushed his arms to the top for more pleasure.

"Impulse" can also lead to willingness to produce. I can't help but suppress my desire to tell someone what I feel, and I have bumped into paintings, texts and other pieces to create masterpieces.

I guess he has a distorted source of desire and pleasure at its root.

I have an approximate idea of what it is. It's just speculation, though.

If it's his skill structure, there's not a single thing I'd lose, but let's try to make contact without alarm.

I take a little distance and put back the signs I was erasing, and then I approach where he is with a face that doesn't eat anything.

Strongly stepping on the falling branches, the broken sound stuck to the forest.

A man like General Red Blood looks back at me when he realizes the sound.

Hair stretched out to the shoulders is bloody wet and red and black. I have a big scar on my inert bearded cheek.

He has a brilliant body. It's like sharpening a little muscle from a champion and adding sharpness.

The man's face was sloppily distorted by pleasure, but his expression tightened when he looked at me with his eyes.

It looks slightly irritating, perhaps because it ruined the aftertaste.

"Who, you are"

He puts me on words and bumps into me without hiding the killing.

Intense chi that can only be unleashed by those who have dived through the training grounds many times.

"I'm sorry about this. I am a pedestrian. To put it bluntly, you're lost."

"Ha. It's just a merchant walking into this forest with a demon hissing, intact."

I was laughed at with my nose. Looks like the lie was spotted in an instant.

This intimidation even though I'm not standing with the Great Sword on my shoulder.

Sometimes I'm just called the strongest warrior in this country.

"From what you've seen, are you an adventurer?

"I am also an adventurer. Except for the main business."

I didn't expect an answer to the inquiry.

I was expecting it to be ignored or appropriately ignored because of my blurry attitude.

"You're an adventurer. Fortune in misfortune is this. If it's not inconvenient, let me accompany you on your return to the city -"

"Annoying."

"Pay the escort fee in full -"

"I'm not in trouble with the money"

Don't bust me in the middle of a conversation.

It's an unfathomable response, but it's probably better if you just deal with them.

"Tell me what you mean. There is no fright in your eyes. I am not afraid of this situation"

"Excuse me."

Let's admit it honestly here.

Keeping in love with someone with an observation eye is a foolishness.

"I was called a collector, and I use buying people's skills as a business."

"... ho"

Oops, my brow moved tingly. Seems interested.

"Dear General Red Blood. Do you have any skills you would like to sell?

"Did you know me?"

My eyes became sharper.

If you have an intimate connection with your sister, revealing who you are here is dangerous.

But in this situation, where there is no one else on a one-on-one basis, there is no problem where the other person complains to hard means.

In the worst case scenario... this one just goes hard.

"But a collector? That's the man she's looking for."

"Oh, is anyone looking for me? What kind of lady is she?

I tried to fall in love flat out, but that woman would mean my sister.

I'm slightly upset because I didn't think I could pull that information out so easily.

"Wouldn't the expression collapse? Well, I'm leaning next to the king, practically the ruler of this country."

"Isn't the supreme power king?"

"Before. It was an incompetent, easy-to-handle ornament, but people changed after I started putting that woman aside. As far as I'm concerned, there are more places to fight, and I'm not dissatisfied."

Do you acquiesce after understanding that there is something wrong with the King and that my sister is manipulating him behind it?

Can I tell you a little bit about the importance of such a country?

... This Red Blood General could be harder than I thought.

"You and that woman seem to have some cause, but I couldn't grab it that far"

If you believe what I'm saying, you say you haven't found out you're my sister and brother.

I've been activating 'Psychology' for a while now, but I can't read anything from words and deeds. I don't even seem interested in my sister, rather than hiding my mood.

"In a position where I need to know about you, too. I've been doing a lot of research, collector."

"That would be an honor."

I speak pale without any reaction to my sarcasm.

"Age unknown. There is also a theory that he has been alive for hundreds of years. As a pedestrian, he travels around the country and buys the skills of others. Was it possible to sell skills instead of just buying them out, according to rumors"

I just want to impress you that I'm researching it closely, but I haven't hidden my abilities lately, so if this is about this extent, I'll get there soon.

"Looks like you have a connection to royalty, too. If all this information were true, it would mean a lot of fierce people."

Talking that far, he's bending his knees just a little and moving into combat position so he can move at any time.

Are you motivated? A structure that looks natural but has no gaps.

General Red Blood likes to fight, no. Is it battle madness?

I guess the quality that is common in those people, when you see the strong, you can't help but challenge the fight.

"I just want to talk to you. Of course, if I can buy you skills, I'd be happy to negotiate -"

"You don't have to sell it. You can't fight if you sell skills useful in combat."

"Then it's not combat-related -"

"If it's 'pleasure' or 'impulse', I'm not willing to sell it. I'm not in any trouble."

Jen, you don't listen to people until the end.

"That's a shame. I'd like to ask you one thing: what is a battle for a general?

A simple question was cast, General Red Blood hoisted the corner of his mouth and grinned niggly.

"It's a means to the best of pleasure!

He answered and slashed at me at the same time.

The speed of slaughter is something to keep an eye on, but inferior to the swordsmen I know.

Stick your fist out at the tip of the opponent's nose as you dare to keep avoiding on a piece of paper.

When General Red Blood jumps out loud, he nods his tongue and stares at me.

"Tense but supple muscles...... If I poke a blade in there...... ahhh, what kind of slashing comfort would that be? Hey, just let me slash you! If we don't kill something soon, this high feeling will shrivel!

He has slapped his sword on a nearby tree many times while saying so.

The figure is the madman himself.

"How long has it been like that?"

"Uh-huh? If I answer, will you let me kill you? I used to feel better just killing small animals and demons. I can't do this anymore. If you know how it feels when you kill people, you can't go back!

Though he looked unusual screaming at the amber...... it was hilarious.

Oh, he remembers the fierce 'impulse' in the battle to get 'pleasure', not the 'impulse' and refracted sexual 'pleasure' for the act of killing.

I'm not willing to fight the anomalies properly, so I avoid them and at the same time kick the belly of the Great Sword with my toes.

General Red Blood, who lost his weapon, closed his coveted mouth and sat down on the ground.

I thought you were going to resist more, you just gave up.

"These are the tides."

The way you shrug your shoulders and exhale loudly, you look more relieved than you give up.

"I was just killing demons to make me feel better because small animals no longer get comfort. Yet it's hard to move around being a hero on your own. Now if you're in the army and enjoying killing people, when are you going to be a general?"

The shattered tone from earlier seems to be the way it should be spoken.

I thought madness lurked the chirp, and now he's got a masochistic grin.

Is it a coincidence that he woke up against the killing? Or is it inevitable that skills have invited you? It's not God. I don't know.

"I feel comfortable killing. Do you mean"

"Oh yeah. But I'm not just gonna kill you. You're with a woman and you need foreplay, right? It is most exciting to see your face scratched carefully and red blood flowing, distorted by pain and fear..."

I mean it, not lies or bad quality jokes.

He is a pleasure killer. Although it is unclear whether it is the effect of skills or whether they were of such qualities.

I don't need to hear about his sexual preferences any more.

"General, have you ever killed a man without sin for desire?

"I don't know. You don't know if the person you slaughtered on the battlefield is a criminal. I have never laid a hand on the general public in our country. You look like a patriot."

It's easy to decide what he says is a lie. But General Red Blood has a good reputation from the people of the city. I've never heard one of the bad rumors, except for the lunatics on the battlefield.

You attacked me earlier, but if you knew your strength beforehand, you'd be able to decide whether or not you could win.

... have you thought too much about waiting for someone to show up to stop you?

"What, have you lived up to those two skills?"

In response to my question - he looks at me with a big eye and a deep surprise.

It's a conclusion that I've come to seriously, but it seemed off target.

"I have enough to buy. Mass murderers are heroes if it's war. You get honor and comfort without sin. You need to let go of this position by doing something far-fetched."

'Psychology' doesn't work the same way, but I don't think General Red Blood's statement is a lie. You're a lunatic, but you can tell the difference between things?

There were also statements that seemed to dislike my sister. If it's the right person, there's room for negotiation.

"What is the information on the woman pulling the thread behind you? Buy the skills that are bothering you in exchange -"

"It's not necessary. Thanks to this skill I was able to gain a position and I learned of my highest joy. No, I know, huh? It's easy for people to put up with things they don't know. But once I remember, I can't escape the temptation. The better. You can't live without this."

"Then what will you do? Do you keep killing people like this? The war won't last forever."

"I know without being told. But there is no cap on people's desires. Especially with this skill. As the level rises, the desire grows. Whether you actually kill a person or not, you're no longer going to be satisfied"

I cover my face with both hands and breathe rough repeatedly.

I guess I'm also influenced by 'pleasure' and 'impulse' while I'm talking like this.

"Then if I buy it..."

"I thought you said you didn't need it. I kill people, I tremble with pleasure, but I've been thinking about it. I was wondering if there might be a better way to get the best pleasure.... I talked to you and I made up my mind. Looking forward to mass murder."

Does General Red Blood think I'll stop my sister and prevent the war?

You read the thought from my gaze, General Red Blood picked up the great sword that was rolling underfoot when he laughed deeply. Standing up instead of a cane and closing his eyes, he breathes heavily and opens his lid.

Bloody eyes are staring at me.

"The moment I hurt and kill people, I can climax. If you turn that subject to yourself, you'll get unparalleled pleasure... don't you think?

That being said, General Red Blood let the blade of the Great Sword slip into his neck, unwrought.

The blood that erupts from the neck muscle stains its body red and red.

General Red Blood, who fell on his back on the earth, became worthy of his call and was out of breath.

It was an instant event, but if I wanted to stop it, I could stop it. But where I took the sword, it was nothing but a sword on the spot.

For General Red Blood, I guess this was the best way to end it.

"Is the last murder yourself?"

Again, see General Red Blood. There - drowning in pleasure and sleeping with a satisfied face, there was a murderer.