Chapter 473
Chapter 473
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 473
Chapter Title: Sword Ki Man Kim Katt
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To sum it up, by kingdom standards, my realm corresponds to Advanced Sword Expert.
Of course, I don't think my skills are on the same level as those other advanced fuckers.
The moment Heavenly Demon Kim Katt tried to go toe-to-toe with those assholes, he'd turn to dust and vanish forever.
Even in a knight order, only the true serial killers who've rolled around for over a decade can manifest sword ki. That's what they say. I just awakened it faster than them. Karin explained that occasionally, talents like me pop up.
A realm is just a convenient label, nothing more.
No one can accurately measure a human's strength. A realm seems to simply indicate a warrior's proficiency in manipulating mana within their body.
Anyway, one thing's for sure: now that I can manifest sword ki, I need to cultivate the skills worthy of it. Hearing "he can use sword ki but sucks at swordplay" would sting like hell.
I take pride in my swordsmanship.
But the world is vast, and experts are plentiful. Complacency is the start of obsolescence—something I always keep in mind.
"Alright! Karin! Get dressed! Let's head to the backyard!"
"Bullshit? It's time to fuck your big sis now."
"Oh."
I tried tempting her to spar right away, but Karin, already revved up, ignored me. In the end, she devoured me on the sofa. Actually, she didn't even last ten minutes before shuddering in ecstasy and going limp.
Karin: KO.
"Ack... you little shit... I told you to go slow...! Hngh!!"
One thing's certain—my prowess in this department has definitely improved.
Karin's stamina and endurance were always top-notch, so no matter how much we went at it, she never ended up a total wreck who couldn't even walk. Sure, with enough time, she could get there, but now she taps out quick.
—The surging energy from my whole body overwhelmed her.
"Heh heh heh. So, shall we take it slow from now on?"
"H-Hey... I'm super sensitive right now, so don't touch... Eek!!!"
I lightly brushed her sprawled body on the sofa, and she arched like a bow. Damn, watching this, I can't hold back anymore.
"Told ya we should've gone sparring. Huh? Who's this adorable little thing? Big sis is in trouble today. You're gonna have to keep me satisfied."
"W-Wait a sec. Let's rest a bit... If you stick it in now, sis'll die, you fucking bastard!"
"Resistance is futile."
I scooped her up immediately, and that's when Lisha came downstairs. Must've woken up late since it's her day off.
"Heh heh heh, tormenting Karin, were you? How mischievous."
"Morning, Lisha."
"Karin's moans woke me up. They echoed all the way to the second floor. What on earth did you do to make her scream like that..."
Lisha sidled up beside me, stroking my chest as she spoke.
"Won't you show me too?"
"...C'mere."
This is the life on a day off.
Of course, Lisha's defenses aren't even a fraction of Karin's.
* * *
"Swordmaster."
The kingdom's officially acknowledged strongest.
Supreme in martial prowess—and everything else.
Only one bears the title of Swordmaster.
The most inhuman existence, yet still human, apparently. According to Karin, three experts on her level, ready to die, could pull off a mutual destruction in a bloodbath. Not impossible to kill. That's her judgment, anyway.
But a Swordmaster doesn't fight alone.
As the kingdom's pinnacle, the very pride of its might, defeat is unacceptable. Naturally, they're surrounded by elite killers, so challenging the strongest means facing all of them. Hell, the entire knight order's forces. And they wield top-tier rare metal murder-blades.
Strongest in reality, and they desperately defend that external title too.
Fools chasing honor in one-on-one duels can't climb that murder hall. They crush foes with overwhelming force. Only those who know that become true powerhouses.
A slaughterfest isn't some sacred duel with rules. Not even guys breaking each other one-on-one. It's butchering the enemy by any means.
No refs to cry foul over vital strikes. Pure, brutal combat. Ultimate life-or-death brawl, stripped of all dignity.
That's why Swordmaster is the apex.
"The realm all swordsmen aspire to."
Mulling that over, I swung my blade.
By kingdom knight order structure, Advanced Sword Expert leads straight to Swordmaster. Once you manifest sword ki, they lump it all as advanced. Rares, but not nonexistent globally.
But Swordmaster is bestowed on just one in the kingdom.
"Heavenly Demon Kim Katt aims for the sword's absolute peak."
—Slash!
Consistent training made wielding sword ki feel natural now. Momentum sharpened over time, techniques refined. I felt the progress every time I peeled an apple after morning practice.
—Swish.
"Oh, fuuuck yeah!"
The apple that used to shred to shit on my first tries now held its shape decently as I peeled.
The skin sheared off in respectable strips following my hand's motion.
Sure, a kitchen knife would make it prettier with rough cuts. But after pouring effort into this for nearly a month, the growth was visible.
Karin's apple-peeling method gave real results. Supreme efficiency for fine sword ki control.
Thanks, Karin.
"Hmm, you're getting quite skilled now."
Lisha, sitting beside me watching calmly, remarked.
"Fucking masterful now, Lishaaa!"
"You look so happy—I'm glad."
"Heh heh heh!"
I chopped the apple into chunks, grabbed a piece, and danced. Lisha clapped delightedly, egging me on.
"Hey, Lisha."
"Yes?"
"What's your magic level like?"
"My magic prowess?"
Lisha's an elf black mage skilled enough to be mistaken for a witch.
I know she's exceptional in many ways. Gotta be strong, obviously—I took that for granted. But pondering realms lately sparked sudden curiosity.
How strong is Lisha, really?
"I mainly use black magic. As a so-called witch, I can confidently say few black mages match me. It's thanks to the years I've lived and... er, my extensive research. Natural, really."
She dodged mentioning her age.
I already knew she was...
"What're you thinking?"
"N-Nothing."
"Heh heh, it's the research. Of course, I'm proficient in far more than black magic. I can handle most magic."
"Lisha's the best!"
I rubbed my face on her thigh. She just laughed, stroking my head without protest.
"Hee hee, that tickles. How are you so lovable..."
But what I really wanted to know was her strength. Savoring her thigh slowly, I asked.
"Well... I'm no warrior. But destroying enemies? Simple enough. That's black magic for you."
"Destroy enemies?"
Lisha hadn't really shown direct magic power before.
Magic varies, but the most straightforward is offensive spells. She'd done plenty, but no attacks that I recalled.
"Mind showing me?"
"I don't care to show the violent side much. But you're honing your skills, so once should be fine. Hmm, what to use... Fetch another apple?"
"On it!"
I grabbed one, placed it on the opposite sofa as instructed. Black magic demo incoming. Super exciting. Seen Winia's plenty, but Lisha's first.
Magic's always fascinating.
"Very well, behold my power."
"Ooh!"
—Point.
Lisha extended a pale, slender finger at the apple. Her beauty made even that picturesque. Those hands always caressed me so gently.
"Ngh... focus, not that. Always thinking lewd when you see me? Such a naughty boy."
"Heh heh, tone down the hotness then."
"Heh heh, my beauty's fault. Here."
—Crackle.
Black current sparked from her fingertip, then—zap!—black lightning shot out fiercely. In a blink.
—Boom!
The apple vanished without a trace, not even dust.
"Whoa."
I gawked at the insane power. Instant cast, no chant, blinding speed and force. Perfect targeting, nothing else touched.
"Whoa."
I kept marveling, so Lisha jumped up triumphantly.
"Heh heh heh! Now you see my magic might! Child's play for me! I'm no woman you can spank on a whim!"
Black magic's power was unreal.
But her smug cuteness made me spread her legs naturally.
"Ah! S-Sucking there suddenly... Hnngh!"
I lavished her standing pussy with care. Her thighs clamped my head. Adorable resistance.
"Hngh...!"
A little tongue tease, and she climaxed, collapsing. I eased her onto the sofa gently and continued.
"Heh heh, Lisha. Too delicious, huh?"
"S-Saying such embarrassing things... haa... acting up like this is troubling. Can't control your lust around me?"
"Obviously. You hate it, Lisha?"
"N-No, never... I actually like..."
Perverted elf confirmed.
"But Lisha, haven't seen your loli form lately. Fixed that issue?"
"Craving 'big bro' calls? Then—"
"No no no! Wait! Not that!"
"Just teasing!"
"Fuck!"
Heart attack.
"Progress made, but not fully resolved. I stay kid-mode at the shop."
She'd explained switching to adult form drains mana. Staying like this for me? Grateful tears.
"But what's the problem? Why'd it happen?"
"..."
She went quiet.
"Hmm... well, even I have secrets. But I love you deeply always, so it doesn't matter, right?"
Curious, yeah, but my past has unsayables too. Never pried deep into theirs.
"Yeah, fair. Doesn't matter, Lisha. Just stay where I can see you."
"...Such sweet chains."
I kissed her.
"Hee hee, you tasted my nectar firsthand, unwittingly."
"Ah! Stop with the arousing talk!"
Anyway, market run today. Play with Lisha tonight. Groceries and sundries low. Still daytime—quick trip.
"Lisha, wanna wake Winia and go together?"
Claudy and Karin left together morning. Home: Lisha and sleeping Winia. She'd be up soon.
"Promised to check Winia's magic today. She'll wake any minute."
"Guess I'm solo then. Be right back."
"No trouble. Come back safe."
"Got it."
Grabbed clothes, listed buys, headed out.