Chapter 205
Chapter 205
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 205
Chapter Title: The Land of Ashes (5)
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A thug who had lived his whole life without regard for the law didn't take long to learn some manners.
"This way, sir."
Ten minutes.
It took just ten minutes for a mercenary who had lived selfishly his entire life to grasp the concept of politeness. The mercenary kept bowing repeatedly as he led the way from the front.
"Would you like an explanation about the Ashen Wasteland? Just ask, and I'll tell you everything I know..."
"Shut up. Close your mouth."
"Y-yes, sir..."
At the man's single word, the mercenary's shoulders trembled. He glanced at his broken finger and broke out in cold sweat.
'I thought I was pretty skilled...'
The mercenary had once been a somewhat renowned fixer.
He believed he could take down one or two ordinary mages with nothing but a sword. But what had actually happened?
Thwack!
The moment he boldly drew his sword and charged, the mercenary's swing was blocked by the man's bare hand. It felt like striking a rock—his sword hand went numb.
'And then...'
He got beaten like a dog.
Not figuratively—like an actual dog.
"Gah! Wait, guh!"
"M-my bones! They're breaking! Hold on, just hold on!"
His blade shattered into pieces, and he was pummeled until his bones cracked. To the mercenary, now screaming with a swollen face, the man said just one thing.
"Quit whining and get up."
Cold, piercing eyes.
"Your legs are fine, so you can walk. Lead the way."
The fact that he'd been beaten while carefully avoiding his legs drained all color from the mercenary's face. In his eyes now, the man was no mere mage.
'Monster.'
What mage in the world could bare-handedly thrash a swordsman without casting a single spell? There was no way another monster like that existed. Swallowing bitter tears, the mercenary pressed on.
"Why are you killing the poor guy's spirit? He just wants to explain. Can't he have a little pride in his hometown?"
A voice came from behind.
It was a soft, melodic tone. Likely the girl traveling with the man. The mercenary walked in silence, ears perked to her voice.
"Why listen to the boasts of parasites leeching off someone else's country? If I could, I'd raze the whole place."
"Well, that's an exaggeration..."
A playful laugh.