episode_0026

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The morning sun shines down on the depths of the `Living Forest`.

There, a long-abandoned mansion stands alone, quietly weathering away with nature.

Until a few days ago, when those who use this place as a base appeared.

A man advances, punching away approaching monsters.

Although there is a sword at his waist, he does not bother to draw it, as if it is a nuisance.

And a woman follows him, a little distance behind.

Unlike the man who is wearing light armor, she is wearing heavy armor, and she also has a sword at her waist.

The two were contrasting in many ways.

The man was clearly a person with a rough temper. Disheveled brown hair. A large height. And light armor that is worn and torn on his body.

The sword at his waist also appears to be quite old. Scars are visible here and there on the cross guard, and the leather scabbard is also noticeably damaged.

However. Unlike his crude equipment, the man himself appeared to be extremely well-trained.

Arm muscles the size of a human head. A body that seems impossible to pierce with a knife. Considering his age of nearly 60, how much effort would he have put in to maintain his body to this extent?

The monster’s body bursts apart, but his skill, which does not allow a single drop of blood to stain his body, has already transcended the realm of humans.

The woman appears to be much younger than the man.

She appears to be an adult, but she has slightly pointed ears, whiter than those of humans, and white skin.

Silver hair that falls down to her waist, and red eyes.

Eyes, nose, and mouth that form a sculpture-like harmony.

Within her mystical appearance, she was a strong woman with a well-trained will that could be glimpsed.

The heavy armor she is wearing is also covering her delicate body, but it appears to be something that requires considerable strength.

“This is a damn backwater… The creatures that come out are just small fry.”

The man says, as if it is uninteresting. What he is holding in his hand is the leg of a wolf that he just beat to death. He chews and eats it raw without even cooking it.

“It’s unsanitary. Please stop it. Father.”

“Keuh-. You don’t know anything. Monster meat is actually hygienic, you know?”

A father-daughter relationship that does not resemble each other at all.

“More importantly. You’re sure that Kleon kid is in here, right?”

“Yes. Judging from the fact that my magic power detection is reacting, the magic swordsman that Father is looking for is definitely inside the mansion.”

The man hums… and then discovers a barrier dividing the space.

“Oh. Is this it? There’s a barrier.”

“I will dispel it.”

“No. Wait, I’ll do this.”

The man laughs, “Keu keu,” and draws his sword.

A red blade.

It is unknown how much blood it has absorbed, but as it flickers like a mirage for a moment.

Slash!

The red sword, swung towards the end of the barrier, cuts the barrier in two.

“If you did it, the guy inside would notice… There wouldn’t be enough of a surprise.”

“…Is there really a reason for you to prepare such an event?”

“He’s a disciple I haven’t seen in a long time. A teacher wants to surprise his student, you know.”

The man laughs heartily, “Kehaha!” and enters the Count’s garden.

The woman sighs and quietly follows behind him.

…A place where people have disappeared.

The cleanly severed barrier reattaches as if nothing had happened.

The result of an extremely trained flash that accurately bisects the magic power without disrupting it.

It was restored by time.

Those who know that this is close to a divine skill would have recognized the man’s identity on the spot.

His name is-