9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword - Chapter 303

Episode 303

Episode 104. Randell’s Defeat (4)

An intense murder that seemed to encroach on all the space near the commander’s barracks.

The tense air weighed heavily on the shoulders of ordinary people nearby.

“Yuma.”

Natalie put her hand on Yuma’s shoulder. It was meant to calm down.

She intuitively realized who had defeated Randall. It must have been the man who killed the four special chasers.

“I don’t know what kind of bastard he is, but I’ll catch Natal Lee.”

Yuma sighed and turned around.

First of all, I had to take a look at Randel’s condition. Concern and anger arose at the same time, staining the mind.

When life was over, the guards stood up from their seats, sweating profusely.

Royce also wiped his forehead and naturally followed Yuma.

“How is Sir Lois Randell?”

“The chief medical officer said his life was not in danger. He said he was more worried about Sir Randell’s pride than his wounds.”

“Pride?”

“These are traces of being hit by one person.”

Who the hell could defeat Randell Zach, the genius knight of the Zach family?

Excluding Hugo and Duran, Yuma thought that there were a few more people in the world that even he could not be sure of.

Marlon Yugir Theron Silvers et al.

However, the most difficult opponent to guarantee among them was Randel Jacques.

Randall Jacques came back defeated.

Yuma’s steps were quick as she moved to Cheryl’s barracks. Blood seemed to ooze out of his clenched fists.

“Commander!”

Cheryl and her hand-picked healer doctors were gathered in the medical captain’s barracks.

As soon as Randell was injured, Seril made an emergency call.

Cheryl was concentrating all her energy on gathering magic in her hands, but Randell’s wound did not feel like it would be sealed easily.

I could see a long cut that stretched from the shoulder blades to the bottom of the waist. It was a wound on Randall’s back.

Yuma carefully examined the back of Randel, who was lying on his stomach, unconscious.

‘Sir Randall… did you mean to show your back?’

A hideous wound, as if it had been scratched by a beast.

It seemed that it was cut with a sword, and it seemed that it was not a sword. As soon as Yuma saw the wound, he understood why Natalie said something confusing.

Ever since I held the sword, I’ve seen countless traces of it. Not only the traces left on one’s own body, but also the traces left by oneself and the traces left by others.

Just by looking at those traces, I could tell what swordsmanship he was using, and how powerful that swordsmanship was.

But not now. Yuma clung to Randel with an expression of disbelief.

As far as Yuma knew, Hugo and Duran were the only ones who could slash Randall one-on-one.

In other words, it meant that the guy who made Randall like this was a land master-class person.

Even someone unfamiliar with swords would know that this wound was inflicted by one person.

“Cheryl. Isn’t your life in danger?”

“yes. It’s a big wound, but as long as you’re careful about infection, there’s nothing wrong with it. But right now, my magical power is weak, so it seems inevitable that scars will remain.”

“If it hadn’t been for Tulka, I would have lost Lord Randell.”

Yuma was convinced that Tulka had saved Randall’s life. If it were Randell, he would never run away even if he felt like he would be pushed back.

Perhaps Tulka took the collapsing Randel and hurriedly escaped the spot.

No matter how strong the opponent was, he wouldn’t have been able to catch up with Tulka’s speed as long as he was a human.

Bang!

Yuma was startled and looked down.

Randall suddenly woke up and grabbed Yuma’s hand.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…

Randel barely let out a groan, as if it was too much for him to say. Yuma leaned over and brought her face close to him.

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know… bastard.”

“All right.”

“I shrugged his shoulder too…

“Stop talking, Sir Randall. We need stability.”

“Never… fight him.”

Randel, who had lost consciousness again, shook his head. Yuma left the barracks after exchanging a few words with Cheryl.

He was silent for a while, biting his pipe. The haze of smoke rising continuously seemed to represent Yuma’s feelings.

It was up to Natalie and Lois to fall into anxiety watching that scene.

‘You don’t know? Someone I don’t know… cut Sir Randell’s back?’

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand it.

Judging from what he was saying, it seemed that Randall had not lost because he was careless, but had fought with all his might.

One responsibility and one desire came to mind.

A sense of responsibility as commander-in-chief, not to be rash at the personal defeat of his subordinates.

And, as a pure soldier, he has a maddeningly strong desire to mix swords with an unknown strongman.

Of course, it was right to focus more on the former.

Even if you are not a commander-in-chief, but a general, you will have to choose a great sense of responsibility over personal self-interest during a war.

“Lois.”

The pipe blew smoke to make it hot, and finally Yuma opened his mouth.

“Yes, Commander-in-Chief.”

“It is an emergency. For now, the march is suspended.”

Lois understood Yuma’s will and didn’t ask any more. And he thought that Yuma’s choice was the correct answer.

There is an ambush in the reconnaissance area where there is an unmanned force large enough to defeat Randell Jacques.

Moving troops without knowing what the monster intended was tantamount to driving them down a cracked icy road.

If the opponent was a grandmaster, 50,000 troops would be useless.

If he started attacking troops on the march in a hit-and-run fashion, he would inevitably suffer an irreversible blow.

“Inform the entire military of an emergency and strengthen vigilance. And select the ten strongest warriors within an hour.”

“Yes, I understand. But may I ask the reason for guessing the ten unmanned people?”

Whoops! When Yuma whistled, Tulka, who had been lying down in the dark, jumped out in front of Yuma.

Yuma climbed into the tulka and continued.

“From now on, I’m going to find the guy who made Sir Randell like that. They will move leaving traces, so when ten people are selected, chase after them.”

Lois immediately agreed, and Natalie couldn’t.

“What are you talking about?”

“Natalie, keep those ten drones under your control. Look at Sir Randall, he’s against us, and he’s likely the grandmaster. Besides, they haven’t moved very far yet, so we need to hurry up and check them out.”

“Isn’t it because you just want to fight?”

“no. This is your best decision. I’ll chase him down, figure out his intentions, and see if we can talk or negotiate.

I will never rush into a fight, so pick out 10 warriors and come after them.”

Yuma was just doing what he had to do as commander-in-chief.

Putting aside the judgment based on personal vengeance or desire, the urgent priority was to find out the bastard’s identity.

Natalie examined Yuma’s expression and nodded.

“Try to come after me as quickly as possible. And Lois.”

“yes.”

“Ragatino Rollmandi. Do you have any idea how strong he is?”

“The Commander-in-Chief of the Demon Army is also a tremendous force. But I know Galos is stronger.”

“Are you sure he accepted the power of the demons too?”

“Yes, Ragatino Rollmandi is also possessed by demons.”

“i get it.”

Then Lagatino Rollmandi was not the culprit. There was no demonic feeling in the long cuts on Randel’s body.

Natalie’s intuition was not wrong.

It was certain that it was human work.

Lois hastily brought some flares. Yuma took it and immediately started Tulka.

Tulka must have been running for several hours already and showed no sign of exhaustion.

Rather, the sound of breathing was rough, as if angry.

It wasn’t often that Tulka reacted like this.

Dark clouds were still blocking the moonlight. The desert at dawn was terribly cold, and today felt exceptionally colder.

ominous

Yuma squeezed Ascalon’s handle tightly as she passed through the dark sand dunes.

Tulka was running at full speed in search of the spot where Randel had met him.

While going, Yuma wondered what the guy’s true identity could be.

‘Is there another hidden strongman I don’t know about in the east? No matter how much I think about it, the front and back don’t match…

If there was a guy like that, at least Rugal would have given me a word.

He knew almost everything that happened in the East, including Alpenter.

Juan Spaser had never mentioned that there was a particularly strong player in the East, except for Theron.

Duran and Hugo were the same.

‘If you’re a real grandmaster, there’s no way people in the world won’t know about it.’

Only seven people in history have been recognized as great grandmasters.

Archmage Resol Changsin Sugar Roll Mandy Mantu of Flame Queen of Dawn Brienne Half-Dragon of Misfortune Pidgin Carta Knight King Duran Zach Ogre Slayer Hugo.

And Yuma firmly believed that the eighth was himself.

‘But maybe I’m on my way to meet the eighth grandmaster now?’

Had it been like that for an hour?

Tulka arrived at the very spot where Randell had been defeated.

Although the savage wind in the desert at dawn had erased many of the traces, the traces of Nome and Randel’s struggle to the death were still evident.

The sand was deeply dug, soot was everywhere, and fragments of Aura were everywhere, like unextinguished embers.

And in the middle of it, one person who was sitting in the middle of the day.

There was nothing more to see.

The author must be the one who made Randel that way.

He wasn’t running away or hiding himself.

A blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his left shoulder caught Yuma’s eyes.

It was an injury from the fight with Randel.

“…They survived and sent them off, so they came back. Or did the spirit creature make a foolish choice?”

It was a human voice. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet.

Yuma got off the tulka at a distance from him. Even at a distance of more than 100 meters, his voice could be heard clearly.

“ah! no It’s a different guy.”

“I came to ask why you hurt my friend.”

Yuma slowly approached him and said.

“Nowadays, unmanned people even know how to say strange things. Does a warrior need a reason to fight a strong man?”

It was a relaxed way of speaking, as if it were a Zen dialogue.

“I don’t need it. Depending on the reason, I will decide whether to save you or kill you.”

For a moment he did not answer. Yuma got close to half way and didn’t close the distance any further.

Did you have a good feeling or just luck that you stopped there?”

“Answer whatever I ask. Why did you attack Sir Randall?”

“A friend who has no manners towards him or you or his seniors. And…

he opened his eyes slowly. Yuma was startled and focused his attention on the guy’s face.

A blaze, a blaze… His eyes were on fire. No, instead of eyeballs, there were flames burning fiercely where the eyes should be.

“Why are you wearing my armor?”

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