Helmut: The Forsaken Child - Chapter 390

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He looked closely at the mask covering Helmut’s face and muttered.

“I think I understand.”

My focus, which had been blurred for a moment, quickly returned.

“It was in Bashor. Four years ago, I was defeated by a boy there. Although he had incredible skills, he had more than just talent. A sword that carries the weight of the person who put his or her life on the sword. “He was a man with countless stories that were hard to imagine as the criminal.”

He lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled.

“You’ve grown a lot, Hyde. I don’t know why he always hides himself so much, but it seems like it’s still not resolved. “You still use pseudonyms insincerely.”

Hyde was an old pseudonym. A person who knows nothing about himself. Nevertheless, one who knows something intuitively.

Conversation with such a person evoked a strange feeling.

Helmut muttered his name to himself.

‘Hutton.’

When I looked at the bracket, I thought it might be that nonsense, but when I got up on stage, it was really that waste.

However, the other person did not seem to recognize Helmut at all, as his appearance had changed from when he had seen him before.

Although there was no need to remind him, Helmut impulsively told him who he was.

As if I could feel my own presence standing here.

“…Nice to meet you.”

Helmut spat out. Same opponent. But if what existed between them then was a river, now it has become a sea.

There was no more time for small talk. The signal rang.

Slut!

Helmut’s sword rushed through the air with a sound as if it were tearing space apart.

Okay!

The first strike was blocked, but the second sword left a gash on Hutton’s arm.

“Tsk!”

Even as he groaned, Hutton’s eyes remained sharp. He desperately tried to read Helmut’s movements.

However, the sword filled with gray energy was drawing an immeasurable trajectory before his eyes.

A sword that digs in without slowing down or paying attention.

It’s like death that no one can avoid. The terrifying and merciless blade of the Shinigami!

Hutton instinctively resisted his sword. Instincts that have become more refined and sharpened through countless battles.

However, despite his resistance, the match was decided in just a few minutes.

Tsk tsk!

The sound of the sword hitting the floor rang out in an unfamiliar way.

“Dark victory!”

After Helmut’s crude pseudonym was shouted, cheers broke out a moment later.

Wow! Hutton was a well-known mercenary. What the audience felt at Helmut’s ability to overwhelmingly overpower him was not admiration but astonishment.

His skill in defeating his opponents in the preliminaries with one sword has already become famous, but he may have been lucky and met an easy opponent.

As of today, those doubts have been completely dispelled.

Helmut lightly held Hutton’s hand and muttered.

“My skills have become more useful than before.”

There was more progress than the Hutton of memory. Although it wasn’t his best effort, Hutton resisted surprisingly well. Defeat was just a natural progression.

“upstart! “You’re definitely stronger than before.”

Hutton’s expression was strange. He seemed angry and fed up. Anyone of Hutton’s skill level would be unfamiliar with overwhelming defeat.

But I had to admit it. That he was completely defeated.

‘I never thought I would lose right away in the first match of the finals.’

Even though my luck was bad, it was too bad. How dare I meet someone like this.

“What kind of life have you lived?”

Helmut did not respond to his words. Instead, he also asked a question.

“It looks like he participates in martial arts competitions quite often.”

“I tend to compete when I get the chance. “There is a prize money at stake, and it is important for a mercenary to meet various opponents and develop a sense of practical combat.”

However, Helmut did not have many opponents who could help him develop his sense of practical combat. Hutton is like a low stepping stone.

Hutton asked suddenly.

“Do you remember anything else I said back then?”

Helmut quickly recalled his memories. What did he say then?

‘Please shake my hand. ‘I think you’ll be in a position where I won’t even be able to hold your hand.’

Helmut nodded silently. Hutton wrapped his arms around himself and chuckled.

It is not difficult to control the flow of blood with a Visor. It wasn’t a deep wound, so the bleeding stopped quickly.

“If I were a prophet, what I said to you back then would come true.”

For a moment, a flash of light passed through Helmut’s eyes. Hutton clearly saw a ray of light piercing his abyss.

Helmut had a picture. Hutton does not know, but it is a picture that must be achieved through this martial arts event.

Helmut answered slowly.

“Then I might have to find you again.”

“If you ever need to see me, you can always find me through the mercenary guild.”

That was also what Hutton said. He grinned and shook his head.

“Really? I don’t want that to happen. “It looks like it’s going to be a tough job if you call me.”

Helmut did not believe that he had precognitive abilities. But somehow, there was something I felt while looking at Hutton.

That he will meet Lee Ja once again in the unknown future.

“You won’t run away, right?”

“I’m a mercenary, so if I can make money, I’ll fight.”

Hutton burst into laughter and waved his hand.

“Good luck. “Since you defeated me, I hope you win this martial arts competition.”

With those last words, Hutton left the stage. Helmut looked behind him and turned his back. The first step went smoothly.

Are there any variables that may not go smoothly in the future?

‘If what Elaga said is correct, then yes.’

Among these, there may be the only variable that poses a threat to Helmut.

Because divine power was an absolute threat to those with demonic energy.

This is because divine power belongs to this world and is a power that originated to protect the world, while demonic energy comes from another world.

Because it is foreign, demonic energy awakens and strengthens those who use it faster than any other power, as if it were breaking the body and soul, but it was vulnerable to divine power. Because there is no power that only has strengths.

‘But it’s not just Magi that I have.’

Rather, the magic he possessed was minimal compared to Vis.

But ironically, the little Magi was able to exert control over all of his Vis. As I have already experienced.

Helmut took a deep breath as he got off the stage.

He had to take steps. There was still a little more left to reach the summit. If you keep going quietly, you will reach the end.

“Did you just see it? “Has anyone seen it properly?”

“Dark? “Where did such a talented person come from?”

“Isn’t Hutton a mercenary of great skill? “He almost never fails when he receives a request!”

“The stakes are so high that even though the quality of this martial arts competition has improved…”

“The future is going to be exciting!”

With excited murmurs dominating the crowd, Helmut left the martial arts venue. With everyone’s eyes focused on him, two golden eyes were watching him.

It was a small presence, as if he was holding his breath.

The man who participated in this martial arts competition as a prosecutor, hiding his identity and hiding himself, was also one of the finalists who attracted attention.

For him, winning the martial arts competition is not something that is taken for granted, but something that must be achieved.

So, without letting down his guard, he went out to watch the competition in person to check the condition of the strong candidates for the championship.

And the contestant wearing the iron mask we saw today was a man of formidable skills.

A skill that can never let down its guard. But the man shook his head.

‘Because I have this.’

He stroked the sword on his belt. Humans cannot overcome the power of God. Borrowing the power of a weapon does not diminish his skills as a swordsman.

He was a man qualified to use the power of God. That qualification is not given to just anyone.

Because the choice is not made by him, but by the sword.

A man has the best qualities a human being can have.

A talent for swordsmanship that only occurs once in hundreds of years.

The path of living in the light of Lumen, like the sun in the sky, gave him a virtuous and pious heart to constantly refine his talents.

He was the first sword of Lumen. The most powerful sword.

But something bothered me. That participant named Dark was strong, but he wasn’t just strong.

In his gray vis, the man glimpsed an evil and dark force. That is a power that humans should not have.

However, it was quite possible for a human to have some magical energy.

In particular, monster hunters are always in contact with demonic energy, so you can feel the slight magical energy naturally instilled in them.

When they felt that they had accumulated demonic energy, they stopped by the temple to be purified.

The magical energy felt from the person wearing the iron mask was of a similar level.

‘But the author… there’s something sinister about it.’

It doesn’t matter how much demon energy you feel. His premonition as a paladin was telling.

Why did the man come here?

There was something about the author. It was also connected to the reason the man participated in this martial arts competition.

Ugh. As if responding, his sword made a small vibration at his waist. As if to tell you that your hunch was not wrong.

At that moment, his head moved. The man quickly lowered himself and hid himself in the crowd.

When I finally looked up, the man in the iron mask had left the scene.

I felt humiliated later. Sword of Sacred Lumen.

Why do you have to hide yourself like a rat? Something I have never experienced in my life.

But he came here to win the martial arts competition. In order to accomplish that mission, there is no problem even if you hide yourself for a while.

The man managed to control his pride.

But those black eyes. Those eyes, as if there was an abyss hidden behind the iron mask, were especially deeply engraved in my impression.

The word suddenly came out of the man’s mouth.

“Rinosa…”

The man’s eyes narrowed. I couldn’t figure out why the word Rinosa came to mind in my dark eyes.

However, for him as a paladin, premonitions cannot be ignored. My thoughts deepened.

His sword was once again sleeping quietly at his waist. Waiting for the day when he will reveal his power to the world.