To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 560

Episode 560 The Strange Soldier, Misunderstandings (9)

Defeated?

Are you talking about yourself?

I asked, filled with bewilderment.

“You mean my sword is worse than before?”

what do you do with the answer

Ray picked up a wooden sword for practice lying around.

“You said motion was blocked in the past, right? Try blocking my sword with that blocked motion.”

He speaks and raises his sword.

It’s just a wooden sword.

There was no way that the proper power could come out, but his expression was dry.

Ray replayed the same movement Sylveria had shown earlier.

from bottom to top.

The sword, which had been slowly and slowly connected, poured out smoothly like water flowing.

As three sword strikes landed on her side in an instant, Silveria, who had been standing in a daze, hurriedly came to her senses and took a jockeying ceremony.

“Haap!”

Let’s stab the sword awkwardly with a short spirit.

Turong-!

Ray’s wooden sword suddenly flew out of his hand and rolled on the ground.

She looked at Sylveria as if wondering what Ray, who had lightly shaken her hands to relieve her strength.

“How is it to see you face to face?”

“…”

I can’t believe it.

Dumbfounded, she looked down at her hands.

His own sword, which he thought was both a quick sword and a defeated sword, was completely useless.

It was a sword attack that had no pulse to the extent that it was easily blocked with just one action of stabbing the sword in the middle.

As if he was quite shocked, he couldn’t even answer.

Ray said scratching the back of his head.

“Actually, if you spend a little more mana or have good strength from the beginning, it will be useful.”

“That means…”

Ray nodded.

“that’s right. It is less efficient to use more mana and there is a limit to wielding it with force. It is not suitable for a woman to wield.”

Sylveria bit her lip.

What I cherished as enlightenment was actually an illusion.

As much as I was excited all day, I was also very disappointed.

Seeing her depressed and staring at the floor, Ray wasn’t happy either.

‘How can you talk about this?’

It seems that he has a lot of heartache.

For both swordsmen and wizards, the loss of enlightenment is a painful law.

Soldiers who were immersed in sparring came into Ray’s eyes as he looked around to see if there was anything missing.

woman.

fence.

Two words intertwined in my head.

“That’s it!”

“yes?”

When he suddenly shouted, Sylveria was taken aback and asked a question.

“That’s it! That will be your breakthrough!”

That’s it.

Sylveria’s gaze turned to his fingertips.

There, instead of the vicious spirit, there were vicious generals wielding swords.

“Haaaaa!”

“Huh!”

The edification of big men.

Raise your little finger when exchanging swords.

Seeing them sneak up on their heels as they back away raises eyebrows.

It’s a swordsmanship that shouldn’t have been born into this world.

It was hundreds of years too early for mankind to understand that swordsmanship.

Even he, who saw his crazy swordsmanship as a breakthrough, began to look bad at the same time.

“I don’t want to hear jokes.”

It seems that I took it as a joke.

I looked at my eyes and hugged the sword tightly.

Instead of answering, Ray suddenly threw Sylveria’s sword on the floor.

“What is the joke? Hurry up and ask the pioneers to learn.”

“Learning pears… How could the count’s daughter do such vulgar swordsmanship…”

“That’s rude! If you knew what kind of swordsmanship that was, you wouldn’t be able to say that?”

Seeing him suddenly get angry, Sylveria was a little discouraged.

“Uh, what kind of swordsmanship is this…”

“I can’t tell you anything, but I can tell you in my name. It is not a swordsmanship that can be learned lightly.”

It was a swordsmanship derived from the secret swordsmanship of the Duke of Trey.

If Zeke had seen it, he would have wailed, but it was not a very bare-bones swordsmanship.

Did you see the sincerity in his expression?

Silveria, who had been thinking about it for a long time, became a little tempted.

“Is that true?”

“If you are great, you can even fly an aura blade.”

In fact, Zeke is not wrong as he throws his Aura Blade like a sword.

Every prosecutor’s dream.

It is only when you reach the highest level that you can even dream.

When he persuaded them by selling even aura blades, Silveria, who had thin ears, began to appreciate them little by little.

Looking at Ray, Sylveria pondered for a while and then picked up the sword with a determined face.

“…great. I want to learn.”

“Good idea. Even if you practice for a few days, you will see results little by little.”

In Ray’s view, that swordsmanship was problematic for a man to wield.

Rather than pushing it with force, it is not suitable for men because it is necessary to gently wrap it and finely adjust the mana to keep the center without falling.

However, if a woman wields it, the story is different.

The sword pouring down from the waist will become an object of fear to many swordsmen.

Even if it’s a bad swordsmanship.

The root of it was the secret swordsmanship of the Duke of Trey, so even if it looked sloppy, there was an uprightness inside.

Perhaps if you devote yourself to training for just one month, you will be better than you are now.

“As long as you can endure it for a month.”

It makes my hamstrings tingle just by looking at it, so what if I opened it myself?

If the priests or priests had seen it, they would have thought it was a ritual of black magicians and would have rushed in right away.

Seeing Sylveria approaching the soldiers and asking for lessons, Ray decided not to go to the gymnasium for the time being.

* * *

Inside the office filled with the smell of old books.

As the morning sunlight entered through the cracks in the window, Count Sylvester straightened his back.

“I guess I’ll get some rest now.”

He took a sip of the tea.

Even though it had cooled down for a long time, the black tea that still had a reverberation went down my throat.

I can’t even remember how long I’ve been taking a break.

When Count Sylvester was enjoying his leisure time.

Someone knocked on the door of the office.

smart-.

“Come in.”

Gide opened the door and came in.

With a light smile on his lips, he greeted me politely.

“Good night.”

At that, Count Sylvester laughed as if he was having fun.

“ha ha ha. Wasn’t it the same as not being able to sleep? Or are you protesting against me?”

“I was just complaining for a while. I have something more to tell you.”

Gide handed the count a letter that looked classy even to the looks of it.

“This is a letter from the Crozes. Danju personally sent it in his own handwriting.”

At those words, Count Sylvester received the letter as if a little unexpectedly.

“It’s the Croze Corps. Isn’t it the biggest guild in the area?”

“yes. It looks like they want to strike a deal with our guild.”

Count Sylvester was greatly surprised.

Only three days had passed since the guild appeared in earnest.

But did he even send a letter in order to make a deal with a rising guild like them?

Count Sylvester took another sip of black tea to see if his throat was burning, and leaned back in his chair.

“Looks like what you’ve been doing has paid off.”

“I guess so.”

For the past few days, Count Sylvester and Gide have been busy arranging the upper ranks transferred from Ray.

Even going to skip meals, I connected places that could be traded here and there.

Watching the central aristocrats, they also readily agreed to the deal when they realized that the top half of the halfman was in the back of the count’s back.

Not too long ago, it was possible to join a merchant association, albeit a small one.

In addition, this time, the giant merchant company asked for a deal by hand, so things couldn’t have worked out better than this.

Opportunities to raise funds gradually increase.

The two of them were happy even though their bodies were tired, so they seemed like they were going to die.

“I’m worried that something big will happen if this happens. Hasn’t the family been this good in a few years?”

“It can all be attributed to the Holy Son.”

“yes. But… with help, we must keep our promise.”

At those words, Count Sylvester nodded.

“Since you have received grace, it is natural to repay it.”

“…yes.”

Seeing that the reply was delayed, it seemed that the promise was bothering him quite a bit.

Count Sylvester laughed.

“Is it worth it?”

“Oh, what a waste! How could the benefactor who saved the family…”

“Tell me honestly. I already know that you are interested in the Great Race. I also understand that you want to know where the dragon lair is by yourself.”

“…”

Gide’s face turned red.

On the other hand, a benevolent smile bloomed on Count Sylvester’s face.

He is a son who is always thorough and does not want to show any gaps.

Even though he denies it with his mouth, how can he not know what is inside as a father?

“If you don’t like it, I’ll ask my saint.”

The Count’s words came to Gide the sweetest of all.

If it is possible, I want only myself to know the place until the moment I die.

However, in his opinion, it was not a man’s duty to go into debt and withdraw.

Doesn’t seem worth thinking about.

Gide opened his mouth with difficulty and let out the words.

“I will guide you personally.”

Count Sylvester, proud of his son’s choice, deliberately shook his head pretending to be nothing.

“I deserved help. With that help, we were able to stand up, so we must pay it back. Although the footsteps of the great race are precious to you, you must succeed your father in the future and continue the life of the count.”

The Count, who slowly closed and opened his eyes, put his hand on Gide’s shoulder.

“The choice you make also requires the courage to give up something precious.”

Gide looked at his father.

decades.

or hundreds of years.

The last king’s will.

The family’s fidelity.

Also, as a servant, the order he had kept.

Count Sylvester’s pupils contained all of that.

Only then did Gide realize.

‘Even if the territory is taken away and the mansion disappears… the Sylvester family doesn’t disappear.’

It means that the true family name was passed on by the head of the household, not Yeongji.