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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Silence hung over the special compartment of the magic train.
Two cold corpses lay on the floor.
The bodies of Count Bainens and his loyal knight Rakan.
Thump─
The iron-masked man lightly tapped the ground.
Then he stood up again.
“All the nobles present here.”
The iron-masked man stomped his military-like boots hard.
“You’re all guilty of being bystanders.”
The iron-masked man raised his mace high again.
“I’ll kill you all.”
A wild killing intent flowed from the iron-masked man’s entire body.
As if truly declaring that he would kill all the nobles present here.
At that moment, someone stood up from behind.
It was Yuma, the man with ash-gray hair.
“You’re saying strange things.”
Yuma stood in front of the iron-masked man.
Suddenly, this guy in an iron mask had barged in, recited the crimes of a count, and then smashed his head with a mace.
Yuma had thought to leave it alone if he quietly disappeared after that.
If those crimes were true, the guy deserved to die.
But then he suddenly leaked a brutish killing intent and declared he would kill everyone.
Yuma felt Cloney’s body, sitting to his right, trembling slightly.
That’s why he stood up.
‘I’ll deal with one guy first.’
He had already used up today’s
If he had to face multiple opponents, the answer was to defeat them one by one.
Thump thump─
But more boot sounds were heard from behind.
“Stop, Hecard.”
Yuma turned his head back.
The person who called the iron-masked man’s name in a young voice was a woman.
She strode forward, her long red hair fluttering.
The woman’s brow was deeply furrowed.
“Didn’t I tell you that only the guilty should be punished for their crimes?”
“Kuhahahahahahaha!”
Hecard, the iron-masked man, laughed loudly.
And then slowly stopped laughing.
“Chief, after dealing with these corrupt nobles for years, do you still not understand what kind of people these imperial nobles are?”
Hecard, who had been laughing, suddenly started grinding his teeth.
“If we move so softly, we’ll never achieve the new dawn you said we should die for!!”
Yuma felt an inexplicable strong sense of discomfort from Hecard’s words.
Not from Hecard’s existence itself, but from what he had just shouted.
“I’ll kill anyone who obstructs the dawn!”
Whoosh─!!
Hecard’s right hand moved.
The blood-stained mace was swung.
Towards Yuma’s head.
The chief expected to see Yuma’s head immediately crushed and fragments of flesh scattered.
Clang!
Yuma merely moved his right arm with a bored expression.
A circular light effect burst out, indicating a successful parry.
Crack───!
A crack appeared in the center of the iron mask.
The iron mask split completely.
“What… is this.”
Hecard stared blankly at his iron mask rolling on the train floor.
Then he looked down at his body.
Mysterious holes were punctured all over his body.
His heart was no longer beating.
Puhwaaaak!!
Blood burst from his limbs.
The attack power of the mace, which had been wrapped in intense aura, had been reflected back tenfold onto its owner, Hecard’s body.
Hecard’s body collapsed forward.
Ku─────ng
The train was enveloped in silence again.
The iron-masked man who had killed a high-ranking Sword Expert knight in one blow had been killed in one blow by an unknown man.
The man, Yuma, turned his body to face the figures in red uniforms who were staring at him blankly.
“Representative of First Princess Brigitte.”
He said this as he took a step forward.
“Yuma, the sword of the First Princess.”
Might as well use the title he was given.
“Who are you?”
And finally, he asked indifferently.
“…Casiella, leader of the Dawn Revolutionary Group.”
Casiella stared directly at Yuma.
The being who had mercilessly killed her subordinate.
Yuma also stared at Casiella.
“It seems you had a difference of opinion with your subordinate. You failed to manage your subordinate properly.”
Casiella swallowed hard.
She had witnessed with her own eyes Yuma’s dagger deflecting Hecard’s mace.
But she hadn’t seen anything properly after that.
Not a single one of the numerous attacks that had struck Hecard’s body, now a cold corpse.
‘The gap…!’
The fact that she, a master-level swordsman, hadn’t noticed anything meant that he was a monster far beyond the realm of masters.
That man who leaked no fighting spirit, no killing intent, just staring at the world with boredom.
Yuma looked at the 15 people in red uniforms standing behind Casiella, the red-haired woman in front of him.
Moreover, he saw about 5 more people rushing to this special compartment from the rear car.
‘I can’t handle it if they all rush me at once.’
He had to bluff.
Based on the divinity he had just shown.
“You have only two choices.”
Yuma raised his head arrogantly.
“Either die by my hand. Or all of you kneel down here now and wait to be arrested when the train stops at the next station.”
“Chief, what nonsense is this madman spouting? Why are you listening to this nonsense!”
A blonde magician who had just rushed in and hadn’t witnessed Hecard’s death swung his staff.
Rumble!
Blue lightning rushed towards Yuma.
It was Thunder Strike, a 6th circle lightning magic.
Yuma swung
The tip of the blade precisely touched three streaks of lightning.
Kwaaaaang!
The Thunder Strike, amplified tenfold in power, pierced right through the magician’s body.
The magician didn’t even have time to feel pain.
Because his brain was fried the moment the lightning struck his crown.
His body didn’t even retain its shape.
Only a pile of dark ashes remained on the floor.
“Choose one of the two.”
Yuma continued his words that had been interrupted by the magician.
“……..”
A long silence fell.
What broke that silence was.
“Uweeeeeek!”
The sound of one of the 10 nobles who had been watching the confrontation between Yuma and the revolutionary group throwing up the meal they had just eaten.
A man standing behind Casiella approached her ear and whispered.
“Chief, what should we do? Retreat?”
Yeah, you can do that. Go home.
Yuma answered inwardly.
However, Casiella, the leader of the Dawn Revolutionary Group who actually heard the question, was just staring at Yuma.
“…You said your name was Yuma? The sword of Her Highness the Princess?”
“That’s right.”
“Then, are you hostile to the First Prince?”
Yuma looked boredly at Casiella who was suddenly pouring questions at him.
“I suppose so.”
“…Since when did you become the sword of Her Highness the Princess?”
“This dawn.”
Because the official document had come down this dawn.
“Seeing that she recruited a monster like you, it seems Her Highness the Princess has decided to become the Emperor.”
Casiella looked again at the dead magician and Hecard.
Kill the corrupt nobles.
For the glory of the Astes Empire.
Though their personalities were dirty, they were also the ones who most fervently supported that reason for Dawn’s existence.
“Can the world change? If Her Highness Princess Brigitte becomes the Emperor.”
Yuma couldn’t read the intent behind Casiella’s question.
He was just a person who had entered this world two days ago, so he didn’t know how dirty this world was.
So he didn’t answer the question.
“Your revolution is wrong, Dawn Revolutionary leader.”
The Revolutionary leader Casiella’s brow furrowed.
The ‘sense of discomfort’ he had felt earlier.
Because Yuma recalled the reason for that discomfort, he intended to say those words.
Revolution, Dawn.
These were keywords held by a main character in the VR roguelike game
A being who started as an ill-fated encounter but eventually became a friend.
“The name ‘Dawn’ is wasted on you. If your revolutionary group’s name is derived from the revolutionary army ‘Dawn’ founded by Erestina, you’re only tarnishing that name.”
Casiella’s expression went blank.
“You know Erestina?”
Yuma noticed a visible disturbance in Casiella’s face.
As expected.
Was this part connected to the world of
If those bastards had created this damn world, it wouldn’t be strange for there to be parts like this.
It’s common to pay homage by incorporating elements from previous works.
“She’s a friend.”
“…A friend?”
“It was a brief connection, but we were friends who had each other’s backs. A friend, but also someone worthy of respect.”
A being who ran a bar and genuinely provided shelter and food to struggling vagrants.
A genius who used her brilliant mind to swallow up the country’s commercial rights and used that to make fools of corrupt nobles.
“If you’ve taken the name ‘Dawn’ to carry on her will, stop here. Don’t tarnish it any further.”
Casiella still had a blank expression.
As if her soul had left her body.
Then, snapping back to reality at the call of one of her subordinates, she looked over her 18 subordinates who were focusing only on her and spoke in a low voice.
“…We’re returning.”
The subordinates nodded without any objection.
They had all witnessed Yuma’s overwhelming power.
Rip─!
18 people simultaneously tore their return teleport scrolls.
“Th-Those crazy revolutionary bastards!! They ran away!”
One viscount who had been trembling in the corner shouted, pointing at the air.
A baron, smoothing back his graying forelock, slowly approached Yuma.
“A-Are you really Yuma, appointed as the sword of Her Highness the First Princess?”
Yuma didn’t even look at the baron.
“You’re noisy. I’m tired, don’t disturb my rest.”
Step…
And he walked away in a manner that anyone would see as elegant and noble.
A noble walk that seemed far from tiredness.
But that was a forced nobility created by the Noble trait.
Yuma was indeed in a state steeped in fatigue where he could fall asleep the moment he closed his eyes.
Each parry required that much concentration.
As Yuma walked towards his seat where Cloney would be waiting, the face of a red-haired woman flashed in his mind.
The face of Erestina, the NPC who had become a friend in ‘Loop Blood’.
She always greeted him with a smile.
It was just in a game, but seeing that smile made him feel good.
-”Don’t be so stingy, you’re going to drink today, right? Shall we have a drink together?”
‘Come to think of it.’
There had never been any mention of her aftermath after parting on the island.
Until the end of the game when he defeated the Immortal King.
Yuma, who had been lost in thought for a moment, soon shook his head.
‘Loop Blood is just a game, after all.’
Unlike this damn world.
Loop Blood was purely a game.
It was natural that the lives of all the characters weren’t dealt with in detail, it was just a game.
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Night had fully fallen, darkness settling in.
“…”
Casiella opened the door to the Revolutionary leader’s office.
On the desk in the leader’s office was a black and white photograph.
Casiella picked up the frame containing that photo.
“Mother.”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“I thought no one would remember, but that’s not true. Someone remembered you, mother.”
-It was a brief connection, but we were friends who had each other’s backs. A friend, but also someone worthy of respect.
“…You had a friend who remembered you, mother.”
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The pronouns are mixed up…TL?
I guess it’s corrected now
Why did he say that? What if someone who knew her asks who he is, he could have said he was a fan of acquaintance
Why is this chapter different from the last chapter. This red hair woman was not there, and the mace dude never died last chapter?