Ex Strongest Swordsman Longs For Magic In Different World

345 Hope For Doom

There was a dull sound.

It sounds continuously with the muffled voice, and every time it splashes red and black liquid.

The hard to hear voice was a groan of bitterness, i.e. a blunt sound was a striking sound.

In the middle of the vast hall, two men are beating each other up.

No... can't we call it a beating already?

Because one rides horseback to the other, beating him unilaterally.

The consciousness of those who are being beaten is already uncertain, and still the fist that is swung down will not stop.

Beating, beating, beating... the other guy stopped moving with Pickle and finally stopped.

The man's mouth is loose as he continues to breathe roughly -

"- What's up? Why 'd you stop your arm?

To his audible voice, he made his face cramp as he made Vikri and his body jump.

It was in the back of the hall that the man turned his face as it was.

It is a step higher than where the man is, and only one chair is placed.

And the person sitting there looked bored about the man.

"Uh... no, 'cause I'm not moving anymore..."

"Ho...? Which..."

When the person stood up to the man's words, he approached him unconstitutionally.

The appearance is intimidating just because it is there, and the man unconsciously or spits.

A person walking up close peeked in about the man under the man...... snorted.

"You... remember what I said? I thought you said hit each other till one of them died.

"Well, that's... because..."

- There's a stupid picture.

Moment after moment, the person grabbed the man's face and sounded like he was crushing something.

The body of the man who lost his power flutters and falls to the ground.

With the dull clash sound, the loose red and black liquid spread to the ground.

"Shit... Shit, does this make my shoes dirty? But okay. More than that, the man there."

To the call, a man who was being beaten opened his eyes thinly.

Perhaps he had been conscious for some time.

He understands the situation, and his mouth slowly shapes the grin...

- Dumb.

Shortly afterwards, red and black liquid splashed around with the sound of something bursting.

My nose sounds grumpy as I watch my own feet slapped.

"Did you think it would help? You're a loser, you can't possibly help."

Then when he snorts again, he goes back to his chair without even hiding his grump and hips somewhat.

And most importantly, lift the arm that's dripping red and black liquid...

- Hey, lick it.

The words were swarmed with shadows.

As if it were the food given to them on the verge of starvation, when they gather in their lifted arms, they lick the liquid with their tongues.

They were women.

There is no cloth wrapped around his body, and he is exposed to what he was born to be.

But the face is never fun.

Though the grin was floating, it was clearly convulsive and even fearful in its eyes.

"Hmm... the idea of letting a brother and one of them beat each other to death was something I thought was funny when I came up with it, but is this what it would be like if I actually tried it? If this is the case, we should make each other offend... no, it's just dirty. And if so, should we let them do it with brothers and sisters? Well, not until I've done enough first... but in front of my brother anyway, are you happy? And then..."

Sounds like you're doing whatever you want.

To the audible voice, the person - Isaac Veritas - never behaved surprised.

Looking at the women, she makes a somewhat frightened voice.

"What, you were here? You should have just spoken up, was that an interesting spectacle? I couldn't do it."

'Funny, that's a little different. Interesting, in one way or another, is more correct. - Whether you're the target or not.

"Ha, I see. That way. What, are you complaining about something? I'm just doing what I want, okay? Just like I was told."

'No matter, there's no way I'm complaining. That's why I told you. Interesting, he said. Because you weren't before. Wouldn't you? - The Second Prince of the Kingdom of Veritas "

"- Ha."

Isaac snorted at the words that indicated himself.

Crap, but I said so.

Probably who I was in the past, though.

"Second prince, or... when they called me that, I was a real idiot. But that's why I really appreciate Temeer, right? Hey, demon."

'... right. I don't feel bad for being appreciated, but I don't think I'm doing so much of a big deal?

"There's no way, is there? Temeer gave me this power and... more than anything else, policy."

"Policy...? I don't remember giving you that?

That was true.

Though Sole did give Isaac strength, that's all he did.

I don't remember telling you to do anything, I just told you to live as you please.

"It was the words" live as you please "that mattered to me. I've lived my whole life like someone told me. But I didn't have to do anything. You can kill the one you wanted to kill, and you should have done the one you wanted to commit. I didn't even know that I lived to suppress my greed until Temeer told me that word. Well, I wouldn't have been able to do anything with my cancer back then."

'Well... well, if it's about living the way you like it, there's nothing particularly to say from me'

"Ha, right. You don't have to tell me. I'm on my own, all right? Well, I think it's time to do something because I'm the only one who enjoys it. Besides, I'm the only one who enjoys the next king."

'As I already said. Whatever you want. If that's what you wanted, I'll welcome and bless you from the bottom of my heart'

The words were sincere.

That's why he hasn't given anything but power, and Isaac's seemingly leopardy appearance is just that he wanted it so.

If he wanted to, he would have been able to restructure the country in a way that was truly at their current heights.

But he never wanted it that way.

What Isaac wanted was who he is now, and that's fine.

Don't forget what you want.

The world will perish as a result, but what is the problem with that?

At least Isaac must die satisfied at that moment.

Only then will it prove right that the world will perish.

"... for the sake of proof, you can live as you please"

"Ah? Did I say something?

"What, I just said you look like you're having fun and more than anything else"

"Ha, right. Well, not so much now, to be honest. This is really gonna be fun, okay? It's something you have to enjoy."

That being said, Isaac hoisted the edge of his mouth to expect something.

He says he's not that good, but he's enjoying himself enough.

But that's it, squeal.

It has to be.

Hoping to keep pushing me to the demise of the world, Sole just kept looking at the man of his choice.