Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Episode 1247. Probably the ‘those who received the trust’

Louis Caste, the vice-captain of the Stan Mercenary Corps, was a knight of the Royal Knights of the Principality of Tofla.

While on the road to success, he was expelled from the Royal Knights for raping the Viscountess.

The consequences of a felony are mild.

That was possible because Louis, the nymphomaniac, had excellent swordsmanship skills.

He once won a duel as a champion of a Supreme Court justice, and rumors spread throughout the social world that he escaped severe punishment because of that relationship.

As Baron Howard Solon’s throat went, dry saliva gulp down.

If you go out as a great warrior and win, you should at least consider yourself a sword expert.

On the other hand, he hears the sound of a genius magician, but he is still a sword beginner.

Magic is the variable, but I don’t know how well it will work against sword experts.

Stan’s mercenary corps deputy leader, Louis Caste, saw his shaking eyes, and ridicule came to his face.

“bantling. Do you think you suddenly have no confidence after shouting out loud? Are your eyes shaking like a frightened girl?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“What if?”

“…”

Baron Howard Solon hesitated for a moment.

If you continue to talk nonsense, you have no choice but to fight, but you do not have the spirit.

However, it is not possible to go away like this.

He just strained his eyes and glared at his opponent.

Then Louis Caste smiled round and round and asked again.

“What if I continue? Why are you suddenly speechless? Are you really scared?”

At the opponent’s mockery, Howard Solon squeezed out.

“Somehow I have to shut it up.”

“how? Are you going to ejaculate with words? Then, try to ejaculate. I said, ‘Please don’t do that.’”

“…”

“If you want to live as a child, lower your eyes and quietly crawl into your place. Your bluff may have worked in the Marquis of Solon, but the world doesn’t. Go when you speak.”

When the opponent mentioned the Marquess of Solon, Baron Howard Solon’s face contorted.

‘Crying!’ The rising anger suppressed the wariness of the opponent.

“I told you to shut up!”

With his horse, Baron Howard Solon rushed at Louis Caste.

It was a narrow room, so he thought about hand-to-hand combat rather than pulling out a longsword.

But it was rather to his detriment.

For Louis Caste, who wandered the world of mercenaries, hand-to-hand combat was a part of life.

Louis Caste avoided Baron Howard Solon’s fist with a slight twist of his upper body.

Then, like lightning, Louis Caste’s hand moved.

‘slam!’ With a crackling sound, Baron Howard Solon’s head jerked.

Baron Howard Solon reached out again to catch the opponent, but Louis Caste, who was used to fighting, did not allow it.

slam! slam! slam!

After three blows on the cheek, Baron Howard Solon knew he was no match for him in a physical fight.

As he backtracked, he convulsively drew out his longsword.

Then, Louis Caste said with a fishy smile.

“My son, if I draw my sword, you will surely die. No, even if I don’t die, at least one arm will fall off. Are you still going to finish it?”

“Stop talking bullshit and pull out the knife!”

“If it’s your wish to become an asshole, there’s nothing I won’t grant.”

Louis Caste slowly drew his longsword.

At this point, it was okay to neutralize one of Baron Solon’s party.

Then it will be a little easier when you use your hands in the Great Forest.

As Louis Caste drew his sword, Baron Howard Solon raised his mana.

Baron Howard Solon’s long sword bore the same mana force as proof of a sword beginner.

However, Louis Caste just watched with a smile on his face.

At the mocking attitude of the other party, ‘Fast deuk!’ Baron Howard Solon, who was gnashing his teeth, cast a weight spell on himself just before moving.

The heavy weight of the longsword in his hand disappeared and his body became light as if he could fly.

When he was ready, he made a quick dash.

Cha Cha Cha Cha Chang-!

As many as five consecutive attacks, Louis Caste responded casually.

When the final blow was blocked, Baron Howard Solon exchanged longswords with his opponent and took a moment to catch his breath.

To him like that, Louis Caste spoke with eyes shining cold like a snake.

“Are you out of breath already after swinging it a few times? You drew a knife in front of me with that kind of skill? I should have told you, but the world

is different from the Marquis of Solon, so don’t be bluffing.”

“…”

Baron Howard Solon could not answer.

It was because he knew that he was no match for him in this one contest.

In the eyes of Louis Caste, he was too young to live.

“It’s time to pay for your bluff, kid.”

With his horse, Louis Caste pushed Baron Howard Solon roughly.

Baron Howard Solon, who had been pushed back from strength and spirit, shuddered and took a backward step.

The moment Louis Caste was about to strike forward, a longsword barged in.

It was Tynlock’s longsword.

Surprised by the eerie anticipation, Louis Caste hesitated.

Tynelock, who got caught between Baron Howard Solon and Louis Caste, opened his mouth.

“I don’t like what you said either. Are you going to continue? Or are you going to quit?”

Louis Caste glared at the intruder with eyes that seemed to be devouring them.

“Who are you? you.”

“Once upon a time, he was a knight of the Marquis of Solon. I’m not a famous person like Baron Solon or you, so I’m sure you’ve never heard of it.”

“…”

Rui Caste, whose excitement was broken by Tynelock’s intervention, took up his sword.

“You are different from that kid. You deserve respect. Today I will yield.”

Tynelock silently retrieved the longsword.

Baron Solon came out thinking he would be in trouble, but he had no intention of fighting for his honor.

The atmosphere in the tavern became strange.

The mercenaries realized that Tynelock was a swordsman equivalent to Louis Caste, and glanced at him.

It was the biggest variable in dealing with Baron Solon’s party in the Great Forest, so it was understandable.

Angus, the leader of the Stan Mercenary Corps, said to Louis Caste, who returned to his seat.

“It’s a big deal. You’re making concessions.”

“I didn’t feel like I was going to lose, but I wasn’t sure I was going to win.”

“That much?”

“If I go all the way, I will probably win.”

“But…”

Angus blurted out with a sullen face.

“Is there something on your mind?”

“Adventurers, including old people. Don’t you think it’s too casual?”

“Isn’t it someone else’s business?”

“I still care. I think it would be better to separate that old adventurer party. Think of a way before you get to the Great Grove.”

“All right.”

Louis Caste turned his gaze toward the adventurers.

An elderly man and two young men who looked to be in their twenties caught my eye.

Judging from how they respectfully called each other ‘Kyung’, they seemed to be from aristocratic backgrounds.

‘How do I separate them?’

After a few more drinks, Louis Caste’s eyes returned to Crea.

My mouth feels dry thinking that I have to endure until the great forest.

Crea trembled at Louis Caste’s sticky gaze.

“I hate it.”

“Didn’t you say that the mercenaries’ eyes were familiar?”

At Baron Howard Solon’s point, Crea said with a fresh face.

“But that person’s eyes are really annoying.”

“…”

Baron Howard Solon glanced at the mercenaries, but it was just there.

Dejected by Louis Caste, he was no longer angry.

I can’t help but get angry, so I just let it go inside.

Tinelock said to him.

“Louis Caste must be a sword expert. No matter how much a magic swordsman is, it’s impossible for a sword expert, so bear with it.”

“I know. It is a sin to be weak.”

Hearing his self-deprecating words, Elio, who was sitting next to him, muttered to himself.

“It is not a sin to be weak.”

“If not sin, what is?”

Baron Howard Solon looked at Count Elio Lagoa with rather provocative eyes.

“It’s not his fault that he’s weak.”

“It is just a beautiful word. The reality is… you saw it.”

“Don’t get me wrong. Because strong and weak are relative. There are many people weaker than you in this world. Are they all sinners in front of you?”

“Isn’t it someone else’s business?”

“I still care. I think it would be better to separate that old adventurer party. Think of a way before you get to the Great Grove.”

“All right.”

Louis Caste turned his gaze toward the adventurers.

An elderly man and two young men who looked to be in their twenties caught my eye.

Judging from how they respectfully called each other ‘Kyung’, they seemed to be from aristocratic backgrounds.

‘How do I separate them?’

After a few more drinks, Louis Caste’s eyes returned to Crea.

My mouth feels dry thinking that I have to endure until the great forest.

Crea trembled at Louis Caste’s sticky gaze.

“I hate it.”

“Didn’t you say that the mercenaries’ eyes were familiar?”

At Baron Howard Solon’s point, Crea said with a fresh face.

“But that person’s eyes are really annoying.”

“…”

Baron Howard Solon glanced at the mercenaries, but it was just there.

Dejected by Louis Caste, he was no longer angry.

I can’t help but get angry, so I just let it go inside.

Tinelock said to him.

“Louis Caste must be a sword expert. No matter how much a magic swordsman is, it’s impossible for a sword expert, so bear with it.”

“I know. It is a sin to be weak.”

Hearing his self-deprecating words, Elio, who was sitting next to him, muttered to himself.

“It is not a sin to be weak.”

“If not sin, what is?”

Baron Howard Solon looked at Count Elio Lagoa with rather provocative eyes.

“It’s not his fault that he’s weak.”

“It is just a beautiful word. The reality is… you saw it.”

“Don’t get me wrong. Because strong and weak are relative. There are many people weaker than you in this world. Are they all sinners in front of you?”

“That’s not it.”

“Yeah, you just met some strong trash.”

“…”

Baron Howard Solon gritted his teeth.

I don’t know why I’m in such a bad mood, even though I’m sure I’m trying to comfort you.

“Was it my arrogance to choose a magic swordsman?”

“It’s not arrogance, it’s greed. In about ten years you will see the light of day.”

“Am I? Nymphomaniac Louie should have become a sword master by then.”

“You’re not just playing around, are you?”

“It would be nice if I became a sword expert. There is no way to catch up with the nymphomaniac Louie.”

“If you don’t have it, I’ll drink it.”

Elio drank with a sullen face.

I didn’t like the atmosphere of the tavern, but the alcohol stuck to my mouth.

‘I want to give my sister a taste.’

Thinking of Namgung-yeon, Elio asked Fabian next to him.

“Do you remember what this drink was called?”

“Cram bananas.”

“Right.”

“If you like it, how many bottles would you like to buy?”

“okay. When I return to my hometown, I will have a drink with my sister.”

“You’ll love it because it’s so sweet.”

“Oh, I want to go home soon.”

“You can go back any time you want, so don’t rush.”

“You don’t want to see Sir Sera?”

“Honestly, my face is blurry now.”

A bitter smile appeared on Fabian’s face.

It was not as vivid as before, perhaps because the time spent with Sera in Hirhera was short.

“Isn’t it because you’re a flirt?”

“Sir Lagoa, do you remember Sir Sera’s face?”

“at all.”

“Me too. Isn’t it said that a close neighbor is better than a distant relative? When the body is far away, the mind seems to be far away too. Is it because your face is blurry?”

“But it will be nice to meet you again.”

“If Sir Sera is in the same condition as I am… wouldn’t it be possible to meet a better man?”

“Maybe.”

“Do you still think I have to keep my fidelity to Lord Sera!”

“Did you mean that? Anyway, you can’t be careless.”

As the two were hanging out, a group of people entered the tavern.

All eyes of the stagecoach passengers turned to the newcomers.

Five middle-aged men and women, all wearing the same type of gray robe.

Seeing the gray robe, Elio muttered involuntarily.

“Are they wizards?”

Then Baron Howard Solon, who was sitting at the next table, spoke.

“no. They are the followers of Shastra Parakti (Nine Heavenly Wise Woman). Seeing the fortune etched on the robe with silver thread, they look like priests.”

“Priests?”

“Yes, since they came from the temple, they are probably ‘those who received the oracle’.”

“what is that?”

“Most of the priests who serve the gods live in temples. Then, when they receive an oracle, they search for the object indicated by the oracle. Priests who go that way are called ‘those who have received the oracle’.”

“Aha. So Shastra Parakti ordered something, and those priests are looking for it?”

“you’re right.”

Elio looked at the priests in gray robes with curious eyes.

It felt strange to meet the priest of Shastra Parakti in another world.