I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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“What is this bastard?”

A few mercenaries, seeing Philip who had intervened out of nowhere, turned to him. But when Philip’s appearance caught their eye, they felt their heads go cold and had to swallow their saliva.

Usually, a handsome and pretty young man or woman holding a sword could be considered noble.

Being handsome and pretty was the story of being born to proud parents, and the only people in this world who can get a pretty wife or a handsome husband are the wealthy or nobles with a lot of money.

It was only in noble families to teach weapons that were difficult to master, such as swords, so it was safe to say that it was a murder weapon that the family had trained in swordsmanship with Aura for over ten years.

Moreover, the handsome young man in front of him did not even look nervous in front of dozens of armed personnel.

‘… uh?’

A look that was enough to cool the head that was heated by the battle.

Philip warned in a low voice, as he seemed to know roughly why the mercenaries were frozen.

“I don’t have any particular intention to kill them all, so don’t resist and put down your weapons. If you resist, I can’t help it.”

Things were a bit different from the last Crescent. Assassins were human butchers who made money by killing people, but mercenaries were legal professions.

Of course, even if the fact that they also kill people is the same, I was a little reluctant to see blood recklessly because it could be seen as a little violent service worker in the common sense of this continent.

Soon the fighting reached a lull. He could hear the groans and heavy breathing of the wounded, but Philip didn’t care. It was because almost all of the bottom mercenaries and porters at the top were still alive.

“… Who is that?”

Pulling out the dagger stuck in his body, the captain of the opposing mercenary asked. Philip did not answer his question and held out his left hand to him.

“A request.”

“what… A request?”

“If you don’t want to hang on the gallows with your limbs cut off, please be gentle and submit the request. I bet you didn’t come here to kill people without a request, and if that’s true, you’re all bandits, not mercenaries, so you’ll all die here.”

‘f*ck. What is he saying now?’

The captain gritted his teeth and grabbed the handle of the mace in his hand. Bottom’s mercenaries had almost lost their fighting power, and his mercenaries still had quite a bit of strength left.

I could tell that that young man, Philip, had trained with the sword as an aristocrat, but it seemed that he would not be able to face the ranks of mercenaries who had gone through countless battles alone.

Even if they knew how to deal with auras, ten people would be burdensome opponents. He decided to try his hand at bluffing, and opened his mouth.

“Did you know that asking a mercenary to submit a request is the same as asking a mercenary to give up his life?”

Philip tilted his head at the captain’s words and focused his mind. The blades of the Blue Aura began to overwhelm his sword, and Neria awoke.

―Ugh… master?

“You mean kill and take? It’s not my preferred method, but I can’t help it if I have to. You have an exceptional work ethic.”

Admiring the respectable professionalism, Philip slowly approached the captain with his sword. The captain’s face turned white, like a sick man facing the grim reaper.

“Yeah, that’s what I mean by my sincere surrender. The request is here.”

It was the sword skill that cut through even the plain plate armor like butter. The captain was not brave enough to show his guts in front of that superhuman skill.

The captain took out a request from his bosom and presented it to Philip. Philip put the sword back into its scabbard, then took it and unfolded it. Apparently defenseless, the captain had no intention of trying his luck.

“f*ck… I lived.”

The bottom mercenaries, who fought hard with wounds all over their bodies, sighed in relief and collapsed into their seats.

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Bottom immediately ran towards Masha, who had been hit on the shoulder, panting.

“Oh, you crazy b*tch. What is this like? After the rope is undone, you have to hide your body first. Why throw a dagger or something? Did I teach you that?”

Masha giggled in a half-crying voice.

“… Why are you even bothering to help me? By the way, boss. I have no feeling in that arm. I was really sick until now… Would this be better?”

Bottom immediately examined her injuries. The shoulder blades and kneecaps were completely fragmented, and it seemed almost impossible to get them back.

The story would have been different if he had spent a lot of money to visit a high-ranking priest or a healing mage in the White Mage Tower, but that was difficult even for quite a few nobles.

“I can barely live with a human appearance. I will have to live like an idiot for a while.”

Butm, who couldn’t bear to tell the truth, said that, and Masha let out a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Philip, who was examining the request, narrowed his eyes and glared at the captain on the other side.

“The contents of the request are to subdue bandits, is this correct?”

“ah… no, that’s… .”

The captain pressed his hand against the wound from the dagger while breaking out in a cold sweat.

“These people wouldn’t have looked like bandits, and they would have known for sure that they were mercenaries, but I wonder why they attacked. Well, the reason is obvious anyway, so I won’t ask.”

It was supposed to be the madness of Bonama and Deluan Youssef. He would have kidnapped and tortured one or two of these mercenaries and porters so that he would at least testify that he was really trying to capture an elven slave.

Of course, the aristocrat holding the trial was not an idiot, so the situation couldn’t be overturned, but it made sense to investigate if the testimony came out.

In other words, he did this with the intention of wasting time for his next move.

‘To do that, someone would have to manipulate this site.’

Phillip, who had gone mad in his thoughts, suddenly felt a sign. Not far from here, it seemed that someone quite strong was lurking and watching the situation this way.

Philip held out his hand to the captain again. The captain, not knowing what that meant, asked cautiously.

“this… … What are you asking for this time… .”

Philip silently pointed the tip of his chin at the mace dangling from his waist, and the captain politely raised it and held it out with both hands.

After swinging it a few times, Philip threw the mace as hard as he could in the direction where he felt the presence. It was on a broad-leaved tree that grew more than ten meters to the northwest.

“Huh-up!”

Along with the sound of an urgent spirit, there was a loud sound of sword blades cutting through a lump of metal. Someone who defended the attack came down from the tree with a nimble body.

It was a middle-aged man with graying hair. His face was full of knife marks, and his impression was sharp and cold.

“Young man has a good sense of humor. But unfortunately no luck. Even if you didn’t notice me, I was going to throw away the already ruined game.”

The middle-aged man smelled like an expert. If you asked what kind of expert he was, he would be able to answer that he was very familiar with stabbing, cutting, or killing people.

Things like shoes with thin soles, gloves that weren’t thick, and pauldron worn only on the left shoulder were the best equipment for killing. They hardly needed anything like that to deal with monsters.

Moreover, it was clear that the mace that Philip had thrown was split.

‘It must be the person Deluan sent to destroy the evidence.’

The middle-aged man looked at Philip with a sneering gaze.

“… Philip Oswald. You’re an instructor at Freevia Academy, right? If you’re that prestigious instructor, you’ll know how to use a sword. If so, the ladies would be playing sword fights.”

Philip tilted his head.

“Do you know me?”

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head.

“I don’t know. Investigating the identity of someone who is about to die is not very efficient.”

At that time, the leader of the assailants, as if recognizing the middle-aged man, knelt on his weak leg.

“… That b*tch cheated on me. Send the death sword behind you? He was going to kill us all.”

As if the nickname ‘Swordsman’ was quite famous among the mercenaries, Butum also responded to the name.

“That middle-aged man is that famous swordsman?”

The middle-aged man was a bistro, a legendary swordsman in the mercenary world called the Snake Sword and Death Sword. To Philip, he was an extra with little influence, but to the mercenaries, his name was feared.

When someone entrusted a filthy request to mercenaries, if they wanted to erase the traces of the request without any fuss, the person they hired was the private swordsman Bistro.

‘What is the first mercenary sword?’

Philip, not particularly interested in his identity, questioned him.

“Is that why Deluan Yousef sent it?”

The middle-aged man, private swordsman Bistro answered with a laugh.

“okay. that year sent Does it matter? You will all die here anyway.”

Philip skipped over his words and got to the point.

“Could you testify to that in the trial? If you’re not willing to do that, I’ll have no choice but to kill you and find out for myself. You seem to have lived enough to live, but don’t you still hate dying?”

Only then did the bistro seem to notice that Philip was ignoring him. Having lived as a symbol of fear for half of his life, he let out a small laugh, saying, “I’m fed up,” and then he raised his voice and began to laugh.

“Ha ha, ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

After laughing like that for a few seconds, an explosion suddenly erupted near his feet. Soon the dust rose and his body disappeared for a very short time.

Philip drew his sword as he felt a living being directed at his throat. It was difficult even for a swordsman who had sharpened his sword to the level of a master to properly respond in a situation where he could not see his opponent, which was the most important piece of information.

However, Philip quite easily saw through an attack aimed at the side of his left knee.

A new type of bistro that had disappeared appeared, and his sword-clad blow pierced the empty seat. It was a space where Philip had already disappeared.

‘… no?’

It was not something that the young prosecutor could easily avoid. It was a secret technique that even a fairly well-trained knight could not help but lose if he was vigilant.

The bistro was astonished, but moved on to the next move.

An attack that might look like an ordinary flat slash. It was a move that forced Philip to stand back or strike back his sword.

Philip, who had no particular reason to dodge, calmly defended his attack. At that moment, something like a green mist sprayed from the bistro’s pauldron.

Facing the wind, some of the fog touched Philip’s body, and the Bistro was confident of victory at that moment.

‘what’s this?’

Philip smelled something strange. It was like the scent of an unknown flower. I didn’t feel anything wrong with my body.

However, the bistro strode toward Philip with an intoxicated look on his face, as if he had clearly won. Philip pretended to be paralyzed, intending to tune in to his tune.

“You bastard who doesn’t know anything about real fighting, how dare you flaunt it? Kaaak~”

‘No, this crossed the line.’

As the hideous fluid formed in his tonsils, Philip quickly kicked him in the jaw.