I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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“Now, let go of my hand.”

As Philip removed his hand from the maid’s mouth, the maid took a deep breath. Her face wasn’t that pretty, but perhaps because she was still young, her round eyes were quite cute.

“who are you… ?”

“I am an investigator sent by His Excellency the Marquis of Veronche to investigate Deluan Youssef.”

Philip deliberately spoke lightly to reassure the maid. At his answer, the maid nodded as if she understood.

“I knew that one day this would happen. I don’t know what the master mistress did, but she’ll be there anyway.”

The maid’s words left Philip dumbfounded. I don’t know what wrong I’ve done, but I’m a person who will be able to do it. What on earth do you do on a daily basis, so that even a maid who is a lot lower than you is evaluated like that.

“Does it usually bother you a bit?”

“… yes.”

The maid lifted her skirt without a word. Philip reflexively averted his eyes and frowned as he realized that the maid’s legs and thighs were full of beating marks.

It was stained blue with blood bruises, as if it had been beaten with a cane recently.

‘You’re still beating a child like this? He wouldn’t have lived half his age.’

“Madam usually eats the hawk himself. There is no law to miss even the smallest mistakes. No matter how much I cry, I won’t forgive you… .”

The maid testified that her father was deeply indebted to Yousef and could not escape.

―No, if that little kid did something wrong, why did he hit him that much? Isn’t that Deluan woman out of her mind?

Even Neria was about to vomit resentment.

“I’ll do anything to see my mistress perish.”

The maid agrees to cooperate with Philip’s work, and Philip begins to search Deluan’s office with her.

A few minutes of searching did not yield anything out of the ordinary.

“The one you are looking for is probably in the basement. My master often goes down to the cellar alone. In this branch, the only people who can go to the basement are the owner and her bodyguard, Jo-rum.”

“A basement?”

Philip tilted his head. While playing the original game, he also experienced the route where Deluan Yusef became the owner of the store.

She was cruel and selfish, but I remembered that she was not a woman with any great secrets.

“You leave here this way, and go to the lord castle. There, tell him Philip Oswald sent you and he will take care of you. You don’t have to worry about your father’s debts.”

The maid was thrilled by the help of help that came down out of nowhere and shed tears. Philip reassured her and left the office with her.

“Do you know where the bodyguard named Zorum is?”

“At this time, you’ll be playing around with the maids and sisters around the kitchen. Those older sisters, like me, are forced to work because of family debt… .”

If so, there was no need for a gentlemanly solution. After Philip sent the maid away, he walked along without paying attention to people’s gazes.

Human psychology is a very strange thing.

Even though he’s definitely someone he’s never seen, let’s walk casually without hesitation. No one ever asked who he was or why he was here.

The merchants of the branch took one look at Philip incredulously, then averted their gaze when they met his serene eyes.

―If you were going to do this, wouldn’t you have to climb the wall?

“… Maybe.”

Thinking he had done nothing, Philip headed toward the kitchen the maid had told him about. Maybe it was before lunch, the kitchen was busy, but a bald man who didn’t fit in there was harassing the maids who were preparing the meals without hesitation.

“Let’s see how long you can ignore me. huh? Uh huh, shouldn’t we stir the soup harder? If it’s bland, you’ll get scolded.”

The maid, who looked to be about twenty years old, was stirring a pot of boiling soup. The bald man clung to her back and caressed her buttocks, causing the maid to tremble with shame and rage.

“Please, Zorum. Please stop it. I am about to get married soon. You know, right?”

“Wouldn’t I be much better than that chaff that couldn’t even play the role of a man? Why don’t you change your mind right now? Honestly, I don’t think I’ll leave you alone just because you’re getting married.”

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Watching the action, Philip briefly recalled whether he remembered the bodyguard named Joram, but soon realized that he did not.

Usually, it was the third year that the episode of Yusef Sanghoi entered, so it was a story that he would die before then.

Philip approached slowly and lowered his voice.

“Are you Zoram?”

Bodyguard Zorum turned to look at Philip.

“Eh? Who are you, are you calling me?”

Phillip let out a small sigh and replied.

“He’s here to get rid of your job. He is also a person who can end his life depending on what he does.”

“… What is he saying now?”

Jo-Rum snorted as if he wanted to see all the madmen, then raised his fist. Philip immediately punched him in the left side before he could do anything.

“Gagging!”

Zorum leaned over, feeling the shock and pain of holding his breath. Philip kicked him in the thigh a few times, then grabbed him by the collar and pulled him.

There was silence in the kitchen and the only sound was the sound of soup boiling. Philip looked around and opened his mouth.

“You can stop preparing the meal. Lunch is canceled today.”

“omg… Huh… what… who? Who are you?”

Zorum asked about Philip’s identity with an expression of pain. Philip didn’t answer and pulled him by the collar.

Phillip, who had gone to an uninhabited corner, gave Zorum a hard kick in the shin. Zorum’s large body collapsed with pain as if his ligaments were being torn.

“Aagh! f*ck! What is it? Shouldn’t you say what you want and then beat it?”

Zorum screamed in an angry voice, and Philip leaned down to meet his gaze.

“I’d like to take a look around the cellar.”

“cellar? Why are you there?”

“Because I want to. What is the answer?”

Philip did not even intend to kill him, as he did not appear to have committed a particularly mortal sin. I had the intention of hitting enough to keep me from moving for several months.

“If I take an outsider there, Deluan Youssef will kill me. Of course, so are you. You probably don’t know about Yusef Sanghoe, right?”

Zorum threatened Philip. But Philip only snorted.

“Is that why you don’t like it? Then I’ll have to find a way to kill you and get in.”

Philip drew his sword. Zoram also had a sword on his waist, and he was also a skillful person who knew how to handle Aura enough to be in charge of escorting the direct line of Youssef, but he felt a huge wall from Philip. Born as a mercenary, he had an excellent eye for recognizing the strong.

‘I don’t know what the hell he’s doing, but he’ll die if he messes around.’

“Now, wait. It’s not that I don’t like it. I was just trying to tell you that I want you to know that whatever you find there has nothing to do with me.”

“You can see that. to guide you.”

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Phillip followed Zorum’s guidance to the basement. Several locks were guarding the solid iron door, but it was solved with a bundle of keys hanging from Jo-rum’s waist.

“Well, really, nothing here has anything to do with me. Can you believe me?”

Jo-Rum broke into a cold sweat and looked at Phillip.

“Shut up and pick up a torch.”

“Yes… .”

As if it wasn’t a simple underground warehouse, I went down a few meters down the stairs and a space decorated like an underground dungeon appeared. It wasn’t that wide, so I walked along the corridor and soon came to a dead end and a door.

“open it.”

When Zorum opened the door at Philip’s command, a terrible stench stung Philip’s nose.

Upon checking inside, Philip opened his mouth wide in amazement.

“This… how?”

―Kyaaagh! Master, what is all that?

About ten men and women without a single thread were scattered about, looking bewildered, and one of them, a chained woman, stared at Philip with glowing red eyes.

The naked man and woman had long ears and a much more beautiful appearance than humans, but they were so skinny that their bones were exposed beyond the skin. Their cheeks were also sunken, and they looked like people who hadn’t been able to rest properly after starving for several days.

—… it’s an elf master? Right?

As Neria said, they were elves. But only the chained woman was different.

It had horns like those of a sheep on its head, and wings like those of a bat hung on its shoulders. The skin was close to gray, and Philip knew a being with all of those characteristics.

“That’s a dream horse.”

Philip shifted his gaze to Zorum. He was trying hard not to look at the chained dreamer, so he didn’t notice Philip’s gaze.

“Hey, Joram. I think you’ll be in trouble if I don’t explain right away why there is a dreamer under the building of Youssef Firm. You don’t want to burn yourself to death after experiencing most of the torture that exists in the world, right?”

Zorum looked up in surprise at the calmness of Philip’s voice.

“Everything, why are you fine?”

“Because of my constitution, things like poison and mental attacks are a little ineffective. Wouldn’t you rather explain that?”

“I don’t know where the branch manager brought it from four years ago, but I don’t know what he does with it. I’m just in charge of capturing elven slaves and putting them in here.”

It seemed to be true. Philip slowly approached the chained dreamer.

“Huh… It’s not that cheeky girl, but a handsome brother? Brother. Wanna have fun with me? If you loosen these chains, I can do anything you dream of.”

The dream horse tried to seduce Philip. Philip asked dryly.

“Yesterday, I had a dream in which a chained dreamer cursed me for being born as a demon, biting my tongue and dying. Can that also come true?”

The dream horse narrowed his eyes and glared at Philip, as if his pride had been hurt by Philip’s reaction.

“… Doesn’t my demonic eye work for you?”

“I know. Stop messing around and tell me what you’re doing here.”

Since the dream horse had no combat-related abilities, her life was in Philip’s hands. Even if he fought seriously with an adult man, an ordinary dreamer would be beaten like a dog.

It just has wings, so it just runs away before that happens.

“What are you going to do with me after you reveal it?”

“I won’t kill you if you cooperate well, so you’d better keep quiet.”

‘I think she’ll like it if I give it to Freevia.’

It seemed like it could be a very good toy for Freevia, who lives a boring life.

Philip cast the moonlight sword after a long time. As an aura resembling pale moonlight bloomed on Neria’s blade, the complexion of the dreamer and succubus turned pale.

“Sir, you are not going to touch my beautiful body with that terrible thing, are you? please say no no… Please, I’ll do anything. please! bruise! bruise!”

Philip frowned as he saw the dreamer barking like a dog before he could do it.