I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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“… I think I know what you’re trying to do, but what are you trying to do by absorbing the spirit of the elves?”

After taking care of the scattered elves, Philip asked the dreamer a question. The revealed circumstances were so clear that I thought I only needed to know why Deluan created this place.

“I don’t know, but it’s pretty obvious that a woman of that age would be worried. Isn’t it because you don’t want to get old? The energy gathered by the dreamer adds vitality just by applying it to the skin.”

Philip made a strange expression. No matter how much he hates growing old, can a person who is stupid enough to risk his life to do something like this really be able to serve as the branch manager of Yousef Company?

“Well, I really don’t know. Really.”

Jo-rum, whose face had turned white, made excuses while breaking out in a cold sweat.

“… That’s something to tell the Heretic Questioner, not me. I don’t want to dig too deep into this.”

This was Philip’s sincerity. What Deluan was up to, Phillip didn’t want to get too involved. All he needed to know was that the punishment Deluan would receive would be burned at the stake, not hanging.

“For now, you two, follow me.”

Philip snapped his finger at the dreamer and Zorum. I was going to go with them to the drawing room and face Deluan Youssef in person.

‘The Marquis will take care of it. what.’

* * *

“Nothing changes. The nobles of Sorondo are still on my side, and even if a trial is held, I will be released without charge. As you know, am I not the person closest to the current successor of Yusef Corporation? The influence of the business is so great that this kind of thing happens often.”

Meanwhile, Castler Murella, who was talking to Deluan Youssef, felt his chest tighten.

‘I don’t think I’m grasping the situation properly.’

Deluan Youssef seemed to mistakenly believe that he was living in the same world as nobles. It was the aristocrats who would do anything about honor and family matters.

It was Kassler’s idea that just because they could talk in the same place over the same drink or tea, they weren’t the same person.

It wasn’t because he particularly valued his status, but it was something he could know from his experience as a nobleman.

If Deluan was properly aware of her situation, it was right to ask for help from Castler.

‘Is there some way?’

I couldn’t come out like that unless I thought there was a way out of this situation.

“If your situation doesn’t change much, our relationship won’t change either. Miss Deluan. The Murella family will not betray you first.”

Castler reassured Deluan for once.

“If you do, I will never forget the grace of the Marquis Murella family for the rest of my life.”

Deluan showed a slight relief and smiled faintly. At that moment, the door to the parlor opened arbitrarily. Deluan’s expression, which clearly instructed him to lock the door, turned cold in an instant.

“I thought you told me not to disturb you?”

Deluan, who saw the person entering, managed his expression. He was a young man who was introduced as a student of Castler Murella. Of course, that identity was Philip.

Philip said to Castler and Cynthia, who were sitting in uncomfortable positions without even looking at her.

“Mr. Castler. Cynthia. Thank you for your hard work. We’re done, let’s go back.”

Kassler’s face lit up when he realized that Philip had made some money. He was genuinely happy that this meaningless time was over.

However, he could not help but doubt his eyes when he saw the two figures following Philip.

A bald man and a woman with horns and wings on her head.

“I found a dream horse in the basement of this store building. In addition, about ten kidnapped elves were also with us. We’re done with this, let’s go back.”

Castler immediately felt the dreamer’s enchanting gaze. As if to test Castler’s mental strength, the demon, who resembled a bit of a demon, tried to look inside him with glowing red eyes.

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“Who dares this damn devil b*tch look at?”

“uh… uh… ? Kyaaagh!”

Cynthia Murella jumped off the sofa and immediately grabbed the dreamer’s left horn.

Soon, her entire body was covered with a blue aura, and Philip was able to confirm, even slightly, the skills of the once famous female swordsman.

“Aagh! Wait!! aaagh!”

The horns of the dream horse had been ripped out to the root, as if an old corn had been pulled out. Faced with the horrific sight, Philip swallowed his saliva.

“… honey? Calm down for a second!”

Cassler, like Philip, watched her actions blankly, then grabbed Cynthia’s waist as if thinking that this was not the case.

“uh? oh… .”

Returning to her senses, Cynthia confirmed the horrors she had caused with a blank expression.

“Oh, I’m sorry, what should I do? Stop being angry all of a sudden… .”

‘If I got angry twice, this building would have been blown away.’

Philip broke out into a cold sweat and forced a smile. I didn’t know if the relationship would be a little different if I was straight here.

“it’s okay. Maybe. Rather, it is time to move your body.”

He pointed to the open parlor door and continued.

“Because we have to catch Deluan Youssef who escaped.”

Taking advantage of the commotion that had just occurred, Deluan Youssef kicked the parlor door and ran away.

Of course, it wasn’t such a big deal. Unless Deluan Youssef was an Aura Master or a wizard at the level of a great sage, he would not be able to get out of here safely.

Deluan didn’t learn swordsmanship or magic. If he decided to stick with him, he would lose even in a fight with Rizriel.

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“… Don’t regret it later, let it go.”

Deluan Youssef was caught in the hands of Cynthia Murella within minutes. For the first time in her life, she had to be escorted to the lord’s castle, tied to a tight rope.

She tried to maintain a dignified demeanor, but she couldn’t hide even the hidden fear.

Philip said to Cassler, ignoring her.

“Please contact the Marquis of Veronche. This is not an issue to be resolved on the Marquis’ line, but we must seek cooperation from the Church.”

“yes. Yes. I also have no intention of getting involved in such a troublesome matter, so I think it would be better to leave it to His Excellency. If it were him, wouldn’t he take care of it?”

Kassler and Philip agreed.

“… If you treat me like this, you will surely regret it. Do you think I will be finished even if my recruits are delivered to the Marquis?”

Even though Deluan bit her lip and said something threatening, no one looked back at her.

“Can you hear me? Now I am giving you a chance.”

Unable to bear her voice, Philip waved his hand and said.

“… I have no interest in talking to someone who will die in a few days, so why don’t you shut up? It would be better to reflect on past lives or think about the afterlife in time to persuade us.”

As if those words touched Deluan’s trigger, Deluan shouted while blushing.

“If you knew what I know, you wouldn’t say that! No one can kill me in this city. Even if that’s the Marquis! I will safely leave the castle as if nothing happened, and you will pay the price.”

“Ah, whatever.”

Philip pulled the rope that tied Deluan.

Entering the lord’s castle, Philip was able to meet the Marquis of Veronche right away. The Marquis rubbed his eyes and put on a puzzled expression when Philip, who had sent him to bring evidence, brought the person in person.

“… Isn’t that a bit misunderstood? I would have told you to bring me the evidence for a trial.”

“I don’t think we need any proof. It won’t hurt anything if you slit her throat here.”

Philip reported to the Marquis of Veronche what he had found in the upper branch. Upon hearing all the facts, Marquis Veronche was in a sense greatly impressed.

“I thought it would be insane to involve a marquis family in the competition for the successor of the upper house. By the way, kidnapped and imprisoned elven slaves in the merchant building, plus a dream horse? Even if you’re crazy, you’re not usually crazy.”

The Marquis moved closer to Deluan and twisted and pulled her hair. Deluan frowned at the pain of pulling her scalp, but soon glared at the Marquis with a mocking look.

“Your Excellency, Marquis. Hasn’t your wife become a little more beautiful lately? little… I mean, it makes me feel younger. Where do you think the energy I collected using the dream horse was used for?”

The Marquis laughed and shook his head.

“Capturing dream demons to collect their energy was a common thing twenty years ago. If so, wouldn’t noble ladies with heavy buttocks use the mug or bar as cosmetics? Is my wife in there too? Of course it would be pretty embarrassing if that fact spread, but I don’t know if the rumors will spread. You should think of a plausible will to say at the last moment.”

Philip nodded at the Marquis’ words. For the nobles, nothing was as easy as controlling public opinion. It was the power of the nobility to be able to bury such a one-off incident, rather than a problem that had been festering for a long time.

Of course, I don’t know if Deluan was out of reach, but she was already caught.

“I’ll hang it the day after tomorrow. everyone has suffered If there is a reward you want, tell me.”

The Marquis picked up the wine glass from the table and took a sip of the wine as if feeling refreshed.

“Compensation is fine.”

The Marquis chuckled at Philip’s answer.

“You can think of it as a reward for befitting my will, or you can think of it as a gift. Since you solved my troubles so quickly, shouldn’t I give you something to save the great nobleman’s face?”

After thinking for a moment, Philip opened his mouth.

“Then I’d like to get some comfortable wagons. There are some patients in the party, so they need some stability.”

“… carriage?”

It was clear that the wagon was a fairly expensive item, but it was a little too short as a reward for handling the work related to the family’s honor. The Marquis of Veronche wanted to do something special for this young and humble nobleman.

It was because it was like seeing his youth when he came to his senses belatedly after living like an idiot.

‘… That would be nice.’

The Marquis called the butler who was waiting.

“Give it to this young man.”

There was only one thing the Marquis could call it, and the old butler, startled and disrespectful, made the mistake of asking the master’s instructions back.

“… You mean that?”

“This person is also very surprised. Apparently, he’s still young, but seeing that there are a lot of women around him, I think he’ll need it.”

“… All right.”