The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest

It can only be described as a tragedy for the imperial nobles, or for the exiled nobles.

Suddenly without any clapping, revolutionaries with four divine treasures fanned the people and formed rebels.

Usually it would be nice to kill that mastermind, but worst of all, he owned the Holy Grail Elixir.

The Holy Grail Elixir is not a substitute for good luck.

Everything moves conveniently, not like you can move things around him.

What Elixir brings is simply survival as an individual. I just don't die as long as I have the energy to live, and any other inconvenience occurs.

Not an army led by him will win a hundred battles and a hundred battles. A man who just has an elixir is not something that can make the revolution a success.

But he had three other treasures.

Regardless of the demon knife Dinsleif, the heavenly spear Vajra, the real mirror Ungaikyo, was particularly helpful.

By these he fanned the people too plainly.

He showed his immensity by a spear that manipulated the clouds, gave his people execution by countless weapons, and manipulated the people of the Empire as he wished.

He talked about the ideals of the mouth alone and the policy of making a sweet face only to the people, and he said in fancy that I had a great deal of reason and power.

That's how he made a rebel for himself by dangling a people who knew nothing about the state.

I wish I had killed one of those guys, but naturally it can't work.

Elixir wouldn't let him die alone, and he wouldn't give up rebellion no matter what.

As a result, the empire was overthrown. It was too much.

The empire, more than three hundred years old, had been annihilated without causation or snagging by a man who did not know where he had emerged from.

Bleeding blue blood, they took refuge in neighbouring countries. Only a small amount of wealth and gestures could be brought out.

He followed his relatives and took refuge thinking of his homeland.

And he lived in the kingdom of Arcana with a narrow shoulder, while spending his time in the female ambush.

Sooner or later, dream of the day you will triumph over your hometown.

And the kingdom of Arcana had all the forces of war that made it easy to recapture the motherland.

I could also afford just to rebuild the Domino Empire. The survival of the royal family was also ensured by the nobility.

In other words, the kingdom of Arcana could have saved itself at any cost it wished.

Nonetheless, he is not helping and is trying to establish national traffic against the rebels. I'm trying to admit a man who just made it to the bottom, as a counterpart.

So, what do we do?

You want me to spend the rest of my life just nostalgic for the glory of the past in a world dominated by this irrationality?

and well, it was cruel for the parties.

For those who can try to take a step back, it is a story that is rather daunting than laughing.

I don't know why.

That was the same thing that was being done now. Their actions were not rationally intended to achieve their goals, but rather were being carried out with emotional assumptions.

There are three things that the kingdom feared, that exile nobles would likely do, and that would be troubling if they were.

One is the palace of Caputo, where the rebel mastermind, Kazaki Rikyo, is killed.

One is that Caputo's trump card, Masaozo Kobe, will be taken or killed.

One is that Sopede is kept, that Rain, the righteous daughter of Mountain Water, is taken or killed.

As far as the first is concerned, it is a murder plan that derives entirely from resentment.

I wanted to kill hate hate hate, just for that reason, I was trying to kill a man protected by Elixir.

It is, in a sense, the easiest to understand and, in a certain sense, the crime by legitimate resentment.

If they do that, first make sure the Dominican Republic breaks

Of course, the exiled nobles will return to their country in an attempt to recover, but there is no guarantee anywhere that the thought will succeed.

As for the second, that made a lot of sense.

The Royal Prospect is to provide assistance to the opponents who waged war, no matter what they raise.

I can't abandon the possibility that if I can afford it, I'll attack again.

Still, domestic public opinion can be silenced because there is a weapon of mass destruction called Zhengzou.

As long as he's around, he won't even be harmed no matter how many times he's attacked. Can be unilaterally annihilated.

So I have no problem assisting. But if he dies, there will be no guarantee of that.

As a result, Rikyo will no longer be able to receive assistance. Rikyo may have lost his political temper and been driven away.

The third was a foolish decision that could not be helped.

If we can triumph to the empire, the nobility who is securing the next emperor will be in charge of the national government.

That meant you could suck a lot of sweet juice.

I have no idea how to revive the Empire. Anyway, I'm just trying to get the picturesque cake in my hand.

Had these three succeeded in even one, the Arcana Kingdom would have been devastated as well.

Or the supreme powers of the Arcana kingdom hated it as a whole.

Even though it is a good place to call the supreme leader of the state in harmony, a great shame if he thinks he 'made it look' like he assassinated the work of an exiled nobleman, and it means the collapse of a neighbouring country where the regime has stabilized, albeit slightly distorted. I can't even say enough that if the civil war were to happen again, the refugees and others who became bandits would not be attacking us. In that case, security in Caputo would be greatly worse.

If Masakazo dies, it will be difficult to restrain him from other countries in the future.

It's not like he's fatally injured when he's gone, but it's certain that his presence is drastically reducing the damage.

If it's in the interest of the nation as a whole, his presence is pushing the rest of the trump cards wide open.

If Rayne dies or is taken, it's as if he doesn't know how mountain water moves.

If he loses his daughter, he can go straight to the mountains or back to the woods.

His presence is worth more than a swordsman, even from outside the Sopeds.

The question is which of these three plans will be transferred to execution by the exile nobles.

What mattered here was that the exile nobles had no great ability to gather information, no ability to make decisions, no power of control.

"What, that traitor has a harmonious meeting with the king?!

"What, you figured out where that man who did the destruction was in quarantine?!

"What, the royal decadence is in the sopeds?!

Knowing the information, I didn't intend to share it in its entirety, and I could naturally say that I would have a runaway when it came to Rain.

Thus, the exile nobles scattered all over the place were trying to commit the crime on their own.

Fools dispersing their power, which is certainly true, but the Arcana Kingdom side also had to deal with all of it.

Perhaps I should have been able to gather them all together in one place, but that was rejected.

First of all, Masakazo is in danger. It seals unsolicited magic by spells for once, but I don't know what happens by our overwhelming magic.

To be clear, I couldn't say enough that he had no chance of annihilating every important person in the city because of the cause.

Plus, I didn't know how Rikyo would move against Rain. We wouldn't know if we were going to make Rain the object of revenge, because we had to check with him.

Therefore, all three key figures were to be protected elsewhere.

"It's that house."

The territory of Caputo is also a land of thick application to the poor.

So paradoxically, it can be said that there are a lot of stuffed animals.

If so, it was easy to hire the unruly as long as you had the money.

The fact that the place to aim was a cabin off the town might also have facilitated the gathering of many raiders.

At least it was easier psychologically than sneaking into Caputo's palace and killing dignitaries from other countries.

We handed out enough rewards to everyone to kill one man, plus that was only an advance. Success rewards were a life-changing thing for them.

"Kill the man who lives in that valley house. If you do, I'll give you the rest of the reward."

The face of a nobleman who gave such sums to more than a hundred desolates is not excellent.

To be clear, because I didn't think this behavior would lead to my own interests.

If I could have made Masaozo Kobe my own fighter, which should be called "Heavenly Punishment," I would have been able to regain my country without having to hire these filthy people.

Nonetheless, I was going to kill him.

"... abominable"

From now on, the most powerful wizard in the world will die. In the hands of thugs everywhere, die as they are.

I guess I will suffer and die by those who hire me for 'change'.

If I had sworn allegiance to myself, I would have earned a lot of honor and admiration.

"'Wounded Fool' is what I used to say... you fool"

In advance, I know that what protects that cabin is a handful of Saints.

I also know that the support I usually have is broken into palace security and consequently several pairs in my own kind of rough guy to fill that hole.

"Say it!

"Let's just bust it!

"I'm glad you're a good paying employer!

This one has more than double the number of people employed.

If so, you can kick the miscellaneous fish by the advantages of numbers and crush the Holy Knight, whose protection is just stiff as it is.

I know Masakazo would be in danger of forming himself in the rear if he used magic, but I'm also looking into the fact that he can't use magic without Caputo's permission.

Therefore, he did not doubt that this operation would succeed.

It was the right one from his point of view. At least, it still had a higher success rate than any other operation.

"Okay...... let's go!

"Whoa!"

"Easy job!

Bloodthirsty, confident poor people in the arms. The asylum nobles who hired them were looking down, as they deserved. And that was something they could tell themselves.

About half of our mercenaries are escorting the cabin ahead of us. There was no such thing as turning off the pine lights so that they wouldn't get close to me.

Instead, they march with many pine lights, claiming not to hide their numbers.

As their own consciousness, the larger number was stronger, and it was natural to escape if they understood the disadvantage of the number.

I do want money, but I can't replace my life. And even if the opponent was an equal number, you're aware of the escape, but you don't have to think twice about it.

Therefore, confidently, they march on. Convinced of victory by the right perception, in my head is the use of rewards.

"Are you here?"

"Oh, here I come"

"... I'll intercept you"

The mercenaries placed to defend Caputo's trump cards were certainly those who had no identity whatsoever.

But everyone stood their swords without any cowardice. He looked calm, not afraid enough to double the number.

Completing this escort will only give them a small reward. In the rear there is also the Holy Knight and the most recent escort of Masakazo, but he will not be assisted with a machete.

Only, it was their role to break double the enemy on their own.

That's fine. That's about it.

Standing with the mountain waters, those under his guidance were filled with a desire to experience the fruits of his guidance and to continue to receive his guidance.

Therefore, I will not pull.

Raiders who distrust the mercenaries who quietly lay their swords under the night sky, who do not flee and do not emit any momentum.

However, the interest in numbers remains intact, and there is little difference in arming. Then there's no reason not to go in.

"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Speak out on the battlefield to make your opponent afraid and at the same time deceive the fear within you.

No matter how advantageous your side of the army is, some will die. One of those people could be himself.

Even so, he deceives me that there's no way that's going to happen, and he slashes me hoping his opponent runs away.

Hopefully, I don't want to feel painful or tired.

'On the battlefield, I say something that doesn't hesitate will survive. It's not a mistake, either.'

'In the taking of life, you must first fight the fear within you. Otherwise, you will not be able to stand up to the enemies who will try to kill you'

'I guess that's why fatalism wins. It's not a mistake, it's rational'

Remembering the teachings of the mountain waters, the swordsmen employed by Sopede watched the Raiders chill out as nothing changed from 'the old self'.

With his immediate greed, cheap rule of thumb, he was delusional about the advantages of numbers, even pitying on his' old self ', slaughtered by deception of fear.

"So if we don't know each other's orders, why don't we? Do larger bodies win, better gear win, or are you lucky? '

'It would be better to survive. But can that be said of the strong'

"Are those who can only beat those who are smaller than themselves, and those who can only beat the poor, by chance or by heaven, the mighty whom you aspire to?"

Equipment remains the same and the number of people is double. That fact remains the same.

Normally, I might be about to escape. It's not like I don't have that kind of fear.

But it's a simple story. You just have to kill two of them. So the enemy is wiped out.

I can now believe the reason why I would be laughing and laughing until I met Mountain Water.

Even if we know that's hard, if that's the way to get close to him, we can move on.

"It's true that temper, temper, that sort of thing matters."

'But it's a premise, and there's a way out of it'

'The mighty man whom I believe, who taught me the sword, showed me the way ahead'

"Let me show you something."

Scary, but not scary.

To those who arrived, the mercenaries of Sopede were silently intercepting.

"Oh! Oh!

"Phew..."

It comes down, an iron sword. If you hit it, you won't be immune to fatal injuries, a blow with weight.

I don't take that, I back down and dodge to cut my mind.

The sword that is swung down upon the earth makes the man who has it shine down.

I took it with a sword or it was a sword I was going to break my head with. If that's empty while running, it'll be a complete dead body.

Mountain water curses my immaturity for not being able to punch into the occasion, thinking that I wouldn't miss that opportunity.

But that was still enough. The opponent has taken off the attack and this one is waving his sword up.

In other words, even if you realize your opponent missed the attack, there was no room for this one to take off the attack.

"Hih...!

Even if I don't know, I feel dull by the fear of being slashed in an unprotected position.

Even though there would still have been a viability had he been able to create a defensive posture in an instant, he even had his eyes closed by the fear he remembered.

Well, here's the thing. So did I myself. A master would be able to defeat him without killing him.

With that in mind, I put a blow in my neck. Naturally, blood erupts fiercely, and it falls on me.

Shame on myself for feeling accomplished that I killed one person, and move on.

"Shit!

Move your gaze from the first person and look at the second. The man in front of me, who had a pine light, was uncomfortable.

He had the expectation that the man before him would slash him down, and he needed time to consolidate his resolve if he had to fight from there.

"Huh!"

"Damn!"

Control ahead without waiting for it.

You don't need to put a blow all over your body, just aim at your neck and put a quick knife in it.

Even if you didn't die instantly or you didn't get fatally injured, your heart breaks at that point.

The fear that was deceptive erupts, and nothing can be done. The bleeding will take away the time to resume there and the time to do the proper treatment.

And move on before stabbing the stop.

I've already slashed two of them, but I'm going to slash them more than I have enemies before.

"Hih!"

The third was already heartbroken.

I don't know about the other enemies, but my heart had already lost when I saw where the enemies coming at me vividly slammed their allies.

It might be harmless to leave it alone. So much so that the third person had a stiff body.

But slaughter. To my immature self, I'm not allowed to miss it.

"Hey, what the hell are these guys!

"Damn, I'm not listening to you!

"Why so strong...!

Like mountain water, there is no view of the whole thing.

But as far as the enemy in front of us was concerned, the comrades beside us also seemed to be unilaterally trumpeting the enemy.

The battle, which should have been an advantage, is kicked in unilaterally.

That meant that the defeat, which was common sense for both sides, would happen to a large number of people.

And naturally, the speed of the first step is as if it were different between falling back as a sword walking method and turning your back and escaping from where you were walking at full force.

The speed of their legs is different in the defeat of fear and in the pursuit of enemies with their backs turned.

In other words, the battle had changed from unilateral interception to even more unilateral pursuit.

"Stupid......"

The exile aristocrats who watched it from afar were stunned.

He was never clueless, he did everything he could.

I understood the enemy's information, prepared it for battle, and moved on to action.

That was a total failure.

"... no way, an elite man dressed as a mercenary! Right, it was a trap!

The exile nobles who watched from afar withdrew vividly.

Get on the horse and get away with it. It was really the right decision. Leaving the scene at full speed if the operation fails, that was the smartest decision I could make.

The problem was that there was nowhere in this country, such as where he would escape.