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As usual, I look over the documents I'd been given. It seems that my partner for tonight will be a Dark Swordswoman.
In talking about this Dark Swordswoman, we must first touch on the Dark Sword.
The Dark Sword.
It is a general term for swords that harbor the "Dark Force," a negative power.
As its name suggests, all Dark Swords carry the risk of being cursed. However, the Dark Swordsman who wields it is not at all susceptible to the risk of being cursed by the Dark Sword.
Not being able to recover from the damage means, in extreme cases, that even a scratch can be fatal. For that reason, the Dark Swordsman is unmatched by other classes when it comes to killing living things.
On the other hand, they are almost completely useless against inanimate objects like the Giant Magical Golems, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that if they haven't mastered a Blade Art like Iron Slicing, they're screwed.
Since I, the hero, can use it, Blade Arts are not necessarily the exclusive domain of Samurai, but there are very few other classes who have mastered it. This is because it is a secret technique that only Samurai, who place everything on their one and only source of support, the sword, can master. The fact that they do not use magic makes them seem much more like supernatural beings than your average magician, is a perfect example of the saying that "advanced skills are indistinguishable from magic."
If there was a Dark Swordsman who had mastered Blade Arts, it would be like a dragon gaining wings. As I was thinking about this, my thoughts turned to tonight's partner.
The time came, and my partner for the night appeared. "Nice to meet you. I will be performing this role for tonight, my name is Luciferis Enzephore. Please call me Ferris." Up to this point, it was the usual exchange, but there was one crucial difference. And that was. Even though we were about to make a child, she was fully dressed in her armor.
I had a sense of déjà vu, like when I first met Iona. However, she was also wearing an even more rugged helmet. In that sense, she seemed even more guarded than Iona. The jet-black armor that seemed to melt into the darkness made me think that. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Eucharlouch BraveLord. You can call me Charles."
"Then I'll call you that." Her true face was hidden under the cold helmet as she answered. I couldn't see her expression. "Judging from your outfit, it doesn't seem like you're here just to make a baby." "You're quick to understand." As she answered, my eyes were inevitably drawn to the sword she was carrying. There was no need to ask, the sword was none other than the Dark Sword. The sword has such an ominous aura about it. "As you already know, this sword is a Dark Sword." "It seems so." "Deathbringer, the Summoned Blade. Its slash kills the target in one hit." Deathbringer, the Summoned Blade.
True to its name, it’s a dark sword that brings death.
Its ominous reputation places it among the upper echelons of dark swords.
I've heard the name before, but this is my first time laying eyes on the actual blade.
Even an adventurer like me who has traveled the world has rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with a dark sword and the Dark Swordsmen who wield them. The girl before me now is such a rare existence. There are also other swords such as the Pain Blade, which increases the attack power dramatically depending on how often the user is injured, and the Avenger, which increases the attack power only when the attack is returned to the target that has been attacked.
"Just your appearance speaks volumes about your willingness to face me." "Yes." "Can you at least tell me why?" "Of course." She nods. "You're Lord Eucharlouch, who easily defeated the Giant Magical Iron Golem and the demon. There's no doubt about your abilities as a hero, but there's something else I'd like to see before you make a child with me."
"Oh, what else?
I ask, faintly aware of the answer.
"It's mental strength."
The answer is exactly what I expected.
"Mental strength is what is required above all else for those who plan to have a child with Dark Swordsmen. I would like to confirm this, so I will use a real sword in the duel. Is that okay?" A single blow would mean death. She made that clear to me and then emphasized it. It seemed that the moment she asked me that question, she began to assess whether I was suitable to be her stud, a stud for the Dark Swordswoman. My answer to that was...
"I don't mind."
"You have great courage. To be honest." "Yeah." "I didn't expect you to answer so quickly." I made an instant decision on a choice involving death.
Her opinion of me, who didn't even show any signs of hesitation, was not entirely off the mark. Even though I have some skill, I may be broken somewhere, making such a snap decision in search of tension and thrills. That's what I think. "Any restrictions?"
"No restrictions are necessary. Since the Dark Swordsman uses the Dark Sword, it would not be fair to impose restrictions only on you." The location changed to the training ground, and we faced each other. "What are the rules?" "Shall we go until one of us yields, or until a decisive judgment is made if the outcome is unclear? I leave the determination of victory or defeat in such cases to you, Lord Charles." "You seem to trust me a lot." "I'm sure Lord Charles wouldn't lie about the outcome."
It's not an insult, so I think it's safe to take it literally. The aura she exudes doesn't show any hostility towards me.
Rather, she must have come all this way because she has high hopes for me as a good stud.
"Aren't you going to put on your armor, Lord Charles?" She asks, even though I show no signs of putting it on. "If I put it on, Ferris won't be able to see what you want to see, and it will weaken my resolve." "You're well prepared. Let's begin then." "Yeah. Anytime is fine." And so my showdown with Luciferis began.
Having fulfilled my promise with the magic swordsmen, I once again had an audience with the King of Sorceras and then set off on my journey home. There were a few battles with monsters, but they were only minor skirmishes. We weren't attacked by any particular hordes, so I only had to step out briefly.
By the end of this journey, I had finished making children with all the women who accompanied me, as planned. It was the first time I'd set foot on my hometown in several days. The mild climate of Braidea felt good on my cheeks. I felt like I was finally back home, free from the scorching heat. I headed straight for the castle and reported my results to the king.
"You've worked hard. Let's ensure those who accompanied you receive their rewards as well."
As expected, the king responds with a face that shows no signs of worry.
"We graciously accept."
I receive the reward on behalf of the group.
Since it's coming from the king, I'm sure he'll distribute it equally.
I know there are vassals who don’t think well of my existence, but this time there was no particular backlash.
It seems there are no particular objections to maintaining good relations with other countries.
The audience went smoothly and the meeting was dismissed. Except for me. "You stay behind, Eucharlouch. There's a bit more to discuss." With the king's words, I'm the only one who stayed behind, and after making sure everyone else had been cleared away, the king spoke. "You probably don't know the contents of this letter." Saying that, the king continues. "It seems he's quite fond of you." "What do you mean?"
"It says that he wants you as a son-in-law once you're finished with your current work." "Are you serious?"
The king laughed off my question.
"It's only a matter of saying it. I don't think they really think they can take the hero as a son-in-law." "If we're only thinking about the national interest, I don't think it's such a bad deal." I ignore my own feelings and say.
"If we're only thinking about profit and loss." The king showed a rare bitter expression. Furthermore. "Is it a political marriage? I don't like it." The king spat out those words.
It's not like there wasn't a history of political marriages in the hero's bloodline. The king himself, who said this, had far from romantic marriages. The only person he had a purely romantic relationship with was my mother.
Perhaps because he was like that, he respects the person's wishes above all else when it comes to marriage. The fact that I'm still single at this age is proof enough of that. "I'm getting emotional, which is uncharacteristic of me." The king said with a sigh.
"You can marry the person you want to spend the rest of your life with when you want to. Well, since I've given you your role, I'll be tying you down for a while."
As a parent, not as a king, he seems to feel sorry for delaying my marriage. "Anyway, it's been hard work. Take your time to recover from the fatigue of your journey." I left after receiving words of appreciation from the king. And so, I completed my mission of defeating the orcs in another country.
"Do you have any scrap metal you don't need? I can show you Iron Slicing for future reference." "Iron Slicing?" "It's literally a technique for cutting iron." "Iron? I would love to see that!" So I demonstrate it. "Ha!" I cut the prepared iron block in half. "Whoa!" While the three of them stare wide-eyed, the leader remains calm. They must have seen someone capable of cutting iron before. "I see that you're surprised." I continue after saying that.
"You can do this much if you use auxiliary magic and magic sword together, right?" I ask. That's the path I took before learning Blade Arts, so I've confirmed it. "Indeed. But it's impossible with pure sword skill alone. That's why I'm surprised."
Sorceras is a magical powerhouse, so it's common to try to use magic as an attacking method. However, if you use magic, you can't avoid the problem of running out of mana. Unless you're a fairly high-ranking magician, you can't avoid having to rely on mana water. The magic sword was invented to improve fuel efficiency.
Although the magic sword is now synonymous with a magical powerhouse, they were originally considered heretical. This is despite the fact that magic swords are more difficult to master than regular magic. This is because wizards, who were previously able to fight from a distance because they used to attack with magic, now have to take their weapons and go to the front lines. Apparently, there was a tremendous backlash from wizards who didn't want to go to the front lines.
"It seems that we have neglected swordsmanship itself because we are magic swordsmen. I understood this very well when I fought with Prince Eucharlouch."
That's what he said, but that wasn't what I intended, so I'll explain it. "Please don't misunderstand." I said before continuing. "I'm not pointing out that you lack power. There aren't many swordsmen as good as you."
Having said that, I finally say what I wanted to say. "I just wanted to tell you that you guys can aim higher with even the smallest of opportunities." Sometimes it's not about learning new techniques, but just a small realization that can make you grow beyond recognition. That's what I wanted to tell them.
There's more than one way to do it. Although the process may be different, there should be many paths that lead to the same result. What I showed them was just one of them.
There should be many answers to the normally difficult goal of cutting iron. Whether you can realize that or not makes a big difference in your growth. After that. It developed into a small unveiling of the Hero's secret techniques, the Brave Arts.
A messenger horse had been sent to report before I returned to the castle, so the King of Sorceras already knew about the situation. "Thank you very much for your help this time." I received his thanks, "No, I was just doing what I had to do as a descendant of the hero."
I replied.
"I wasn’t doubting your ability, but hearing the actual report from my subjects makes it feel real."
The troublesome issue of the Orcs, which had been a concern for many years, was resolved in just one day. The king seems to be still half in doubt. After a brief exchange with the king, I received the letter. After my audience with the king, I decided to train the magic swordsmen as I had promised.
"Thank you very much for giving us your time today."
He said bowing his head deeply.
"No, it's a rare opportunity for me to train with famous magic swordsmen. I'll learn from you." Although they may not be as strong as me, they have techniques that I have not mastered. It is well worth it to be joining their training. "Thank you for your help today!" The one who cheerfully said this to me was the youngest of the group. He's really fond of me. Even though women have been fond of me, I rarely get liked by the same sex, so to be honest I don't mind. Being adored by a man usually leads to jealousy and resentment. It seems that men around the world don't really like the fact that an effeminate man like me is popular.
Well, that doesn't really matter. We start sparring right away. First of all, without magic.
As expected, one might say. They are so used to fighting that they can fight even without magic. Their skills are superior to those of our Braidea soldiers who have been trained in actual combat. It is a country with a Colosseum.
It is not difficult to imagine that they hold regular matches. "What do you think of our swordsmanship?" "I think it is quite useful. Of course, this excludes classes that rely solely on the sword." I express my honest opinion.
"You mean a class that fights only with swords?" "Samurai and Dark Saber, right? Samurai in particular have incredible skills even though they don't use any special weapons."
"Oh, why do you think so?"
"They can create wind blades, like I did, and cut people down with their armor on. Well, only masters can do that."
The more skilled you are, the more you tend to cut out unnecessary things, so in reality you can cut through gaps in the armor, but I use that example to make it easier to understand.
"I'd heard about how incredible the swordsmanship of the Samurai was, but I never thought it would be that good...!" "They don't use magic, just pure skill. You don't need any special talent." "Wow...!" The magic swordsmen were astonished.
At the height of human potential.
They realize that extraordinary training can enhance human power to such an extent.
Meanwhile. Some of the orcs seem to be a little clever, and they desperately use gestures and movements to beg for forgiveness from the terror before them, in other words, from me. What did the orcs do to someone who was begging for forgiveness like that? Obviously, there's no way they'd forgive them. So I have no choice but to give the same answer as them. I'll make an equal bloodbath. There was no way they could be forgiven after they'd once bared their fangs at someone and then apologized when they were in a bad situation. If they want to show their submission, it's meaningless unless they do so before crossing swords.
Some of the orcs tried to surprise me by pretending to surrender, but of course I knew what to do. I had them go to the same place as their comrades who had set out earlier. Without wasting much time, I wiped out the horde of orcs. All that remained were the corpses of the orcs. Corpses as far as the eye could see. Corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses. Literally piled high with corpses. "Is this the work of a human...!?" "It's as if a dragon had made a mess of everything...!" That's what the soldiers who came to clean up afterwards said.
I felt like I'd gone a bit too far, but I guess that's how it was. This was to make them feel a moderate amount of awe, that the hero's power is great, and that it would not be wise to make Braidea their enemy. We're reliable when we're on your side, but terrifying when we become your enemy.
I take this opportunity to assert and appeal that I'm this kind of person. After providing some rough information, I head to the royal castle of Sorceras to report that I have completed my extermination of the orcs. Strictly speaking, I have not destroyed all the orcs in the forest.
Somewhere in this forest is the orc's base, and there is no doubt that there are adolescent monsters there. However, it is not my job to find them or eliminate them. My job is to solve problems that this country cannot handle, and problems that can be solved do not fall under that category. Hunting the remaining orcs is all about numbers, so manpower is absolutely necessary. That is the job of the people of this country. And thus, the official objective of defeating the orcs was completed.
I simultaneously chop off the heads of all four of the orcs that came carelessly approaching. "?!" The orcs' faces change color as they see me slaughtering four in an instant. But it's too late. They were too confident of their victory and approached me carelessly. I feel bad for the orcs, but...no, it's not that bad. I need them to be defeated as spectacularly as possible. Needless to say, to make myself look good. There are two main reasons why I was sent here this time.
One is to have them owe us a favor.
The other is to make them realize that it is not a good idea to start a conflict with Braidea. Braidea's land is fertile. As a result, there are many countries that are aiming for its land. Well, with the existence of heroes, the formidable monsters, and the high appearance rate, it's not the kind of place one can just casually lay their hands on.
But there are still countries that are trying to get their hands on it. Yes, like the Vallegarda Empire. I was sent here for all these reasons. I'm not doing this out of pure goodwill. You can't avoid all sorts of complicated issues when running a kingdom. Anyway. It's not a battle. It's a one-sided slaughter.
Battles are about numbers.
That's what standard theory would say.
However, the difference in strength between me and the orcs was so overwhelming that it didn't matter to me.
The orcs' numbers were rapidly dwindling.
The earth was quickly dyed red.
"!!"
Seeing this, the orcs showed vivid expressions of fear. It probably wasn't the first time they'd experienced the death of a comrade in battle, but they must have never seen the nightmarish sight of their compatriots being killed by humans, who they only thought of as food or little more than a seedbed. Otherwise, they would never have thought of setting up camp so close to a human town. They had underestimated humans far too much. This time, they were paying the price for that.
However, the cost is so significant that it cannot simply be dismissed as a price.
Without any time to regret, the pig orc monsters are losing their lives one after another.
The next day.
I spoke to King of Sorceras about the practice with the magic swordsmen last night, and he readily agreed.
It’s a rare opportunity to practice with a hero, he said, almost as if he wanted to ask for it himself.
With the prospect of some fun after work, I head towards my original goal, the subjugation of the orcs.
Here's how it's planned. I take the women who have accompanied me and head to the forest where the orcs are hiding. They'll likely appear to them as the women are the most attractive prey. As you can probably guess from the fact that they were chosen for my duty, they are no mere helpless women. They have the ability to put up magical barriers and protect themselves. Their role is to act as a decoy. It's up to me to hunt down the orcs that swarm them.
The soldiers led by the magic swordsmen are waiting at the gates of the town. I have asked them to defend the town in case the orcs head towards it. However, their main role will likely be to clean up the orcs' corpses. I have no intention of letting even one of them get close to the town.
I stepped into the forest in question. The scent of fresh green leaves, unique to the forest, tickled my nose. It would have been a fine place if it weren't for the danger, but it was the home of the orcs. A precious forest in the desert. It was a place that Sorceras definitely didn't want to lose by making any careless moves.
Knowing this, the orcs are reluctant to come out easily. It should be a very comfortable home for them, with a town of humans close at hand, from whom they can easily kidnap females. What should I do if they are slow to come out? You can't get the dragon's treasure without entering the dragon's den. I would have no choice but to go and see for myself.
I've asked three people with good long-distance vision to watch over me so that they can keep an eye on my actions. It seems the desert people have good eyesight. I can't see them, but I can tell they're watching me. Thinking about this, I walk slowly for about an hour. When we reached a somewhat open area, the orcs appeared.
They've finally made an appearance. They're no fools. They've shown themselves with an overwhelming numerical advantage. It would have been impossible for them to act like this on the day the knights were dispatched, as they would have been on guard. They bare their fangs and wear nasty grins. Well, I'll stop them from making that face soon.
They were all paying attention to me, who was at the front. I have androgynous features, and they have paid a lot of attention to my appearance. I'm wearing a cloak so it's hard to see the lines of my body. There are many reasons like this that the orcs might think I'm a woman. Swords, spears, and axes. The orcs approached, each with their own weapon in hand.
"Would you like to dance for a song?" Afterwards, I was invited to dance by the young ladies who were the highlight of the party. "Yes, I'd be happy to dance with you." I responded in a carefree mood. Compared to my brothers, I have little experience in social situations, but I am still a prince. I've been drilled with etiquette and dancing to the point of being sick of it. So ballroom dancing is also a piece of cake for me. The women of this country prefer strong men. Appearance-wise, they'd expect a man with brown skin, a good physique, and a fine beard. I'm the polar opposite of that ideal.
Still, the fact that I was able to defeat the magic swordsmen in an instant seemed quite attractive to them. Well, no matter how good-looking a man is, a man who can't protect you in an emergency is worthless.
These women who have set their sights on me are probably doing the right thing as living beings.
I'm not so stupid that I don't notice the gazes of those staring at me with disgust and displeasure.
"Just because he’s a bit skilled, to be smitten with such an effeminate man…"
"Such a young man who can’t even grow a decent beard…!"
"The ladies seem to be very curious about a foreign prince. Being captivated by him is probably just a temporary fever." I can hear such jealous words, as if they're not amused by the fact that an outsider is receiving such passionate stares from the ladies.
I pretend not to hear them, as I don't have time to deal with them one by one. Facial Hair is apparently standard equipment for attracting women in this country, but that doesn't matter to me, as I'm not from this country. Well, I do socialize with the women who flock to me, but I don't intend to do anything more than that.
I'm officially here in my position as a prince, and I've brought my own companions for the night. There's no need to go out of my way to find a companion.
The party is in full swing. The party comes to a close with a passionate dance befitting the desert people.
Late at night. Needless to say, my original duty was waiting for me. "Ahhh...! Lord Eucharlouch...!" A sweet cry echoed through the room. Amidst the sweet scent, our skin pressed together, and I completed my original job. And so my day came to an end.
