Chapter 30 (2)
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Philip placed the cup in front of Ian with a sullen expression.
The leader chuckled.
It seems youre treating your subordinate well.
Hes not a subordinate. Hes a young learner with a lot to learn.
The leader downed a gulp of alcohol in one go and said.
Even basic things are beyond him.
Really? Whats considered basic?
Well, simple things. Like not eating food from strangers.
As the leaders eyes squirmed a bit, Ians gaze moved from Philip to him.
Then should I be curious about why Im still unharmed?
Maybe the poisons effects havent fully kicked in yet. What you ate was poison that can even knock out an elephant.
Have you ever seen an elephant in person?
Have you? Whoo huh?
The leaders laughter gradually subsided.
It was because of Ians chilling gaze that was too quiet.
Based on experience, at this point, he should be either bluffing or enduring it with cold sweat running down his back. And then, at the right moment, his smile would harden.
And just like that, Ians smile froze for an instant.
Whoosh!
Ian lunged forward, his left hand striking out.
A dagger that was hardly drawn now etched a red line from the leaders cheek to his eye and forehead.
Aah-! My eye!
The now-blinded leader screamed and fell backwards.
His subordinates, who had been slow to respond, grabbed their cups and stood up.
But Ian was already releasing the thrown dagger and drawing another one.
Whoosh!
Aah!
The dagger deeply embedded itself in one mans arm.
What the hell! Kill him!
Get him!
The remaining three men charged at once.
Coincidentally, the two men Ian pointed out were the ones who rushed toward Philip.
It seemed that they were planning to deal with the weaker one first.
Without any concern, Ian watched the man charging at him.
He was about to leap at him from a certain distance.
Ian drew the Sword of Condemnation.
Clang!
The other mans sword collided head-on with the Sword of Condemnation, only to shatter on impact.
Wha?
For a brief moment, the mans face contorted with surprise.
Crunch!
The Sword of Condemnation was driven deep into the mans neck and penetrated through his chest. Blood spurted out from the torn body a beat after the impact.
Ian shook off the splattering blood and pushed the dying man aside, then retrieved the dagger stuck in his arm, raising it as he approached the stumbling man with an unsteady gait.
Oh, dont! Dont come any closer!
Seems like youve done this more than once. Im sure those youve killed so far said the same thing.
Ians voice dripped with ruthlessness as he stared fixedly into the mans eyes.
Werent you there back then?
Well, this is damn it all-!
Whoosh-!
The dagger thrust into the mans chest from a charge.
As Ian pulled out the sword, the man who had made a wheezing sound as if he was struggling to breathe collapsed.
Blood splattered on Ians body as well.
Its not as clean as with Maeve, is it?
Thinking this, Ian picked up the dagger that the man had dropped.
It was then, in that moment, that Philip managed to put some distance between himself and the other two.
Sir! If youre done, please help me! Im going to die like this!
Both Philip and the two men he was facing showed belated shock.
While the leaders screams could be ignored, the fact that their other team members had died in such a short span of time was what had shocked them.
It was right after they were identified that Ian spoke to the two remaining men.
You dont want to?
?!
I said you dont want to?
Philip, who had opened his eyes wide like the two bandits, asked.
Ian shrugged his shoulders.
Thats what it sounded like to me.
Sir, what youre saying is
Dieee!
Kyaaah!
Philips voice was drowned out by the screams of the two men charging at him.
The sounds of their shouts and screams, the clash of swords and shields, continued fiercely.
However, without paying them any attention, Ian continued forward.
Of course, it wasnt because he disliked or wanted Philip to die.
Philip was lacking in intuition and quite timid, but he was more sincere and loyal than most of the people in this world.
But the issue was that he had to keep an eye on him throughout the journey.
As they traveled together, Philip had to pull his weight.
He was more skilled than he appeared, so dealing with a couple of injured mercenaries should be within his capabilities.
The thought of dying at the hands of those guys.
Ian approached the fallen leader who was crawling on the ground.
The man, in the throes of agony, was trying to crawl away.
Thunk-
The dagger was driven into the back of the mans hand.
Aaaah-! You, you bastard!
The man clenched his wrist and let out a scream.
Ian stood before the man and let out a chuckle.
You were the one who administered the poison first, right? If you were planning to kill someone, you should have been prepared to die.
The leader opened his mouth frantically.
We, we didnt mean to kill! We were just planning to knock you out! We were only going to steal their belongings!
Is that so?
Turning his body, Ian picked up the cup that Philip had handed him earlier.
Then, gripping the dagger stuck in the back of the leaders hand, he said.
Euh, aack!
As he twisted the dagger, the man let out a scream.
Ian smiled.
You were just planning to knock us out? Well then, I guess Ill spare you.
This damn huk stupid kuck!
As the man cursed and spat, his face gradually turned red.
The man writhed in pain for a while, then vomited blood and fell silent.
It would have been easier if you had told the truth. You would have gone through it without any pain.
Ian muttered, wiping the dagger clean on the leaders clothes.
He suddenly turned his head at the sound coming from behind.
Oh, interesting.
One of the bandits was sprawled out, his body splattered with blood.
It was due to Philips lethal counterattack after blocking the attack with his shield.
I should be focused on them.
Ian sat down on a stone that the leader had been sitting on by the bonfire.
I wish there was popcorn.
He leisurely picked up the jerky that was laid out in front of him and watched the ongoing battle.
Translator; ippo
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