Genius Illegitimate Son Of A Great Bloodline - Chapter 75
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Swordsman of the Mask (2)
intensive care unit.
An emergency room prepared for emergencies during a dance party.
The woman sitting in front of the entrance quietly raised her head.
“You are here.”
Cleo.
Seeing the wizard with shadows on his face, Alice was startled.
“Cleo! are you okay?”
“yes.”
Cleo nodded.
Outwardly, it seemed fine.
bleeding?
Fracture?
Not at all.
There was not a single scratch.
But his voice was just as dark.
It’s like a shadow on your face.
“Cleo…”
Alice put on a worried expression.
“What happened? According to the Count, I heard that he lost after a very fierce match…?”
“I am not.”
Cleo shook her head vigorously.
Her eyes turned to the inside of the emergency room.
“The only one who fought was Bruce. I was simply disqualified for interfering in Bruce’s match. It was Bruce alone who had a fierce match.”
“Interrupted?”
“Bruce’s match is…”
Cleo bit her lip.
“It was one-sided. Anyone could see that he was 13 years old. The bleeding was close to lethal, and it wasn’t strange to kneel at any time. She was desperate and pitiful. but···”
“I wasn’t defeated by an agreement.”
Gray murmured.
“Inspector of the Mask.”
“…!”
“The guy who was said to have beheaded all his opponents in one match had to show a match worthy of a match for the first time.”
The reason was simple.
because it was strong
Silver Lion Bruce.
A man who is of the lineage of Leonhard, the 4th vassal of the Empire, and who will eventually gain the name of a blood lion.
Bruce was strong.
So I couldn’t finish the work together.
Rather than killing them, they had to properly divide the sum.
Mask Inspection!
An unidentified participant who slaughtered all opponents in one blow!
Even he couldn’t easily defeat Bruce.
Instant death in one hit?
impossible.
Because Bruce is strong.
I was strong, but I couldn’t win.
Because the swordsman of the mask who entered the match at his own pace was stronger than Bruce.
To the extent that it was driven unilaterally from start to finish.
“I tried telepathy.”
– Back!
Veins swelled in Cleo’s knuckles.
“I told you to stop now, give up and admit defeat. I’ve said it over and over again. And yet the idiot never listened.”
oozing blood.
twitching limbs.
gasping breath.
Standing is a miracle.
A corpse, no worse than a corpse.
Still, Bruce did not kneel.
I didn’t knock my hands on the floor.
Did not abstain.
Rather, it ran even more fiercely.
Letting out a loud roar like a lion.
“…that’s why the match couldn’t be stopped.”
Alice groaned.
Referee?
director?
Of course there is.
Isn’t Luther, the Twelve Girl of the Continent, the supervisor right now?
Luther must have been there that day too.
Still, I couldn’t dry it.
Because it didn’t win.
There are only two criteria for winning at the Supercontinental Dance Festival.
Either side declares its own defeat.
Either one can’t move at all.
that match.
Neither of them was a desperate bloody battle that was tantamount to life and death.
So no one could stop it.
only one.
Except for the wizard of the red magic tower who couldn’t stand it and stormed into the arena.
“The idiot… the idiot muttered as he shoved me away. That’s the guy we were looking for. I have to do whatever I can to stop him from winning.”
“Then he is…?”
nod
“The inspection of the mask. He is the one in charge of detonating anti-magic power with the Thunder Spear.”
“Then Bruce realizes that…”
“I was trying to stop it. If the thunder spear gets into his hand, everything will be gone.”
Cleo groaned in despair.
“A fool, an idiot, a fool. I’ll just do it in moderation and let it go. Just borrow money from me in moderation as usual and go for a drink.”
swollen lips.
rapid breathing.
Alice gently comforted Cleo, who fell into panic again.
what about gray?
Didn’t do anything.
just kept quiet
Focus on the voice in your head.
[Do you know? Contrary to people’s perception, lions are originally very lazy animals.]
‘of course.’
Gray’s eyes lit up.
‘Because he was like that too.’
Leonhard.
A family crest with the lion’s pattern as its symbol.
Do you even want to prove that bloodline?
Bruce was obviously an excellent fighter.
It was bold and arrogant.
But at the same time, I was also lazy.
a lover
Although he calls himself that, Gray already knew that Bruce had an excessive drinking habit.
Seriously, did he even borrow money from Cleo while drinking?
Bruce.
Contrary to his first impression, he was secretly lazy.
like a lion
‘But there’s a reason lions are lazy.’
reserve.
accumulation.
Instead of losing strength through frequent hunting, sitting quietly and conserving energy.
That was the reason the lion looked lazy at first glance.
[And there is only one case where the lion uses its stored power.]
threat!
When you meet a strong enemy that you can’t overcome moderately.
At that moment, as if the lion had been lazy, it displayed all its strength and confronted the formidable enemy.
So, is Bruce like that?
mask inspection.
It’s a challenge that even you can’t help yourself!
Did he fight so desperately to defeat him?
‘no.’
Gray shook his head.
‘Lions are pretty clever animals.’
Gray remembers.
Bruce Leonhardt.
The judgment and sense that the man called the silver lion often showed.
‘He’s never stupid enough to risk his own life for no reason.’
When encountering the Dawning Corps.
Gray remembered.
Cleo and Alice.
Compared to the two wizards who had already been subdued, Bruce had a lot of room.
The image of him skillfully rescuing two people after immediately realizing the meaning of the advance he had taken.
getaway!
At that moment, Bruce chose to run away without hesitation.
Showing your back is the disgrace of a knight!
It is all the more so if he is a blood descendant of Leonhardt, who is famous for his martial arts.
Even so, Bruce chose to run away without any hesitation.
Where is that?
Red Red Wine.
It was the same when I fell from a collapsed skyscraper.
Even though he didn’t say a word in advance, Bruce showed his self-defense with only the trembling of the Iron Spirit, and protected himself from the recoil of the fall.
Here, even deftly defeating the pursuit of the twilight and subduing some.
Bruce.
He was much smarter and smarter than he thought.
A man like that fought to the death risking his life?
Against a strong force with no hope of winning?
‘It can’t be.’
mask inspection?
Legion’s tail?
What did that mean?
If there are masked swordsmen in the Legion, there is Gray here.
Cleo’s invasion?
Since you were disqualified, at least you have to survive and win?
you’re welcome!
Bruce was never such a naive person.
fought nonetheless
I had to fight.
‘There must have been a reason to fight.’
Gray’s eyes lit up.
Approaching Cleo.
“Did he leave anything behind?”
“You mean?”
Cleo tilted her head.
“Words, words… I spoke a lot when it came to words. I mean, we have to stop him.”
“Other than that?”
Shaking my head.
“Bruce just kept repeating it from beginning to end. He couldn’t feel even a handful of mana in his core, but his consciousness had already been blown away a long time ago, and he tried to continue the match saying that he had to stop him until the end.”
“It’s a match.”
Gray nodded.
“In other words, you mean he tried to have a ‘match’ with the masked swordsman?”
“…?”
Did you realize something at the moment?
Cleo, who had been absent-minded, opened her eyes.
“Come to think of it, it’s strange. Bruce must have been acutely aware of the difference between the swordsman of the mask and himself. Even so, it persisted like a tenacious bite. It was definitely different from what Bruce had been up to.”
“Win or lose.”
Alice nodded.
“Bruce had no intention of defeating the masked swordsman from the beginning. He was a match, not a win or loss, he had a purpose in itself.”
so i jumped
endured like a tenacious
Even if you can’t win, you can divide the sum.
That’s enough.
Bruce must have attacked the masked swordsman with that thought.
“For what reason?
“I don’t know if I can say this, but…”
Cleo looked at Gray.
“The swordsman in the mask seemed to resemble you somehow.”
“Gray Confucius?”
nod
Cleo and Alice’s gaze turned to Gray.
“I am a wizard. It’s hard to say specifically, since he’s not a knight or a soldier, but the masked swordsman who competed properly and shared a deal with Bruce seemed oddly like Prince Gray.”
Gray’s eyes lit up.
“You, the wizard, felt that way?”
“yes.”
“Then there’s nothing to say about that unmanned guy.”
from scratch.
Bruce probably realized that right from the start of the match.
Resembles.
The swordsman of the mask resembles Gray.
stride.
Breath.
posture.
temperament.
It’s never exactly the same, but it’s so similar that you can’t just look at it.
Of course, it would have been Gingamin at first.
However, as time passed, the moment when the masked swordsman revealed his true intentions.
Bruce would have been sure.
The Masked Swordsman and Gray.
The two have something to do with each other.
Is such a person a black man aiming for a lightning spear?
A clue that can never be overlooked!
So Bruce persevered.
little bit more!
just a little bit more!
then you will see
that you will soon reach the truth you want.
Thinking so, he must have accepted the lifeless sword.
How many times, how many times.
“that···”
Cleo groaned.
“If you really went that far and wanted to know… why didn’t you tell me? When I used telepathy, at least if you tipped me off when I broke in!”
“Because I couldn’t figure it out.”
Alice put on a sad expression.
“Cleo. I’m really sorry…but there’s a good chance that Bruce didn’t get the answer he wanted until the very end.”
If you found out, there’s no reason not to tell Cleo.
Alice was saying that now.
reasonable guess.
It wasn’t Cleo who didn’t know that, and she put on a much darker expression than at first.
worthless.
pointless.
Are you saying that bloody battle, which was so terrible, had no meaning?
The moment when a gloomy silence fell.
[Are you the Gray Prince?]
planted!
The voice was planted.
Gray’s eyes lit up.
[Luther?]
[As expected. While taking care of a patient in the emergency room, I felt a familiar energy and spoke to you, but it was you.]
[Did Bruce leave anything behind?]
[Come in at once.]
Luther’s tone was as serious as ever.
[You must be alone.]
Gray tilted his head.
Cleo and Alice also tilted their heads.
“Why?”
“This is Luther.”
“…!”
“You want me to come in alone.”
“Why?”
Shaking my head.
“I do not know either. If I find anything inside, I’ll tell you. So stay calm.”
Two women who finally understand.
Gray turned his back and walked into the emergency room.
“Welcome.”
bloody smell.
and red.
red again.
Luther’s body was covered in blood.
The white shroud he always wore looked red.
Of course, that blood was not Luther’s.
Luther quietly moves away.
Then, likewise, a bed covered in blood was revealed.
Gray stared at the bed.
carefully.
very carefully.
[…Bruce Leonhardt.]
the guide whispered.
with a somewhat bubbly look.
[What is your relationship with him?]
‘Partnership, temporary.’
[If so, what do you think of him?]
‘well.’
Gray murmured.
His gaze was still nailed to the bed.
‘I don’t particularly hate or like it.’
[If you had to choose between the two?]
‘It must be the one I like.’
[Sure, I can understand giving you such a generous score.]
The guide affirmed.
[Because now this look is quite similar. With that backbone.]
the Tupon.
The world’s most honest backbone always looked like that.
“Tupon is fine.”
“Twenty kegs of blood was spilled, thirty bones were broken, and the broken ribs pierced the lungs, making it difficult to breathe, but Tupon is fine.”
“Because Tupon is strong.”
It was true.
The tupon was really strong.
immortality!
Tupon was so strong that he could think of such a word on his own.
That’s why it always took the lead.
If Charon took the lead to cut down the enemy, Tupon took the lead to crush the enemy.
Attack on Titan!
The power and skin of the giants flowing through Tupon’s body blocked any attack and shattered any defense.
But, that was all.
The tupon was just strong.
It was only a strong back.
‘That bastard is an asshole.’
[That bastard is a double-headed man.]
immortality?
That’s right.
Tupon never dies.
Doesn’t die.
“Okay.”
“Tupon is fine.”
“Tupon doesn’t hurt.”
“Fool.”
“you?”
Luther widening his eyes.
Either way, Gray strode over and jerked the blood-stained seat back.
The horrors revealed.
Gray opened his eyes.
“…a truly terrible death sword.”
Luther murmured sadly.
“I have wandered all over the continent except for my 4 rough terrains, but I have never seen a sword as deadly and deadly as mine. It’s a miracle that you’re still breathing.”
“indeed.”
Gray nodded.
“It’s understandable that the other finalists know and withdraw because they made it this way.”
“Of course, he probably didn’t want to end up like that. furthermore···”
Luther is speechless.
Looking at Gray, he asked insinuatingly.
“Are you used to it?”
“I am used to it.”
“Do you understand?”
“Even if you don’t want to know, I know.”
scar!
It was a huge scar that split the chest.
Even though I had already finished treatment.
physical surgery.
Healing of divine power.
Even so, it left such a terrible scar.
At first, it must have been a deep and fatal wound that would not be strange even if it was severed as it is.
Gray’s eyes watched Bruce frantically.
blue-white spiral.
Floating the silently spinning ring of mana.
ice wheel.
It is not something that Gray has revealed himself.
The ice-cream that Gray had learned was a natural response.
mana.
The clear traces of mana that still remain in the scars in front of my eyes.
‘Ice wheel ceremony.’
Surprisingly, Mana’s true identity was the Ice Wheel Ceremony.
Great Ionics!
Among those blood relatives, only those who have been recognized by the head of the family can learn the supreme mana technique!
sure
The traces of mana were undoubtedly pointing to the Ice Wheel Ceremony.
Why did Luther call Greyman?
It was simple.
Gray is the only one who needs to know this.
Great Ionics.
Because it wouldn’t be good for other people to know.
“I also doubted my eyes at first.”
Luther sighed.
“This scar… is the final blow the masked swordsman left on Prince Bruce. Until then, I also had no idea what kind of person the masked swordsman was.”
Not anymore.
mask inspection.
He has obviously mastered the Ice Wheel Ceremony.
What could that mean?
“Why don’t you try contacting the main house? As an outsider, I know I can’t interfere, but since the issue is an issue, it’s better to clarify the truth…”
“There is no need for that.”
“hmm?”
“Because these are the scars I know very well.”
A huge scar on Bruce’s chest.
It was the most perfect swordsman Gray knew.
‘Charon.’
