The Lazy Swordmaster Chapter 33

The Lazy Swordmaster Chapter 33

The Lazy Swordmaster 33

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What do you mean, ‘what am I going to do?’.


Riley looked back at Ian with his intentions imbedded in his eyes.

He had no wish to deal with the cheese factory any longer, not to mention it was annoying.


We run.


Ian nodded with confirmation.

Riley quickly turned around.

At the same time...

The first son of Erenjium family, Aploc and his follower quickly pursued, shouting “How dare you!”

It didnt seem like they would allow them to escape.


"Excuse me. But we cannot let you past this..."


Ian spread his arms in order to stop the two from catching Riley, then frowned.


His movements arent so bad?


The follower was nothing if not ordinary.

But the boy who named himself Aploc...

As the first son of Erenjium, his movements were quite special.


"Ho, not bad for an old man but...sadly its 2-on-1."


Ians hand which tried to grab his clothes, only grasped the air behind Aploc.

Ians face was scrunched by the fact that he allowed Aploc to slip by.


Young Master!


Ian turned his head around.

Aploc was already approaching Riley with a grin.

He was just an arms reach away.


"How dare you show your back!"


It was a dishonourable act for a n.o.ble.

From his aggressive tone, it seemed he was not fond of Rileys actions, and was looking to punish him dearly for it.


"For someone who doesnt have a shred of n.o.bility in you..."


Aploc grabbed onto Riley clothes.

And...


"...?!"


He looked into Rileys face.

He annoyed of the fact that his clothes were caught.

The threatening face Riley was making had nothing backing it, not even mana. But it was enough for Aploc to hold his breath.


Whats this? This atmosphere?


The leisurely atmosphere that was around Riley when he was apologising was gone.

In its place was a chilling aura which made Aploc gasp.


"...I was trying to get by easily. Why this again."


Riley opened his mouth.

The moment Aplocs senses came back, his wrist was already in Rileys hand.


"You!"


Aploc struggled to release himself from the grip.

More accurately, tt was his instinct to escape from the chilling fear.

Run from here immediately.

Thats what his body was telling him.


What the, his strength is...


Aploc began to use his mana.

The blue mana moved from his heart to his shoulder, form his shoulder to his forearm, into his wrist.

Now, all that was left was to swing his wrist.


"Kuk?!"


The wrist should have been free...after the swing.

But strangely, Rileys hand continued to grip on Aplocs wrist like a vice.

In fact, it was getting stronger to the point where the wrist felt like it was about to get crushed.


What? What is this?


It doesnt seem like hes using mana?

He has no problem in a contest of strength, even when Im using mana.

Actually, he seemed like he was ahead.

Very far ahead.


"Y-Young Master?"


Ian and Aplocs follower stopped their skirmish and looked at what was happening here.

Glancing at Riley who had never looked like this before.


"..."


Ian just stood there, unable to speak a word.


"Why do you have to irritate me like this? Huh?"

"Uuh! My wrist...my wrist..."

"Master Aploc!"


Moving past Ian, Aplocs follower extended his arm in order to save him.

Realising that Riley was no push over, the followers hand was already imbued with mana.


"Let me just..."


Riley spoke as he swung the arm which was holding Aplocs wrist.

Aplocs body moved like a ragdoll.


"...live in peace!"


As he continued his words, Riley swung his arm once more in the opposite direction, deflecting the follower’s hand and released Aplocs wrist from his grip.


"Uak!"

"Kuk!"


The follower was. .h.i.t by Aplocs back and flew in an arc, landing at the entrance of the rest room.

Aploc continued to fly in the direction he was swung with such force, such that he became stuck in the wall from his back.


"..."


Gulp.


Ian who had been watching Riley all this time moved his eyes to look at Aploc who was imbedded in the wall.

It seemed he had managed to absorb most of the impact with his mana, as Aploc still maintained his consciousness despite the cracks present on the wall.

Although he seemed a little out of it.


"Haaah..."


The storm has gone past, and Riley sighed greatly.

Riley glimpsed at Ian, then stepped toward Aploc.


"Oi."

"..."


Riley spoke as he moved his face close to Aplocs.

Aploc could not answer, and simply looked back at him with his jaw ajar.

It seems he was quite shocked at what had just happened.


"Ill only say this once, so listen carefully."


Riley let his killing intent seep out.

Aplocs face began to turn blue.

Ian simply held his breath.


"...Got it?"


With a whisper, Riley spoke to Aploc with his mouth on Aplocs ear, and Ian was unable to hear what was said.

Nonetheless, he could tell that Aplocs face was getting paler than before.


"G-got it."


Aploc nodded furiously.

It seemed Riley had made a request.


"Remember. You speak about this, then I dont care if youre of the Erenjium or the Orangium... Ill make a mess out of it."

"...Tha-, Ah, Y-...Yes! Of Course!"


Even as a 3rd party, the killing intent felt overpowering.

How would it feel to be the person it is directed at?


"Ian."

"..."

"Ian!"

"Ah...Yes!"


Rileys call snapped our Ian from his thoughts.

The clear killing intent that could be felt from Riley was now gone as if it were just an illusion.


"Ill leave cleaning the mess to you. If anyone asks, it was done by you okay?"

"Sorry? Why..."

"Ill take responsibility. Its a request okay? Mercenary hero?"

"..."


Riley returned to his seat.

And in the corridor leading to the toilet were just Aploc, his follower and Ian.


"...Im back."

"You took a while."

"Ah, yes."

"Hm? Young Master, where is Ian?"

"I think its a big one. It seemed like it was going to take a while so I stopped waiting and came first."

"But um...didnt you hear some kind of an explosion before?"

"Explosion? I didnt hear anything. Maybe its Ian? Pff, quite the intense one hes having. Youve got some good ears Sera."


Riley who had ditched Ian began to gulp down the black sugar beer.


Gulp, gulp.


He drank it as if trying to forget the cheesy lines from before, and after a few gulps, he exhaled with satisfaction.


"Ah, its starting. So, whats the main point to look for in this match?"


Riley asked Sera as he watched both contestants enter.

Despite the unintended incident at the toilet, he had still managed to come back before it had started.


"It seems one of them is a winning candidate. A lot of people are cheering for him. Im one of them as well."


Sera answered with a smile.

Riley tilted his head.


"Winning candidate?"

"Yes, do you see the person with two swords?"


He wore an indigo cape which extended down to his waist, along with two swords of unequal lengths hanging at his sides.

Riley crossed his arms as he inspected the man Sera was pointing to.


"Hm."


The atmosphere around him didnt seem too bad.

From Rileys judgement, he a.s.sumed that Lloyd, the second son of Iph.e.l.leta house, would be similar to him if he was of a similar age.

Just the fact that he used two swords as his weapons was the difference.


"Hes the only contestant who dual wields like me. Thats why Im cheering for him as well."


Sera continued to explain with a blush, as if embarra.s.sed.


"He is from the Jenier family... This is the first tournament hell be fighting in."

"Its his first tournament and hes the winning candidate? He must be quite famous? I didnt think that just because he dual wields, that it would be like this."

"Yes. Well...before the tournament started, it seems like he showed amazing skills in the mock battle which was done in privately amongst the contestants. Ah, and one more thing!"


Sera spoke with her index finger extended, as if this was the most important point.


"Hes saying he wants to surpa.s.s the Iph.e.l.leta House as well. That was his main reason for  entering this tournament."

"The Iph.e.l.leta House?"

"Yes, Iph.e.l.leta is considered the best when it comes to swordsmanship in n.o.bility."


Rileys face became confused.


"Then, shouldnt we not cheer for him?"

"Whats wrong with that? Its nice to see that he has some ambition in him."


Sera laughed while waving her hands in the air.

Riley turned away from her to watch the match, unable to understand.

The referee in the square raised his hands.


"The match will continue until one of the contestants is driven off the stage, or until he can no longer move. Use of mana is allowed, but using it with the intention to kill will be grounds for disqualification. This judgement will be done by the referee. Do you understand?"


The referee explained the rules of the match to the two n.o.bles.


"Yes."

"Uuuh...yes."


The two n.o.bles nodded.

The n.o.ble Jenier nodded with a calm demeanor.

While his opponent was breaking a cold sweat, and nodded a little later.

It seemed he was quite nervous.


"I think the match is already decided."


The countdown began as Sera made her comment.

The two contestants drew their swords.

One side looked confident while the other looked quite grim.

It seemed he was ready to head to the toilet at any moment.


"Im not so sure about that."


Even so.

Riley keenly observed the match.

He seemed quite interested.


"Uh, Sera."

"Yes?"

"Whats the family of Jeniers opponent?"

"His opponent? Well... What was it?"


2 seconds left.

1 second.

The match began.


"Ah, I remember. It was Erenjium..."


Before Sera could finish her words.

Jeniers twin blades flew in the air.


"Huh?"


The opposite of Seras expectation occurred.

The Jenier contestant could not believe what had happened.

Both of his hands were in the air with his swords discarded.

He was completely open.

His opponent, Erejium charged toward his stomach after the first strike.


"Erenjium?"


It was if he had expected this would happen.

Riley didnt even check what was happening afterwards and recalled about the Erenjium family.


I, Aploc, first son of the Erenjium family!


Ah.

Rileys face turned sour.

The person he had just man handled was from Erenjium as well.


"I, I did it?!"


Soon after, there was a mutter from the contestants.

Towards the man who could not believe what he had achieved just now.

The referee shouted.


"Victor! Erenjiums second son, Aplion!"

"I, I won? I won!"


Second son?

So hes the younger brother?

Riley scratched his head as he saw the timid boy who was unlike his brother, then turned his head.

It showed on his face that he remembered something.


Now that I think about it...


Ian had not returned yet.


Is something happening?


Its been some time since he left Ian to deal with the clean up.

It wouldnt be strange if he had returned by now.

Something was odd.


Nah, what could possibly happen?


It was weird.

But detecting no big changes to Ians mana, Riley decided that it was nothing to worry about and began to eat the snacks Sera had prepared.