The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 165

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 165

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully 165

Vlad Tepes (2)

When a person’s head collides with a wooden club swung with full force, it’s almost certain to break.

Moreover, the person swinging the club was a B-class Diver [a person with supernatural abilities].

Even an A-class Diver would be stunned for a moment if ambushed with a wooden club imbued with a B-class Diver’s energy.

However, Yoo Seong-woo didn’t even flinch after being hit squarely on the head with the wooden club.

He simply frowned, as if he were disgusted.

“I thought you were going to take me to the boss, but I didn’t expect you to stab me in the back. Should I take this as a declaration of war?”

When Yoo Seong-woo didn’t react, the man immediately shouted.

“Kill him!”

Mafia members took out guns from all directions and opened fire, the muzzles spitting fire.

Pistols and submachine guns filled the air with an eye-stinging, acrid smell of gunpowder.

Yoo Seong-woo was caught in the middle of a concentrated barrage, and everyone was sure he would be riddled with bullets.

No matter how high-ranking a Diver is, how could they block bullets pouring in from such close range?

Unless they were a mage who had put a shield around their body in advance.

Yoo Seong-woo wasn’t a mage, but he had something similar to a shield.

When the barrage of bullets ended and acrid smoke filled the factory.

“Tsk, I was going to keep the women alive to use them. Were they Divers? Check it out.”

Men moved to confirm his death.

However, what emerged from the smoke wasn’t blood and pieces of flesh, but a thick hand full of scars.

He grabbed one man’s neck with one hand, broke it, and then swung the body to knock away the others.

The people who were reloading their magazines pulled the triggers again, but Yoo Seong-woo instead deflected the bullets back at those who fired them.

A bizarre situation where the people who shot the guns were instead shot and fell over.

The man sitting on the sofa couldn’t help but sweat.

What kind of monster had they stirred up?

‘Comparable to the boss… no, it can’t be that level.’

The boss was a true monster.

The man took out a dagger covered in potent poison from his pocket.

As someone holding a position in the Vlad Family, he was a strong A-class Diver.

He had taken down numerous Divers with a single poisoned dagger.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he moved swiftly.

Taking advantage of the others being attacked, he intended to quickly penetrate and stab the dagger into Yoo Seong-woo’s side.

However, the man’s plan was shattered.

The dagger bent as soon as it was stabbed into Yoo Seong-woo’s side.

The sharp tip of the dagger couldn’t even penetrate Yoo Seong-woo’s skin.

Only then did the man realize.

Yoo Seong-woo hadn’t failed to react to his speed; rather, he didn’t need to dodge.

“What kind of monster are you…!”

The man’s words were cut short.

Because Yoo Seong-woo’s rough hand grabbed the man’s face and began to exert force.

Crack, crack….

A sound that shouldn’t come from a person’s head echoed, and soon the man’s eyes rolled back.

He had fainted.

Yoo Seong-woo released the man’s head and looked at the factory door.

A boy entered with several men as the factory door opened.

They possessed a different level of magic power than those who had surrounded Yoo Seong-woo until just now.

Yoo Seong-woo narrowed his eyes as he looked at the boy in the front.

‘That guy is Vlad Tepes.’

He could tell at a glance. The tremendous magic power he felt from him was a level above Shua-nel or Bathory.

‘I thought he would be an old man.’

A young boy.

Does he have that kind of taste?

“Welcome. Guests of the Witch Council. My foolish brothers have treated you too harshly.”

The boy, Vlad Tepes, snapped his fingers, and some of the men behind him came forward and shot the fallen in the head.

Yoo Seong-woo hadn’t killed them because his goal was to talk, but Tepes killed them all without hesitation.

‘Mafia is mafia, I guess.’

They are ruthless and don’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

Even though they are his own family.

“You know we came from the Witch Council.”

“I wouldn’t be able to stand it if I didn’t know you were approaching me. Follow me. I’ll give you a real welcome.”

Yoo Seong-woo picked up Bathory and Shua-nel, whom he had briefly placed on the floor.

Even in the commotion, Shua-nel slept very well. Even drooling.

However, Bathory seemed to have woken up, and her stomach tensed up as he picked her up.

When he glanced down at her, her red gaze was fixed on Vlad Tepes, who was walking ahead.

‘There was something going on.’

Yoo Seong-woo pressed down on Bathory’s stomach with his finger and asked in a telepathic voice.

-Kill the hatred. Didn’t Medi say that? This time it’s not annihilation.

-…I know. And stop pressing my stomach. It’ll leave a mark.

-It’s so soft.

It feels like the beer is still sloshing around.

* * *

Tepes took the three to the Presidential Palace of Romania.

The magnificent Presidential Palace remained intact despite numerous disasters.

Tepes led the three to the reception room and told them to wait a moment.

As Yoo Seong-woo roughly placed Shua-nel on the sofa, Bathory got down on her own and sat on a chair.

“Are you sober now?”

“The gunshots really woke me up.”

“That’s good then. Because I think you’ll have to be very alert from now on.”

Yoo Seong-woo knew that he lacked eloquence.

There was no particular need for it, and he preferred to solve things with a sword rather than with words.

But this time, the goal was to talk first.

The Witch Council also hoped that annihilation would not occur.

Yoo Seong-woo had brought Shua-nel to prevent annihilation.

Before long, the door to the reception room opened and Tepes entered.

He walked in wearing a uniform, a cloak, and various ornaments, like a king of a country.

Tepes jumped onto the opposite sofa and opened his mouth, crossing his legs arrogantly.

“So, what do you want that you have come to this distant land? Are you also a witch?”

“If I look like a woman to you, you need to conjure new eyes.”

“An amusing joke. Then is the witch next to you the envoy of the Witch Council?”

“That’s right. I’m the escort.”

And the sword to cut off Tepes’s head if the negotiations go wrong.

Bathory took a breath, shone her red eyes, and opened her mouth.

“It’s been a long time. Duke of Wallachia and hero of Romania. I am Bathory Erzsébet of the Principality of Erdődy.”

“I am pleased that there are still those who remember that name.”

Tepes didn’t show much reaction even after hearing the name Bathory.

That meant there was a high possibility that it was Bathory’s one-sided hatred.

Rather, Yoo Seong-woo was more surprised to hear the name.

‘Bathory Erzsébet…’

Yoo Seong-woo knows the names Vlad Tepes and Bathory Erzsébet.

The two lived about a hundred years apart, but they are famous enough to be frequently used in subculture [various forms of media and entertainment that appeal to specific niche audiences].

They are called the prototypes of Dracula, or vampires.

‘Amazing.’

Yoo Seong-woo was amazed that he had two historical figures in front of him.

Jeanne, whom he saw often, was also a war hero, but she didn’t have much dignity.

‘Why aren’t there any like this in Korea?’

If King Sejong [a famous and respected king of Korea] were alive….

Even if it wasn’t Yi Sun-sin [a Korean naval commander], just Hong Gil-dong [a fictional Korean Robin Hood] or Cheok Jun-gyeong [a general of the Goryeo dynasty] would have had tremendous prestige.

Anyway.

Bathory continued the conversation.

“As one of the twelve elders of the Witch Council, I have come to ask about Duke Vlad’s intentions.”

“Wait, not Duke.”

“Then….”

“Call me Your Highness. I am not the Duke of the Duchy now, but the King of the Kingdom of Romania.”

“…Yes, Your Highness Vlad.”

“So, what are you curious about? Baroness Bathory.”

“You also know about my family. You have a wide knowledge. It’s not that, but I heard that Your Highness Vlad has begun preparations for ascension.”

Preparation for ascension.

It was preparation to become a god.

The Witch Council expressed ascendants in that way.

In a broad sense, Yoo Seong-woo was also one of the ascendants.

The Witch Council suspected that Vlad Tepes had joined forces with the ‘Chaos’ faction as he began preparations for ascension.

If not, if he was friendly, the Witch Council would be happy to join hands with Tepes, and if he had joined hands with Chaos, they would exclude him.

“Preparation for ascension, yes. I have lived a long time, and shouldn’t I be called a god soon?”

“I’m curious, why do you look like a child even though you’ve lived a long time?”

“Aren’t the two next to you like that too?”

“I thought it was a witch’s racial trait. Are you also a witch?”

“An amusing joke. This appearance is not what I wanted. It’s a side effect of magic. Would I want to go around looking like this child?”

A side effect of getting younger.

Tepes didn’t seem to like it very much, but if the old powers around the world heard it, they would want to experience the side effects right away.

Yoo Seong-woo didn’t answer in particular.

Because Bathory was poking him in the side with her finger as if to tell him to stop.

“I’ll ask directly. Your Highness Vlad, have you recently joined hands with any forces?”

“I haven’t. There is a saying in the East, ‘Above all men.’ A being above all… that is, me.”

Vlad’s pride soared so high that he seemed ready to break it himself.

Yoo Seong-woo let out a small exclamation at his haughty words.

‘He’s a different kind from Thomas.’

Thomas was on the church side, so he didn’t forget his faith.

Anyway.

Vlad had asserted that he had not formed any alliances with anyone.

“Then may we take a look around Your Highness Vlad’s country? I want to check if there are any guys who might extend an impudent hand to Your Highness.”

“I permit it. If it’s a witch who is said to have no equal in impudence, you will be able to check very carefully.”

“…Thank you for the permission. Your Highness Vlad. Please call us again when the Presidential Palace is completed. I definitely want to congratulate you.”

According to Vlad’s personality, he would have greeted them in a splendid hall, but there was a separate reason for greeting them in the reception room.

The Presidential Palace was currently under construction to be remodeled to Vlad’s taste.

It was temporarily stopped because guests had arrived. If the noise of the conversation stuck in his eardrums, Vlad would get angry.

Bathory, who was insulted for being a witch, gritted her teeth and smiled gently.

She didn’t seem to have a very patient personality, but she seemed to be squeezing her mental strength to the limit.

“Then we will step back now. Your Highness Vlad.”

“You may leave.”

Vlad got up from his seat and left first, and Bathory, who was left in the reception room, sighed deeply.

“I really want to kill him.”

“Shouldn’t we just kill him? Kill him and say he seemed to be colluding with Chaos. We can do that.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea?”

“It’s a method I used to use. When getting rid of guys I don’t like.”

“Did you think I was going to say that?”

“……”

Yoo Seong-woo took out Ilsaeng [his sword].

As if to show her how to use the method himself.

Bathory waved her hands with a pale face.

“No, I’m kidding! I wish I could do that too!”