The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 241

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 240

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully 240

Tower Lord Meeting (6)

At Maximum’s question of who killed Minimum, people looked around, feigning ignorance.

Most of them didn’t even know Minimum existed.

Perhaps because they were the first to escape the illusion, Minimum had tried to kill them.

Yuseongwu glanced at Medea.

She showed no intention of revealing anything, remaining silent with a strange smile.

When no one answered, Maximum said,

“Alright, if the person who killed Minimum doesn’t come forward, I will destroy my cherished collections every five minutes.”

With those words, the eight people who had been turned into dolls reappeared in the clown’s hands.

Those who had fallen victim to his power dangled as Maximum’s dolls.

‘Are they still alive?’

He was holding them hostage, inciting internal conflict.

Yuseongwu hadn’t killed Minimum, so he remained silent.

The ones who reacted most strongly were those whose subordinates or masters were taken hostage.

Even if they found and handed over the one who killed Minimum, there was no guarantee he would spare them.

The Grand Mages gradually fragmented, fueled by incomplete information.

“Who is it? Who killed someone named Minimum!”

“Who is it!”

Ahuja and Nagi shouted.

They didn’t even seem to remember that someone had just died; their eagerness to find Minimum’s killer was immense.

They scattered sharp magical power as they shouted, and the Tower Lords reacted sharply.

A scene of unease unfolded, and Maximum curled the corners of his mouth as if amused.

Yuseongwu, who had been calmly observing the situation, frowned.

‘…Subtle magical power is flowing.’

Was this magical power the reason the Tower Lords’ emotions were intensifying?

A subtle magical power, so faint that even the Magic Tower Lords couldn’t detect it, enveloped the area and stirred up emotions.

Yuseongwu looked around again, checking the condition of the others.

Medea, Seongcheon-gyeon, and Bertrand didn’t seem affected, but the others seemed to be influenced by each other’s emotions.

“Medea.”

“…I know. Perhaps this is the ability of the Medium that Minimum mentioned?”

“That’s highly likely.”

It was a different kind of magical power from Maximum’s, suggesting someone was hiding and causing trouble.

He wanted to find them and cut them down immediately, but not yet.

The Ascendant Church, hidden among the Tower Lords, hadn’t revealed themselves.

As the Tower Lords’ voices grew louder, Bertrand formed a hand seal and isolated the space.

He released his magical power at maximum output, isolating Maximum and separating the Tower Lords into their own spaces.

“Do not be deceived, everyone. For Grand Mages to not even notice the enemy’s magical power…”

Bertrand clicked his tongue.

At first, he had been respectful of the Tower Lords, but their disappointing behavior had changed his attitude.

As Bertrand formed hand seals, a clown isolated in a pure white space appeared.

A yellow clown, smaller than Maximum but larger than Minimum.

The clown, the size of a gaunt adult male, was trapped in Bertrand’s space, looking flustered.

Maximum shouted.

“Medium! How pathetic! How did you get caught? Minimum too, and you as well… You keep creating things that will disappoint the Pope!”

“S, sorry! But Maximum! These humans are more skilled than I thought! Especially that magician!”

As expected, it was Medium.

Medium desperately explained, pointing at Bertrand, and Maximum shook his head.

“Excuses are unnecessary, Medium. The fun show has been ruined… From now on, work hard to create a fun show again!”

After putting the dolls away, he clapped his hands again, and Bertrand’s space magic shattered.

Then, the pure white space turned into a stage, and people were forcibly seated in the audience.

“Ah, and it’s already been five minutes! Please come up on stage!”

Following Maximum’s words, a doll came from behind the stage, making a clicking sound.

It was Ahuja’s companion.

“Jeral!”

Ahuja tried to stand as soon as he saw the face, but a powerful force held him in place.

Maximum’s ability was superior to Ahuja’s.

Even Bertrand and Seongcheon-gyeon tried to distort the coordinates to escape, but they were fixed to their chairs.

Yuseongwu could have jumped out of his chair, but….

‘It’ll be soon.’

The Ascendant Church’s stooge hadn’t come out yet.

The candidates were narrowing, but he needed confirmation.

Medea, next to him, said,

“If you came to catch the Ascendant Church’s stooge, shouldn’t you just kill everyone except me? Why aren’t you doing that?”

“Who do you take me for, a bloodthirsty maniac?”

As Medea said, that was the fastest way.

If he killed everyone except Medea and Seongcheon-gyeon, the hidden cultist would die too.

“I don’t intend to go that far. Well… I might if they don’t come out in the end.”

That wouldn’t happen.

He felt this boring play was ending.

“Now, Medium! Let’s have a fun magic show!”

Maximum, on stage, opened his mouth wide and took out several long swords.

Medium brought a huge box from behind, stuffed the doll inside, and closed the door.

“Now, I’m going to stick these swords into the box. Will the person inside survive?”

As Maximum made exaggerated gestures and stuck a long sword into the box, a scream erupted.

-Kkeuaaaaaaaack─!!

“Jeral! Jeral! You crazy clown bastard! Release me!”

Blood trickled out of the box with the screams.

Ahuja, seeing this, screamed and struggled, but he couldn’t move.

After dozens of swords were stuck in the box, only a hoarse, choking sound remained.

“…Not a pretty sight.”

“…It’s a scene we’ll be sick of if we have to do this damn thing.”

Yuseongwu answered Seongcheon-gyeon and asked,

“Can you open a path back to Earth?”

“…It’s difficult. He completely dominates the space, unlike before. Unless Bertrand and the other Tower Lords join forces.”

“Magicians basically live on their pride.”

Bertrand seemed willing to cooperate, but the other Tower Lords were half-crazy.

Facing an opponent whose power didn’t work and having their minds violated was torture for magicians.

“Still, be prepared. I’ll open the way if necessary.”

“Understood.”

Seongcheon-gyeon realized Yuseongwu was the only one who could overcome this, so he nodded.

Then, he comforted Reina and focused on analyzing the space.

Yuseongwu watched the uninteresting magic show and said,

“That’s a terribly boring show. Don’t you have anything more interesting?”

“Hoo! You don’t find this magic show interesting…….”

At Yuseongwu’s words, Maximum and the others turned to him.

Seongcheon-gyeon looked at him, questioning his intentions, but Yuseongwu ignored him.

“Namsan Tower Lord! Isn’t he your subordinate!”

“What are you trying to do by provoking him like that……!”

At the Tower Lords’ words, Seongcheon-gyeon gritted his teeth.

How could he stop Yuseongwu?

He closed his eyes and shouted towards the stage.

“That’s a terribly boring show! My dog’s tricks are more fun!”

A decision to support Yuseongwu’s intentions.

Reina, watching Seongcheon-gyeon’s reaction, also shouted.

“U, uu! Not fun!”

“Not fun.”

Medea smiled and added.

As boos came from four people, Maximum jumped up and down.

“Then I have no choice but to show you an even more fun show! I was only going to kill one person, but since it’s come to this…!”

Maximum spread his hands and took out seven people.

They moved like dolls, each holding a sword.

“The most enjoyable show will begin! The start of a bloody slaughter!”

“You crazy bastard─!!”

“Wh, what are you trying to do!”

Shouts poured from the audience.

People who realized what the dolls were about to do screamed in terror.

The sight of the magicians, who protect humanity, collapsing so easily.

Bertrand, watching, muttered quietly.

“I’ll have to replace the Tower Lords…….”

“It starts now! I wonder how long the weak magicians will last!”

Bertrand’s muttering was drowned out by Maximum’s voice.

Yuseongwu, looking at the stage, said to Medea as the seven dolls appeared,

“Is it possible?”

“Of course.”

There was no need to ask what was possible.

Medea, understanding Yuseongwu’s intentions, slowly raised her magical power.

As the dolls took their positions to stab each other,

Yuseongwu accelerated from his seat.

The sword light flashed, faster than the blink of an eye, and all the dolls’ swords fell.

At the same time, Medea’s powerful magical power intervened, severing the connection between Maximum and the dolls.

As the people escaped Maximum’s control, Bertrand formed a hand seal and manifested space magic.

He rescued them safely with perfect timing.

Maximum showed panic for the first time when Yuseongwu broke onto the stage.

“H, how did you get on stage!”

“I wonder. Shouldn’t you ask your crappy magic?”

Yuseongwu spun Ilseong [his sword] around and looked down at the audience.

They also looked surprised.

The person who had been Seongcheon-gyeon’s companion had suddenly jumped out with a sword and rescued the people.

Yuseongwu deactivated the artifact in his pocket.

His true appearance was revealed.

Black hair, blood-red eyes. The man with sharp features spoke with a bleak air.

“…I heard the meeting earlier.”

His gaze turned to Sharon and Nagi.

The two, receiving the blood-red gaze, trembled.

They were the two who had agreed to Yuseongwu’s disposition most strongly.

Yuseongwu made eye contact and continued.

In a calm voice, as if he didn’t care about Maximum or Medium.

“I remembered your faces.”