The night wind was hitting .
Even if the city looked different, the nice feeling of the wind and the sight of people going back and forth did not. I had often left this place, but my disorderly hotown fit the best.
No matter how much ti passed, the character of the people living here stayed the sa. Careless, crude, and a mixture of villains and virtuous people. Exactly the way I liked it.
I liked going to remote villages, and uninhabited wastelands also had their charm, but being surrounded by people was the best. It was said that races that lived long lives eventually had their senses dulled. They would find dealing with people to be annoying, and would hole up deep in faraway mountain valleys, but that was nothing more than people with little intelligence thinking too hard. The older you got, the more sentintal you beca, and you found more interesting things. There was a lot of harshness, but also a lot of happiness.
A hundred or two hundred years was not enough for to reach the point where I abandoned worldly thoughts and desires.
However, while I did not by any ans hate the vulgar atmosphere of the city, my ethics functions ant I could not help but repulse smoking and drinking, and the kind of places where people would have drinks poured for them.
Having more chances to interact with humans compared to others of my kind ant my ethics function was stronger. Unless I was in a party or was specifically invited, I could not enjoy such things, although I found that regrettable.
Going up to the roof of a closed tavern and enjoying the night view was not the sa as having fun inside it.
Ou, sensei.
Hello Ada.
I heard the voice of one of my disciples.
She had always been an energetic girl. She had been looking a little gloomy in recent tis, but it seed she liked this place, because she was looking a little more cheerful.
Thank you for reading the room and keeping quiet.
I was a little surprised because your face hasnt changed in ten years. And youre using a fake na too.
I changed my na and completely forgot to change my face. What a pain what a pain.
And youre wearing the sa glasses. Shouldnt you buy new ones?
Oh dear, youre right.
Ada was next to .
Youre going by Olivia now right? And youre an editor for so bogus magazine?
What do you an bogus!?
I an, who believes that sort of thing?
Well There are a lot of lies and gags, but most are real people and real events
Youre not even a journalist or an editor in the first place, youre a trainer. You have disciples all over the place, dont you?
I would not call myself a trainer Sothing a little more refined.
Ada snickered at her objection.
She was so unreserved towards her master, although I did not hate it.
I know I know. Youre training people to defeat the evil god. Thats a little too heavy for .
Fufu, no problem. The Stepping I devised and All Martial Arts were created to defeat the evil god. The goal is to defeat dangerous beings like that evil god and make a happy world.
What
Basically, people should all search for their own happiness. That is what I think as a trainer.
Is that Stepping Man your disciple too?
Unfortunately, that is probably the case.
So decades before, I just happened to find a boy that had narrowly escaped death, feed him, and teach him so techniques.
But before six months had even passed, he had learned so techniques and left .
Looking back, I think he was talented. Had he stayed with longer, would he have not strayed from the correct path? It is all conjecture, and I am not fundantally human to begin with, so would I have been able to beco closer to him and put him on the right path?
I am a soul class spirit armant programd to train those that would fight the evil god. My na is Sword of Military Arts, and I was born to support humans.
I have no idea if thats true or if youre lying.
Co on, dont doubt .
Why dont you do sothing about it yourself?
All I could do is let out a strained smile.
I sure wished I could.
Didnt I tell you? My use of military force is restricted and can only be carried out in case of an ergency, such as when monsters are running wild or the evil god is resurrected. And it only becos more difficult when the opponent is human.
Ada sighed, seemingly understanding .
Yes I rember. Any ti soone drunk tried to start sothing with you, you would send them to . It must suck being strong but unable to fight when the ti cos.
Its a chanism put in place to prevent trouble. And you tried to stop him for didnt you?
I just happened to run into him, and failed anyway.
Ada shrugged.
And you accepted a disciple as well.
I only got to teach him for a day. I dont feel the least bit like soones master.
The important thing is not the number of days, its the mont you see a young talent bloom.
What do you think of him?
He shows promise, but
But?
It seems my big brother Or sister? In any case, my sibling has him under their wing. I dont know how much I should ddle.
Brother? You have brothers?
I do have many family mbers. However, so have gone astray, and so are still sleeping.
Fueh Are they like you?
Ada smiled awkwardly.
Well, beings like myself do not co around every day.
Well, I will be leaving that Stepping Man to Hm?
That was when a shadow moved in front of one of the moons, quickly running and jumping from roof to roof.
Ah This might be bad.
Eh?
It only passed by for a second, but it released it. The ethics function locking my combat abilities had been disengaged.
This ant it was an ergency situation. Sothing along the lines of a monster rampaging or the evil god resurrecting was taking place.
Ah, master wait.
Im sorry I have to go help!
I took a deep breath, and exhaled.
I, who mastered Stepping, jumped towards the abandoned factory where the fight was taking place, but the mysterious shadow was fast enough to rival .
I hope theyre all alright!
Heavy breathing echoed inside the factory, coming from Nick and Nargava.
Nargava fainted, but soon regained consciousness. However, he was completely spent, and could not move at all.
Nick also sunk to the floor, exhausted.
This fight took as much from the winner as it did from the loser.
Why are you doing this?
Sem approached Nargava.
Didnt I tell you already?
If what you say is true, you would have no reason to treat anything other than Yellow Devil Disease or perform any divine service.
I just did what I was wanted. Theres no aning to it.
Youre full of contradictions. You kidnap children and spread a disease. Thats the devils work.
Then kill or hand over to the guild.
And yet, you treat unrelated people in the abandoned area for free.
I just felt like it.
Then why were you so shoddy in terms of hiding what you were doing?
Shoddy?
The disposal of the corpses, how you carried on kidnapping children even after you noticed we were after you, stayed in the sa office even after we went there, among other things.
Nargava answered none of Sems questions.
Sorry, but theres sothing else we have to ask. Where did you get the Phantom Kings Orb?
Asked Nick, but again, there was no answer, only silence.
The air was tense, as they were all thinking Nargava might get up and attack again.
However, Nargava paid no heed to them as he took a deep breath and raised his body, before sitting cross-legged. He had only recovered enough of his energy to do this.
Well Fine. Ill talk before he gets here.
He?
Nick repeated what Nargava said, and that was when it happened.
Guah!
Sothing blasted through the door that was supposedly being held shut by things such as chairs and shelves, and a man slamd onto the ground.
Scott!? Werent you supposed to be keeping an eye outside
W-watch out! Soone dangerous is coming!
It was Scotts body that blasted through the door.
He was just barely holding on to his twin swords, and his body was covered in injuries.
At the end of his stare, stood a strange looking knight.
It seems you are having a hard ti mister priest.
The man wore black armor with a white mask covering his face.
The armor was made of an enchanting material, unlike tal or leather. It certainly did not seem like sothing a blacksmith had made.
The mask was pure white, as if carved out of porcelain or a jewel.
Everything about it, be it his equipnt or the air around him, gave off the impression that he was not just so regular person.
H-hey The color is different, but
Said Tianna while stuttering.
Nick felt the sa way. He also rembered seeing sothing similar before.
That really is Thought armor.
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