âYes. To be honest, Iâm a bit taken aback right now.â
On the stage of the 12th floor, the palace, we were in the reception room. My voice rang out in the middle of it.
âI donât know why youâre attacking me. You may be seeing me for the first time, but I used to admire your sword technique. Since youâre raising your sword to me like that, itâs really awkward for me.â
Sword Saintâs face stiffened.
Even though I was telling the truth.
âI guess he would be like that.â
There was a reason his face hardened like that.
The first day he met me, the day that he didnât remember, Sword Saint had said this.
-Did you think I wouldnât know you were an assassin sent from Black Dragon?
-I donât know if the Witch sent you, but Iâll do my best to kill you!
He thought I was an assassin.
âAnd an assassin from the Black Dragon at that.â
He was probably thinking the same thing right now. That I was an assassin employed by Black Dragon who killed many innocent lives. No, he might be even more sure of himself now.
âOr a special assassin from the Five Large Guilds.â
The appearance of a new hero when no one was expecting it!
An E Class hunter had cleared the unclearable stage. And as soon as he did, he made a deal with the Five Large Guilds and was promised to be treated the same way as the Guild MastersâŠ
âItâs too strange.â
-Right. From what grandpops Marcus sees, youâre not a hunter who worked hard to get there. Youâre a fake hero that the large guilds set up. Tsk tsk.
Bae Hu-ryeong tsked his tongue.
-Zombie. How many was your kill count at? 4090?
âItâs probably at 4093 now.â
-Right. The 4093 grandpops Marcus sees is just the number of people youâve killed. Because youâre not a hunter that moves alone, but a hunter that was created by the large guilds.
That was the only result that the Sword Saint could come to.
-AndâŠ
âYes.â
The same bunch.
âHe probably thinks of it as a number that I killed on orders from the large guilds.â
The large guilds that ruled the tower.
That they had killed 4093 humans.
It was a misunderstandingâŠbut to him, it was probably a dirty sight.
âHah.â
If he was less of a just geezer, he wouldâve stepped back here.
âBabylon is no different from the outer world.â
But the Sword Saint didnât know how to step back.
Even if he did, he denied it.
âAfter I entered the tower, you begged of me every day. To apply in a guild. But I refused. Do you know that?â
Sword Saint gripped his sword even more. His hands were old. Skin sagged. But the veins that popped out werenât old at all.
A lionâs teeth werenât less sharp because of age.
âI wanted to show that in this tower. That in this new world, you could rule at the top alone.â
The Sword Saint looked around him with violent eyes.
âFamily, country, where youâre from. Unlike the outer world, you can survive by yourself with a sword in this place. If you work hard, you can succeed.â
ââŠâ
âTo show that hope to people, I didnât join a guild until now. But what have you guys done?â
He lifted his blade.
âYouâre no different from the rotten water riddled with dirt.â
The Guild Masters squirmed.
Rage. Humiliation. Hate.
Emotions swirled in their eyes. What the Sword saint just said was an announcement for war.
There were some who just smiled like it was nothing, like the Heretic Questioner, but most of the guild mastersâ faces didnât look too good.
âSword Saint. I donât know about others but youâŠâ
âHa! You forgot about how you just skipped out when we were subjugating the 5th floor? Seems like you forgot because of Alzheimerâs!â
âYeah, Mr.Calenberry. If you used your connections from the outer world, we would have more food, and SangryunâŠâ
They all shouted.
All the hunters here had known each other from the beginning of the tower. Was it because they had a lot of held back emotions towards each other? As emotion clashed against emotion, the atmosphere in the reception room soon became dark.
âIf youâre a Rank 1, you shouldâve shown the attitude appropriate of it. But you were all good yourself. You lived by yourself. Do you know how many hunters we couldâve saved if you didnât act so arrogant?â
The Witch of Black Dragon spoke like she was cursing him.
âItâs not just the 5th floor. If you helped us on the 7th and 9th floor, we wouldâve suffered half the damage!â
The Venomous Snake of Chen-mu Mun showed murderous intent.
âSomeone who was from a rich family in the outside world. If you helped a bit, the tower wouldâve been more settled. Weâre rotten water? Fine. Then youâre a kid that doesnât have any responsibility.â
Count glared at him.
It was a mess.
Even with the curses and murderous gazes of the Guild Masters, Sword Saint just grimaced. Everytime he spoke, he made it worse.
âBe quiet.â
ââŠâ
âWhat are you adults blabbering on aboutâŠdo you think Iâm your grandfather? Put it away. If youâre gonna attack, attack with the sword.â
The reception room became uncontrollably violent.
-Dang! As expected of grandpops. Definitely my one and only disciple.
Bae Hu-ryeong couldât read the mood and just exclaimed in astonishment.
-Thereâs nothing more disgusting than players talking about connections or politics. If you have time to worry about that, you should fight with your sword instead!
What he said made sense.
ButâŠ
I had a regretful heart.
âEven in a place with just 10 people, you fight.â
The hunters all looked at me.
I sighed.
âEven the NPCs of the 11th floor fought to protect their empire. But look. Hunters like us are just pointing fingers at each other saying whose fault it is. Isnât it embarrassing to be worse than NPCs?â
ââŠHunter Kim Gong-ja.â
The Witch spoke.
âIt doesnât have anything to do with you. Itâs worse than what youâŠâ
âI know. I get it butâŠthere something that we should do if weâre hunters.â
I looked around the reception room.
âLetâs focus on clearing the 12th floor first.â
ââŠâ
âItâs good to give hope to people, and respectable to decrease damage, itâs all good. But please work at clearing the stage thatâs in front of you.â
I especially looked at Sword Saint.
âTheyâre just NPCsâŠbut their empire is in danger. They want help. If we were summoned as warriors and just fight with words amongst ourselves, how pathetic is that.â
âYouâŠâ
I was being genuine.
Sword Saint couldnât threaten my life here anyway. Since the gap in power was too clear. Then my only focus was clearing the 12th floor.
I wasnât interested in their politics or their emotional qualms.
âWhatâs a warrior? Helping others solve what they canât. Since we cleared the 11th floor, letâs solve the other stages as well.â
âKim Gong-ja is right.â
Thankfully, there was a hunter who agreed.
Crusader.
The Civil Militaâs Vice Guild Leader stepped up.
âI donât understand why Sword Saint attacked Kim Gong-ja. But this isnât the time for use to fight. That one thing is clear. Youâre all too tense right now.â
ââŠâ
ââŠâ
Crusader stepped to the center. But no one let their guards down. Sword Saint, Venomous Snake, Count, and Heretic Questioner were still ready to attack if needed.
They were too distrustful of each other to convince each other with words.
Because of the emotions that were held back for a long amount of time.
âSigh.â
Realizing that, Crusader sighed.
âFine. Iâll sacrifice a little.â
At the word sacrifice, the hunters looked back.
Crusader murmured to herself at the center of attention.
âSkill card open.â
Whoosh!
Light soared up from Crusaderâs hand. A moment later, a silver card appeared. It was a card that no one else could see unless the hunter allowed them to. It was the skill card of Crusader.
ââŠVice Guild Leader.â
The Witch seemed worried about the Crusader. The high rankers didnât reveal their skill cards towards others. It was the secret weapon of a hunter. Showing it to others was like revealing your weakness.
âItâs fine. It doesnât matter.â
Then Crusader flipped the card over.
âLook closely.â
+
[Lie Detection]
Rank: A-
Effects: You can tell whether someone is lying or not. It applies to not only people, but NPCs and monsters! But what they think of as âtruthâ may actually be âfalse.â Trust. Doubt. It all lies in your hands.
â»However, you cannot guarantee that others will believe what you say as the truth.
My eyes widened.
âLie Detection!â
It was the skill that the Flame Emperor lied about having. So. Crusader had it, and not Flame Emperor.
âIt fits the Vice Guild Master of the Civil Master perfectly!â
The Civil Militia was a guild that maintained order. Crimes were rampant in the tower. Like this. The Flame Emperor or Sword Saint killed people where others couldnât see.
It was this kind of world. [Lie Detection] could be used in telling criminals apart.
âAs you can see.â
The Crusader spoke with the card in hand.
âI have the ability to tell whether someone is lying. It wouldnât be an exaggeration to say this is the skill that got me to where I am. Sword Saint.â
ââŠWhat.â
âIf you trust me, ask anything you want to Kim Gong-ja. Iâll tell you whether heâs telling the truth or not.â
The Crusader looked at me and Sword Saint with apathetic eyes.
âKim Gong-ja. Same goes for me. If you believe me, I can guarantee whether what youâre saying is the truth.â
ââŠâ
âDoubt is poison that swallows humans up, and truth is the most powerful antidote. You canât regain the lost trust, but with this, weâll be able to work together on the 12th floor.â
âMmâŠâ
The Sword Saint was deep in thought, rubbing his beard.
âWow.â
And I thought to myself.
âItâs lit.â
This was the best opportunity. It was luck that I didnât expect to come my way. ButâŠthis was right. The reason why the Sword Saint was suspicious of me was because of his skill. Since a skill had made him suspicious, a skill could be used to resolve it!
âIâm fine with that.â
I answered immediately.
It would be advantageous to the person who accepted it first.
ââŠCrusader. Youâre the only person who hasnât hurt anyone here. Fine. Iâll believe you as well.â
The Sword Saint spoke mysterious words and accepted it.
Crusader nodded.
âThen Iâll take it that both of you agree. Sword Saint. Ask what you want to Kim Gong-ja. Iâll put my honor on the line and fairly judge your answers.â
âMm.â
Sword Saint glared at me.
His face was ready, like he had been waiting for this moment. Was it because he wanted to prove how bad I was? His eyes were full of victory.
-NoâŠ
Bae Hu-ryeong spoke up next to me.
-Noo, grandpops Marcus. You boomer. This is why I said not to rely too much on your skill. One who lives by skills dies by it! Nooo, no.
âPlease be quiet.â
Unfortunately, grandpops Marcus couldnât hear Bae Hu-ryeongâs voice. This ghost bastard was my ghost bastard.
âHunter Kim Gong-ja.â
âYes.â
âYou killed over 4000 people. Isnât that true.â