The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer Chapter 54
Ardisâs mana detection had caught several reactions. There were more than ten spots. Although their strength didnât seem much from their mana, itâs rare for something to come so near before Ardis notices.
ăDemonic beingsâŠâŠ, not that huh. ă
Amidst the darkness, the figures that surrounded Ardis and Kyrill were finally in sight.
They were crimson humanoids. They look similarly sized as a normal person. They looked like human shadows dyed in red and materialized.
Ardis didnât feel any hostility from the creatures. In the first place, considering them as living beings is a little skeptical.
They were strange humanoid monsters that had weak mana in them, they only stood unstably on the ground in silent. In the ruins that was surrounded by silence, only the peaceful breathing of Kyrill who is still asleep is heard.
An undetermined time had passed as Ardis stared, the humanoids were only shaking around, but suddenly their movements became violent. Some started hugging their heads, some curled on the ground, and some looked up to the heavens with their hands together. Even when each of them had their own sets of incomprehensible movements, the humanoids slowly made their way to Ardis.
ăAaaaaAAaaiiIiyaAauaAaă
At the same time, the humanoids started letting out anguished cries. Although they didnât seemed to have mouths, their voices had certainly reached Ardisâs ears.
ăFueâŠâŠ, whatâsââă
With the loud cries, itâs no surprise that Kyrill was startled awake. Kyrill who sat up looked around, as he saw the red humanoid-shaped creatures drawing closer to themselves and realized that the sound before came from them, Kyrillâs body suddenly spiked.
ăEhâŠâŠ? Eeeeh!? What!? What are those!? ă
ăDonât do anything extra. Just stay put. ă
Without losing composure, Ardis warned Kyrill while still taking a stance with ăSkies of Myriad Colorsă. Even during that, the red mysterious creatures were still closing the distance slowly.
(Well then, how to handle this)
Ardis thought in his mind.
There still isnât any hostility felt from the creatures. But, getting surrounded by some unknown creatures, on top of that, they are slowly closing the distance, it didnât look good to Ardis in any way. Regardless of the opponentsâ intentions, or if they even had consciousness in the first place, thereâs no way Ardis would let them continue come closer.
ăStop there. I will strike if you advance any furtheră
Ardis gave his warning. Inside the ruins that had a high roof, his voice reverberated.
ăIyaaaaaaaauaaaaaaaaaă
But it was another incomprehensible anguished cry as a reply. It didnât seem like communication is possible.
ăNo choice. ă
Giving up trying to get through to the creatures, Ardis let loose ăSpringtime Mistă and ăMoonâs Blizzardă.
While still taking a stance with ăSkies of Myriad Colorsă beside Kyrill, Ardis had released both his short swords to the humanoid creatures. One of them went straight for the humanoid creature directly in front of him, while the other circled around the top and attacked the others from the back.
The two short swords cut through the air and sliced at the humanoid creatures. The creatures didnât even try to dodge the swords. The next moment, the swords severed the humanoidâs body as they were commanded.
Describing as a normal person, then itâll be about their abdomen that they were sliced into half horizontally, the humanoid creatures turned into mist and faded. It didnât seem like there was any resistance at all but, the moment when one of their kinds got attacked, the other creatures turned violent again.
ăAaaaAAAuuuauaaaH! ă
ăIIiiaiAAaaaoOoUuu! ă
ăUaaaaaaaaiooooooooooiA! ă
It was cries that was louder than any before reverberated in the surroundings. The humanoids who seemed to be at a crawling speed just a moment ago suddenly rushed at Ardis furiously.
ăTch! ă
As Ardis clicked his tongue, he continued bisecting the remaining creatures with ăSpringtime Mistă and ăMoonâs Blizzardă. Using wind magic at the same time, he stopped all of them from ever reaching him.
ăPale white of judgement that severs the sins of the far emptiness ââ Stee ă» Grol ă» Elmet ! ă(Blades of Fierce Strike)
Inside the ruins separated from the outside by a wall, a strong wind manifested. The furious typhoon that manifested in an instant with a loud roar caught the red humanoids and blew them away. Small rubbles crumbled under the intense air pressure, ash and dust accumulated for many years filled the air.
Receiving such wind blades, the humanoids body ruptured and became in pieces.
ăIyaaauAuaUaaua! ă
Another ear-splitting cry resounded.
The humanoids were carried by the intense winds to the roof, and fell to the floor with momentum. Before their bodies impacted the ground, they disappeared unnaturally after getting sucked into one single point.
Where the humanoids disappeared into, was the sword that theyâve retrieved from the ruins. By the time Ardis and Kyrill noticed that, the sword that no one had touched till now was drawn from its scabbard. The shiny blade that they saw for the first time was glowing red.
ăC-Could it be that the sword was cursed after allâŠâŠ? ă
ăâŠâŠThat might be the case. ă
Inside the ruins dimly illuminated by Ardisâs spell, a painful silence returned.
ăSo how is it? Would it be better if we leave the sword behind? ă
A long silence after Ardisâs question, Kyrill shook his head.
ăI wonât give up after coming so far. I want to take it back since weâve got itââ. No, I must bring it back no matter what. ButâŠâŠă
Kyrillâs words clouded at the end.
Well, it couldnât be helped. If Ardis were to not accompany him, he could never breakthrough the forest on his own no matter what. Even more so if he had to carry that unknown cursed sword.
If Ardis chooses to back off now, Kyrill had no choice but to leave the sword behind. It canât be blamed that Kyrill is feeling down. Ardis sighed lightly and smiled bitterly.
ăItâs a ship Iâve boarded. I wonât abandon ship now. Just like what I said before, I will bring you back to the capital properly. ă
Saying that, Ardis controlled the glowing red sword and kept it back in its scabbard.
ăNow thenâŠâŠ, itâs still a little too early to depart. Letâs sleep for a little longeră
ăEh? Eeeeh!? After that kind of thingsâŠâŠ!? ă
ăSleep when you can. Itâs the basics of mercenariesâŠâŠwait, youâre not a mercenary in the first place huh. Well, if any comes up again then Iâll just deal with them again. So, good nightââă
Talking in a tone as if it wasnât anything significant, Ardis curled up in his coat and lied down again. Although Kyrill seemed to have something to say but, he gave up eventually, before lying down like Ardis to take his second sleep.
The next morning. In the end, the strange humanoids didnât appear again.
Although both Ardis and Kyrill didnât have the chance to fully rest well, itâs not like they can be complaining about that. Swiftly finishing their preparation, they left the ruins along with the dawn.
ăThose monsters, will they come again? ă
ăProbably, though itâll be better if they donât. ă
Albeit they arenât threatening for Ardis, having some mysterious monsters that might come at him at any time is just stressful.
Having known the sword has indeed some special traits, holding it directly will be too risky, thus Ardis is still carrying it with his sword magic. Although itâll cost him mana to maintain it like that, they have no choice since it will be safer.
The place where the ruins was, it was about two days of walk from the entrance of the forest. Although Ardis by himself couldâve saved a lot of time with ăFloating Stridesă, he couldnât do that with Kyrill accompanying. Having no choice but to match Kyrillâs physical stamina, in the end, they took three days before exiting the forest.
Other than the usual beasts and demonic beings that came at them in the forest, there wasnât any significant events. For Ardis, dealing with the monsters in the Corsas Forest, itâs a piece of cake even if it means that heâs carrying the cursed sword and the young boy in tow.
The problem is the strange humanoids that always appears every night. In the end, the two nights theyâve spent in the forest, the red humanoids appeared every night.
Of course, dealing with them is an easy feat for Ardis. But, without knowing the root of the problem, they will just appear again when night comes. Although itâs not much of a problem till they arrive in the capital, the problem comes after. Returning to the capital, handing over the sword to Kyrillâs requestor, thatâs too reckless in Ardisâs opinion.
ăItâll be good if we find some way to dispel the curse in capitalâŠâŠă
Kyrill seems to understand that himself as well. He didnât show a happy expression even when theyâve got the sword he was looking for.
With that slightly awkward atmosphere around, Ardis and Kyrill finally made it through the forest. Bathing in the warm sunshine that theyâve both had since a while, Kyrill narrowed his eyes.
ăThereâs still a little more to go. ă
After making through the forest, itâll take a day to arrive at the capital. Although thereâs still a problem regarding the swordâs curse, itâll be better of a plan that they leave it after they return to the capital.
Now that they had gotten through the forest, there isnât much life-threatening elements around. But of course, thatâs only true when comparing to the monsters residing in Corsas Forest. Albeit the grasslands, thereâre still monsters appearing.
Or, it might be not monsters that attack them. Merchants who donât hire escorts, or mercenaries who looks like runaway brats are good targets.
ăOu, you lots! Hand over all your items! ă
Those who aim for the weak, itâs none other than another human. One side is a young boy, and the other is a young man who looks to be a magician in his fifteens. As their preys, they seemed too attractive.
ăIf you listen to our demands properly, then youâll be spared. ă
A few minutes since they left the forest. Numerous shadows encircled Ardis and Kyrill.
Other than the red humanoid creatures, they were the normal humanoids that Ardis and Kyrill finally meet since a while. They had a face, and wearing clothes, it was the appearance of bandits who can talk normally.