I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 84



83 – 083. Hero’s Debauchery (1)

It was purely luck that Maria checked the magic letter immediately.

She had been frequenting the information guild recently, in an effort to track down her runaway younger brother.

This time, while visiting the information guild to obtain some information about the missing Tristan, she suddenly received a message from Frey.

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“……Frey, sir.”

Wandering the imperial city streets, she muttered those words under her breath.

It was so strange.

From a certain point, she had forgotten about Frey’s existence. It felt as though some invisible divine power was involved.

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“……Here?”

Having arrived at the address written on the letter, she furrowed her brow ever so slightly.

What in the world had happened during the long time she was separated from Frey? The Frey that Maria remembered… even with his outstanding talent, was always short on funds.

However.

“This is… it makes the Grand Duke’s mansion look small.”

The guild headquarters Frey had established, the place she’d arrived at, was so enormous it made her jaw drop.

Shaking off her reverie, she took a slow step forward. For one thing, she had the information that Tristan was here as well.

So… as his sister, she was planning to hand down the harshest punishment possible.

*Crack!*

Thinking back on the past, Maria unknowingly clenched her teeth hard.

Maria Theresa von Britzhart.

In her own way, she was preparing a grand scheme. And the first step of that plan was to gather a mountain of elixirs and force-feed them to Frey.

‘If, only things had gone according to plan.’

She thought that the current situation would have been quite different.

…So, what exactly *was* her plan, you ask?

It was simple.

Maria liked Frey. And Frey didn’t seem to dislike Maria, so she was going to do everything in her power to make sure these two ended up together.

In other words.

Her plan went like this:

One, based on her fame and power, she’d scour the continent for every last elixir.

Two, and then she’d dump all of those elixirs into Frey. Maria knew from her past memories that Frey’s constitution was different from that of a normal human and that he had pretty good compatibility with elixirs.

Lastly, three.

She would take Frey to the Northern Grand Duke—that is, her father. And then she’d declare that she was taking Frey as her partner.

‘……But.’

She was facing a massive roadblock from the very first step of her plan. Tristan, the troublemaker she usually found so cute, had gone and devoured every single elixir and run off.

*Knock knock.*

Snapping out of her past thoughts, Maria slowly knocked on the building’s main door.

Honestly, since it was a place claiming to be a “guild,” a knock like this probably wasn’t necessary, but somehow, the building’s vibe felt so different from other guilds that she just did it.

And then.

“……?”

Maria couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease.

The guild hall was silent. It was as if not a single person was inside this massive building; not even the slightest sound could be detected from beyond the door.

“……”

Sensing something was amiss, Maria moved one hand to the hilt of her sword at her waist. A strange flow of mana spread throughout the building. It was clear this flow was disrupting any signs of life inside.

*Creak…!*

But Maria’s caution was all for naught.

Before she could act, the massive front door of the building slowly swung open.

“S-sis…”

The figure that emerged from beyond the door was unexpected.

Tristan, Tristan Wilhelm von Britzhart.

Her much younger brother, the thief she’d been searching for in a rage. He was the one who opened the door and approached her first!

*Clench…*

Maria’s next action was simple. She balled her fist. She steadied her breathing.

And then.

*Crackkk──!!!*

She landed a punch right on her brother’s face – the one who’d caused the whole running away and theft fiasco.

“Gyaaak!”

The childish Tristan flew through the air.

*Thud! Crash!*

And Tristan’s body, slamming into the inner wall of the building, crumbled pathetically easy.

Maria’s cold gaze, fixed on her brother’s pathetic form, did not waver in the slightest. That was how intensely she was enraged.

*Whoosh!*

Her figure stretched out. A transcendent being, surpassing human limits, filled her legs with mana and charged through space.

*Thud! Thwack! Wham!*

“Gyaaak! Sis! I’m, I’m really gonna die!”

A relentless barrage of punches rained down on the young knight, ＜The Sage＞ Tristan.

“Just die already.”

“Gyaaak!”

*Thump! Crack! Thump! Crack!*

Maria, straddling him in a mount position, her fists poised to strike, held a faint, eerie glow in her eyes.

Then.

“Maria, my lady. Wouldn’t it be better to stop now?”

A voice, quiet and restrained, attempted to dissuade Maria.

“……”

Maria turned her head, her face devoid of expression.

To dare interrupt her advance was a grave matter. It was tantamount to declaring one’s desire to test her in a life-or-death struggle.

However.

“I understand.”

The sight of the voice’s owner prompted a shocking reaction from Maria.

“Ugh… uuugh…”

Sprawled on the ground, Tristan scanned his surroundings, as if unable to comprehend what was happening.

Maria, his sister, who had appeared suddenly, as the Captain predicted, and the Captain… Frey, who seemed to have known her from the past.

‘What the hell is going on?’

Tristan knew Maria well.

Of course he did. For better or worse, Maria and Tristan were siblings. Having seen Maria up close since they were children, Tristan simply couldn’t make sense of her current behavior.

“No… way…”

Still prone, Tristan struggled to raise his upper body, muttering blankly.

*Whoosh!*

“…Gack!”

Something, or rather, Tristan’s attempt to open his mouth and speak, ceased abruptly.

The reason was simple. The intangible killing intent emanating from Maria, the 8th-tier Transcendentalist, had seized his entire body.

“Frey, sir.”

“It’s been a while. I hope you’ve been well?”

A faint smile graced Frey’s lips as he approached Maria slowly.

‘Oh, no…!’

Tristan let out a small scream with his battered face.

Although the atmosphere felt different from normal, the opponent was ＜Sword Saint of Madness＞… his sister. For her to smile at her means that she wishes for a bloody fight…!

And yet.

“Indeed. You seem to have grown stronger as well, Frey, sir.”

“I was lucky. My training is still lacking.”

“No. That can’t be. The 8th Stage, it’s a realm you can’t reach with talent or effort alone.”

‘……Huh?’

Tristan’s jaw dropped, the heart that even dared death itself having met Maria first.

Right now, what was his sister… Maria, doing?

‘Ta, talking. My sister is… having a conversation with… another person.’

The naive young knight blinked blankly. His head couldn’t keep up with the situation.

It was a scene that seemed unremarkable at a glance, but when the person in question was ‘Maria Theresia,’ things changed.

“I, really? Is the Captain the man my sister was looking for… Kuek!”

Thwack, a dull thud as a strike pierced Tristan’s abdomen.

Tristan, eyes full of injustice, fainted right there.

* * *

“It’s hard to believe even with my own two eyes.”

“Well… that’s how it happened. It’s hard for me to explain either.”

I led Maria straight to the reception room.

Before that, I didn’t forget to greet the guild members. Among them, Leon and Mary’s quite enthusiastic reactions were truly impressive.

And then.

‘I, shouldn’t I be going too…!?’

Ariel also expressed her very strong desire to enter the reception room with us.

But I refused.

Maria coming here was obviously for Tristan’s return to the Grand Duchy. It was a place where official business would be the topic, so it was better for only Maria and I to talk.

“You have truly grown admirably.”

“I’m embarrassed. It’s all thanks to Maria-nim’s care.”

I spoke with sincere feelings.

There were a few hardships and adversities, but the one thing certain was that I received great help from Maria. Denying that would be no different than being an ungrateful b*stard betraying their parents.

“……Is that so.”

“……?”

However, unlike me, who felt good, Maria had a complex and subtle expression.

How should I put it?

Happy but, regretful? Simply put, it was a bittersweet feeling.

“Anyway, I figured you came here to take Tristan with you, Ms. Maria.”

“Half right, half wrong.”

“……Huh?”

“I dropped by on a whim. To take my brother, Tristan. And also, I came to see… your face, Frey-nim.”

Uh, uhhh……?

I knew it was rude. But the moment I heard Maria’s words, my jaw just kind of hung open.

Maria Theresia von Britzhart.

Alias, ＜The Sword Saint of Light＞.

She was a truly bizarre person. Her strange, perpetually frozen heart left her without hesitation when it came to killing, and she was utterly incapable of understanding the feelings of others.

And that she… had come to see my face.

‘No, wait, really?’

Back at the hut, I’d already guessed Maria had developed some kind of ‘favor’ towards me.

At the time, I just thought that favor was the kind a senior would have for their junior. Something like that.

“Ms. Maria.”

“Yes.”

Calming my shocked mind, I went straight for the point.

“Do you like me?”