The Hero’s Brother Is Bound To Be Depressed - Chapter 377



378 – Obstinate

Gray-white eyes look at me. Eyes like glass. It feels like an artificial object that cannot contain human emotions.

Roman’s appearance was ordinary. Although it is not a look that is commonly seen on the street, his low nose and wrinkles around his mouth make others feel like he is going to smile often, lowering their guard.

Even though it was a private space called a study, the elegance of nobility was naturally flowing through the formal attire, correct posture, and calculated facial expressions and gestures that made it look uncomfortable.

But I wasn’t impressed. Roman’s perfect nobility is just a habit of a monster who has lived as an aristocrat for hundreds of years. Seeing that he doesn’t panic even after facing me only raises his alertness to the maximum.

“It’s death… .”

Roman’s voice, which seemed to be a low whisper, contained a faint smile. She is not playing leisure. The immortal had a bold smile on his lips.

He did not expect that an uninvited guest would come to his study.

Just at any moment, any time.

The immortal simply has the obvious self-confidence that he will never be defeated.

“I forgot. “It has nothing to do with me.”

A voice that seems to be slowly chanting. Compared to Cormo, which I faced most recently, the weight was different. They may be similar in skill, but the experience of an immortal who has lived for hundreds of years creates an atmosphere that ordinary people cannot imitate.

Is it carelessness or leisure… Maybe it was both, but the undead did nothing as he watched me close the distance.

If the opponent doesn’t act, I can move first and take advantage of the situation. I raised my magic power and used the guiding magic implemented in the Shadow Spear. I recognized the coordinates of the entire space called the study in my head.

Blind spots no longer exist for me. Even if I hide behind a bookshelf or a pillar, my spear can pierce the opponent’s heart, free from the conventional limitations of distance and location.

I see a gap. There is a large gap through which the head can be pierced using the spatial coordinates recognized from the square behind the immortal’s back where he cannot react.

It is a mistake made due to a lack of information about space magic, and a gap created by the arrogance of an immortal who has no sense of danger about death.

However, they did not attack first. Killing immortals is only a secondary priority in the plan. First, an immortal’s resurrection ability must be sealed in order to kill him.

From afar, I feel space distorting. Estelle used space cutting to separate the housekeeper’s room and study to block the escape route.

For a moment, the immortal’s eyes wavered. It was a change that even I, who was familiar with spatial magic, could vaguely feel. The immortal sensed that small change. The immortal with a piercing smile said while looking in the direction you were going.

“There wasn’t just one uninvited guest.”

You have to wait until Ellie’s signal comes. I made a moderately surprised expression and then quickly adjusted my expression to catch the immortal’s guard down.

“Yes, there are two. Because it means killing the person who rules the city of pleasure. “I have to finish it clearly.”

When I obediently acknowledged it, the immortal’s smile grew even deeper. The immortal, who had raised his magic power for a moment, rested his chin.

“You didn’t care about my family. No one dies, everyone is gathered in the basement. “Are you saying you came only to kill me?”

The study is on the 5th floor. Because it had a high ceiling, it would be similar to the height of an ordinary 8-story building. However, an immortal can check the condition of the host on which he is parasitic simply by raising his magical power.

The immortal, who had confirmed that his spare life was still alive, did not seem to feel any sense of crisis. He thought that even if he was defeated by an unwelcome guest, he could be resurrected as a successor and continue his life as an immortal.

“I don’t remember holding any grudges… “There are no longer any competitors who covet Ludwig.”

The immortal seemed to be trying to guess where I was coming from, and thought for a moment before continuing.

“The princess who will become the emperor sent you.”

“… .”

I didn’t answer anything. The goal is to save as much time as possible anyway.

This may be the same reason why Estelle, who entered the study through the downstairs stairs, did not dare to approach, but watched the situation while hiding her appearance.

We had no reason to prevent the immortal from spending his time freely interpreting my silence.

People get older. Age is a number that tells us how long a person has lived, but there are people everywhere who think that age represents a measure of learning, regardless of era.

Being wise does not come naturally with age. We often call adults who have lived many days and experienced many things, so they have firm opinions about their own thoughts.

So what about immortals who have lived for hundreds of years?

Do you belong to a wise sage with discernment like Nelson, or do you have endless doubts and greed that arise from numerous experiences that ordinary people cannot experience? And does he belong to the stubborn old people?

I quickly found out the answer to my concerns. Even though I didn’t open my mouth. The immortal interpreted my silence as a positive response and drew an arbitrary conclusion.

“Are you going to get dirt on yourself or are you sorting out things related to the emperor’s plans? Given the Crown Princess’s calculating nature, I thought she would naturally take over the Emperor’s plan… “It’s a shame.”

Meanwhile, he carefully observes the changes in my facial expression. You want to confirm that your thoughts are not wrong.

It’s not about doubting yourself. When he was defeated and resurrected in another body, it was part of the confirmation process to exact revenge on the person who ordered him to be killed.

I did not open my mouth and give the answer the immortal wanted. It just gave him the reaction he wanted. Lifting the spear and aiming it at the immortal. That alone gives him confidence in the dogmatism created by the passage of time.

The immortal smiled as he placed his hand on the sheath of the sword he kept next to the desk. There hasn’t been a signal yet, but unfortunately it seems like this is the end of the delay.

“Let’s check the skills of the new emperor’s hound.”

The immortal swung his sword with a wry smile and a strangely low-centered stance.

Kang!

The blades meet in the air and create sparks. The sense of battle is instantly awakened by the tingling sensation rising up the pole. Force and speed are similar. But the weapon’s range is superior to mine.

I quickly shook the window left and right briefly. The immortal, who was in a strange posture, avoided the spear blade with quick movements and instead lunged at me as if jumping, lowering his body’s center of gravity as much as possible so that his knees touched the ground.

Kang! Cancan!

He blocked the powerful attack by pulling back his forward leg and swinging his spear. The strange movements of the immortal who attacked at the same time as he regained his body’s balance were natural and did not feel awkward.

Somehow, I felt like an immortal seemed accustomed to dealing with a spear. The strange posture seemed like a swordsmanship technique created to quickly close the distance against a spear. The effect was clear as it made me step back as I was preparing for the attack in advance.

“The reaction isn’t bad.”

The immortal smiled leisurely, as if sparring. You could feel the other person’s emotions, not just through a smile, but through the sword. The immortal is not fighting for his life right now.

Unlike warriors who feel the fear of death and take responsibility for their lives on their next actions, immortals enjoy the battle itself without any sense of danger. Even if they lose, immortals have endless opportunities to try again.

I deliberately did not catch the immortal’s guard. Because that carelessness will turn into a fatal dagger for the immortal.

Instead of using space magic, he blocked or avoided the immortal’s attacks using only his physical abilities as much as possible. The immortal also assessed my skills and only made moderate attacks, without breathing heavily or digging in unreasonably.

In a situation where they were keeping each other in check, the entire castle suddenly shook violently as if there had been an earthquake.

Cuuu!

It’s not a shout. Ludwig’s entire body vibrates. The immortal, who realized what was wrong, raised his magic power, trembled, and turned his gaze to his window. He followed that gaze and looked out the window.

The moonlit night at dawn turned red as if dusk had arrived. The world has not turned red. The synthesis magic created by Ellie was activated to force the world tree to grow.

The geometric patterns vaguely visible in the sky resembled those that Ellie, the future great wizard, had shown me.

“Barrier… ?”

My eyes met the immortal who muttered quietly.

“… .”

“… .”

There has not yet been a signal to Ellie that it is okay to kill the immortal. It’s a situation where you can’t kill it, and you can’t let it die.

As the strange confrontation continued, the eyes of the immortal who had been glaring at me stayed on the floor for a moment and then returned to me.

I could feel faint emotions lingering in his glass-like gray-white eyes. That feeling… It was anger.

-I got caught.

The moment that thought flashed through my mind, the immortal threw his sword at me. He hurriedly swung his spear after creating a dimensional passage and blowing away the flying sword, but the immortal held the dagger at his side in return and stabbed it into his heart without the slightest hesitation.

Chuwaak-!!!

Blood spurted out like a fountain.

Not from the heart, but from the cut side of the hand that was holding the dagger.

“Kwaaak!”

Estelle spoke with a mischievous smile while suppressing the neck of the immortal who was screaming in pain.

“Who wants to commit suicide without permission?”