Chapter Chapter 19: 3. And so the story begins. (3) (2/2)

“Can I take it as you do not mean to leave me alive?”

They’re a group used purely for assassination. Ah, or could it just be he’s here to give me one for? If any of them were to give it a crack I’d thought he’d be the one most likely to.

“It is not.”

“The Darksword has mobilised, yet you’re leaving me alive? Sounds a bit hard to believe.”

Ah, or is it that the boss found out about my embezzlement, but he’s sent my disciple to take it easy on me?

Alright, considering what I’ve done for him so far he could let me off easily. In that case I could pretend to just go along and be captured…

“The imperial princess has made a deal.”

Or bullshit.

What the hell! I need to run like my life depends on it. Just what the hell did she do, that a group of the boss’s direct subordinates is out to get me?

His mind was like my past life’s Freedomland(1) which said it would never make a deal with the Empire! That boss made a deal!

“It seems the imperial family took quite a liking to you, instructor. To the point that the princess herself slowly drew the noose around the organization’s neck.”

“It’s not that much.”

It’s really not. Yep. It’s not.

Although I did make quite the achievements during the great war, but I rolled my subordinates how stupidly hard!

I rolled them about as much as you would in a black soul game. I made them roll and roll and roll even more to the point that they said “ah, what. War is easier than training?” while laughing, that was how hard I rolled them on a daily basis.

Although my own disciples rolled as if their lives were still attached to their bodies but those kids were pretty disposable so I basically rolled them to the point it wouldn’t matter if they died.

And because of that the princess’s direct troops = bunch of fellows that would stick their swords in my backs at any moment, and you want me to go back?

And the imperial princess is there too.

The princess who’s so perpetually lively that I’d prefer the one with dead soulless eyes that I first met.

She’s so damn lively that in the past it was just to the point that I would just get fired if I annoyed her, but now she’s lively enough to tear me from limb to limb if I piss her off.

I will be forcibly married!

To hell with it, I was being an annoying little shit because I wanted to be fired, what’s this bullshit. The emperor’s got his head screwed on wrong as well. You can’t get it more screwed than that.

Even if it had the official approval of the imperial family, i.e. the princess, but she’s saying she’s marrying a commoner whose background is unknown, so what the hell was he sending me a message of congratulations for?

The normal thing to do would be to threaten me discreetly, or if he’d come with a large sack of money to tell me to take it and piss off, I’d have more than happily taken it and run.

But even when a person is worrying this much the surrounding people are still preparing with clinking sounds.

I’d preferred it if they’d let their guard down a bit.

“Then will you come quietly with me?”

“Hell no.”

If I go I’m dead.

No, dying is the easy way out.

To think I’d go back with my own two feet to a place that starts purges out of boredom, a political fight when they’re bored that makes me struggle with my brain.

And under the premise of marriage to royalty, and among them, that imperial princess. There is absolutely no reason for me to voluntarily return that insanity among insane worlds.

“Then, I, your disciple will escort you personally.”

Very unlike his normal behaviour he formally bows his head and pulls out a greatsword, and as he did the others pulled out their weapon as well and pointed them towards me.

Ha. Seriously. Damn he’s brought a lot of them. Just the ones in my field of vision alone number around at least fifty, and considering he’s also brought others like the ones with the bows surrounding me as well, he’s probably brought at least a hundred fighters?

Did he bring everyone in the Darksword or something?

“Do you really think you can take me?”

“I’ve grown a lot since then.”

“Rein said the exact same thing not so long ago and he wasn’t much.”

“He was always the weakest among us.”

“You’re that confident, and yet you bring the entirety of the Darksword on me?”

“I was taught to prepare for the worst even if the probability of victory was over 90%.”

I never taught you to use that on me.

Wow, look at those sparkles.

Sword ki is a given, there’s a few that looks like they’re going to hit sword aura soon as well. Ah, this is dangerous.

Should I just run away and yell to the imperial army it’s an evil organization!

No, since the princess started all this they could yell you evil cur! And blindside me instead.

In that case I need to finish it here.

Damn it, I need to sneak back to the organization to pack what I need and run away again…

To start with I’ll send a help call with the voice of my soul.

-Don’t wanna.

An immediate answer came. Says no.

-Haaang, you’ve done neglect play with me all this time and you’re calling for me as soon as you disciple shows up to stick something pointy in you? Do I look that easy to you?

That… alright, let’s try this.

-If I die I’ll tell my disciples the password to my safe!

-Wazzat for? To let me have fun under a new owner?

-No, because I’m certain that the kids’ll melt you down the moment they see you.

-… Wut. What’s with that weirdly convincing argument…

Eh, it worked.

To be honest from Rood or any of the others of Sia’s cohort’s point of view this kid was nothing less than the demon king of the end of the century.

-Hmm… don’t really like it cause it feels like I’m losing out… but if owner dies that’s that too…

-I’ll take you around from now on. The organization’s already fubar. It made a deal with the imperial princess.

-Hmm… hmmmmmmmm…. Ah, dunno. If you lock me away one more time then I really dunno what’s gonna happen then.

And the thing connected to my soul, is speaking to me. To call its name. To open the gate, and let it come to me.

The feeling of summoning a contracted spirit that I’d read in a book. Maybe, this would be similar to that as well.

This was a miracle made due to a ritual of a different type of contract. Because it was the only object that I, without any mana whatsoever, that every other summon rejected, could successfully contract with.

“Magic?”

“Weren’t we told Instructor Naruan couldn’t use magic?!”

“Do not be alarmed and attack!”

The men that were shocked by the silver light in my right hand charged in.

But, the face of their captain Rood was the only one to pale at the sight.

“C, could it be…”

“Come…”

And that ‘could’ is right. Yep. It’s exactly what you’re thinking of.

“Arcadia.”

A flash of silver light lit up the night sky.