To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Episode 760 Choice and Decision (3)

The bandits shrank when the dark spirit let go.

You can tell without even looking at swords.

It was not an opponent they could compete with.

Their fear was considerable because they had a history of making noises such as ‘let’s sell them as slaves’ and ‘wouldn’t it be nice to have a fight with a monster?’.

“Seongjae-nim…”

“What can I do?”

Looking at the saint, he too could not move as lightly as before, perhaps because he was nervous inside.

Could it be that everyone dies?

Feeling their anxiety, the Dark Spirit reassured the bandits.

“I’ll kill them all, so don’t look too hard.”

A situation where you can’t do this and you can’t do that.

It’s a bit unreliable to stick to the saint, but I’m worried about the future when I quickly stick to the man in front of me.

At times like this, it was best to stay still, so the bandits just kept their place.

long silence.

In the middle of a silent confrontation, Seongja spoke first.

“Sword Expert? Maybe I’ll become a master in a little while.”

“I said there is no second chance. Is that the answer?”

“If you’re that confident, why don’t you find out for yourself?”

A grinning figure was drawn behind the mask.

In the end, Heukyoung closed his eyes and silently drew his sword.

The sword, which came out lightly without a single frictional sound, seemed to represent his realm.

“Resent your own complacency.”

“Who do you think I am? I’m not the only one who can’t stand you.”

At those words, Black Young laughed.

If the one in front of me was a real saint, it would have been.

When you were blocked by a wall during training in the past.

It was the first time I had ever faced him with a sword.

Just standing crookedly, I feel the immense pressure.

It was as if the army of a kingdom was standing with their swords pointed.

I couldn’t swing my sword once for half a day because I felt like my whole body would be hacked to pieces if I made the wrong move.

Unlike the time when he was only standing with a sword, he also became somewhat stronger.

‘If I can’t handle even the killifish in front of my eyes, I don’t deserve to be by the master’s side.’

The Dark Spirit, who had hardened his heart, raised his sword at an angle.

When the saint noticed the unusual momentum and tried to pull himself out.

Slow-!

Before he even had time to think that the sword had touched, his left ear was cut off.

“Aagh!”

He straightened his posture while screaming, but immediately stepped back and increased the distance.

It’s a well-trained move.

Heukyoung picked up the sword he shot and took his stance again.

Quite a strange stance in which the sword is pointed at the opponent.

This time, the saint was also not vigilant.

After stopping the bleeding by raising mana, he focused his eyes on the tip of the sword by maximizing his sense of spirit.

‘I don’t know if I got hit the first time, but not the second time.’

If the sword strikes and comes in, I will counterattack as it is.

He gritted his teeth and vowed revenge.

however.

Tuuk-

In the blink of an eye, this time the right ear fell off.

Now the embarrassment was greater than the pain.

He was concentrating on using mana so that he could notice even the slightest trembling of each muscle.

But even the moment his ears fell off, his sword did not move.

The slashes that slashed through the streets and flew were terrifying.

The guy takes his pose again.

He felt a threat to his life with a grotesque swordsmanship he had never seen before.

‘I have to run away.’

If you catch up with that sword, you die.

You must run away to a distance that the sword cannot reach.

The moment I turned my back and kicked the ground to run away with all my might.

He already had three holes in his chest.

Since when was it?

When you turn around to run away?

When you tried to counterattack by raising mana?

If not, perhaps.

Maybe from when he first drew his sword?

Without even clearing up the question, he collapsed as it were.

* * *

The black spirit who killed the saint dealt with the bandits as he said.

Even in the midst of begging for help, the way he shook his head and showed no mercy was truly heartless.

Finally, when the bandit leader hangs his head waiting for his turn.

Heukyoung wiped off the blood on the sword and kept it in the sheath.

“What are you doing? If you are a soldier, you should catch the bandit.”

A young soldier who had been frozen at the words of the Dark Spirit approached.

“Doesn’t this interest kill?”

“If you catch the bandits, your reputation will improve, right? Take him with you.”

“But…”

The soldier hesitated a little.

Maybe it’s because I’m not confident in my skills.

If the bandits resisted during the transfer, they could die without moving, so it was natural.

“do not worry. I won’t put up a futile resistance.”

There is no way you can believe the words of the bandit who has plundered countless passers-by.

The soldier pulled out a rope and tied the bandit’s hands tightly.

“Why are you saving me?”

“Because you didn’t cross the line in front of me right away. That’s all.”

“…Thank you.”

The bandit nodded slightly and was led by the soldier’s hand.

“Then let’s go.”

“Be careful.”

“yes.”

A young soldier with a clear expression of nervousness went down the mountain with the bandits.

After watching it for a while, the black spirit soon turned its attention to the fallen saint.

He refers to himself as a saint and commands bandits.

If you think about why, the answer comes quickly.

An heirloom in Count Cerian’s family.

And the position of those standing guarding the border was enough to leave a thorn in the eye of the Heukbang.

But that doesn’t mean the question is completely resolved.

‘Why didn’t you steal the heirloom?’

The organization and action ability of the black room was worth discussing as the best in the continent even if the security committee saw it.

As they were raising talented people and expanding their territories in the shadows, So-young was also tongue-in-cheek at Heukbang’s growing grip.

Thinking that such a black room has not yet obtained a single heirloom from a count family in a periphery, I am a bit suspicious.

Perhaps there is a secret about the heirloom that they do not know yet.

‘It must be worth looking into.’

Heukyoung climbed the mountain completely concealing his presence.

* * *

Ray successfully lured the bishop with a homemade dinner.

At first, she resisted to the fullest under the blanket, but she could not ignore it any longer as the delicious smell was vibrating everywhere.

“I’m only forgiving you this time.”

After eating the third bowl, Ray also got fed up with his mouth not resting.

“The Demonic Church ranks the priesthood in terms of appetite?”

The bishop-priest excused himself.

“You have to eat a lot to do big things.”

‘You were the one who decided to take me, right?’ I said, but I didn’t have anything to refute, so I smacked my lips.

Even though he hadn’t finished eating, Ray got up.

“Where are you going?”

“Let’s go see something for a while.”

“You’ve been there before.”

“What if I drink again?”

Seeing her crying and grabbing her pants makes me lose my appetite.

“…Not something to talk about while eating. Bye.”

Well, menstruation can’t be helped.

The bishop-priest soon took an interest.

Leaving far from where she was, Ray gnawed around the area.

At such times, people in night clothes would pour out of the bushes in droves.

“Why are there so many black guys today?”

He grabbed the guy by the back and threw him to the ground.

“Aww!”

“Who else sent you?”

“Kill!”

As he said that, he suddenly took out a poison needle from his bosom and stabbed him.

I have to do this once or twice, and every time I meet the Lord, I try to stab him, but it’s even weirder.

Ray dodged the stinger as if he was used to it, and punched him in the stomach in return.

“Gagging!”

“If anyone hears it, they’ll know you’re doing something bad. Where are you from?”

“Kill the Lord!”

As expected, he glared at him with vicious eyes to see if he would not lose his temper after being beaten several times.

At that, Ray smirked in satisfaction.

“It just went well. I was in a bad mood today because I had to take care of the dirty pig feed.”

The bishop priest, who had won the hearts of countless children of aristocrats with just one beautiful look, became a pig.

Rai picked up a twig that had fallen on the ground and brought it close to his lap.

“How far should this go?”

“……!”

It

was only a slight touch, but the man exclaimed in surprise.

“It’s a Demonic Cult!”

“It’s a demon religion.”

so too then

You’re here to kill the girl who ran away from school.

I thought that at least one person in the black room might be mixed, but I was disappointed until the end.

‘Could it be the black room?’ There was no doubt that

That’s also true, if they were black, they would have killed themselves by biting off the poison hidden under their molars as soon as they were caught.

“It’s bullshit again.”

After clearing the forest with a sigh, Ray returned to the campsite.

* * *

Satisfied with their hunger, the two rode their horses again and headed for Count Cerian.

The bishop looked around and said.

“I think I smell blood somewhere.”

“It seems that the monsters were fighting each other.”

“no. This must be the smell of human blood.”

Your sense of smell is unnecessarily sensitive.

The bishop suggested that we look around, saying, “There might be someone who has been attacked nearby,” but Ray flatly refused.

If there was really someone who was attacked by a monster, she would run right away, but all around her were black people who were aiming for her.

He had no intention of doing anything wrong.

But for her who didn’t know what happened next, it was a daunting task.

‘How could someone be so indifferent?’

It’s frustrating to be staring at the sky with blurry eyes even though it’s not enough to go ahead of anyone else.

“Someone might be dying. Seeing the smell of blood so strong, it looks like it’s nearby. Wouldn’t it be better to go get it?”

“It may already be a corpse.”

They broke their legs so they could never stand up again.

Whether he met a monster or a dragon while running away was no longer his concern.

After that, I’ll have to live on my own.

The bishop’s brow furrowed at those words.

“Are you still a saint? I thought he was a bit of a good person, but I’m disappointed.”

As if not wanting to mix things up any more, she immediately turned her horse’s head.

Left alone in the forest, Ray scratched his head.

“In the end, it looks like a catch.”

The bishop-priest has already left the church.

Even so, as it was the place where she had been buried for over twenty years and where her father had laid down his life for him, she had hatred and attachment to the Demonic Church at the same time.

I couldn’t bear to say the fact that the Demonic Church was moving to kill her, who was the bishop’s daughter, before those complicated emotions were even sorted out.

But that, too, is the last day.

In the end, thinking that there is no such thing as an eternal secret, Ray followed the bishop and turned his words around.

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