Became a Villain in Romance Fantasy

11- Be my friend

“Get out of the way. If you hand over the woman next to you, I will spare you.”

Magic Swordsman, Dragon Slayer, Madman, etc. Basteon, a man with many modifiers in his body, started aiming his sword at me.

To be precise, his demonic sword was aimed at Lucia, who was lying down next to me.

‘This stupid saint… What the hell did she say?’

This guy was not an absolute bad guy, much less a good good guy.

I just wanted to fight a strong guy, so I wandered around looking for strong people.

Those who showed hostility to him were annihilated.

I didn’t pay attention to ah to those who were irrelevant or harmless.

In the original work, he appeared as an idiot chasing only strong guys, so he didn’t appear much.

In episodes that came out occasionally, I only fought against the pope or the emperor.

In other words, it was a story that could not be stopped unless it was the Pope or the Emperor.

“f*ck…Foot.”

Swear words flowed automatically from his mouth.

Perhaps if the saintess died here, it was clear that this world would be more f*cked up.

Even though he’s stupid, if you look at him except for the way he treats me. Because one person is a good guy and a saint.

Certainly, the current me wasn’t weak at all.

On the contrary, it was in a stronger state.

I didn’t sit around believing only in my talent like the old Laplace.

He trained his body.

I honed my skills.

In the end, he reached the level of a sword master.

‘I wish it was an opponent I could win with that…’

It was definitely a great thing to rise to the ranks of the only sword master on all continents.

I was able to feel even the subtle energy that I couldn’t feel before, and the amount of mana that could be contained in my heart was no longer a human’s.

Still, there is only one reason why I am not sure that I can win against him.

That guy was a magic swordsman.

A red longsword the guy is holding. He wasn’t called a magic swordsman just by holding that.

It’s a demon sword or a holy sword, no matter how cool they are. In the end, it was just a magic sword in this world.

A magic sword that has been inscribed with a special formula on the sword to generate magic. The basic structure was not much different from that of the magician’s staff.

Between the knights training to become sword masters, and the wizards confined to the Mage Tower and studying. Users of magic swords were ostracized.

A coward who tries to make up for the difference with magic, since knights lack swordsmanship.

To the wizards, they are cowards who use the magic they use in an effort to die with simple techniques.

In spite of that, what is the reason why Basteon was called a magic swordsman instead of a magic sword user?

The answer was simple.

He had the highest aptitude for swords and magic.

After he died, everyone said in unison.

If you fight for honor with a sword, you become a sword master.

If he had pursued the path of magic, he would have become the owner of the Magic Tower.

‘Fortunately… You look a little younger.’

The figure I saw in the illustration looked like a young man in his mid-twenties.

But now, if I had to put it high, I was in my early twenties.

“Why do you want to kill this woman?”

If she fought using the weight of sin, Lucia was strong enough, too. It wasn’t to the extent that Basteon showed interest first.

“That guy attacked first. They say there are no normal guys with demonic swords.”

Basteon swung the sword he had pointed at me.

“Do you plan on just moving on?”

“Of course not. And, she was strong enough. Combat is sacred.”

As if expressing his intention to cut me down if I didn’t get out of the way, Basteon’s demonic sword began to shine.

I thought that if I stayed still, I would not be able to eat or die, so I fixed my sword body.

But just before I could run, Alice stood in my way.

“Your lord… This is dangerous.”

Did you figure it out with the intuition unique to beastmen? Alice seemed to have noticed that Basteon was quite strong.

Her legs were shaking. She seemed to know that she couldn’t win.

“You should run away too.”

Even so, Alice stood in my way without stepping out of the way.

“Ohhh… Beastman. It was hard to beat a beastman. Those with good quality leather didn’t need a knife, those with high speed couldn’t attack, and those with high regenerative ability didn’t get knocked down even if they were cut down. .”

Basteon said how Alice noticed that she was a beastman, and she began to tell the characteristics of the beastmen she fought.

“How about you. If you don’t get out of the way, I’ll consider you an enemy too.”

No matter how you look at it, it was the attitude of trying to cut down Alice and me at the same time.

“After…”

“Young, lord?”

“Take her saint and go to a safe place.”

“Young, Lord…”

“It’s an order.”

Perhaps he was quite frightened, after he lifted the stiff Alice and put it down. She fixed her sword body.

“I wanted to fight a beastman…Well, if I took that woman, I’d kill the beastman too.”

Bastheon showed an innocent smile, as described as the ambiguous standard of good and evil.

I loosened up the muscles I had tensed up as much as possible and ran at the opponent with a sword at the speed I could now.

“One island.”

**

“What is this…?”

Saint Lucia could not understand what was happening in front of her eyes.

The last thing I can definitely remember is flying away after being horribly defeated by a man holding a hideous sword.

As if that were true, her body was full of scars.

Normally, she was the one who would jump out to catch her at any moment. I couldn’t do that now.

Laplace was because an unscrupulous human was fighting the magic swordsman.

“Were you that strong…?”

Lucia thought she knew something about him, thanks to having heard many stories of Laplace’s exploits, and because she had told Angelica so much that she was tired of him.

Lucia’s thoughts were now being shattered.

“So. I said I was strong, right?”

Angelica, who seemed to have subdued all of her remaining remnants, approached and spoke to Lucia.

“That…Isn’t that…Sword Master!”

Lucia hurriedly grabbed Angelica by the shoulder and had no choice but to speak to her.

It was Lucia who personally witnessed the battle of the former sword master, the emperor of the empire.

That’s why I was certain that Laplace had risen to the rank of Sword Master.

He was, of course, someone who could not be considered weak at all against Laplace.

Since she was a saint who used divine power, Lucia was not very familiar with her magic.

She could tell, though. That the magic of a man holding a demonic sword is not normal.

That man was freezing cold while breathing flames. The question arose as to whether it would be possible even for the owner of the Mage Tower.

“Perhaps that level of magic and swordsmanship. He must be quite a genius.”

Angelica, too, was constantly admiring her opponent’s abilities.

Even though he was using powerful magic, his swordsmanship was not lacking at all. She was seen by the Imperial Knights, who learned her swordsmanship over her shoulder.

It was definitely not a grandiose and disciplined swordsmanship like the knights’ swordsmanship. Simple ignorant and barbaric swordsmanship.

Even so, the sword was not lacking.

“I wish it wasn’t for Laplace.”

As Angelica watched the battle, she felt a little pity. She was about her opponent sword to sword with Laplace.

He was clearly a tremendous force. It was clear that even for his father, the Emperor of the Empire and his own sword master, he was an opponent he would not be able to defeat easily.

But Laplace was overpowering him.

‘He is also my husband.’

To the outside world, it was still just an engagement, and Laplace wanted to break the engagement.

Already in Angelica’s head, there was no way for Laplace to know that the two were already a couple.

**

‘Easier than I thought?’

Certainly the strongest person in the world, he would have defeated the demon king if he had been backed up by the priests. It was Basteon who had all kinds of words.

Therefore, I was vigilant and hit all the skills that could be used.

Then, who would have known that the opponent would only be slapped one-sidedly?

“To think there was someone as strong as you… The world is wide.”

Basteon, already tattered like a worn-out rag, was barely standing and glaring at me, using his sword as a staff.

“I wanted to become a little stronger, but it ends here.”

Then, somehow, he started setting up a death flag by himself.

“Kill.”

Then they began to greet me with both hands stretched out to kill me.

‘Looking at his posture… He seems like someone who would say that showing his back is a shame for a swordsman.’

Like a swordsman using three swords, Basteon was shouting to kill if he wanted to escape.

‘If you want me to kill you, I have to kill you.’

Just as it was about to end. A thought popped into my mind.

‘Wait a minute… There was a description that if I had learned a little more skill, I could have caught the Demon King.’

This is it.

A plan began to form in my head.

It was a crazy idea to automatically hunt the demon king.

Maybe he was half-conscious from the ongoing battle.

‘If there is no casino, even the strongest person in the world.’

Putting the sword into the scabbard, I walked over to Basteon.

“Be my ally.”