The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 133

Chapter 133: Misfortune (Golden Class Adventurer Side)

At the deepest part of the Grucio Continent, the “Tower Challenging the Sky,” few adventurers could reach the towering tower that seemed to pierce the heavens after overcoming numerous dungeons and monster attacks.

Leading one of those few adventurer parties, the “Claws of the Sky Wolf,” was the golden class adventurer Gairon, renowned for his solid character and mastery of the twin swords.

“Ugh!?”

Gairon, while shielding his injured comrade, received a blade aimed at him and trembled at the impact.

Twisting and separating the handles of his twin swords, he swung them towards the man wielding the white blade. However, the twin swords cut through the air, and the man landed in a distant spot.

(He’s strong…!)

Although he prepared to wield the twin swords, the impact from earlier lingered in his hand, and sweat beaded on his forehead. The pressure emanating from the white-haired man before him was immense, instilling in him a fear incomparable to anything he had faced before.

“…You’re quite strong.”

The man standing before him lowered his sword with a casual air. At first glance, he didn’t seem to be on guard, but his stance left no room for even the slightest opening, making it clear that he was far superior as a swordsman.

“Enam, Horuas, Marcela, retreat with me.”

“What!? Gairon, what are you planning to do!?”

“The only one who can face him is me. And you know he’s not an opponent we can defeat even in perfect condition.”

“!”

“What we need to do is bring back information, even if it’s just one of us. If I can report what happened with this man and in the dungeon, my death won’t be in vain… Go!”

“…Sorry!”

As the giant called Holuas carried the unconscious monk and ran, the magician followed suit. Watching them leave, Gairon readied his twin swords.

“…Is it over?”

“…Yeah, no worries.”

As Gairon infused magic into his twin swords, the blades began to gleam white. The magic, meticulously controlled, strengthened the blades to their limit without any waste.

This was the technique Gairon had honed as an adventurer. The blades, enhanced by precise manipulation of magic, possessed a cutting edge that could easily slice through even dragon scales.

“Haaaaaaah!!”

He swung the lethal blades that had buried countless monsters and enemies, pouring all his strength into the attack. The formidable sword, which had always torn through opponents’ defenses, was brought down upon the man’s head…

The sound of the sword hitting the rock with tremendous force echoed, indicating that the man had intercepted Gairon’s blow with his own sword.

The sword, imbued with magic more condensed than Gairon’s, had…

“Guah!”

The man swung his sword, shattering Gairon’s blade. As the blade shattered along with the magic imbued in it, Gairon clenched his teeth.

(…As expected!)

With the man in a reversed position, Gairon swung the other twin sword towards Loud’s flank. It was an inevitable strike that the man couldn’t respond to in his current stance.

“Not bad.”

The man’s voice reached Gairon’s ears amidst the momentary offense and defense, a sound he shouldn’t have heard in that split second. Gairon’s field of vision suddenly flipped rapidly.

“You… idiot…”

Feeling his body hit the ground, Gairon looked up at the man. Realizing what had happened from the sensation of swinging the sword in the opposite direction, he understood.

It was nothing special; the man had just swung back the sword Gairon had wielded.

Faced with the man named Loud looking down at him, various emotions raced through Gairon’s mind, but in his final moment, he felt a sense of acceptance.

(Yes… if he’s a legendary adventurer, he would do this much.)

Gairon’s life ended there…