Chapter 221 – The Assassin (4)

The mansion burned down.

While not even figuring out whether it was an incident or an accident yet, the guards asked what they had done to let the mansion burn down, and they said that just in time, homeless people had caused a commotion in a place opposite the mansion.

Most of the guards headed there in a commotion that bordered on a riot – even though there was a magic tool to replace the fire truck, a few guards couldn’t put out the fire.

‘It seems like a coincidence…….’

There were a lot of very vague parts.

Dojin thought so and looked at her princess her. Even if she was a princess, she was thinking the same as Dojin, and she lowered her head with a melancholy expression.

After the princess went there, the mansion accidentally burned down, and a riot broke out by chance and could not be suppressed?

Coincidence overlaps only once or twice, and the probability of it happening at the same time was small. At this point, it was reasonable to assume that it was the result of someone intervening.

“Do Jin-ah.”
“Why?”
“This way for a while.”

As I was contemplating who to go next, Deok-gu called Do-jin. Do-jin, who went to Deok-gu’s room, tilted his head as he saw Deok-gu handing him the newspaper with a serious expression.

“Why is this?”
“Read it.”

Newspapers are made by us anyway, but Do-jin, wondering if there was a need to read them with such a serious expression, opened the newspaper and hardened it.

There were written many evil deeds that the princess was said to have committed. She said that the princess had a hobby of torturing commoners, and that she even killed commoners just because her hair was flowing.

When the nobles asked her about the crime, the princess fled to the dungeon territory, and it was written that the mansion fire that took place today was also committed by the princess herself.

“… What is this?”
“I didn’t write it.”

Saying that, Deokgu took out a cigar from his chest and asked. Deok-gu, who did everything he wouldn’t do on Earth to look cool, lit a cigar in a very familiar motion.

After inhaling the thick cigar smoke, he spat it out and explained while acupressure to his temples.

“You know we have a monopoly on newspapers, right?”
“Yes, I heard that other vested interests aren’t doing it because it doesn’t make money?”

Newspapers were not yet a very lucrative business. You have to make people believe that the information contained in it is true, and you can’t raise the price of each one because so many people have to read it.

The newspaper that Deok-gu spread was, in a way, a great information delivery medium that contained only true articles that could not be seen even on Earth, and other vested interests left the newspaper alone.

“That became poison this time.”

“Why?”

“Look – if we are the only company that publishes a newspaper… If someone followed our newspaper. Who do you think made the newspaper?”

“… Wouldn’t you think we made it?”

“Okay.”

Deokgu took out some fabricated newspapers and lit a cigarette over them. It was such a trashy newspaper that it would be a waste to use it as an ashtray.

Of course. Because this wasn’t a newspaper.

“You are under attack. Do Jin-ah.”

Go propaganda.
It was propaganda to incite people.

* * *

If you have a lot of money, you can do a lot of things.
For example, collecting all the fake newspapers that were scattered here and there on the day, or distributing countless newspapers with the content that the newspapers that were spread are fake newspapers, and so on.

But at the same time, there are things that no amount of money can do.

-A human being who once acquired incorrect information… I can’t convince you. Know?

Even on Earth, there are rumors that Bill Gates dominates people by putting microscopic nanochips in vaccines. Is this because of Bill Gates’ lack of money?

Not like that. People selectively gather information, and put strangely blind faith in the results.

“Did you hear about that? The princess-.”
“You can’t believe it was that trash?”
“That’s right!”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you sure! What I saw in the newspaper…”

Do-jin, who overheard the conversations of the citizens inside the Dungeon Territory, wondered what it would be like to be the capital of the Republic, the capital of the Republic, that is completely out of the realm of the newspaper office.

Do-jin dared to predict with her lack of brain—where the princess is already a great sinner who ruined the country, and she would be treated as a great witch who likes to harass the citizens.

“I, I- I didn’t do it….”

The princess wept bitterly at the voices whispered throughout the city. She was all the more so because the content was to frame herself.

What? Do you have a hobby of torturing commoners? She was a princess, and she was someone who couldn’t easily kill even a bug.

Is the culprit who burned down the mansion a princess? She was not the culprit, and it was still unknown whether the burning of the mansion was an accident or an incident.

“I know.”
“Do-jin, sir….”
“Don’t worry… I can’t.”

This was not a planet where millions of new incidents and accidents broke out every day. A different world, close to the Middle Ages, where one experiences as a child until he or she becomes an old man and dies for the rest of his life.

There was a considerable gap in the amount of information between the two worlds, so that a human being on Earth would encounter more information in three days than a farmer who does the same thing every day would have access to it in a lifetime.

“Maybe I have to live as a different person.”
“… What did I do wrong-“
“Yes, it was the nobles of the Republic, not you, who did it.”

Aristocrats who claim to be the self-proclaimed elector and elders. It was they who tried to kill the princess. If the princess was to blame, it was her birth as a king’s daughter.

“But that is your responsibility.”
“Do I have to take responsibility even though I did nothing wrong?”
“I had the same thoughts as you.”

Do-jin smiled and quietly told his old story. The stories of her painful training her from her own father and the pain of living a life different from others.

For decades, she doubted what she had done wrong and whether she should suffer this much. He had a realization.

“Since I was already born like this, I just have to accept it and live with it.”

It’s true that his head was a bit dry and he realized, but his father was a world-famous swordsman.

Thanks to him, people who wanted to learn swordsmanship from him were widespread all over the world, and whether they wanted it or not, Do-jin was born with a spoon that others envy and enjoyed the benefits.

“So are you. When I was living as a princess, I would have done everything I wanted to do.”
“… I can’t say no.”
“On the subject of that, saying that the king is suffering because of his ruin his, and that he does n’t know why he has to suffer like this… It’s an irresponsible statement.”

She looked like a daughter complaining that her parents’ business her was ruined and she was sitting on her sidewalk.

Of course, Do-jin was somehow involved in the reason for the ruin, so he felt a sense of responsibility and took care of him.

“For now, one thing is certain.”

Prior to the war with the aristocrats, if they remove the assassin they sent, they will be able to breathe right away.

“I found it, Dojin.”
“I’ll go right away.”

So, Do-jin headed to the lodging where the assassin was hiding.

* * *

“I go up first.”
“All right.”

Shabby inn. Do-jin, who arrived inside, gave out a gold coin and kicked out all the guests, including the owner.

The inn was empty in an instant, and the old man with sensitive ears would have noticed it right away because he had caused such a commotion.

Step on the creaky stairs and climb up. After climbing all the stairs, I stand in front of the door I had been told about before.

In a narrow hallway, it was not easy to pull out and wield a sword.
But that’s okay The cutting power of a demonic sword does not come from speed or brute strength. At the moment when mana is poured into the magic sword and the spirit is raised to the highest level, the magic sword has power comparable to that of a monomolecular cutter.

Suwook-. The moment I put my sword into the door and cross it, a cartoon-like phenomenon occurs. The door leaf is cut in half and falls off.

Inside, the old man who was waiting with his feet in a posture was embarrassed to discover an anomaly that was very unbelievable with his own senses of him.

However, the body reacted instinctively differently from the mind. The technique that has been beaten in the body for decades is swung towards Do-jin.

And the sword was blocked by Do-jin’s forearm.

Poo-!

“… What is this?”
“It is full-tem. He is an old man.”

Do-jin was wearing armor and a coat made of the hide of a horror hero. It was something that was difficult to cut even with a magic sword, so even with swords and swordsmanship that cut iron, it could not be easily cut.

Do-jin, who grabbed the old man’s sword and overpowered it, saw a girl glaring at him from behind. I’m still afraid. No matter how fantasy it is, it is hard to believe that the power to kill oneself can come out of that small body.

So, even if it’s a little smashed, I brought someone who’s okay.

“Sorry!”
“—Yes, yes! Master!”

Seol broke the window and came inside, grabbed the girl and left the dorm. Down there, the galaxy was waiting.

He is a martial artist who cannot defeat even himself with super-made dolls and bare hands. Even if you possess unknown powers, it would be impossible to defeat them both at the same time.

“Awesome-!”
“No one will interrupt, let’s enjoy it.”
“Ah, Songi-!”

The old man shouted and swung his sword. This time, it was not a coat, but a sword, and a feast of pure swords and swords continued.

* * *

The sword was not a useful weapon in close combat. The killing power of a sword lies in the blade, and the most effective distance the blade naturally touches when swinging.

However, the inn room is small. It is so narrow that it is filled with two adult men fighting in the room.

There was no way he could wield his sword properly in such a small room. Thus, the swordsmanship the two wielded was close to an assassination sword aimed only at vital points.

Squeak-!

‘I got cut again.’

Do-jin shuddered at the cool sensation passing by his neck. A sword strike that would have been a fatal blow without a coat or armor.

Didn’t you see not. Saw. However, this old man is very good at using his sword short and stabbing at a blind spot out of sight of the enemy.

A sword literally made only for assassination. A sword that is the exact opposite of the swordsmanship that his father made, and that strikes and destroys everyone in front.

‘Give me that too.’

Dojin’s eyes are hot as if they are on fire. Then, as if coveting the old man’s swordsmanship, he begins to absorb everything.

Every time he swings his sword, the old man starts to gasp. The limit of physical strength comes. No matter how fantasy he was, he could n’t overcome his age.

Both Dojin and the old man know that this fight is not far away. It was very sad. If only he had met a little sooner, if only he had met a little bit younger…

‘I could have taken away a little more-.’

Eventually, physical limitations come. Do-jin deflects the old man’s sword and puts it to his neck.

With a sword pointed at his neck his, the old man slumped on the half-shattered bed and began to gasp. Then, as if in pain, he squeezed my chest.

“Heo-eok, heo-eok-!”
“… Are you okay?”
“Okay, it’s okay-! Heck, heo-.”
“I think I will die soon.”
“Ke, keuheu- are you that kind to the assassin who aimed at your neck?”
“It’s just a courtesy to the senior.”

In fact, there was always a moment for the old man to make a cowardly move. Pretending to wield a sword, spitting needles or spitting out poison- A chance to continue fighting, not swordsmanship.

But the old man didn’t. He only dealt with Do-jin with swordsmanship and self-destructed.

“Yeah, it was just- it was regrettable that it was the last one.”

Saying that, the old man somehow got up from the bed. Then he went over to the smashed inn window and jumped out.

As Do-jin fell after him, the old man approached the girl who had been subdued by Seol and Eun-ha.

“Enemy— Eliminate.”
“Sul, stop.”
“Sul, quit.”

The old man pushed away Seol and took the girl in his arms. She, the girl, had passed out with her unscathed appearance of her.

With the girl in his arms his, the old man carefully looked up at Dojin.

“Even if I die, let this child live.”
“I have no intention of killing either of you.”
“I know my body best, I only have a few minutes left.”

Patting the head of the stunned girl, the old man looked down at her with a sad look on her face.

“He is a child who surpasses me in terms of talent. I’ve taught you everything – it’ll be useful depending on how you use it. If the only problem is…”

“… There are no muscles in her limbs.”

“Yes, I cut it off because I was afraid I might run away. Unless even a saintess is brought, treatment will be impossible.”

The old man said he was sorry and stroked the girl. Then she died slowly.

“Name is… Yes, Ruby- Ruby would be nice… Her eyes were shining like rubies… Are you okay?”
“Do whatever you want.”
“Yes, Ruby… I named it, but it’s a good name….”

After that, the old man, who had been flirting, drooped. Seol, who was watching from the side, muttered quietly.

“He died. Master.”
“I know.”

A dead old man, an assassin, but also a swordsman.
Do-jin lastly ignored the teacher and swordsman of a person who studied swordsmanship with him, and carefully picked up the girl and hugged him.

After a while, the security guards who received the report and took care of the scene.