Chapter 13 : Arthur II

I then swung my right leg toward Arthur's left waist. It was a simple swing, but it looked like a whip.

Arthur, who had no time to react, was immediately hit by the kick on his left waist and was knocked down a few meters.

Arthur, who was floating in the air, immediately stabilized his position so that he could land safely.

However, I didn't give him a chance to fight back. Before he could land a second time, I had appeared in front of him with my fists clenched.

Seeing that my fist was about to land on his face, Arthur instantly raised his wooden sword right in front of his face.

I could vaguely feel the layer of [Mana] that strengthened the wooden sword.

Unfortunately, Arthur's efforts were in vain in the face of my strength. My fist hit Arthur's wooden sword and caused a strong gust of wind.

Arthur, who was still floating in the air, was immediately blown away once again and crashed into the tree where I was sheltering before.

*BRAKK

Arthur fell to the ground and got up slowly.

The look of pain on his face could tell the pain he had just experienced.

After all, a 5 year old who had just entered the growth phase would be very sensitive to pain.

"Not bad. You've coated [Mana] on your sword." I complimented Arthur.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master. However, I am still lacking." Arthur replied.

"No, you're already very talented. There's no need to be modest." I told him.

"Master isn't serious yet either. Master only uses physical strength. You didn't even use the skills you showed me yesterday." Arthur said.

Hearing that, I just shut up and didn't reply again.

Every genius has his own pride.

For Arthur, losing means losing.

That defeat will make Arthur grow stronger.

The stunt that Arthur had just performed had shown his terrible talent.

A child his age today would probably just play around and run around the yard without thinking about becoming stronger. It would only take time for Arthur to become one of the strongest in the world.

"Look at that child."

"Another monster has been born."

"How horrible."

"Is he also like Young Master? A psychopath?"

Hearing the whispering voices in my ears, my eyes could not help but become sluggish.

'They started again. A bunch of rats who only huddle and gossip.' I thought calmly.

Without even turning around I already knew who was whispering to each other.

The weak-minded knights who could only envy the talents of others. They envy someone's talent, but don't want to try harder to be better.

In the end, they're just big mouths.

Unlike me, Arthur frowned when he heard the knights' words.

However, Arthur quickly calmed down after a while.

Living in the slums had built Arthur's mentality.

The two of us finished the training session and walked into the mansion.

"I hope there is no third."

"I hope nothing happens in the future."

"The Black family is very unlucky to have given birth to a murderer."

"Yesterday's tragedy brought down the Black family's reputation."

I just kept quiet listening to the whispers of the knights who were looking at me with fear.

But damn it, Arthur wasn't like me.

*SLASH

The wooden sword in Arthur's hand pierced the eye socket of one of the knights.

"ARGHHH!"

The knight's scream echoed throughout the mansion and caused panic in everyone in the courtyard.

The surrounding knights immediately reacted and approached the knight to help him.

I turned around and saw a smiling Arthur after throwing his wooden sword.

"Bull's-eye!" said Arthur proudly.

Noticing my gaze, Arthur turned around while still putting a smile on his face.

"Master, they are very weak. They can't even withstand my simple throw." Arthur told me.

'It's true what Arthur said. The knights here only excel in statistics and not experience. The peaceful life makes them complacent and constantly become weaker and weaker.' I thought looking at the knight kneeling on the ground holding his wounded eye.

I just shook my head lightly and walked back into the mansion as if the incident just now had nothing to do with me.

It was true that this child was indeed an inborn psychopath. Fortunately, I managed to subdue him before the [Gehenna Cult] discovered him.

If a psychopathic child with a horrible talent is trained hard by an extremist organization like the [Gehenna Cult], there might only be nightmares in the future.

I am not an MC who is always accompanied by luck.

Death will come to me at the slightest misstep.

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P.O.V. Reader.

After parting with Arthur, Van immediately entered his room and cleaned himself up.

After cleaning himself, Van, who was still curious, went straight to the window.

Through the window, Van saw the witches trying to heal the wound on the knight's injured eye.

After seeing a few seconds, Van immediately lost interest and left.

While lying on the bed, Van thought about yesterday's battle with the market thugs.

'Right now what I lack is my age and my body.' Van thought.

For humans, an age that hasn't entered the prime of life means that they can't bring out their full potential.

Van's current statistics of physical strength and [Mana] could be said to greatly surpass a child of his age, but when compared to an adult, the difference was like heaven and earth.

'If only I could unlock the [World Treasure] skill' Van thought while looking at the hologram screen in front of his eyes.

Among the rows of skills, there was a [World Treasure] skill that was still locked.

[World Treasure : Ability to obtain all treasures]

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While Van was still lying in bed, Arthur on the other hand had arrived at the knights' dormitory.

Arthur's arrival frightened the knights and servants.

After all, the incident just now was still fresh in everyone's minds.

Arthur, who was sitting at the dining table, must have noticed everyone's gaze.

"What's wrong?" Arthur asked.

Finally, everyone looked away, not daring to look Arthur in the eye. The atmosphere at the dinner table had become very awkward since Arthur's arrival.

However, Arthur felt nothing and continued with his breakfast.

*RAKK

A wooden glass landed on Arthur's dining table.

Smelling the strong odor of alcohol, Arthur frowned and raised his head. He saw a drunk knight standing in front of him.

"Wh-what are you Ar-Arthur talking about?" asked the knight.

"What is your business?" asked Arthur.

The frown on his forehead clearly showed that he was annoyed with the knight in front of him.

"I just wanted to warn you. Don't be too som-bong." said the knight.

Hearing the drunk knight's words, the other knight's face changed 180°.

"That fool!"

"Who gave him beer in the morning?!"

"It's over..."

Although they didn't like Arthur, they were afraid of the person behind Arthur.

Young Master Van Black.

Anyone in their right mind wouldn't want to get into trouble with him.