Chapter 3 [Side Gale Bartley] Daily Life Of The Target
"Hey, who said you could take a break! 500 more sword swings to go! I won't allow you to sleep until it's done, you all!"
In the courtyard of the Bartley household.
Gale Bartley, the head of the family, was in a bad mood.
Just the other day, Lilyna, the eldest daughter of the Bartley family, failed to receive a swordsman job.
Despite trying to pass on his brilliant sword skills to his children and strengthen ties with the royal family, Lilyna ended up with a job unrelated to sword fighting.
Cursing the ungrateful child who he had spent time and money raising, Gale expelled Lilyna from the Bartley estate as a traitor.
"What's wrong! You won't receive the sword skills I created like this!"
Gale's threat was directed at the seven children who had stopped moving their hands.
"B-but my hands are blistered, I can't go on..."
"Father, please let us at least have some water..."
The children pleaded, but it only angered Gale further.
"Enough! Don't talk back to me! You should all just swing your swords silently! It's to inherit my wonderful sword techniques that I've developed!"
Ordering an additional 500 swings of the sword, Gale's command brought despair to the children's faces.
Gale sprawled back in his chair.
With a hand gripping fruit wine prepared by a maid and another hand tearing into the meat, he filled his belly.
Naturally, the children were not allowed to eat until they finished their sword swings.
This was the daily life of the Bartley family.
"And yet, Lilyna, to receive a job that cannot inherit my sword techniques... What a disappointment."
Emptying his fruit wine this time, Gale muttered.
Oh well, Gale thought.
There are still "shots" from the god to receive a job.
He must pass on the sword techniques he developed (Gale style) at all costs.
If he could provide talent to the royal family, he could build even thicker pipelines than they have now.
To achieve that, he pushes his children to the brink of death. No, it's fine even if they die, he can just make new shots.
There was no room for hesitation, it was a natural act for Gale.
"Ah...!"
Among those practicing sword swings, the youngest child couldn't help but cry out.
The pain in their hands, worn out from swinging, caused them to drop the sword they were holding.
For children not even ten years old, Gale's training was far too harsh.
But Gale attributed it to their lack of determination.
He stood up from his chair and marched over to the child.
"This weakling!"
"Ah――!"
Gale swung his fist vigorously for punishment.
The child was small. It wouldn't have been strange if the fist hit their head and killed them, but Gale, frustrated by the incident with Lilyna, didn't care about such things.
――Thunk!
But the swinging fist didn't reach the child, instead, it struck something else.
It was a pitch-black scythe held out between the child and Gale's fist.
"W-who are you――!?"
"Just passing through."
Gale was astonished, his eyes wide open.
It wasn't just because his swinging fist was intercepted by the intruder, but also because the intruder, a boy, effortlessly caught Gale's fist with the scythe he held out with one hand, and he did it with a relaxed expression.
He didn't even flinch when hit by his attack, a high-level swordsman job (Paladin).
"N-no way, you're..."
Gale pondered, trying to recall information about the person clad in black clothes wielding the pitch-black scythe.
He had only heard rumors, but based on the distinctive silhouette, he should be known as this.
"(Black-Robed Executor)..."
Despair permeated Gale's muttered words.
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