Volume 7 Chapter 28 Coin Castle, Destruction Of The Undying Patient
As we entered the mansion's front door, we saw a young man sitting at a small table.
The table was more like a decorative stand for vases, and there was a broken vase on the floor.
But what caught our attention was the young man's condition. His face was pale, his breathing was rough, and he was wearing a long robe that made him look like he was about to collapse.
It was as if he had just fallen down and broken the vase, and then sat down on the decorative stand instead of a chair.
"...Are we too slow?"
"I don't know..."
Roman and I looked confused. Then the young man turned to us and coughed violently, saying,
"Ugh... Cough... You're 'Slow', right? I'm 'The Undying Patient' Sick... Cough... Cough... Cough!"
His coughing was so bad it was like a joke.
"No way, you should go home and rest. Come back when you're feeling better," I said.
"―――Wait, Wade-kun."
"Huh?"
But Roman stopped me, looking serious. He glared at the young man, who was still coughing.
"I know about him. He's a big deal, 'The Undying Patient' Sick. He used to have 2 gold adventurer badges, one for his sword and one for his torch."
"Wait, so he's as strong as me?"
"Yeah, 'Slow', I went to the Karditsa dungeon ten years ago... Cough... But I escaped because 'Handless' was causing chaos there. I came out of a different dungeon instead."
"So, Mudi was already causing trouble back then... And with that appearance, he doesn't look like he's ten years older, right?"
"Yeah, I get it... In the gold rank, there are people like that, so it's not surprising. Cough..."
The young man, Sick, slowly stood up, stretched his back, and showed us a small knife hidden inside his robe.
"'Aphorism'."
When he said so, my heart starts racing and I feel super excited at the same time.
"Oh, it's the Cursed Thirteen Blades of Victory!"
"Wade-kun, be careful! If it's 'The Undying Patient', then... oh no, God Please protect us from this sickness.'
"'You should know the pain of a rotting body!'"
Suddenly, I feel a chill run down my spine, and a strong, nasty wind blows towards me.
"Ugh, ahh..."
"Wait, what's going on? Did God only protect me? Am I the only one loved by the gods?"
I feel my whole body being eaten away from the inside, and I collapse to the ground, vomiting a lot of blood. What's happening? What's going on? Is this what Roman meant?
"The Cursed Thirteen Blades of Victory, also known as the Black Death Sword Nergal, spreads germs everywhere as soon as it's drawn. I'm already infected with 4 diseases, so it's no big deal."
Sick look at me, who's coughing up blood, and said, "Wow, you're actually laughing in this situation...". I wipe the blood from my mouth and say.
"It's amazing that you can still laugh in this situation... Ugh. When you found out about the Cursed Thirteen Blades of Victory, your tension went up, and it's surprising. Normally, people would give up hope when they find out."
"Cough, cough... So, I've been encountering the Cursed Thirteen Blades of Victory a lot lately ...And I'm still alive, and this is the third one...?"
"Wait, you mean the third one? Are you saying you're still alive after fighting The Cursed Thirteen Blades of Victory? Ugh, cough... That's crazy."
Sick is giving me a dirty look, pointing the sharp edge of his knife at me.
"How are you still alive? The person who's protecting you must be good, but a normal person would've died already from Nergal's sickness. Ugh. How are you still alive?"
"Cough, I'm so relieved I was really hurt, but now I'm all better. That sword is amazing!"
"What's going on?"
"I'm good now. It took some time, but I'm fully recovered. That sword is incredible!"
I stood up, feeling strong and confident, thanks to the power of the Anahata Chakra. Sick looked at me with a surprised expression, then burst out laughing. "Haha, what's going on? You're cured?"
"I didn't just cure myself, I'm still healing. I'm just healing faster than the disease can spread. If I couldn't do this, I wouldn't even be able to fight you directly!"
Sick looked at me with a serious face, holding the black sword, Nergal. So, the scary thing about the Black Death Sword Nergal is that it's not just about pulling out the sword. It's when you get stabbed and then get infected with a curse or something. That's a story for later.
I held up my greatsword, Durandal, and prepared for battle. Sick said, "It's been a while since I've had a real fight... Let's do this!"
"Don't interfere, Roman."
"Don't worry, Wade-kun can handle it. I won't interfere."
"I'm feeling pretty confident... but also a bit nervous. I'm not just a warrior, I'm an adventurer, and it's been a long time since I've felt this way."
I took a deep breath in and out, feeling my heart racing. Sick's powerful attack could still hurt me badly. But I knew I had to be brave and face him.
"'Slow' Wade."
"'The Undying Patient'Sick."
We both took a step forward, ready to fight.
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