Doitsu Gun Shoukan! ~Yuusha-tachi ni Subete o Ubawareta Dragon Shoukanshi, Moto Saikyou wa Fukushuu o Chikau~ - Chapter 15-1

※Guildmaster’s perspective※

 

‘Hei…hiiiiIIIIIi’

 

The guildmaster was crawling among the corpses.

 

This was because of a crazy heretic who was scum, trash and useless.

 

A crazy murderer who attacked the adventurer’s guild in revenge for the theft of his woman. It seemed that it was the right decision for the guildmaster to kill him in the forest as soon as possible.

 

‘That bastard!’

 

‘My strongest technique is like a snot!’

 

The guildmaster chose to run away, leaving the remains of the greatsword in his hand in the wreckage.

 

As he kept having flashbacks to the scene before he crawled to the ground in a heap, his crotch loosened.

As he kept having flashbacks to the scene before he crawled to the ground in a heap, his crotch loosened.

 

The steam was rising and the smell of ammonia was added to the bloody smell.

 

‘How many times have I been incontinent today?’

(TL:Pee in his pants)

 

Earlier, the guildmaster was supposed to beat Nasser to death with his strongest technique.

 

It was only a short time ago.

 

Nasser, the madman, came out of the iron wagon unprotected.

 

The guildmaster had been working on his skills to hit him with his iron sword. He would be able to get to him in a matter of seconds with the help of his signature “Shrink” and “Muscle Doubling”.

 

The only way to end this, wasto hit Nasser with his family’s traditional Kensei technique – the “Kiga Slash” and he could have gone to his parents in heaven!

 

‘What the hell is that?’

 

A hunk of metal pointed at him…

 

And…

 

“First of all, apologise to me… you bastard”

 

Papapapapapapapapapapapa! !

 

A sound like the bursting of bamboo rang, and then he fell down in a heap of corpses in a hapless heap.

 

‘What the hell!’

 

‘What the hell was that?’

 

‘What did I do!?’

 

‘It’s all your fault, you barbarian!’

 

‘The hero was the one that stole your wife.’

 

‘And it was the guild members who testified against you.’

 

‘You’ve been bullied since you’ve become a heretic.’

 

‘It’s all your fault!’

 

‘I was only lending a hand!’

 

The guildmaster was so caught up in the idea that he wasn’t in the position to be blamed and in his own way, he was just resentful towards Nasser.

 

He cursed him in his heart.

 

‘I’ll kill you next time.’

 

………….

 

…..?

 

‘Next? Would there be such a thing?’

 

“There it is! There it is!”

 

A new commotion had started.

 

It was the royal guards who came running. Everyone knew it would happen.

 

The guildmaster, who was crawling on the ground, felt that it was just his luck that the Royal Guards had heard the commotion.

 

Immediately, the guards formed a line and readied into the “battlefield”.

 

Even though he was in a lot of pain, he was a former high-ranking military officer and current master of the Adventurers Guild. He hadn’t trained half-heartedly.

 

It had been a long time since he held a sword, but he thought he could kick the crap out of an ex-summoner with a mediocre skill set.

 

But when he confronted it, this was what he got.

 

Kuhukk!

 

After coughing up a lot of blood, the guildmaster began to have cloudy vision..  The symptoms of blood loss were beginning to appear.

 

‘Shit! I’m not going to die! The king and the hero have finally recognized me!’

 

‘My career is the most important thing!’

 

The guildmaster was  so obsessed with his job that he was  willing to go to any length to get it.

 

He looked for the dead adventurers’ toolbags.

 

Aside from newcomers and poor adventurers, ordinary adventurers would need a lot of potions.

 

If they were adventurers returning from outside, they might have run out of it, but fortunately, most of the people in the guild were adventurers who were about to go on an adventure.

 

And just as he had hoped, he found a potion.

 

But unfortunately only one of them was still intact.

 

And it was a normal potion.

 

The guildmaster would prefer to drink a high quality high potion or a top quality extra potion, but in his current state that would be a luxury.

 

Licking a rolling potion on the ground in a pool of blood.

 

The taste of blood lingered in his mouth, but the effects of the potion were immediate.

 

The wounds, punctured by strange weapons, had started to heal and the blood had stopped.

 

………..

 

But that was it.

 

The blood that was lost would not return and the pain was still there.

 

The closed wound was about to open again.

 

‘Damn it all…..’

 

Nasser is distracted by the Royal Guards.

 

He’s creating a new magic circle to fight them.

 

‘…. a chance!’ 

 

The moment Nasser shouted to call his summons – the guildmaster took that moment to run.

 

“──────!”

 

He heard Nasser cursing behind him, but he didn’t care!

 

Back at the guild, there were potions.

 

They had weapons.

 

There would be a few adventurers and staff left!

 

And then there were the Royal Guards. As far as the guildmaster could see, they were the equivalent of a company of soldiers.

 

That was more than enough.

 

‘Let them tear you to pieces!’

 

Nasser was a heretic who killed a lot of adventurers.

 

And on top of that, he tried to kill the guildmaster too. He would never forgive him.

 

The guildmaster didn’t want Nasser to die easily.

 

Even if he used his authority as a former general as an umbrella, he planned to take Nasser to the lynch mob of the Royal Guard.

 

His steps became sluggish.

 

He was so slow that it annoyed him.

 

But still, he managed to escape.

 

He put his hand on the guild door and slipped inside.

 

He went straight to the reception desk then he pushed himself against the counter and climbed over with a thud.

 

“Hufft…Hughhftt… damn you, Nasser bastard!”

 

With a panicked hand, he searched through the drawers behind the counter and pulled out the finest potions he could find to sell to adventurers.

 

Glukk.. Glukkk.. Phwahhh! 

 

As soon as he finished drinking, he could  feel the blood flowing through his body.

 

It also brought back some blood, albeit from potions.

 

It was not enough to make a full recovery, but all the wounds would be healed.

 

Now all he needed to do is to eat some meat and have a good rest and he would be back to normal.

 

‘I don’t have time for that! I’m going to kill Nasser!’

 

The guildmaster strode around the guild with an indignant look on his face, as if his wounds had healed and were feeling better.

 

He needed to secure weapons and recruit men.

 

“Oi, somebody ────”

 

When he looked around the guild for someone to talk to….it was completely empty.

 

There was no one left.

 

“Cowards!”

 

After spitting and swearing, the Guildmaster headed upstairs to his room.

 

He rifled through the weapons cupboard in his room and brought out a large bow gun and a two-handed sword, and peered out of the window to see if he could kill Nasser for real this time. ──────

 

‘What the hell is that?’

 

There was a strange group there.

 

Men in grey clothes and hornless helmets.

 

In their hands, they hold a wooden stick as if it were a spear.

 

Compared to the orderly lines of the Royal Guards, those men in grey were in disorder.

 

Just before fleeing to the guild, the guildmaster had seen the appearance of a summoning magic circle, so he immediately understood that it was Nasser’s summoning beast.

He understood it, but it still confused him.

 

After all, he had never seen a summon beast like that before.

 

There were certainly ways of summoning people, such as the summoning of heroes.

 

There were also techniques for summoning monsters and other existing demons.

 

There was .. No, he had never seen or heard of calling a number of people of that size.

 

And the iron carriage in which Nasser was hiding.

 

Perhaps that was also a summoned beast.

 

Nasser was a summoner at the time, capable of summoning a rotten lvl 5 dragon.

 

In his view of Nasser’s skill level and total magical power, it was possible to summon multiple summons of Lv0 or 1.

 

‘But what the hell is that?’

 

The battle was fought before the eyes of the guildmaster, who had a question mark on his face.