“In that case I suppose we are even.”
They could not find any hint of negativeness in Sebas’ bright smile. Climb stood up feeling relieved.
“Then we will retreat and come back after magic is cast on us.”
Part 2
Sebas gave himself a generous amount of time to arrive, so he was several minutes ahead of the instructed time on the parchment. Though he was early, he stood in front of the gate.
It was a fence styled gate so he could see inside, but because of the trees, his line of sight was obscured.
“Hmph, you came on time.”
With coarse voice, a man appeared from in between the trees. Of course Sebas knew that man was there the whole time because he had activated a skill that detected all life forms within a certain radius. He couldn’t physically see him, and since it would be dangerous to rely on this skill alone, he only used it under special circumstances.
Following the man’s guide through the door, Sebas walked on the little pathway through the garden. For a garden owned by an underground organization like Eight Fingers, it did not have gloomy feelings about it. The trees were trimmed cleanly and he could tell they must have a fairly talented gardener. Following the pathway, there was large clearing resembling a training ground. Numerous torches dotted the ground and red flames danced about everywhere. There were roughly 30 people, mostly men and a few women, who were all smiling. It was the smile given by those accustomed to violence who could never imagine themselves losing. Sebas looked around the clearing. He could not find anyone who could present a proper challenge but he found the Six Arms he heard about from Climb’s comrade.
One wore a hooded robe. It was dyed black and the edge was sewn with red thread as if it were imitating a flame. He could not see inside the hood, but the aura was not that of a living being. The nickname “Undying” was not a simple word play, but because it was an undead.
The lone woman among the Six Arms was dressed lightly in thin silk. She had countless golden bangles on her wrists and ankles and they made a metallic sound every time she moved. On her waist hung six scimitars. The man beside her was flashy. He was dressed like a matador and held a rapier whose blade looked as if it grew out of a rose. It even smelled like a rose.
The last man was covered in unremarkable full plate armour and kept his sword in the sheath. A total of four people — their leader, Zero, was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was waiting his turn elsewhere. When the four of them stepped forward, their minions moved to surround Sebas.
“Old man, I heard you are quite strong. You defeated them all with just a single strike?”
“We had to secure our place within the Eight Fingers with our skills alone. It will be dangerous for us if we lose here. Succulent? He was an idiot to lose in front of the head of Slave Trade branch, even if that branch is now fallen.”
“So I have one question for you. Succulent said he lost to Brain Unglaus, but was he actually defeated by you and simply did not admit to it?
“Well, I never fought with him directly. I only exchanged greetings with him in the mansion and he was unconscious the next time I saw him.”
“Well, I guess it was only natural that he lost. If the opponent was the renowned Brain Unglaus, there’s no way he could have won.”
“Especially if he became stronger since the duel and is on same level as Gazef Stronoff, Succulent’s loss was a given.”
“But it’s not something that can be forgiven. We’ll take care of Unglaus and that shitty princess’ underling later. But you old man, who instigated this whole annoyance, you will die first.”
The Six Arms spoke one by one and pointed to third floor of the building.
“There are several high-ranking people over there. They’ve gathered to see us kill you nice and slow.”
“Is someone called Zero there as well?”
“Well, maybe.”
The four smiled mockingly as if they were looking at a weakling. Sebas pointed towards the building and then lowered his hand. The Six Arms wondered what he was doing.
“What is that? You picking a fight?”
“Don’t worry about it. So, where is she?”
“Who are you talking about?”
The reply came with a smile that was clearly looking down at him. Sebas replied sternly.
“She’s the women you kidnapped from the mansion, Tsuare.”
“Are you guys truly that generous?”
“Hahaha! Correct answer. We’re not that generous. She’s going to be a gift for Cocco Doll. We have her wrapped up nice and tight.”
“I see…”
Sebas felt one of the four suddenly looking towards a specific place in the building. The only thing that mattered was that it wasn’t the place where he had been told Tsuare would be. Even so, he only needed to confirm it afterwards.
“Since everyone’s gathered here, come all at once. It’d be waste of time and bothersome if Zero escapes.”
“…This old man doesn’t mince words.”
“Are you that confident you’ll easily take out the underlings? It seems you’ve never met a truly strong opponent.”
“Those are indeed wise words. I wish to return those words back to you… but may I ask about something? Why do you think I am weaker than Brain?”
With the exception of Deibanock, the other two agreed.
“Is that so…”
Sebas could also approximately estimate the enemy’s strength by their Ki, but it was difficult to estimate one’s strength when it was hidden by skill or magic.
“So we’ll give you a chance. We’ll fight one at a time, so—”
“—I am strong.”
Sebas motioned for them to come at him.
“Like I said previously, don’t do something annoying like fighting me one at a time. If all of you come at once, you might last 10 seconds.”
“Don’t look down on us, human.”
Deibanock’s shoulders shook.
“Taking you easy? No, you are the ones who’re taking me easy. My name is Sebas. The one who gave me my name is the strongest warrior. The master I serve is a Supreme Being… but, I can see it’s no use talking about him to lower creatures such as yourselves. I grow tired of talking. Let’s finish this.”
Sebas took a step forward. It was towards the creature with the nickname that displeased Sebas the most.
‘Undying King’ Deibanock.
Its true identity was a naturally spawned elder lich. Undead normally spawned in places where many people died and they tended to hold a deep hatred towards living beings and focused on killing them. However, a few undead with sentience suppressed their hatred towards living beings and formed relations with them. Deibanock was one such undead. The objective of his unnatural life was to master magic he couldn’t use when he first spawned and to attain different skills beyond magic as well.
If there were similar undead, it might have been a different story. Actually, there was a secret society that only consisted of undead magic casters, but unfortunately, Deibanock never had the chance to meet any of them.
And so, he sought wealth in order to learn more magic.
In the beginning, he killed travelers on the road and took their money, but after losing to adventurers who were sent as a punitive force, he realized the foolishness of such actions and looked for new ways to acquire money. So he hid his true identity to join a mercenary company, but after it was noticed that he could cast ‘Fireball’ continuously, his identity as an undead was discovered and he had to run away.