Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 35 (Part 2):

It was an emotionless voice, chilling the excitement and tension. Every word distinctly hit the ears.

The mercenaries turned to look at Helmut.

His expressionless face was peaceful, as if this situation wasn’t a crisis for him.

“But there’s a condition.”

“What is it?”

Tanya asked, a strange premonition seizing her. She saw it, Helmut’s sword. But it was fleeting, like a mirage.

Helmut simply stroked the sword handle and said,

“Silence. Silence about everything you see here. That’s my condition.”

“What are you talking about?”

This time it was Finn. Instead of answering, Helmut tightened his grip.

He felt a boiling heat within. It sharpened into a sword.

He had restrained himself enough, endured enough. Had he ever been so patient in a hunt before?

Now, there was no need to hold back.

“I’m saying, I’ll save you. All of you.”

The next moment, what settled on his lips was a predator’s smile. Threateningly confident and smug.

The demonic beasts charged, thinking the mercenaries were distracted.

Helmut’s sword left its sheath. The mercenaries gaped as the ash-grey blade materialized, its presence blossoming.

‘That is!’

‘Vis…?’

The manifestation of Vis, something even a rank 2 mercenary couldn’t mimic. The embodiment of power only manifested by those who had reached the sword’s domain. And it wasn’t something a fourteen-year-old boy should be able to show.

-Woosh!

A gust of wind stirred. It was like an explosive whirlwind had suddenly swept through this place.

It was a moment of slaughter. The ash-grey sword boasted its might, tearing through space.

The demonic beasts died without knowing how. There was no chance for hit-and-run tactics. Their renowned regeneration was useless after death.

With each swing of Helmut’s sword, thick fur imbued with magic power was sliced as easily as paper, cutting down to the bone.

The speed of the sword strikes was invisible to the eye. It was a one-sided massacre.

As if slicing meat in a butcher shop, Helmut wielded his sword without any resistance. The precise nature of his swordsmanship was indiscernible.

The Pace Mercenaries gaped in unison.

‘What am I watching?’

‘Is this a dream?’

But it was reality. A vivid reality unfolding before their eyes!

The Pace Mercenaries, who had braced for death moments ago, found themselves miraculously out of danger without lifting a finger. It was a miracle beyond their imagination.

After Helmut dispatched the last monster, he looked around. Few had escaped alive.

He had been annoyed, having to hold back against the swarming pests.

Because of that, he made sure to catch and kill them more persistently.

“It seems to be over.”

Helmut smiled as he surveyed the clean surroundings. His rare smile sent shivers down the spines of the Pace Mercenaries.

Finn looked at Helmut with a stunned face. This was not the Helmut he knew. It was as if something had taken Helmut’s place.

‘Is that really the weak Helmut? The one sweating profusely as he climbed the hill?’

It felt like they should start calling him Lord Helmut. The events leading up to this moment flashed through Finn’s mind.

“How could you, your skills…….”

As Tanya stuttered, Helmut, sheathing his sword, replied succinctly,

“My body has recovered.”

Tanya seemed about to say something but then closed her mouth. Normally, recovery doesn’t lead to such a dramatic display.

‘What have I picked up?’

‘What have I discovered?’

Tanya and Finn thought simultaneously. Phien, who had been watching Helmut fight in shock, finally spoke.

“A swordsman who can manifest Vis at fourteen. I’ve never heard of such a thing. Where did you learn to use a sword?”

“I don’t remember.”

Helmut’s amnesia was convenient. Phien stuttered,

“Right, your memory.”

‘Is it really amnesia?’

Doubts arose, but there was no way to confirm them.

“I might have lived in the forest with my master.”

Helmut feigned recalling before stopping. It was better not to say more and reveal any weaknesses.

The Pace Mercenaries were silent, staring at him as if he were a foreign, unbelievable entity.

Helmut and the Pace Mercenaries stood distinctly apart.

It was natural for things to turn out this way, so Helmut decided not to mind.

Even if they had come together for a while, Helmut was a different entity from them.

“What do we do now?”

“How…”

Frustrated by the sudden loss of initiative, Helmut pressed,

“What are we going to do? It seems like the remaining danger is gone.”

‘The monkey beast has fled.’

It had been observing from a distance, but once Helmut showed his true capabilities, it ran off in fear.

If it had attacked, it would have met the same fate as its minions. Its intelligence, perhaps, led it to a quick decision.

“We should get out of this forest, for starters. Catching up with those who went ahead… might be necessary.”

He gritted his teeth as a forgotten detail resurfaced.

The Tariq Mercenaries and the people from the Butan Trading Company were probably still rushing to escape the forest by sacrificing them.

Though the mission was practically a failure, since they survived, they could demand compensation.

Grabbing the representative of the Tariq Mercenary Corps by the collar and beating him would be justified.

“The food in that carriage should be enough. But with injured among us, we better head to a village for treatment.”

Phien glanced at Helmut and asked,

“But you… will you join us?”

“I mentioned receiving compensation. The commission hasn’t been fully paid, so of course.”

‘Does he care about money?’

Phien was convinced Helmut was human after all.

He thought he had recruited a promising boy, but the opponent turned out to be a terrifying entity beyond the Pace Mercenaries’ handling.

Grasping the reality that had slipped away, he made a decision.

“Then, let’s chase those who went ahead first. That seems best.”

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