I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game
Chapter 78:

“I feel like I know what you’re up to, but what were you trying to do by absorbing the elves’ life force?” Philip asked Mormaro. The situation was so obvious that knowing why Deluan had created this place seemed not necessary.

“Well, I don’t know for sure, but it’s obvious what concerns a woman of her age might have. Maybe she just doesn’t want to age? The life force Mormaro collected can add vitality just by applying it to the skin.”

Philip’s expression became strange. No matter how much someone disliked aging, could a person be foolish enough to resort to such actions, even at the risk of her own life. Moreover, to become the successor to Joseph Association?

“I really don’t know about this. Seriously.”

Jo-Rum’s face was turning pale, and he defended himself with a cold sweat.

“… That’s something you should discuss with the Inquisitor. I’m not eager to delve too deeply into this matter.”

That was truly Philip’s sentiment. Whatever Deluan was scheming, Philip didn’t want to get heavily involved. He just needed to know that Deluan’s punishment wouldn’t be in the form of a professorship but rather a trial by fire.

“For now, you both follow me.”

Philip flicked his fingers at Mormaro and Jo-Rum. He intended to take them to the reception room and confront Deluan Joseph face to face.

“Marquis will handle it on his own. Oh well.”

—

“Nothing is changing. The nobles of Sorondo are still on my side, and even if a trial is held, I will be acquitted. As you know, I am the closest person to Joseph Council’s succession. Given the great influence of the Council, such incidents occasionally happen.”

Meanwhile, Castler Morrela, who was conversing with Deluan Joseph, began to feel stifled in her chest.

‘She seems to not fully understand the situation.’

Deluan Joseph appeared to be under the misconception that she was living in the same world as the nobles. When it came to matters of honor and lineage, nobles would spare no effort.

According to Castler, just because they could sit together and chat over the same wine or tea didn’t mean they were the same people.

This wasn’t because he particularly valued status; it was something Castler deduced from his experience as a noble.

If Deluan had a proper understanding of her situation, it would have been appropriate to seek help from the Castler.

‘Is there any way out of this situation?’

He couldn’t have come up with that response unless he thought there was a way to escape this situation.

“If your situation doesn’t change significantly, neither will our relationship. Deluan. The Morrela family won’t betray you first, you see.”

The Castler reassured Deluan for now.

“Well, if you say so, I won’t forget the favor of the Morrela Family for the rest of my life.”

Deluan gave a faint smile, as if relieved. At that moment, the door to the reception room opened on its own. Deluan’s expression turned cold in an instant since she had clearly ordered the door to be locked.

“I told you not to disturb me, didn’t I?”

Upon seeing the person who entered, Deluan controlled her expression. It was a young man introduced as Castler Morela’s disciple. Of course, his true identity was Philip.

Without even glancing at her, Philip addressed the uncomfortable-looking Castler and Cynthia.

“Castler. Cynthia. You’ve done well. The work is finished, so let’s go back.”

Castler’s face brightened as he realized that Philip had achieved something. He was genuinely pleased that this pointless time had come to an end.

However, upon seeing the two figures who followed Philip, she could hardly believe her eyes.

There was a bald man and a woman with horns and wings on her head.

“We found a single Mormaro in the basement of this trade association building. Moreover, there were about ten kidnapped elves as well. Now that this is over, let’s go back.”

The Castler soon felt the alluring gaze of Mormaro. The demon-like creature seemed to test the Castler’s mental strength, peering into his inner self with her glowing red eyes. This action greatly disturbed the psyche of Cynthia Morrela, who was sitting beside him.

“Who the hell does this damn demon wench think she’s staring at?”

“Wha…wha…? Aaaah!”

Cynthia Morrela jumped up from the couch and immediately grabbed the Mormaro’s left horn.

Soon her entire body was covered in a blue aura, and Phillip could catch a faint glimpse of the once-famous swordswoman’s skill.

“Aaah! Wait!! Aaaah!”

The Mormaro’s horn was torn out as if an old splinter was being pulled out. Witnessing the gruesome sight, Phillip swallowed hard.

“… Honey? Just calm down for a moment!”

Like Phillip, Caslter watched her actions dazedly, then seemed to think it wasn’t right and held onto Cynthia’s waist.

“Huh? Oh my….”

Cynthia, who had regained her senses, looked at the carnage she had caused with a vacant expression.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry. What should I do? I suddenly got angry and… stopped.”

‘If she got angry twice, this building might have blown up.’

Phillip forced a smile while wiping off cold sweat. He didn’t know if things might get a little awkward if she got serious here.

“It’s okay. That could happen. But now it’s time to move our bodies.”

He pointed to the open conference room door.

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Taking advantage of the recent commotion, Deluan Joseph pushed open the reception room door and made her escape.

Of course, it wasn’t a big deal. Unless Deluan Joseph was a grandmaster or a sage-level mage, there was no way she could escape from here unharmed.

Deluan had never learned swordsmanship or magic. If she tried to fight, she would have lost to Lisriel in their confrontation.

* * *

“… Don’t regret this later and let go of me.”

In just a few minutes, Deluan Joseph was caught by Cynthia Morrela. She was tied with a sturdy rope for the first time in her life, about to be escorted to the lordship.

She tried to maintain a composed attitude, but she couldn’t hide the underlying fear.

Ignoring her, Philip spoke to Castler.

“Contact Marquis Veronche. This isn’t a problem to be solved on the Marquis’ side alone; we need cooperation from the church as well.”

“Yes, of course. I have no intention of getting involved in such troublesome matters, so it’s better to pass this on to Your Excellency. He will surely handle it well, won’t he?”

Castler and Philip were in agreement.

“… Treating me like this, won’t you surely regret it later? Even if my recruits are delivered to the Marquis, do you think I’ll be finished?”

Despite Deluan’s threat-laden words, no one turned to look at her.

“Don’t you hear me? Right now, I’m giving you a chance.”

Philip couldn’t stand her voice and said, raising his hand.

“… I have no interest to talk with someone who will die in a few days? Why don’t you close your mouth and reflect on your past life or think about the afterlife during the time you have to persuade us? It would be better.”

Somehow, that statement triggered something in Deluan, and she shouted, her face turning red.

“If you knew what I know, you wouldn’t be able to say that! No one can kill me in this city. Not even Lord Marquis! I’ll escape this castle safely as if nothing happened, and you will pay the price.”

“Oh, whatever.”

Philip tugged at the rope that bound Deluan.

Entering the lordship, Philip could immediately meet Marquis Veronche. The Marquis, who had sent Philip to bring evidence, looked surprised and puzzled when Philip brought the culprit himself.

“Did I misunderstand something? I asked you to bring evidence for the trial, but it seems unnecessary.”

“I don’t think we need evidence. Even if you were to kill this woman’s throat here, it wouldn’t be a problem.”

Philip reported to Marquis Veronche what he had found in the noble society branch. Having heard all the facts, Marquis Veronche was greatly impressed for some reason.

“I thought it was odd to involve a marquis in the noble successor competition, but it seems I underestimated your mental state. To kidnap and confine an elven slave along with Mormaro in the noble society building, and even resorting to magic? It seems you’re not just crazy.”

The Marquis approached Deluan, twisted her hair, and pulled it, causing her scalp to ache. Deluan frowned at the pain of her scalp being pulled, but soon glared at the Marquis with a mixture of disdain and mockery in her eyes.

“Your Grace Marquis. Hasn’t your wife become more beautiful lately? It feels like she’s… gained a bit of youthfulness. Where do you think the vitality I’ve gathered through Mormaro has been used?”

The marquis chuckled and nodded his head.

“Capturing Mormaro to gather vitality was a common practice twenty years ago. What good would it do even if they used cosmetics made from bar soap on the faces of plump wealthy ladies? My own wife is included there, isn’t she? Of course, it would be quite troublesome if that fact were to spread, but I wonder if the rumors will actually spread. You should come up with a convincing last-minute testament to say at the crucial moment.”

Philip nodded at the Marquis’ words. For nobles, controlling public opinion wasn’t as challenging as anything else. One-time events like this could easily be buried, given the nobles’ power.

Of course, unless Deluan was out of reach, she was already caught in the situation.

“Perhaps I will hang her around the day after tomorrow. You’ve all done well. If you desire a reward, speak up.”

The Marquis reached for the glass of wine on the table as if feeling satisfied and took a sip of grape wine.

“A reward is unnecessary.”

The Marquis chuckled at Philip’s reply.

“Whether you think of it as compensation for complying with my insistence or as a gift, it’s fine. Since you’ve resolved my concerns so quickly, I should give you something for the dignity of a high noble, shouldn’t I?”

After a brief moment of contemplation, Philip spoke.

“In that case, I would like to receive a few comfortable carriages. We have some patients among our group, and stability is needed.”

“… Carriages?”

Carriages were certainly quite expensive, but for matters related to the family’s honor and as a reward for handling such affairs, it fell a bit short. Marquis Veronche wanted to give something special to this young and humble noble.

It felt like looking at his own younger years when he had lived like a ruffian but later regained his senses.

“… That would be nice.”

The Marquis called the butler who had been waiting.

“Give him that.”

Since there was only one thing that the Marquis could refer to as “that,” the old butler was taken aback and inadvertently questioned his master’s order with a lack of reverence.

“… Are you referring to that?”

“This person is quite surprising as well. From what I can see, he’s still young, but considering he’s surrounded by many women, it seems he might need it.”

“… Understood.”

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