The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

159. Allen Cell and Political Marriage [10]

He slowly stood up, gripping his Black Sword.

At the same time, he gave off a tremendous bloodlust which sent shivers down my spine.

He seems to be full of motivation, but… that’s a little troublesome.

「W-Wait, wait, I didn’t come here today for that! I just want to talk to you for a second!」

「…Talk?」

「Yeah. We don’t have to fight every time we see each other, right?」

When I told him that I’m not here to fight,

「…Tsk. If it’s boring talk, I’ll beat you to death right away.」

He sat down on the huge rock, while clicking his tongue loudly.

Surprisingly, he agreed to talk.

「Then, I’d like to confirm one thing. Your name is『Zeon』, right?」

「Obviously. You call upon the name of the spirit core and borrow its power, that’s what a soul dress is.」Zeon said, glaring at me.

(A-As expected, we can’t have a “friendly talk”, after all…)

Before his mood gets any worse, I’ll ask what I want to know right away.

「Hey, Zeon. That demon, Zerey Grazario, was saying something about “the darkness of House Rodore”, wasn’t he? So, is this not your darkness?」

I asked, bringing forth jet black darkness on my right palm.

「…………That thing is my true, authentic darkness.」

He gave a half-hearted roundabout answer after a short pause.

(He’s… hiding something.)

An evasive answer, very unlike Zeon.

He’s not very good at lying, apparently.

(But I don’t think he’ll give me a straight answer even if I pushed further.)

There is some sort of secret to this darkness. Moreover, the secret is to the extent where even Zeon wants to hide it.

That alone is an important piece of information.

(It would be better to move on to the next question…)

Then, I immediately asked another question.

「I see. Then how did Zerey know you? Did you happen to know each other?」

「Who the hell knows… I can’t remember each and every single one of those weak demons…」

This time I got an immediate reply.

「I see…」

Apparently, he really doesn’t know anything about Zerey.

(In other words, he was one-sidedly known by the other party. Is Zeon a famous spirit core among the demons…?)

When I was thinking about that,

「Oi… I’ve got something to ask you too.」

How unusual for that guy to bring up a subject.

「Y-Yeah. Ask me anything.」

Albeit being slightly surprised by the unexpected development, I encouraged the question.

「Hey, shitty brat… How long are you going to swim at the『surface』?」

「…Surface?」

I truly didn’t understand what Zeon was trying to say.

「You desperately fought and snatched『just a little』of my power away, but why aren’t you using it properly… Aa?」

「…Eh? No, I am properly using your darkness and your Black Sword, right?」

Zeon sighed loudly when I answered.

「Haa… Are you stupid? Open your eyes and ascertain the『true nature of that power』. If you don’t grow up, I’m the one who’ll be in a lot of trouble… you hear me!!?」

「!?」

At the same time as he shouted, I reflexively kicked the ground and jumped far backwards.

The next moment, a black flash ran right before my nose tip.

(Damn…!)

If my reaction was delayed by even 0.1 seconds, I would’ve reached Buddha.

「Let’s end the useless talk here. If you don’t bring out your sword, it’ll be over in an instant, ya know?」Zeon said, and clad himself in a terrifyingly cold darkness.

Before I knew it, the Black Sword was in his hand.

It seems that he has decided to kill me regardless of what I have to say.

「Damn, so this is what it always comes down to…」

I immediately stretched my hand into the empty space

「Destroy -〈Zeon〉!」

I gripped the exact same jet-black sword as that guy.

「…Here I come, Zeon!」

「Come already, I’ll beat you to death thoroughly…!」

In this way, a serious match between me and Zeon began for the first time in a long time.