Another world, I have an elf magician

"Junior brother, you are not good at all. The title of Sword Demon belongs to me, hahaha!"

"Ah!" screamed miserably.

The sword blade cut through the man's throat, and bright red blood spurted out like spring water.

When I was eight years old, I witnessed my father's death.

The purple-robed man who fell on the martial arts stage with his throat slashed was my father, Dark Oviedo, the chief disciple of the eighth generation Sword Demon.

Standing on the stage was another man, the man who killed my father, Mondo Walker.

"No...Dak!"

The mother collapsed on the ground and cried loudly on the side, her voice was miserable.

She was overcome with emotion, stood up, and fell down again.

When I stood up, my legs were weak and I fell down again.

Finally, she crawled tremblingly to her father's body, and held his face in the pool of blood with trembling hands.

"I am the new sword demon!"

"Long live the Sword Demon!"

"Long live!"

……

Mundo, a guy with sharp ears and monkey cheeks, shouted loudly to the spectators in the audience.

The people below raised their arms and shouted, their voices deafening.

I looked at them blankly and found that they didn't care about my father's life or death at all, and their eyes followed Mondo.

I don’t understand. Doesn’t anyone care about my father?

He is obviously such a kind person, friendly to others and has a gentle personality.

My eyes suddenly focused on the little girl opposite me who was about the same age as me.

The red-haired girl was sitting in her seat, looking as confused as I was.

She also noticed me, tilting her head, her little face was chubby, very cute.

I turned my attention to my mother.

I found her crying even more sadly and in pain.

I suddenly felt sad for her, but not much about my father's death.

Because what kind of person is my father?

Um... He's the kind of person who concentrates on practicing swordsmanship and has a good personality, but he doesn't really care about his children.

In my memory, the images I saw of him were always about swords, besides practicing swordsmanship.

"Despicable, shameless, you poisoned me!"

The mother's eyes suddenly widened, her expression looked like she wanted to eat someone, and she pointed at Mondo.

"Hehehe, don't be stupid, Mrs. Oviedo, your husband is not as good as others and lost the duel.

Just don't make excuses to slander me and save your husband's face.

I'm the new sword demon now! "

Mondo's voice was cold, he raised his chin and looked arrogant.

"He was poisoned and lost the duel because he drank the drink you gave him, you despicable villain!" The mother's voice was filled with resentment.

Mondo grabbed her and sniffed at her neck.

The mother struggled hard, but the other party easily grabbed both hands with one hand and held her wrist down, unable to move.

I saw Mondo whispering something in his mother's ear.

Having had abnormal hearing since childhood, I easily captured the conversation between him and his mother.

"Haha, Mrs. Oviedo, I was indeed poisoned, but so what?

Only the victors are qualified to write new history. What can you, a woman, do? "

"I'll kill you!" Mother growled.

Mondo had a lewd smile on his face and said loudly: "Hahaha, Mrs. Oviedo, do you know how much I admired you when I was young?

Now you are in front of me, I will not let you go, I will... rub you hard and make you kneel at my feet! "

"Let my mother go, you bad guy!"

I couldn't help but rushed forward angrily, picked up the dagger my father gave me, and stabbed it in the direction of Mondo.

But before I could get close, he just kicked me and knocked me away from the air.

I fell to the ground and rolled several times before I managed to stop.

"Getta, leave me alone and run!"

"mom!"

My mother looked at me and burst into tears.

I stood up, picked up the dagger that fell to the ground and rushed over again.

Avoiding the fighting spirit that Mondo shocked with his feet.

This time I managed to get close, but he picked me up with one hand and threw me casually to the side.

"Do you think I will let you mother and son go? The grass needs to be eradicated!"

I saw Mondo with a ferocious expression and holding the dagger my father gave me in his hand.

At that moment, my weapon was taken away by the other party.

It was my father's only relic.

My mother is not a fighting spirit master, let alone a swordsman, so she has no power to bind a chicken and is restrained by Mondo.

"Getta!" She looked at me with tears on her face and kept crying.

Suddenly, he looked at Mondo and begged: "Please, let my son go. I will do whatever you want me to do."

"Hehe, it's not up to you."

Mondo shouted to the other side, calling a little girl up.

It was the little girl who was as confused as me before.

"Wilia, go on, kill him with this!"

She seemed to be Mondo's daughter. After taking the dagger, she still looked at me blankly, at a loss.

"hurry up!"

Under Mondo's scolding.

She walked towards me slowly, holding a dagger in both hands, with a trace of hesitation on her lovely face.

Her movement of raising the dagger was a little stiff, and her hands were shaking slightly.

I stared at her, feeling so scared that I forgot how to move my hands and feet, and my mind went blank.

This was the first time I was afraid of her.

Just as she was about to stab me.

Suddenly I saw a figure rushing up from the audience.

The figure was very fast, just like my father, easily killing two guards and coming to Mondo.

Mondo threw his mother away fiercely and started a fierce battle with her.

The main emphasis of Su Shi-ryu's swordsmanship is the word "kuai".

So I was dazzled by their fight.

I noticed that the little girl in front of me was stunned and slowly put down the dagger in her hand.

It's my thing, so I want to take it from me.

So I used all my strength and pounced.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the girl turned her head instantly, stared at me fiercely, and then kicked me away.

It turns out that she is so powerful, which is completely opposite to her weak appearance.

I fell off the stage and fell unconscious.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in my mother's arms.

There was a trace of sadness on her beautiful face, and her eyes were red.

While she was dazed, she noticed that I woke up and gently touched my face.

"Mom, where are we?" I asked.

Mother replied, "In the carriage, your Uncle Jike saved us."

I got up, opened the curtains, poked my head outside, and found Uncle Jike in disguise driving the carriage.

We are on an official road, far away from the town, surrounded by wilderness.

My mother pulled me in and warned me, "Don't look outside and just hide in the carriage."

"Where are we going!" I asked.

The mother hesitated for a while and sighed: "I don't know either."

"Does Uncle Jike know?" I asked again.

The mother shook her head and said nothing.

……

Ten years old.

I practiced swordplay in a clearing in the mountains.

Uncle Jike took my mother and me into hiding here for two years.

In the past two years, my mother taught me how to read and write, and Uncle Jike taught me how to use a sword.

Day after day, year after year, I gradually felt that this was boring.

Another day passed.

It was pouring rain outside the thatched house.

I stood in the rain, and my clothes were soaked by the rain.

I still practice swordplay, no matter the wind or rain.

It’s not that I did it voluntarily, but my mother and Uncle Jike forced me to do it.

My mother said this was so that I could avenge my father in the future, and Uncle Jike said the same thing.

I was tired and gasping for air. The rain became lighter, and the raindrops in the sky drifted down with a chill.

My hands were covered with thick calluses and a few blisters.

This was caused by sword practice. The process was very painful, but I had no choice.

I suddenly looked towards the thatched house, and with my keen hearing, I clearly heard my mother's voice inside.

I didn't think much about it, I just wanted to go back to my room to take shelter from the rain and rest.

Just when I was about to open the door, the door was opened automatically from the inside.

is the mother.

While she was adjusting her clothes, she looked at me with a cold expression, "Why don't you continue practicing your sword."

I replied, "I want to rest for a while, it's cold outside."

"You won't feel cold if you exercise more. For your father's sake, spend more time practicing your sword. I'll keep an eye on you at the door!"

My mother seemed resolute and had a stern look on her face, not allowing me to bargain.

So I turned around and went back, standing in the rain and continuing to practice my sword.

I noticed that Uncle Jike hugged her from behind and her upper body was naked.

The mother pushed the other person away, "The child is watching."

She said to Uncle Jike: "Go and stay with him."

Uncle Jike nodded, also holding a wooden sword, and walked towards me.

"Getta, let me see how much progress you have made!"

I nodded and attacked Uncle Jike.

13 years old.

I have been learning swordsmanship from Jike for five years.

Today he invited me to the foot of the mountain.

"Getta, if you defeat me, you can go down the mountain."

Jike gave me the first iron sword in my life.

Today's training with him was different from the previous ones. We were holding real swords instead of the wooden swords we had before.

He said that he had nothing left to give me. I had learned all the techniques of Susuki-ryu, and now was the time to test whether I could become a master.

I faced him face to face, with a certain distance between me, and drew my sword.

A duel between speed-style swordsmen often only requires one move.

I tightened my grip on the iron sword at my waist, grabbing the scabbard and hilt, feeling nervous unconsciously.

Jike is a high-level swordsman, and I only have one word for him.

"powerful!"

He has a strong body, powerful swordsmanship, and a strong heart.

I saw him kill the tiger that was harassing my mother and me in the mountains.

At that time, there was no fear in his eyes, but I was so frightened by the tiger's ferocious appearance that I fell to the ground.

This time, can I defeat him?

He moved.

The sword was drawn so fast that I could only see an afterimage.

He taught me that sometimes you can’t just feel things with your eyes.

So I decisively closed my eyes and used my super-hearing ears to feel everything around me.

Not too much action or sword skills.

I just instinctively used my speed to the maximum, and then slashed with the blade.

The sword has been unsheathed, there is no turning back, stop.

I opened my eyes and found myself behind Jike.

Looking back, he was looking at me and smiling.

"Very good, you are really talented, even more powerful than your father."

A thin blood-red line slowly extended from his neck.

Blood spurted out from inside and splashed on my face, making me feel the hotness of the blood.

"boom."

He fell.

He looked at me quietly, blood dripping from his mouth and nostrils as he breathed.

There were no words of resentment or unnecessary talk. He seemed to have let go of something and slowly exhaled, closing his eyes with a relaxed expression.

I was stunned on the spot, at a loss.

Just like when I witnessed my father's death, I didn't have too many feelings, just a feeling of emptiness.

I heard something moving and subconsciously turned my head to look in the direction of the sound.

is the mother.

She stood looking at me from a distance, covering her mouth, and the bundle in her hand fell to the ground.

There seemed to be new clothes knitted for me.

I still stood there, not wanting to leave.

I don't know why, but the sword is still in my hand.

The mother walked over slowly, looked at Jike on the ground, and was silent for a long time.

I also followed the silence. There was no sadness in my heart, only blankness.

"Go and avenge your father and take back the honor that belongs to him."

My mother's voice was cold, as if she was speaking to a stranger.

I nodded numbly, just like I used to respond to my mother's orders.

I know what she and Uncle Jike were doing in the house while I was practicing sword practice outside.

I can hear it.

I walked away without saying a word, with only one goal in mind, which was to complete the task given by my mother, find Mondo Walker, kill him, and avenge my father.

I have been walking for almost half a month. When I get hungry on the way, I look for wild radishes in the nearby fields or hunt small prey.

When you are thirsty, drink from the stream on the roadside.

Still that familiar place.

That was my original home, a prosperous city.

There is a luxurious mansion in the center of the city, but it is no longer under Oviedo's name, and the people inside have changed.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

The guard at the door stopped me.

"I'm looking for Mondo Walker. I'm here to challenge him."

The two guards looked at each other with strange expressions.

"I'm sorry, you can't see him."

"Go back and forth from where you came."

I felt doubtful in my heart, and felt that the two people in front of me were trying to obstruct me, so I slashed out my sword at random, very quickly.

They were stunned for a moment. When they came to their senses, their clothes were already stained by the gushing blood. They looked down at the sudden wound, their faces filled with disbelief, and then they fell down.

I didn't kill them because they were irrelevant, I just incapacitated them temporarily.

I was about to walk in when a guard who fell to the ground grabbed my calf and said, "You can't go in."

"Why?" I asked in puzzled voice.

"Because the person you are looking for is dead!"

At this time, another voice came from the front.

I turned my head and saw a cool girl with red hair and a ponytail walking towards me.

She was followed by a group of followers, carrying swords, and it seemed that the swords could be drawn out at any time.

"Dead? You mean, Mondo Walker, the ninth generation sword demon, is dead!"

My eyes widened and I was very surprised.

The cold-eyed girl's entourage surrounded me, all of them looking evil.

"My father was buried just yesterday."

"So that's it." I was very disappointed.

Turning around, I planned to leave and bring the news back to my mother.

But these followers stopped me and wouldn't let me leave.

I slashed out a sword at will, and the invisible sword energy penetrated their bodies, and a large number of people in front of them fell down.

Just as I stepped over the gate and left.

From behind came the cold girl's scolding, "Stop!"