To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 88: The Unending Rain (2)

“When that fell to the ground, both Swordmasters and ordinary people would die. It wouldn’t just be death, but a death where nothing could be done.”

He swallowed his saliva at the unexpected situation.

“Today, we all die.”

The cold expression and the words he uttered were not something a Saint would normally say.

Duke Jahad narrowed his eyes and stared at Ray.

“He’s serious.”

It was neither a joke nor a playful look in his eyes.

“If we get hit by that…”

“I knew we shouldn’t have gotten involved in this…!”

Duke Jahad’s troops behind him looked at the meteor floating and burning in the sky in despair.

Frankly, Duke Jahad himself wasn’t sure if he could survive if a rock of that size fell.

So, he threw his last trump card.

“…How about a duel between leaders?”

Of course, he knew that the opponent didn’t need to accept it.

Having a duel when they were overwhelmingly advantageous? That was nonsensical.

Iriel and Zik knew very well how advantageous a duel in this situation would be for the opponent.

“You mustn’t agree, Saint.”

“It’s not even worth considering.”

Ray nodded his head.

He had no intention of dueling when it wasn’t necessary.

Besides, he planned to kill them all anyway, so he didn’t want to waste time dueling.

Seeing his reaction, Duke Jahad was cornered.

“It’s fine to kill them all. But if you personally kill them all with your hands, there will be problems, big or small, won’t there?”

“…Really?”

Ray looked at Iriel and asked.

“…It’s true, but… the opponent is a rebel force. No matter how many lives Saint has to take, we can smooth things over.”

Zik bowed his head and spoke.

“I’m sorry, but may I say something, Saint. Anyway, these people will be executed if they are caught. There will be problems, but it won’t be as big as now.”

After listening to them, Ray thought for a moment.

He had promised to make the Holy Kingdom the best on the continent.

If any problems, big or small, arose along the way, they could have hindered that promise.

Since he planned to kill them all anyway, wouldn’t it have been better to capture them as prisoners and kill them through a fair trial instead of massacring them with magic?

Besides, he found Duke Jahad’s groveling for his life disgusting.

Having made up his mind, Ray chuckled and moved the mana.

“Cancel.”

Woo-woong~

The meteor that was floating in the air disappeared in an instant.

The rock scattered into the embrace of mana, the flames subsided, and soon disappeared.

As the massive meteor disappeared, Duke Jahad sighed in relief.

Even if they had a duel, he didn’t know how much of a chance he would have, but it was better than having the meteor floating in the air.

After all, who would want a time bomb that could fall to the ground at any time by their bedside?

Unlike Duke Jahad, Iriel and Zik were on edge.

The troops stepped back and widened the space.

Well, there was no need to widen it because besides Iriel and Zik, there was no one around Ray.

As he cast Meteor, both the enemy and the allies avoided the area around him.

Once space was cleared, Duke Jahad raised his bastard sword.

The duke was carefully observing Ray’s stance, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Standing as if he were rooted to the spot, he frowned at Ray, sword at the ready.

“It’s strange… there are too many openings. Is he baiting me?”

Ray stood at an angle, seemingly full of openings as he looked at Duke Jahad.

But oddly enough, it felt like he would instantly block any attack.

Seeing him remain in place, Ray took a step forward.

“What are you thinking about? Should I go?”

“……”

His eyes were cold, but he was smiling at the corners of his mouth.

“That’s not the expression a fifteen-year-old kid should have.”

Duke Jahad took a small breath before rushing at Ray.

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Clang-

With a sound of metal clashing, Duke Jahad’s sword was blocked.

The duke’s eyes widened.

“A sword made of mana?”

Ray, who held a transparent blue sword, seemed slightly surprised as he spoke.

“Did you manage to avoid getting cut?”

As he spoke, Duke Jahad looked at his own sword.

He then noticed that the surface of his bastard sword was slightly sliced off.

With that realization, the duke stepped back, his hand starting to tremble.

“I intended to settle this with the Aura Blade from the beginning…!”

A secret technique unique to swordmasters, it was meant to cut through everything.

Yet his Aura Blade failed to succeed in its attack, and instead, his own sword was nearly cut in two.

Where had this monster come from? Had the gods taught him magic from a young age?

Regardless of what Duke Jahad was thinking, Ray was in his own world of astonishment.

The sword, made entirely of mana, possessed enormous destructive power.

Since it didn’t use a medium like a sword or an arrow, it contained much more of mana’s inherent power.

Despite having used the dense atmospheric mana, he hadn’t completely cut through the duke’s sword.

This suggested the duke’s skill was immense.

In reality, Ray could have ended the fight immediately.

He had killed five death knights in an instant.

No matter how skilled a swordmaster the other was, he should have been able to kill him too.

But killing him would gain nothing.

Since he ended up facing a swordmaster, it would be better for his own swordsmanship development to learn how the other used his swordsmanship and mana.

That’s why he faced him in this manner.

Ray lunged at Duke Jahad’s chest.

The duke parried with his sword, keeping Ray at bay.

The sword moved freely in elegant curves, displaying immense proficiency.

Ray stepped forward with his left foot, letting the duke’s sword, which aimed at his shoulder, slide off.

He then quickly thrust his sword at the opening in the duke’s side.

Clang-

But the duke astonishingly blocked Ray’s sword with great speed.

“So, this is what being a swordmaster means?”

When he faced the death knights, he thought he could win with swordsmanship alone if he wanted to.

But when he faced Duke Jahad, he realized that swordsmanship alone was not enough to defeat a swordmaster.

He was far too lacking in practice.

The Duke’s thoughts on facing Ray alone were not simple.

“What is this?”

He could feel it every time their swords clashed.

With each strike of the sword, with each confrontation, Ray grew incredibly fast.

That was because Ray was intentionally inputting all of the Duke’s sword movements into his brain.

Then, he reflected that in his own swordsmanship, pouring it out against the Duke as if he were a practice partner.

To the Duke, this series of processes seemed like Ray was growing at an enormous speed.

Ray’s sword, filled with mighty energy, slashed across the Duke’s shoulder.

“The technique I just used…!”

Seeing Ray perform the exact same technique he had used, Duke Jahad hurriedly lifted his sword.

But the speed and proficiency of that sword were terrible.

Moreover, the step he took while swinging the sword was something he had never seen before. Yet strangely, he couldn’t easily block it.

If he tried to block, it was a futile attempt, and if he tried to ignore it, it was a mistake.

Even he, who had gone through numerous real battles, saw this swordsmanship for the first time.

How must it look to others?

Clang- Clang- Clang-

In just a few seconds, dozens of swords clashed.

Like a sponge soaking up water, Duke Jahad’s swordsmanship unfolded through Ray’s sword.

Even the family’s secret swordsmanship had been stolen.

When Ray aimed for the neck and then changed direction to slash at the thigh, Duke Jahad eventually allowed the attack.

Swoosh-

It was a shallow wound, but that single wound conveyed a lot of meaning to him.

At first, he thought he could win.

He seemed to lack real battle experience, and his proficiency with the sword was terrible.

Moreover, he either didn’t know or chose not to use the method of activating mana in his body, so his sword moved significantly slowly.

But soon, his speed increased, and his proficiency began to improve noticeably in the heat of battle.

Duke Jahad, who had been hailed as a prodigy since his youth, looked at his wound and muttered unknowingly.

“If such a thing as a genius exists, this must be it…”

But still, there was no sign of Ray sheathing his sword.

On the contrary, he moved even faster towards Duke Jahad.

The sword aimed at the neck, inside of the elbow, knee, and chest was threatening to anyone observing.

The thought that he had trained that threatening sword filled him with rage.

“Ugh!”

He channeled aura to deflect the sword.

Clang- Clang-

Ray’s deflected sword returned even quicker to slash at him.

Clang- Clang- Clang-

Ray kept pressuring the Duke with his sword.

“It seems it’s time to end this.”

There was nothing more to gain from the Duke.

All that remained was to swing the sword more and refine his skill.

Ray withdrew his sword.

Then, the Duke used his sword as a cane and took a deep breath.

“Huff… Huff…”

“Are you satisfied now? Let’s end this.”

“Huff… E-enough… Huff… Please stop.”

“You can’t.”

“What does that mean…”

Ray spoke coldly as he looked into the severely trembling eyes of Duke Jahad.

“Duke, as a Swordmaster, you would never have assisted someone else’s rebellion. You instigated and led the rebellion yourself, didn’t you? Did you persuade other nobles to gain some benefits?”

“Ugh… I simply suggested to the surrounding nobles that this was one way to go about it!”

“Nonsense!”

Ray raised his sword as he finished speaking.

Duke Jahad laughed at Ray as he saw the sword descending in a straight line above his head.

‘I have superior real combat experience!’

Such straight-line attacks were bound to create openings as soon as they were deflected.

All he needed to do was deflect the excited Saint’s sword strike and then cut his neck.

He raised his bastard sword diagonally above his head.

However, at the last moment, Ray’s sword disappeared in a blur.

Then, the sword that began appearing past the Duke’s sword sliced through the Duke’s body.

Swish-

With a sound like paper being cut, blood oozed from the Duke’s eyes, which were wide open in disbelief.

“How, did…”

Ray had scattered mana at the last moment to make the sword disappear, and then, in that brief moment, remade the sword with mana.

It was truly the ultimate attack.

No Swordmaster could block this attack.

Duke Jahad, a widely known Swordmaster on the continent, met his end in this way.

His severed body thudded to the ground.

Zik and Iriel were probably the only ones who witnessed his last moments.

Especially Zik, a Swordmaster like Duke Jahad, was astonished.

“An unstoppable sword…”

The sword that every Swordmaster would have dreamed of at least once unfolded in Ray’s hands.

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