Sword God in a World of Magic

The officer looked at the student. "Does this answer your question?"

The student nodded and stepped back.

The student hadn't thought that these three masked men were most likely traitors from Duke Mithril's side.

Their status also explained their need for a mask.

Everyone hated traitors, no matter to which faction they belonged. Someone that backstabbed their home was very easy to hate.

One of the masked men slightly lifted his hand in a nonchalant fashion.

The officer gestured for him to speak.

The man looked at the student. "Not everyone wearing a mask is wearing one because of the reason you might think."

"Some of us are just not interested in getting embroiled in politics."

"We are here to do our job. Nothing more, nothing less."

The man stepped back and went silent again.

"Of course," the officer said with a smile.

Then, the officer took out his spear and turned around. "We need to get going. We have to reach our goal by nightfall. Since we don't have much time to spare, I will be dealing with all the different beasts we find."

The group of soldiers gathered their things and prepared themselves.

Then, the officer charged forward at an impressive pace, and the soldiers followed behind him.

All of the soldiers were running at around 80kph, which wasn't their top speed, but still very tiresome.

This was probably a test from the officer to see which of his soldiers were worth anything.

The group ran towards the northwest, completely ignoring the road, and after just a bit, they had already entered the Wild Forest.

Some of the students became nervous. The group was charging through the wilderness without any care for safety. This was far too reckless!

However, the other warriors didn't care.

They were 30 warriors at the General Stage. The only thing that could endanger them was a Late General Stage beast or stronger, and those didn't exist this far to the north of the Wild Forest.

"Why don't we introduce ourselves while we run?" the officer shouted from the front. "Let me start. I'm Lance, and I'm a sergeant in Duke Whirlwind's personal army."

even though they

was obviously here to make a good

introduced himself with a voice brimming with confidence and

that wanted to make

quickly

that wanted to impress their

introducing themselves,

the students managed to appear competent and smart, but the other half seemed nervous to speak to so many foreign people while charging

former bandits and masked people

last student was done introducing themselves, no

the officer shouted from the front with a

bandits took the initiative,

said that he was here to

giving out fake names and seemingly random reasons for why

and Rookies were disgusted by the clear disrespect coming from these barbarians, which

it was time for the three masked

I have no interest in being scouted by any faction. I don't care about

himself, Zero, was around 185 centimeters tall and had long

gigantic, curved sword. It was wide and was seemingly made of rough, black stone. His weapon oozed

people to find out my identity. I don't want to drag my family into this conflict. Just like the person before me, you won't see me again as soon as

short black hair, and wore a blank, black mask, which covered his entire

massive as Zero's sword, but it was just as long. His weapon

and will take on the name Two. I'm here for the money, and I'm wearing a

the soldiers threw curious

a masked individual tried not to

What was his plan?

and wore a star-shaped,

comparison to most spears, it didn't have a wide

other groups of soldiers dubbed the group of masked

all of you!" the officer shouted from the front. "Now that we all know each other, I will be telling you about your job and your new home for the

history of the battlefield and what had happened in it ever since the Ice Wyvern had taken over

left the Wild Forest and entered the wilderness of the Ice Wyvern

of the soldiers noticed some weaker General Stage beasts from time

group of

the group passed a

the group passed another

hours, many of the soldiers began to talk to each

of the weaker-willed soldiers

was draining their concentration, and they