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."

voice reached all the soldiers, even though they were loudly

one of the soldiers that was obviously here to

with a voice brimming

that wanted to make a good

quickly gave this group of soldiers

this day forth, the group of soldiers that wanted to impress their superiors was dubbed the

done introducing themselves, the

appear competent and smart, but the other half seemed nervous to speak to so many

masked people

done introducing themselves,

yourselves," the officer shouted from the front with

took the initiative,

obviously fake name and said that he was here to

bandits followed suit, giving out fake names and seemingly random reasons for why

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

the three masked individuals, which were, by far,

being scouted by any faction. I don't care about your beliefs. I don't care about your promises. I'll do

and had long black hair. He wore a black mask with elaborate

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

because I don't want people to find out my identity. I don't

had short black hair, and wore

wasn't nearly as massive as Zero's sword, but it was just as long. His weapon spoke of a battle style that preferred speed

will take on the name Two. I'm here for the money, and I'm wearing a mask because I don't want

curious glances

introduced himself with the very identity that a masked individual tried not to

What was his plan?

and wore a star-shaped, black mask that

his back was a rather short, black spear. In comparison to most spears, it didn't

soldiers dubbed the group 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

left the Wild Forest and entered the wilderness of

then on, some of the soldiers noticed some weaker General Stage beasts

of people definitely didn't

the group passed

hour later, the

talk to each other

later, some of the weaker-willed soldiers stopped talking

such speeds was draining their concentration, and they didn't