The Sword Demon Tears People Apart

A dark alleyway.
On one side, a work of art is displayed.
Two severed arms form a large heart, and inside, a decorated head is smiling brightly.
“See, Zeron is just like me, right?”
Pingcheng smiled brightly.
In response, Zeron chuckled as if in disbelief.
“I’m not a crazy bastard, you know?”
“No way! Zerorong is plenty crazy!”
“…You fucking bitch.”
Zeron put a cigarette between his lips.
Pingcheng let out an “Ah…!” in excitement and quickly pulled out a lighter.
Click-, click-click- click-!
It’s a great improvement.
On the fourth try, Pingcheng successfully lit the flame and held out the lighter.
“Here you go!”
As Zeron brought the cigarette close, its tip turned bright red.
Zeron exhaled smoke and asked,
“Is there some kind of artistic intention behind this?”
“Yes! It’s a work expressing my love for Zerorong!”
“…Not about cutting off my head?”
“Hmm…, I’ll think about that!”
“Bullshit.”
Zeron chuckled and scanned the surroundings.
The torso and legs left over from creating the artwork were rolling on the ground.
“So, why did you kill them?”
“Huh? Why? Are you going to report me?”
There was no negative emotion in Pingcheng’s eyes.
Either she didn’t care if he reported it or not, or she had faith that he wouldn’t report it.
“Why would I report it? If I wanted to deal with you, I’d do it myself.”
“Hmm…. If Zeroron were to kill me, I guess that wouldn’t be too bad. Oh! If possible, please cut my neck cleanly!”
“Crazy bitch.”
Zeron shook his head and stuck the cigarette butt into the empty eye socket of the artwork.
A sizzling sound came from inside and then stopped.
“Well, anyway, I’m leaving.”
Just as Zeron turned his back,
“Wait a moment!”
Pingcheng suddenly drew her sword and imbued it with sword energy.
Woong-, as if to prove it was indeed Pingcheng, a vivid pink sword energy raged fiercely.
“Here I come!”
“Where are you going, you crazy bitch.”
Tap-, a footstep.
At the same time, Pingcheng charged in.
“Haah….”
Zeron sighed and drew his sword.
Pingcheng’s sword fell gracefully.
Smooth, fast, and dazzling.
The sword swung as if blooming five flowers.
Zeron lightly raised his sword.
Clang-!
With a sound like shattering glass, the pink sword energy scattered.
Pingcheng smiled brightly.
“As expected of Zerorong!”
Kuwoong-! Sword energy at least twice as strong as before infused Pingcheng’s sword.
At the same time, the killing intent inside her stirred.
Killing intent release.
Kigigigi-! An unpleasant sound.
A pitch-black current mixed with the pink sword energy.
But lacking harmony, it merely spiraled around the outside.
“Really, you crazy bitch.”
Zeron reluctantly imbued his sword with sword energy.
Kwahak-! The sword energy that burst out like an explosion raged violently.
“Then, here I go!?”
“I’ve been asking where you’re going since earlier.”
Twenty flower blossoms.
Pink cherry blossoms bloom brilliantly.
Only, black thorns sprouted between them.
Zeron stared blankly at the twenty thrusts coming at him, then,
Swoosh-
He swung his sword straight down.
A vertical cut.
An incomparably simple move.
However, the result was not simple.
“Huh…?”
The twenty flower blossoms shattered miserably.
Pingcheng’s sword was cleanly cut and rolled on the ground.
And then, Sruk-
The sliced front of her top fluttered in the wind, revealing those large breasts.
Clearly.
Zeron was momentarily impressed.
Just looking at them, one could feel their softness.
White, delicate, skin that looked like powder would fly off if you blew on it, adorned with those pi…
“…Ah, it wasn’t intentional?”
“Kyaa~, Zerorong, you pervert~.”
“Says the one who’s not even covering up.”
Zeron chuckled and sheathed his sword.
He still hadn’t fully adapted to mana, it seemed.

Did she realize that she could have become Ping/cheng?
Pingcheng’s eyes sparkled as she bounced up and down in place.
“Zeromirong is amazing!”
“Hey, hey. They’re bouncing.”
“You can look! Oh, want to touch?”
“I won’t refuse.”
He reached out and grasped her breast.
“Oh….”
The sensation was beyond what he had imagined.
This could give the little one’s cheeks a run for their money.
“Aahn~.”
“Stop with the act.”
Zeron removed his hand and turned around.
One more piece of information about Pingcheng was added.
Her areolas were unexpectedly large.
No, is that unexpected for breasts that size?
Anyway, it wasn’t particularly useful information.
*
Iris stared intently at Zeron’s retreating back.
Her heart was pounding.
It was due to anticipation.
“Fufufu…, as expected, he was exceptional!”
She left the place while closing her front.
It would be a bit troublesome if someone saw her here.
“Aww, it was my favorite underwear. That’s a bit disappointing.”
The upper underwear was cleanly cut, and the lower underwear was wet.
The thrill when that clean vertical cut fell!
She thought it would pass right through her crown and between her legs.
If that had happened, she would have become I/ris.
“Anyway, anyway, Zerorong was definitely a Killing Star too. Yes! I’m sure of it.”
Born under the Killing Star, those with exceptionally strong killing intent.
That’s what a Killing Star is.
Killing Stars are bound to be consumed by that killing intent someday.
Most people go crazy from that killing intent even before being consumed.
I’m extremely sane in comparison!

Iris chuckled as she entered the bathroom.
It wasn’t a particularly good inn, so it was cramped, but that didn’t matter.
After all, she had only booked this inn to wash off the blood after her artistic activities.
“By the way, maybe, just maybe! Zeromirong might be the Heavenly Killing Star!”
Iris hummed a tune as she wiped the steam off the mirror.
Her reflection in the mirror was smiling brightly, seemingly overjoyed about something.
“Right? It’s probably so!”
The Heavenly Killing Star.
The Killing Star among Killing Stars.
The greatest Killing Star under the heavens, born with killing intent that could dye the sky.
Before the Heavenly Killing Star, other Killing Stars have their own killing intent scattered, overwhelmed by that immense killing intent.
And now, she…
“I feel completely refreshed! Hmm…, or not?”
Instead of the desire to kill something, a different kind of sensation seemed to be rising.
Something wriggling~ It felt like her lower abdomen was tingling….
“What is this…?”
Iris gently caressed the tingling area with her hand.
Then,
“Ah…!”
Her body trembled, and a sensation she had never experienced before shot through her spine.
“Oh, ooh….”
Curiosity about this newfound something swelled up.
She moved her hand a little lower.

The moment her hand passed through the pink bush and touched a more intimate place….
“Mmnh….”

Her whole body twisted, her legs intertwined, and a strange voice involuntarily escaped her throat!
“Ah…! So this is it! Sexual desire!”
Iris had an epiphany.
The void left by the desire to kill is filled by sexual desire!
It might not be the case, but that’s how it seemed for now!
“Ufufu…, this, this. It seems Zeromi-aaahn…♡”
For a while, the sound of water didn’t stop in the bathroom.
*
Zeron returned to his room and sprawled out on the bed.
The feeling of his dantian being sturdy made him think, so this is why people take elixirs.
“About twice my original mana capacity…, or a bit more?”
His mana capacity had doubled in an instant.
Of course, this was partly because Zeron’s original mana capacity was too low.
But even considering that, it was certainly true that an enormous amount of mana had increased.
“My body is getting better, my mana has increased a bit…. At this rate, I might become a god soon.”
“Please keep your nonsense to a reasonable level.”
Luna tilted the shaker.
Gurgle-, a blue cocktail filled the glass through a double strainer.
“It’s a Blue Sapphire.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Zeron raised the glass.
The sweet and sour cocktail moistened his tongue.
“Oh…, your skills seem to have improved.”

“I studied a bit.”
“Wow, that’s admirable. Practicing for your master.”
Zeron chuckled.
Luna, seeming to have finally learned how to deal with Zeron’s nonsense, turned her back without paying any attention.
“What’s this? You’re not sleeping with me today?”
Luna snorted.
“That was a reward. If you do something admirable, I’ll reward you by sleeping with you.”
“Then can I do something weird?”
“Of course not.”
Luna spoke sarcastically, then bowed as she closed the door.
“Then, rest well.”
Between the closing door, a smile formed on Luna’s lips.
She seems to be smiling a lot these days.
Has she opened up a bit?
That’s a good thing.
Zeron placed the empty cocktail glass on the bedside drawer.
Come to think of it, tomorrow was the expected visit day for Viscount Matein.
Though it’s more likely that a knight under his command will come rather than the Viscount himself.

“I wonder if there’s anything I can squeeze out of this?”
It’s not like he needs money or material goods particularly….
What would be good?
Zeron rolled around on the bed, pondering.
Even if he says he’ll squeeze something out, it’s not a loss from the Viscount’s perspective.
Becoming acquainted with a Master?
This is something impossible without considerable luck.
It’s like getting an insurance policy for when something big happens in the territory.
Of course, whether he’ll help or not is uncertain.
Moreover, that brat from the Viscount’s family was lucky to begin with.
If the emotional rift with the kid had deepened and he had done something worse later on….
Maybe the Matein Viscount family might have been wiped out.
It could be considered a stroke of heavenly luck.
Mm-hmm, that’s right.
Regardless of what Viscount Matein might think, at least that’s how Zeron saw it.
*
On an exceptionally dark night under the new moon.
A limousine was brightly illuminating the road.
“So, son. You say this instructor’s name is Zeron?”
“Yes…. But father, I wonder if we really need to escalate this matter to such an extent.”
“You wonder?”
The middle-aged man tilted his glass.
The swirling red wine stained his lips blood-red.
“Son. A nobleman’s authority is not something gained for free.”
“But…”
“I’m not underestimating this instructor. Despite talks of favors and whatnot, as an instructor at the Academy, he must have some skill, and even though it was a surprise attack, he managed to incapacitate Sir Colson in one hit.”
The man fiddled with the sword at his waist.
His physique was surprisingly toned for a middle-aged man.
A well-trained body.
In reality, the man was stronger than most ordinary knights.
“Son. You’re too soft. You’re far too kind to be someone who stands at the top. Of course, as a father, I find that endearing about you. But…, remember this. Those who try to climb up must always be stepped on once. If not, someday your neck might be bitten.”
The eyes of the man, Viscount Matein, gleamed coldly.
Padiol could only hide his troubled feelings as he looked at his father.