Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?
Chapter 221 - 19: You Shall be the Chief of the Swordsmen

Chapter 221: Chapter 19: You Shall be the Chief of the Swordsmen

The battle in the outer world had ended.

The girls of The Azure Longsword huddled together, as Nora absentmindedly healed them, her gaze darting around nervously.

This wasn’t the first time they had felt this way. Whenever the Squad Leader was present, even if facing a Demigod Legion, everyone felt fearless. However, the moment the Squad Leader disappeared, they were like souls without a guiding spirit, unsure of what to do.

"Where’s Aske?" Peggy wrung her hands nervously, wishing she could dash out to find him immediately.

However, she knew well that under the current mutant circumstances, it was absolutely imperative not to get separated from her companions. Therefore, she had to suppress her desire to rush out.

"Right!" Thira suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "Everyone, let’s check the passwords now!"

Considering the chaotic scene of the battle, even the Squad Leader could "vanish" out of the blue, it was not impossible for other members to be substituted.

So, the girls quickly pulled out their slips of paper and compared them with each other.

......

Nora and Medea’s papers, with the stamps on them, were clearly oriented differently from the others.

"Wait a minute!" Nora panicked, "Could it be that my paper was also switched?"

The other girls remained silent, only drawing their weapons and subtly isolating Nora and Medea.

"Calm down," Medea said, raising her hands to show she was unarmed, and then spoke, "Even though our passwords are different, it doesn’t necessarily mean we are impostors."

"If in the recent battle, the Squad Leader could disappear without reason, then switching papers would be a trivial task for this mutant, wouldn’t it?"

"If that’s the case, attacking Nora and me now would merely result in infighting."

"It’s indeed impossible to dismiss this possibility," Thira said. "However, if the mutant has the precision to swap the papers without the owners noticing,"

"then it could have easily replaced everyone’s papers, ensuring mutual suspicion and completely tearing our team apart."

"Yet the fact is, only the two of you have different papers. A more logical conclusion would be that the mutant does not have the ability to switch papers, but merely hid the Squad Leader, Nora, and Medea. While we were thrown into chaos upon discovering the Squad Leader gone, you two impostors attempted to sneak through."

Medea was at a loss for words, silent for a moment, before she burst out laughing:

"Smart girl, we should have substituted you first."

With that, she and the "Nora" beside her collapsed to the ground, dead.

Watching this eerie scene, the girls couldn’t help but feel a chill in their hearts. Even though they had seen through the disguise, three members of their team were still gone without a trace. This ability to substitute people silently...

was almost unbeatable.

Across the field, the Free Wind Mercenary Group had finished their battle with zombies. Although Matthews couldn’t hear exactly what the girls were discussing, the strange sight of the two replicants suddenly dying caught his eyes, and he immediately realized something was wrong and quickly said:

"Quick! Everyone, check your identities!"

Promptly, the mercenaries pulled out their paper scraps and started comparing them.

...

What is this drawing? A tiger? A cat? A wolf?

The mercenaries were baffled and couldn’t help but criticize Gret’s abstract and simple drawings, but by comparing them, they could at least recognize it was the same figure.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Matthews cried out in dismay because the drawing on his paper was so sloppy that it was impossible to make out what animal it was supposed to be. The only clear thing was that the sloppy style did indeed look like Gret’s work.

"Cough, Gret’s drawing abilities are quite unstable, and it’s quite normal for him to have an off day," said one of his subordinates, using years of workplace experience to ease his leader’s embarrassment. He immediately took the paper and compared it with his own.

"Look, though it’s hard to recognize what it’s depicting, you can still tell that the patterns on both papers are exactly the same."

Matthews heaved a sigh of relief, his expression screaming "phew, almost got mistaken for an imposter."

The other mercenaries crowded around to see and swore, these two pieces of paper have similar patterns?!

On your note, you can at least make out an animal, but what the squad leader drew, who even knows what that is supposed to be? But, the drawing style is indeed identical; it must be from the same person.

"Indeed, they look exactly alike," the mercenaries nodded reluctantly, saying against their better judgment.

The logic was simple, if the squad leader was a fake, they would just be more cautious later, and the risk would be shared by all.

But, if the squad leader was real, and now everyone else had expressed their stance, and you dared to doubt the squad leader? You might just end up on his little black book and get singled out for punishment... Would that not be idiotic?

No one wanted to be the idiot, so everyone agreed that the squad leader had to be real, definitely.

Don’t ask, asking just means you’re blind and can’t recognize it.

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Inside the mist, two swordsmen were aimlessly looking around, while continuous sonic booms still rang out.

"How long has it been?" Nuremberg asked.

"Seventeen minutes," Hans replied, "I counted, using my heartbeat."

"This just won’t end!" Nuremberg couldn’t take it anymore and shouted again, "That swordsman over there! Could you please pretend to be defeated? The teacher addicted to fighting will not give up otherwise!"

With another sonic boom, Aske was thrown out of the mist, landing in front of the two men.

"How do I pretend to be defeated?" Aske was just asking when he immediately twirled his longsword, executing Star Nine Forms - Sweeping Shot!

Then, unsurprisingly, he got thrown once again.

What a monster! The two swordsmen exclaimed in unison. They hadn’t even seen the teacher’s moves clearly, yet he could precisely counter, truly stronger than humans.

Of course, he could not possibly be a demigod, for a demigod would not have ended up like this, likely being at least Lv.10, specializing in physical abilities, and gifted at fighting.

"Don’t take the teacher’s attacks head-on!" Nuremberg shouted, "Pretend you can’t catch them, drop your weapon, then admit defeat!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" Two weapons flew out. Aske lay on the ground and said with a laugh:

"I lost, I couldn’t catch your attack, my weapons have flown out of my hand."

The Sword Saint suddenly appeared before him and calmly said:

"You still have weapons on you."

Aske:......

Goddamn it, I still have weapons on me! As a Weapon Master, to knock out all the weapons on me, it would take forever!

Fortunately, the two swordsmen weren’t just going to stand by, they quickly came over to meddle.

"Teacher has worked hard, take a rest for a bit," Nuremberg pulled out a small stool from behind, placed it on the ground for Richarter to sit on, then hurriedly took the Sword Saint’s longsword, applied oil, wrapped it with thick cloth, and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"This guy..." Hans said while wandering around Aske and clicking his tongue, "You’re not injured at all? Are you part of the flesh or Undead Sequence? An undead?"

Richarter sat on the stool, took the cup of tea from Nuremberg, drank a sip, and calmly said:

"You’re very good, an excellent swordsman."

"Thank you," Aske said.

However, the Sword Saint’s next words made the three people on the scene change their expressions.

"Starting from today, young man, you are now the chief of our Swordsmen Group," Richarter announced.