The Immortal Genius Spearman

Chapter 2

Damian abruptly stood up at the creaking sound in the hallway.

It was strange enough to be wandering the halls at this hour, but what was even more suspicious was how cautiously the footsteps approached.

‘Could it be someone Parker sent?’

Well, Parker wasn’t someone who would just let things slide.

But Damian had come all the way out here to avoid him…

‘Is he still holding a grudge after taking such a beating?’

Or perhaps, because of the beating, he had become more determined.

But there were no regrets.

If he hadn’t beaten him up, it would have haunted him forever.

Swoosh.

Damian moved closer to the door.

Soon, he could sense someone outside.

It felt like they were pressing their ears against the door.

“……”

Damian held his breath, staying completely still, and soon heard the sound of the lock clicking as the door, which had been locked, was opened.

‘…Are they all in on it?’

But Damian didn’t blame the innkeeper. He likely had no choice but to go along with it.

He couldn’t risk protecting a guest and then later face who knows what kind of misfortune for crossing these people.

Click.

Bang!

As soon as the door opened, Damian pushed off the floor and launched himself towards it.

“Argh!”

“What the…!”

Before the door had fully opened, the sight of Damian charging through the gap made the intruders scream in terror as if they’d seen a ghost.

They were amateurs.

Thud!

Damian, prepared for the possibility, drove his knife into the right thigh of the one in front.

Squelch!

“Gaaah!”

Damian frowned at the knife that went only halfway in.

Even though the knife was sharp, it didn’t penetrate as deeply as it should have.

Rip!

“Aaaahhhh!”

But it didn’t matter.

Damian dragged the half-embedded knife downwards and then slashed at the side of the one next to him.

Slash!

“Gah!”

It was a shallow cut.

The man had instinctively pulled back just in time.

“You bastard!”

The man who had been slashed in the side quickly pulled out a knife and swung it at Damian.

The original order had been to beat Damian enough to incapacitate him, then bring him back.

But after being slashed, he lost his temper completely.

“I’ll kill you!”

Swish!

At the moment when the knife was about to stab Damian…

Whoosh.

“…Huh?”

The boy, as if knowing where the knife would strike, had already moved.

Confused by the sudden shift in his target, the thug hesitated. But…

Thud!

“Aaaah!”

A scream erupted as pain shot through his left leg, making him collapse.

Damian’s dagger had slashed through his thigh before he realized it.

“Haah… Haah… Haah…”

Why am I out of breath already?

Damian tried to steady his breathing, calming his heaving chest.

Then, grabbing the fallen thug by the collar, he asked,

“Did Parker send you?”

“P-Please… Spare me… Aaaahhh!”

Thud!

“Did Parker send you?!”

Damian yelled as he dug into the man’s wound. But at that moment…

“You’re quite the terrifying little thing, aren’t you?”

“…?”

Damian turned to the voice that came from the side.

The man was slightly taller than the average adult, but his frame was somewhat lean.

Wearing what looked like a black leather jacket, his face was marked by a long, vertical scar across his left eye, a striking feature.