'Well, what the hell - if the old man shaved his beard, he'd look as young as the old man, yes.
　Nacht stammered slightly, but Nacht struggled to follow through.
'Nacht-sama, I don't think it's comforting...'

So, um, what do you want me to do about your big chin?

It's getting worse...

'Just ... kill me ... it'll make it easier ...'
　Separately, Duran isn't ugly, but he's generally burly. The face, beard, muscles, atmosphere, and so on, all of which misrepresent his age, so it's inevitable. He looks like he could be described as being in his late thirties. I'm sure there is a limit to what you can do with yourself on the battlefield.
　I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find the best way to get the most out of this article.

I guess it's broken... but oh well.
　The face of the man Duran had cut down came to mind. I don't know better. It's no surprise that they only slashed each other during the coup.
　But I got the impression that he was serious, sincere, and a loyal fool. He reminded me of a rather large body, knightly armor, and a bit of a sarcastic smile.
　Such a man's words at the moment of the moment flashed through my mind.

　--I'm not going to be the one who is going to be the one who cut me down. The man who cut me down can be trusted to do it.

　In the end, Duran didn't take care of her until the end.
　He left her with someone he knew and left her there.
　He was about five years old when Duran rescued him. By now, he's probably forgotten about Duran once and for all and is probably living his life in his own way.
　A memento of the man he had cut down.
　It was inevitable because it broke when Duran was defeated.

''It has served its purpose--which, then, I'll get you a replacement.
　Nacht said that with ease. But Duran couldn't understand Nacht's words.
　What he took out was a single large sword.
　Ruggedly just long, foolishly just straight edge.
　But the rippling light that shone through the dimly lit cave caught his attention more than anything else.
　But that wasn't all.
　What was there was a difference in presence.
　You could say it was the difference in the intimidation that was emitted. The blade vibrates the air slightly, as if it were beating a heartbeat.
　After looking at the great sword that Nacht took out, everyone would understand the difference if they looked at the broken blade.


''Name is Phantom Moon. It is a legendary-grade (Legendary) great sword that will never show its blade unless a qualified person holds it. Right now it shows its beautiful and fantastic blade, but if you let go of the blade, it will disappear like an illusion - it's not like someone's heart is in the right place! ?
　That was exactly the irony of Nacht's sarcasm.

''H--!
　As it fell from Nacht's hand, the sword disappeared, leaving behind a small hilt and a chipped blade.
　Duran stared at it, as if in a momentary vision, exactly.

'I will, I can't use it, and I plan to have my people use a better one. In the meantime, I have no users.
　Nacht says simply.

'That's ridiculous!
　But in Duran's mind, he was not convinced.
　You shouldn't be able to challenge a fight with the intention of aiming for your life, lose and then receive a weapon that is probably at the level of the Imperial or Holy City's treasures, or even higher, for free.

''What, don't you agree?　It's true I broke your sword. You must have had feelings for it. That's why you should just accept it as an honest thank you.

No, you can't do that!　Do you have any idea how much it's worth!　Besides, I'm the one who's broken in the fight. I'm supposed to be the one being robbed!

It can barely be used up to a hundred, but after that, it should be replaced with another legendary level (Legendary) item. I think I know the value of this thing better than you do, though. (To begin with, I'm a magic specialist and I don't have a single physical, or even a single great sword skill, and it's worth zero, to say the least.
　Of course, he wouldn't talk about it.
　But to Nacht, the Phantom Moon was a rare piece of equipment, but it was only a useless item.
　Naturally, he knew its abilities and its value.

(Seven hundredk (seven hundred thousand) for a store sale, and even on the free market, if it's unenhanced, twenty meters (twenty million), it's a good thing.
　As I recall, the Phantom Moon was a rare drop item for low-level area bosses. It was reasonably easy to hunt, and he had seen quite a few of them on the market.
　To Nacht, who had about 2G (2 billion) in total assets, it was just an item that could be bought with a small amount of money.

''The Phantom Moon is a weapon that lends strength to the weak. Most of all, you're too weak right now to even be qualified to hold the Phantom Moon, though.''

But that's why I'm here, so...

'And it would be worth it for me to give you this. In return for this, I will be allowed to experiment with you.

An experiment, no, no, it's all good, it's all good, it's all good, it's all good.
　When Duran heard the word "experiment", the first thing that came to mind was the so-called forbidden art experiments, such as mutating the human body by pouring altered magic element (mana) into it.
　Nacht sighed as he looked at Duran, who seemed to have realized the danger.

I'll tell you what, Duran, the experiment is just to see if you'll be able to get out of the moon, or not?

What...?
　Duran's level would probably be around thirty levels if he were to be corrected to game era values.　
　This is only the level at which the primary job is finally finished.
　To be more specific, this is the ability of a person who has finished the first ten novices, chooses a warrior-type job as a primary job, chooses a greatsword wielder at the 20th level branch, levels up a bit, and then changes jobs at the 30th level.

I'll tell you first of all, you are a small fry. To me, you're a small fry.

Ugh.

'But that little fish, according to the thieves, is not the strongest in this world, but it is quite high up in strength. They say that they are at a height that only the chosen ones can reach. So you must be the one with a certain amount of talent in this world.

Yeah, well, I'm not proud of anything........
　The fierce Duran was nowhere to be seen, and the dejected man was there.

''Haha, don't be so pessimistic. You must have a talent, then I will use you to experiment with you to see how far the people of this world can grow and become strong.
　In order to pull out the Phantom Moon, you need at least fifty levels, and if you don't have enough STR, you'll naturally need more.

If you can handle the phantom moon, the experiment will be a success, if you can't, you'll fail. If you have a goal in front of you, you'll strive to be strong too.
　It would also confirm whether secondary and tertiary jobs existed.
　The upper limit of strength, and the first laboratory to test it, was Duran.
　Nacht was not the strongest by any means. In the Real World Online, he was so weak that it would be faster to count from the bottom.
　If that was the case, then he would have someone to test the power of this world.

　Even if Duran was able to master the Phantom Moon and reach nearly a hundred levels, that was only the extent of it. There was no way he could be a threat to Nacht, who had numerous charged items and was dressed in rare equipment just before the canthmus.
　If that's the case, there is no loss whatsoever in giving him at least one piece of equipment that he had been using as warehouse fertilizer.

There is still a reason. This is also a reward for being the first person in this world to fight me and survive.
　Actually, it's not.
　The reward is for teaching me that this world is still different from the game.
　Dragon Intimidation is a skill (skill) that forces monsters below the 45th level to become inactive, or unable to attack. In other words, it should be impossible for Duran to attack Nacht.
　Nevertheless, Duran attacked Nacht in spite of that.
　It taught Nacht the possibilities of this world. It proved that it was not a game, but a real possibility - that the excitement of the mind overcomes the influence of skills (skills).
　That's the price to pay.

'Just take it. I'm giving it to you, loser, and you don't have a veto.

And that too, I suppose.........
　Duran received the bladeless sword, the phantom sword, with a look on his face, as if he had given up, as if he had stopped thinking.
　To that, Nacht nodded with satisfaction.
　He turned his back to Duran, as if there was no way to be here at the earliest, and started walking with Aisha.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this as well.

'Oh, yes. Here's some advice from your elders, you'd better stop running away for good - there's no answer you want in a fight.

What's going on?
　Nacht didn't even look at Duran, whose whole body was trembling as if he had been stabbed with a knife in the heart.

'Fighting is not a means of escape. What do you fight for?　Who do you fight for?　Next time there's a problem, we'll get some answers.
　After saying only what he wanted to say one way or the other, Nacht resumed his steps, satisfied.
　Only small footsteps echoed in the colder than usual cave.