The Regressed Demon Lord is Kind

down a barely developed troll.”

Hans was taken back from being insulted out of the blue.
Snoc was also surprised.
It was only Zich whose facial expression did not change.

‘Hmmm, it’s true that Hans is a weak ass.’

Zich didn’t refute Drew’s statement and agreed with him instead.
But he was not going to let Drew’s insult slide.

‘Even though it’s true that he is a weak ass, as his master, I’m the only one who can call him that.’

“There’s a person with shit for brains here that calls a beginner who just started training a weak ass.”

Drew’s up-turned lips immediately went down.
He turned his head, and his sharp eyes glared at Zich.

“…What did you say to me?”

“Do you not only have problems with your brain but also with your ear? You can’t even judge a person properly, so your eyes are also shit.
Oops, I didn’t realize you were a sick person and insulted you unfairly.
I sincerely apologize.”

Zich lowered his head.
It was to ask for forgiveness, but nobody thought it was sincere.

“This bastard is asking for death!”

Drew took out a giant sword from his back.

“Hey, don’t be like that.
I want to live a kind life.
I don’t want to fight a pitiful bastard who has problems with his ears, eyes, and brain.”

Contrary to his words, Zich also took out his swords with swift movements.
An explosive murderous atmosphere and tension began to fill the space around them.

“W-wait a moment!” Snoc intervened between them. “P-Please calm down for a bit!”

“Move it!”

Drew glared at Snoc with sharp eyes.
Snoc’s back became immediately soaked with sweat, but he endured Drew’s glare.

“Won’t you look over his behavior for m-me? This person is an acquaintance of my friend.”

Then Snoc turned back and looked at Zich.

“You are Mr.
Zich, right? Won’t you also calm down? This person is my teacher!”

“Teacher?”

Zich stared at Drew.

‘He is going to make that bastard his teacher? This punk’s skill seems so-so, and his personality sucks ass.’

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The only things one could probably learn from him were provoking fights and making dirty expressions.
Then another sound interrupted them.

Shake!

The bush shook roughly once more.
Hans and Snoc jumped in surprise. Compared to them, Zich and Drew merely turned their heads.

Thud!

A dirty green foot popped out.
Soon, a ginormous body with a hideous face appeared in clear view; it was a troll.

The troll was carrying a rudimentary wooden bludgeon, and it looked around its surroundings.
Then it let out a big laugh.
The troll seemed happy to see many available prey.

‘It’s a big one.’

This troll finished growling; the monster was too much for the current Hans to handle.
Zich was about to kill the troll when Drew stepped forward.

Grunt!

Drew walked towards the troll with a sword in his hand.
A sharp glint shone on his weapon.

Oohwaaaaa!

The troll made a loud sound and went straight towards Drew.
The troll looked ferocious as it moved its enormous muscles.
And Zich put back his sword. Then, he folded his arms and watched Drew fight.

Crack!

The troll’s bludgeon came down and hit the ground.
Dirt and grass flew everywhere, and a giant hole was left on the ground.
But Drew had long moved his body to the side.

“Hap!”

Drew swung his sword.
The silver sword shone sharply in the sunlight.

Pierce!

A deep cut appeared on the troll’s shoulder.

Kuaaaaak!

The troll let out an angry yell from the pain.
It began to move its bludgeon even harder.

Swoosh!

Moreover, the troll’s injuries began to heal at a fast rate. But Drew stayed calm and continued to wield his sword.
When one cut was healed, he made two cuts; when two cuts were healed, he made three cuts.
The troll’s movements became more and more limited from Drew’s constant attacks.

“Hup!”

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Drew evaded the troll’s attack again and cut through the troll’s arm as if he was dropping down an ax.

Crash!

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

The sword pierced halfway into the troll’s arm.
It was the deepest cut that Drew had made so far.
While the troll was shaking, Drew pushed the sword in further.

“Haaap!”

Then Drew made a loud shout and moved towards the troll’s neck.

Slice!

The giant sword pierced through the troll’s neck.
His swing was wide, and he was almost able to completely slice off the troll’s neck.

Cough!

The troll let out its tongue and began coughing, but Drew only put more strength into his sword.

Swoosh!

A roughly beaten head of a troll floated into the air and plopped to the ground.

Swish!

As if to show off, Drew put his giant sword on his back with a loud swing.
He looked somewhat cool as he posed in front of a blood-soaked troll. Both Hans and Snoc, who called himself Drew’s disciple, looked at Drew with admiration in their eyes.

‘Man, he’s showing off so much for a troll.’

Obviously, Zich was unimpressed.
Drew worked so hard to kill just one troll and was now pretending to be cool.
If Zich took as long as Drew in beating one troll, he would have died from embarrassment.

Swoosh!

The troll’s corpse disappeared into Drew’s magic box.
Then Drew put the box back into his pocket.
He looked between Hans and the small troll and his gaze finally landed on Zich.

“Hmph!”

Drew turned around as if Zich wasn’t even worth his time.

“Let’s go.”

Drew fixed the position of his sword and began walking, and Snoc followed closely from behind.
Snoc made an apologetic expression towards Zich, and after bowing his head once, he disappeared into the forest.