Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 307

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Chapter 307,

Chapter 93. Temar’s Second Grave (5)

I drew a sword.

A terrifying sensation ran through my fingertips as my bones and organs were caught on the blade.

As the Guardian fell, the flames of the fire that burned everywhere began to rapidly fade.

The many lights were disappearing as if it were all a lie. Small, warm embers continued to flutter like pollen.

The flames that enveloped the Guardian’s body also disappeared.

Aura flowed nonstop from the body stained with grievous wounds. His breathing was very rapid, but soon calmed down as if he had decided to accept the end.

[Sarah!]

Murakan hurriedly landed on the ground and transformed into a human.

Even though they had no choice but to fight just now, Sarah was still an old friend and comrade in Murakan’s mind.

Although he is a guardian made after her, not Sarah. Clearly, the soul of the real Sarah Runkandel was mixed with the guardian.

Watching the end of such a guardian was very cruel to Murakan. Even if it was a battle he fought to give rest to the Guardians along with his lost companions.

Quikantel also transformed into a human and took a seat next to Murakan. He bit his lower lip and had a complicated expression.

[Murakan….]

“Yes, it is me. It’s Murakan. Damn, is reason back now? After it becomes like this?”

A trembling voice full of passion. Murakan bent down and took the Guardian’s hand. It was cold. It is unbelievable that it was the hand of a person who handled such a great fire with a broken body.

[You and Solderlet’s new contractor…]

At that point, the guardian paused.

It was because the expression ‘new contractor’ reminded me of a fact that I had forgotten. Temar died, and the old runcandel, which was brilliant, disappeared from history.

Murakan has finally come to find himself belatedly, and the people who protect the end after a long fight are not the magic swordsmen of Runkandel, but the silver dragon who was a bystander and unfamiliar faces.

[…Fortunately, you had enough strength to defeat me when I was weak.]

What the hell happened to Sara?

What kind of end did Temar meet a thousand years ago? Why did Solderlet make you a guardian of your grave, and what the hell is Ziffle looking for in his tomb?

Why did Solderlet leave the story to you and not me or Misha? What were the things I didn’t know at that time and why the hell…

Murakan couldn’t bear to ask Sara about those things.

Because I didn’t think I deserved it. Whatever the reason, the guilt of not being able to be with his colleagues from that time pierced deep inside him like a knife.

Above all, Murakan was no longer Temar’s guardian dragon. The old Runcandel was no longer his.

According to Solderlet’s arrangement, it became Jin’s job to learn the truth.

The role given to Murakan now was to support Jin as a guardian dragon.

“In the meantime… I suffered a lot alone. sorry.”

I thought I would hear a sharp answer like in Silder Ray.

However, the Guardian stared directly at Murakan and replied:

[There is nothing to be sorry for, as you must have suffered as much as we suffered.]

Murakan didn’t answer and held Sarah’s hand tightly.

[By the way, it’s really surprising that you found this place, Qui Kantel. Didn’t you and your god decide to remain neutral? Did you change your mind?]

Even though he came back to his senses, the sense of betrayal he had towards Quikantel remained the same.

“Just as you Runkandel regards Temar’s command as absolute, I cannot oppose Olta-sama’s will.”

[Yes, since you’re a dragon, it couldn’t be helped. It’s not that I don’t understand. but gossip Do not forget that my older brother was a person who would risk his life at any time for you.]

Jin’s eyes widened at the word brother.

Sarah Runkandel was Temar’s younger sister.

[Please don’t let your proud god stand by in the fight that child has to go through.]

Quikantel, like Murakan, couldn’t answer anything.

But apart from the feeling of betrayal, Sarah didn’t really hate or loathe Quikantel.

[Thank you for one thing though. Thanks to you, I was able to avoid killing Murakan and that child with my own hands.] True to what he

said, if it weren’t for Quikantel’s power, Jin wouldn’t have been able to cut down the Guardian.

The guardian met Jin’s eyes.

[Gene Runkandel.]

“Yes Sir Sarah.”

[It’s been a long time since I’ve lost. Tired of the old fight that lasted too long, he showed a bad appearance to you.

]

The white bones of old wizards that filled the subspace could no longer be found. When the flames spread, they all turned to ashes and disappeared.

The colleagues who were shielding from behind came to Jin’s side.

They didn’t have memories with Sara like Murakan or Quikantel, and they didn’t have a sense of debt as descendants like Jin.

Even so, somehow they couldn’t hold a grudge against Sarah who was trying to kill them.

It was because she seemed to know what kind of time she endured without hearing any explanation.

Colleagues also felt helpless.

I thought that in order to fight alongside Jin, I couldn’t live as easily as I did before.

[Thank you for thinking so. A distant descendant of Jinnah.]

“Speak.” [

How is Runkandel

now?]

[Zipple is still going to rule the world as he wants.]

Jin nodded.

Because of the aura that kept leaving the body, the guardian was feeling the chill of death.

The sound of the wind escaped from his trembling lips.

[We have placed a heavy burden on you.]

“Being a Contractor of Solderlet and inheriting the will of the ancestors has always come as an opportunity rather than a burden. So don’t think so.”

Actually it was.

Compared to the miserable life he had experienced before returning, this life was no different from a blessing.

Also, Jin did not just inherit the will of the old Runcandel.

He is just pioneering the new life given to him with his own will.

[You have a knack for making things pretty. Come closer.]

The Guardian couldn’t see Jin right in front of him. It is completely blind.

Gilly looked behind Murakan and patted him on the shoulder, and Enya took Quikantel’s hand.

[From now on, Sarah Runkandel, a teenage knight, will pass down the things I possess to Jin Runkandel as the guardian of Temar Runkandel’s tomb.]

Jin bowed his head.

Then, all of a sudden, runes that had not been seen before were revealed all over the Guardian’s body.

‘rune…?’

Even where the missing arm was supposed to be and on the holed chest, runes were shining.

Those runes contained the secret magic sword skills of Sarah Runkandel that she had accomplished throughout her life.

Blaze – Sarah Runkandell

It was not a solderette’s arrangement, but a legacy left by the Guardian with her own will.

The runes that flowed from Sara’s body like a soul escaped and permeated into Jin. Each time a letter was engraved, the memories Sara made while making fire were transmitted to Jin.

Just like the Myeongwang family’s unique memory transfer method that Boras, O2, showed in the past, or Hester’s own traditional magic.

[I was hoping for someone suitable to use this sword to find. It seems that one small wish came true.]

Unlike the runes that Jin had engraved on his body so far, the guardian’s runes were not normally revealed. It only emits light when the karma is unfolded.

“…You give me a big unexpected gift.”

[Will you only give me the comfort you gave me? Thanks to you, I can finally find rest.]

Sarah’s body was disintegrating into particles of aura. The auras that flowed instead of blood also floated up into the sky like fine powder flying and slowly began to wrap around Jin’s body.

Just like in Silder Ray, Jin would soon enter another subspace containing old stories.

“Do you have anything to say, Sir Sarah?”

[I hope it’s not too difficult for everyone.]

Everyone who isn’t ‘you’.

At that, Murakan and Quikantel flinched and gnashed their teeth.

Rather, I hoped that she would at least resent why she had come so late.

But instead of leaving such vicious words on the yard she left.

He left behind a brief reminiscence about the lonely battle that lasted for a thousand years.

[Finally… I can go to my brother and my colleagues.]

Eventually, the Guardian’s body completely transformed into aura particles.

As Jin and his companions paid a brief moment of silence for her, the aura gently swirled and made a small noise.

“I will disappear into another subspace for a while. Don’t panic, wait, everyone.”

Jeujeujeog… Jeujwa.

Just like that time, a distant voice came from somewhere again.

STOP… DO S… DEL.

Doing … sa…

It was difficult to hear, but the voice belonged to someone Jin knew better than anyone else.

‘That’s Murakan’s voice…!’

The other colleagues couldn’t hear that voice.

He turned his head and looked at Murakan, but he didn’t seem to hear his old voice either.

Only Jin can hear it.

While the voice echoed, the swirling aura completely embraced Jin.

Eventually, as the aura particles disappeared, the colleagues had no choice but to stare at the place where Jin and Sarah were.

When Jin opened his eyes again, he faced an empty darkness like the first grave.

A subspace within a subspace.

However, unlike the experience in the first tomb, this subspace was not completely preserved even at a glance.

There were hideous cracks in the darkness, and the entire subspace was shaking as if an earthquake had occurred.

Also, the ominous noise created by the collapse of the space was constantly scratching the eardrum.

As much as Sarah was injured in the long fight, this subspace she had been embracing was also destroyed.

Jin intuitively understood the fact and moved on.

It was to find the recording device left by Solderlet in the direction of the voice.

After a while, a huge orb glowing gray came into view.

As he got closer to the sphere, Murakan’s voice, which had been blurry, became clearer.

We have to stop him…

We have to stop him Sarah Runkandel.

A scene from a thousand years ago shown by the sphere was a conversation between Murakan and Sarah.

The two were covered in blood as if they had just finished a battle, and their clothes and armor were torn everywhere.

Sarah glared at Murakan.

What do you mean you have to stop? Are you sure you want to kill the family head? Are you saying that you should give up the family head…?

Murakan didn’t respond to that, just touched his forehead as if tired.