Chapter 311
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sheer castle wall right in front of him.
‘It’s Owen, the kingdom of knights…’
It’s a perfect name.
True to its name, the kingdom of knights, the closer you get to the castle, the stronger the frost-like momentum. It was not an individual sword skill, but a military discipline built together.
“Did you see me?”
Rimer smiled and pointed in front of the castle gate. As I moved my gaze along the hand, I saw a young man and a middle-aged man standing in front of a huge castle gate that would have no problem even if a giant came in and out.
‘They are…’
As soon as I saw the faces of the two people who didn’t change that much, their names immediately came to mind.
They were the three princes Greer de Owen and the Duke of Tartan who had visited Sieghart five years ago.
“Meet the Northern King!”
The Three Princes Greer and the Duke of Tartan got down on one knee and bowed their heads as soon as Glenn arrived at the gates. It was the utmost courtesy they could do in their own kingdom.
“It’s been a while.”
Glenn nodded and beckoned the Three Princes and the Duke of Tartan to stand up.
“It’s the first time since we went to Sieghart, so it must have been about five years.”
“Seeing you grow so much, time seems to have flown by.”
“Oh no! Compared to Prosecutor Raon, I’m still just a kid!”
Hearing the sudden praise, the three princes blushed and pointed at Raon behind them.
“Kuhm, is that so?”
Glenn cleared his throat and patted the three princes on the shoulder. A strangely soft and benevolent tapping. It didn’t look like his usual Glenn.
“yes. I don’t think I’ve talked about it, but Prosecutor Raon once saved my life.”
The Three Princes told of a time when they fought the White Blood Church in the hills near Cameloon. It was the battle that was the first actual battle of the soul sword.
“I didn’t even know that happened.”
Glenn looked back and narrowed his eyes. His eyes seemed to scold him for not saying something.
“That child never says anything except what is necessary.”
“As I’ve felt before, Prosecutor Raon is a model for martial arts. They are different from those who show modesty only on the outside.”
“Kerham is just a man of few words, but you can think of it that way.”
Glenn cleared his throat a little louder and squeezed the three princes’ shoulders with more force. The Three Princes looked like they were going to die of joy, probably because they usually respected Glenn.
“Hmm…”
Raon tilted his head as he looked at Glenn and the three princes who smiled lightly.
‘The porridge matches surprisingly well.’
Strangely, the two communicated well, like friends meeting after a long time. It was a strange thing.
‘By the way, the armed forces have definitely grown.’
The achievements of the three princes have advanced to the point where they feel that they are different people from when they met in Cameloon.
There is still a long way to become a master, but he has definitely taken a step towards the top level of sword expert.
‘Just…’
Raon turned his head backwards. He smiled at Buren, who was admiring the castle, Runan, who stared blankly at the sky, and Marta, who was absorbed in studying images.
‘This side’s growth is more dazzling.’
Verren Runan Marta, who had been watching the three princes from below five years ago, was slightly higher than the three princes.
The fact that those three grew up faster than the three princes who pushed with all their might in the kingdom of Owen meant that they had overcome a lot of chaos.
‘In addition, those guys have no intention of stopping.’
Whether for themselves or for their colleagues, Burren and Martha Runan are still full of greed to become stronger.
That passion will not be extinguished until the sword realization can be used, so the gap will widen further in the future.
“Isn’t the King of the North also great? My blood boiled when I heard the story of defeating the White Blood Religion Master and Tacheon alone this time.”
The three princes smiled broadly while talking about Glenn’s performance in order to continue the good atmosphere.
“is it.”
However, Glenn’s complexion calmed down even after hearing his own praise. He took his hands off the shoulders of the three princes and turned his gaze to them.
“Well, don’t do this here, let’s go in. Your Highness is waiting for you.”
“Ah, I guess.”
Sensing that the atmosphere had spread to the floor, Duke Tartan smiled lightly and held the shoulders of the three princes. The three princes realized the mistake and stepped aside.
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
When the huge gate split in half and opened, air waves emanating from the royal castle rose like flames.
It was the momentum radiating from the knights lined up in front of the castle gate.
‘It’s strong.’
Each of the knights lined up to see if they were in the palace for no reason had enough strength to call them masters.
‘I’m glad you came.’
It seemed like it would be beneficial if he could fight with them as well as with the other six emperors.
“Prosecutor Raon.”
As I was licking my lips in anticipation, the three princes approached me. His eyes are more mature than before, but his smile has not changed.
“Are you okay? When I heard that you had been kidnapped, I was very worried.”
Seeing her worrying about her body for the first time, her personality seemed to be the same.
“yes. I was lucky.”
“Good luck. Others seem to think so, but my judgment is different.”
The blue eyes of the three princes were as dark as the deep sea.
“I know how strong and wise Prosecutor Raon is and how evil Eden and the Church of the White Blood are. If you were really lucky, Prosecutor Raon wouldn’t be here right now.”
“Um…”
It’s a bit unfortunate.
Raon narrowed his eyes slightly. Unfortunately, the three princes were taking good care of themselves.
-Why do you regret it?
Lars tilted his head in a strange way.
-Aren’t you supposed to like him for recognizing him?
‘Then it’s hard to fight the prince properly.’
-What…
‘The three princes would have learned Owen’s secret technique by now, but it’s hard to see that.’
The three princes already knew that their opponents were no good. In such a state, there was a high possibility that even if they sparred, they would hide their secret skills.
‘The best opponents to take Muhak out are those who ignore me.’
After being kidnapped by Eden, rumors spread that the reputation of the Sulwha Swordsman Federation was bubbly, and ignoring gazes reappeared.
I was looking forward to taking out Muhak by stepping on the sons of the cheeky King Yuk who were arguing at the social gathering, but looking at the eyes of the three princes, it seemed that Owen would not be easy.
-Have you oiled your head? What’s going on so well…
Lars sighed, saying he’s a bad guy.
“How have you been, Prince?”
“I’d like to say I’m doing well, but there have been a lot of pretty dangerous situations. The White Blood Church is really everywhere. Previously…”
The Three Princes said that they had been fighting against the White Blood Church, and that just looking at their blood made them feel sick. As I chatted with him, I was already in the center of the castle.
Passing through a hallway lined with a noble-looking red carpet, I stopped in front of an iron door full of slashes that looked like stacks of swords.
“This is Your Highness’s throne room.”
Duke Tartan raised both hands and pointed to the door. It seemed that he showed how much he respected the current king in his eyes full of heat.
“Um…”
Raon swallowed dryly as he looked up at the magnificent iron gate. From the inside, I could feel the sharpness as if only the blade had been sharpened for hundreds of years. It was an air wave that could not be pushed by Glenn.
Koo Goo Goo!
Duke Tartan knocked, and the door to the throne room opened gently, revealing what was inside.
There were knights standing in front of the warm-looking brown pillars. It was Owen’s Royal Guard Knights, the strongest shield that protects the king.
oh oh oh!
After passing the wall of knights clad in mighty aura, I saw a middle-aged man sitting on a throne in the center. blonde hair and blue eyes. It had a similar impression to the Three Princes, but a little sharper and straighter.
“Gee…”
Raon bit his lip as he looked at the middle-aged man.
‘Intense.’
It’s not like a middle-aged person is blowing air, but chicken meat is coming up on his arm. The energy that bloomed naturally, just like breathing, had already reached the sky.
Those with low strength did not feel anything, but all those with Master rank or higher swallowed dryly at the sight of the middle-aged man.
‘Is this the King of Owen?’
Of course, the king is not the strongest in the kingdom. Rather, there were many kingdoms whose kings were not strong.
But Owen is different. Owen’s King was always the strongest and brought his sword to the forefront.
‘Mook sword John Lecross.’
The same goes for the middle-aged man sitting on the throne right now. That man was the king of Owen at the time and the swordsman John Recross Alvern de Owen, who was said to be the strongest knight
– as expected.
Lars looked at LeCross and laughed, showing his teeth.
-It’s not as good as your inspiration, but it’s a properly built up force. Humans have evolved as well.
The boy nodded in admiration. Receiving this level of recognition from Lars meant that LeCross’ power reached the sky.
“welcome.”
LeCross rose from his throne and went down the platform. Originally, it was something a king would never do, but it was to treat Glenn.
“I haven’t seen you in a very long time. King of the North.”
“I guess so. It’s the first time since the war, so it’s been a long time.”
LeCross and Glen looked at each other and smiled lightly. Rumors that Glenn and Lecross were the only ones on good terms seemed true.
“I heard that you cut the White Blood Religion and Tacheon at the same time, but it wasn’t a rumor. It looks like you’ve climbed so high that you can’t catch up.”
LeCross has a soft impression and voice unlike the sharp kipa that has been refined to the limit. Watching it made me feel at ease.
“It’s too much. Even Mukgeomjon couldn’t recognize it back then.”
Glenn nodded his head broadly as he looked at Mukgeomjon. It meant that he genuinely admired it.
“This is an overstatement. The sword goes out of its own way, perhaps because it’s old.”
“It makes me proud that I am reaching a new level.”
“Isn’t the head of the family the only one who knows this?”
LeCross shook his head and looked behind Glenn. The first place his eyes went to was Raon, not Cheryl or Loen Rimmer.
“Huh…”
LeCross’s blue eyes rolled into an oval.
“Are you Raon Sieghart?”
“It is late to say hello. My name is Raon Zighart, Lord of Light Wind. your majesty.”
Raon placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head respectfully.
“I heard that you are 1 year younger than the third, so you are 19?”
“That’s right.”
“I’ve heard rumors about the Seolhwa Swordsman, but I thought I’d already reached the Master Intermediate level at the age of 19. No, not quite like that. If you make up your mind to fight, I will show even more power than that.”
LeCross stuck out his tongue, saying it was ridiculous.
“I wondered how he endured in the Den of Eden, and there must have been a reason for that.”
“Huh!”
“Ma Master Intermediate?”
“To be a master intermediate at the age of 19…”
Raon’s state of mind was surprising even to the knights standing in front of the pillar, so he broke his expressionless expression and let out a low moan.
“I thought the third of us would not be pushed back no matter where we put it, but isn’t that guy at the level of foul play?”
LeCross looked back at Glenn and let out a fuss.
“I’m sure you’ll be relieved to have a grandson like that.”
He smiled lightly, as if envied.
“It’s not that much, but he’s a hard-working kid.”
Glen shook his hand as if it was nothing. His voice became as soft as when he first met the three princes.
“Isn’t that enough? If that friend grows up like this, the balance of the Six Emperors will be broken.”
Being promoted to Master Intermediate at the age of 19 must have come as a surprise to Mukgeom-jon, but he couldn’t close his mouth while watching Raon. A delightful gaze, not jealousy or envy. Seeing that talented people from other factions like strong things, it seemed that the personality itself was bold, as I had heard.
“Curm! don’t you know Among those who talked about being promising, only a few actually shined. It is still a long way for that child.”
Glenn punched his mouth and cleared his throat, then narrowed his eyes. My voice trembled a little, perhaps because I didn’t like the compliment.
“You are still strict. So I don’t know if I raised a child like that.”
Unlike Glenn, LeCross looked at Raon with a soft smile.
“I will continue to be diligent. It is a great pleasure to meet a great warrior.”
“thank you.”
Raon lowered his head again.
“Would you like a cup of tea? There are good tea leaves from the west.”
“Good.”
At LeCross’ suggestion, Glenn nodded softly.
“Greer.”
“yes! majesty!”
“Introduce the royal palace to Sieghart’s guests.”
“All right!”
The three princes turned and looked at Sieghart and the others.
“Come this way.”
Before following the three princes, Raon turned around and saw Glenn and Lecross smiling. It was the first time I had ever seen Glenn smile like that, so it was strange.
-Hmm…
It was time to go out again through the hallway. Lars frowned.
‘why?’
– One more is coming.
He looked out the hallway and smacked his lips.
– It seems to be bright, but it is a shady temperament. More than that guy earlier…
‘Hmm?’
I stopped to answer.
Suddenly, my heart beats wildly. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead and goose bumps ran down his spine.
that buck
Only one footstep could be heard in the hallway of the palace where countless people came and went. A sound that I was so familiar with and didn’t want to hear rang in my ears.
“Ugh…”
My jaw trembled, and my upper and lower teeth clashed randomly. He clenched his fists all the way and blood dripped from his hands.
Raon gritted his teeth and raised his head. A man approached from the center of the swordsmen in blue uniforms.
Silver hair that looks like it has been combed through frost, blue eyes that are as cold as it is cold, white skin that looks like it has lived without seeing the sun, and even its sharp features.
Derus Robert.
The face that I couldn’t forget even if I died and came back to life was approaching.
