Episode 418
Under the purple evening sky.
The knights of Gwangpungdan and Ha Bunseong had a chat after dinner at the campsite.
Raon ate the swamp grapes Dorian brought out for dessert and touched his lips.
‘Definitely delicious.’
Swamp grapes had thicker seeds than normal grapes, had a reddish color like a ripe apple, and were easy to eat because they had no seeds.
It was a taste that I could understand why they were so enthusiastic about wine made from these grapes.
-Hehe…
Lars, who was lying on his stomach on top of Raon’s head, looked down at the swamp grapes and sobbed.
‘why are you crying? And come down from my head.’
-There aren’t many swamp grapes now. Having to live without enjoying that taste is a loss in life!
Lars said with tears in his eyes that he had already eaten all the blueberries and that there were only a few grapes left.
‘No, you’re a demon.’
Stop using the word life. coming down from my head
– Why does the good times end so quickly?
Lars pouted as he watched the slowly shrinking grapes without even listening to them.
‘Come down.’
– Kweek!
Raon hit Lars, who was rolling over his head, with the back of his hand and stood up.
Damn!
He clapped his hands loudly and caught the attention of the playing Gwangpungdan.
“You’re not going to just spend this golden evening, are you?”
“Ummm.”
“That’s…”
“I think it would be fine as it is, but…”
The Gwangpungdan trembled in surprise at the sound of their hands clapping.
“Sweet Lord!”
“help me!”
“It’s been a while since I left the Aryan family, and it’s already the beginning!”
The prosecutors searched for Limer, but he was mentally drained from the huge gold coin he lost this time and has not yet returned to his senses.
“Hehe…”
Rimmer drooled and ate the grape in one bite.
-You did such a waste!
Lars looked at it and tore his hair out.
– You have to eat while savoring each one, but what are you doing with that! take it away right now!
‘If you stop me.’
Raon threw Lars at Rimer and turned his attention to the Gwangpungdan.
“Shall I do it myself? Or would you like to take care of it?”
Raon looked down at the bewildered Gwangpungdan and rolled up his lips.
“Of course you have to do it yourself. I tried to practice even if you didn’t say anything.”
Burren was the first to get up and struck the scabbard.
“Because I was acutely aware of my shortcomings in this battle.”
He said he didn’t want to go through that again, his eyes glowing with heat.
“It’s been a while since I said the right thing.”
Martha straightened her back, brushing the hair that was covering her forehead.
“It’s really annoying, but it’s true that it wasn’t much help this time.”
She shoved Burren’s shoulders and went into the woods first.
“I have to.”
Runan nodded and wrapped up his beloved sword story.
“I don’t like being in the back now either.”
She left the ice cream she was eating and went to the other side of the forest where Martha disappeared.
The three captains began training, thinking that they were lacking even though they stood in front of a wall that allowed them to become masters through this war.
“The sub-lord.”
Mark Goeten came over and bowed his head.
“I will go too.”
He was also on the verge of reaching the master intermediate level, so he was absorbed in training while moving to break the wall.
“I want to go too!”
Yua jumped like a frog and started swinging her sword right next to her. I was full of energy, probably because I met my grandfather soon.
“If you do it, I will too!”
Julius immediately followed Yua and drew his sword. He swung his sword twice as fast as usual, as if he would not lose.
“If this is the case…”
“It can’t be helped. Let us go too.”
“Well, I have to digest it.”
“I also want to stop being protected.”
The Gwangpungdan hardened their faces as if influenced by the heat of the leaders and Mark Goeton and scattered throughout the forest.
“Hmm…”
Milland put down the grapes he was eating and looked at the knights and swordsmen with awkward expressions as if they were sitting on a cushion of thorns.
“Are you going to stay still?”
A colder chill than the evening wind bloomed in his eyes.
“Gwangpungdan, who is younger and stronger than you, went to practice, but did grapes go into his mouth?”
“Ugh!”
“no!”
“I will go!”
The knights and swordsmen jumped up and ran into the forest.
Whoa!
In the quiet forest, a small orchestra made up of swordsmen’s spirits was held.
“I’m going to go relax myself too.”
Raon bowed his head to Milland.
“Nothing has changed from before.”
Milland smiled as he tossed wood into the campfire.
“Didn’t you guys almost monopolize the gymnasium even when you were in the lower castle?”
“When people change, they die.”
“okay. That’s you.”
He waved his hand as if to leave.
Raon nodded with a light smile and headed towards the forest behind him, where no one had gone yet.
I was about to pull out the Celestial Sword, but the Sword Demon and his disciple Muston appeared from behind.
“Can I watch you practice?”
The Sword Demon quietly let go of his luck.
“it’s okay.”
Anyway, I was thinking of training the mad sword, Snow Wind Sword, which doesn’t matter even if it looks like basic swordsmanship, and it didn’t matter because the Sword Demon helped me a lot.
“Take a good look.”
The Sword Demon called Muston aside and pointed at Raon.
“You still have limited knowledge, so you need to see various sword techniques. That child is walking the same path as you ahead of you, so it will be a good study.”
“…All right.”
As if he didn’t like the words of the sword demon, Muston glared at him with the eyes of a flounder.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
It’s because you’ve already surpassed it.
Raon pulled out the Celestial Sword. He struck the sword vertically with the flow of heavy swords, quick swords, and strong swords.
Whoa!
Even without using an aura, a heavy wind blew through the evening air.
“Even if it’s a basic swordsmanship, its power and speed will change depending on what kind of magic it is instilled in. Use your swordsmanship in a different way each time to find the one that suits you.”
The Sword Demon gave advice to Muston, pointing out his shortcomings.
‘That doesn’t look like accepting the teachings.’
Seeing the expression of jealousy on Muston’s face, it seemed that he was listening to the Sword Demon’s words in one ear and letting them out in the other.
‘It’s a loss.’
The teachings of the Sword Demon are simple, yet they strike the core. I couldn’t help but laugh at him kicking off such a blessing.
‘Then next…’
Raon finished the basic swordsmanship and opened the mad sword. I was using the third herbivore drawing a cross with a sword, but I heard the voice of a sword demon from behind.
“I think it would be nice if you put your left foot out a little more and bend the sword’s trajectory 5 degrees to the right.”
This time he was not talking to Muston, but his advice, claiming to be talking to himself.
“I think it would be better to lower the center of gravity by 10% this time and focus on the technique of heavy swords…”
He pointed out to himself what was lacking even during the fifth herbivore.
‘It’s a start again.’
As Raon heard his point, he fixed the mad sword and put it into operation.
‘It’s much better.’
The third herbivore became faster and stronger, and the fourth herbivore had a thicker wall of aura blocking the enemy’s space.
“Look. Swordsmanship is a martial art that can cause big changes with small differences. Always try to find a better way.”
“Yes…”
Muston nodded to the Swordmaster, but his eyes flashed as if they had been stabbed with sharp knives.
Of course, he did a lot more teaching his students than advising himself, but Muston’s expression gradually turned into a demon.
‘Do you want to become close?’
It must be difficult.
The Sword Demon seemed to want to be friends with Muston, but it seemed absolutely impossible.
‘Ehh.’
He let out a small sigh and continued the snow wind sword fight, but this time he heard the advice of the swordsman again.
“I think it would be perfect if the angle of the ankle was a little bit bigger.”
“Ugh…”
Raon licked his lips as he heard Muston moan.
‘Thank you, but.’
What are you doing here…
* * *
Muston chewed his lips until they bled.
‘You said that I was the only disciple…’
Why are you teaching that guy!
Master said that he had no intention of accepting another student and gave Raon swordsmanship advice.
Although he was teaching himself, he didn’t understand how to look at the swordsmanship of a guy who might one day become an enemy.
‘Is there a situation? What the hell is that situation!’
I asked the teacher directly why he was teaching Raon, but he said there were circumstances.
He said he would be the first to tell you when he was certain, but he couldn’t believe it.
‘Damn it…’
Neither Laon, who accepts good advice, nor the teacher who continues to teach him don’t like it.
My heart was boiling hot, so I couldn’t hear what the Sword Demon was saying.
‘I’m going to visit Sieghart, but how can I not doubt it!’
You intend to take him as your disciple!
The Sieghard family is the one to be wary of the most in the series.
My heart tightened because I thought I knew why I was going there on my own.
‘This is all…’
It’s because of him.
In training, he was recognized for his talent and became a disciple of Lektar, and now the only thing left to do is to succeed his sword and become the strongest, but everything went wrong because of that guy named Raon.
I wanted to rush at him right away and throw my sword.
“Muston. That swordsmanship is a sensory sword that pinches open the opponent’s gaps. The real way to use a sensory sword is not just to contain strong tricks, but to contain martial arts appropriate to the situation. If you use the sensory sword at that level, even if you show herbivore, you won’t find any weaknesses.”
“…All right.”
Muston clenched his fists hard enough to drive his nails into his palms. He glared at Raon, revealing his feelings of jealousy.
‘I will never lose to you.’
He watched every swordsmanship unfold in front of his eyes in order to trample on Raon and bring back his master’s attention.
* * *
Sieghart’s main battle.
Glenn, who was staring out the window with his back on the throne, lowered his gaze down the podium.
“Are you ready?”
“yes.”
At his question, Loen, who was standing on the left, lowered her head.
“I made a new gold plate for Master Raon and a new silver plate for the other masters.”
Rowen walked in front of Glenn with a large wooden box.
“Check it out.”
He opened the box to reveal plaques emitting brilliant light.
“Hmm…”
Glenn narrowed his eyes as he looked at the gold plate embedded in the box.
“It looks like the pattern of the sword on the gold plate is slightly twisted…”
“It looks like it was made darker to emphasize Sieghart’s pattern.”
As if it wasn’t Loen, he gently swept the gold plate down.
“You don’t have to worry, as I’ve taken the best care of all the gold plates I’ve made so far for Raon. Plus, it’s gold on the outside and platinum on the inside.”
“Not bad.”
Glenn nodded as if he liked it when it was said that he had paid special attention to Raon.
“My lord.”
Cheryl stepped in front of Glenn, who slightly raised her lips.
“If you have a Raon personality, you will be happy just for the family head to give you a gold plate. Do not worry.”
“Kuhm!”
Glenn cleared his throat and shook his hand.
“I don’t care what he thinks of me. If the family crest is drawn incorrectly, the prestige of the person who gives the award will be damaged. That’s what it is. I don’t think I’ll give you special treatment…”
He shook his head and muttered a pitiful excuse.
Cheryl smiled softly at Glenn, who blushed slightly.
‘Because he’s cute.’
He did not know when Raon would come, so as soon as he returned to his family, he ordered a new gold plate, finished the report to give gifts, and even wrote down a list of drinks he wanted to drink with Raon.
Seeing her openly caring for her grandchild and not being able to show it on the outside made me laugh.
As Cheryl and Loen looked at each other and smiled, as if Glenn was cute, Chad, the non-banquet owner, entered the audience room with a heavy knock.
“I see the head of the household.”
Chad bowed politely and stepped forward.
“What is going on?”
“I got a call from the owner of Gwangpungdan.”
He took out a yellow envelope from his bosom.
“Have you seen the contents?”
“no. As soon as I received it, I brought it right away.”
“Let’s read it.”
“All right.”
Chad nodded and opened the envelope. Inside was a window of thin paper.
“Uh…”
He read the letter with his eyes and his chin trembled.
“Non-banquet owner?”
“Ah yes!”
“Don’t add unnecessary things, just read them.”
“I see.”
Chad moistened his lips with his tongue and began to read the letter again.
“La Raon caught the ghost. Wow…”
His voice trembled as if a spasm had come from his throat as he said wow. I glanced at Glenn. A thick tendon appeared to sprout from his forehead.
“The sword demon came to the Aryan family, and Raon and I get along well. I thought this was my real grandfather…
I felt as if my shoulders were weighed down by the heavy air as if the sky had collapsed. I felt a waterfall of cold sweat pouring down my back.
“Ooh, we come from playing in the lower castle. I don’t know when it will come. Poof…”
He lowered the letter with trembling hands. His mouth could no longer be opened by the cold air that seemed to burn his skin.
“He is crazy. It just turned right.”
Cheryl sighed and shook her head.
Whoa!
As I was thinking about what to do, the letter came to mind and flew to Glenn.
After checking the letterhead to see if it was written that way, Glenn burned the paper without leaving a scrap.
“This is like a real grandfather…”
His mouth went up thinly. It was an eerie smile that made my heart stop just by looking at it.
“Loen Cheryl.”
Glenn exposed his teeth by crumpling the armrests of the throne like paper.
“Prepare the funeral of the madman.”
Red sparks flickered around him as if he was sincere.
“If you want to die, you have to kill me.”
“yes!”
“Heh heh heh.”
Cheryl clenched her fists and nodded, and Loen let out her usual laugh.
Chad gulped at the sight of the three men whose hair stood on end.
‘Gwangpungdanju.’
Best of luck.
* * *
Raon looked up after climbing a hill full of white snow.
I saw the tall walls of the castle, full of dried bloodstains and yellow grime.
Ha Bun-seong, who took the last test to become a prosecutor and got his first tinnitus, hasn’t changed that much from before.
“It’s been a while since I smelled this.”
A small smile was made in the nostalgic blood.
“Aagh! It smells the same!”
Dorian made a screeching noise and crumpled his face. I’m glad I didn’t vomit like I used to.
Seeing the lower castle, where traces of battle still remain, reminded me of the time I spent here. I felt my heart beating fast because it was a place where I could become the foundation I could become after going through countless battles.
“The Commander is back! Open the door!”
“Open the door!”
The gates of the lower castle opened with a roar that seemed to twist the earth.
Milland looked at the castle gate that opened revealing the silvery light of the snowy mountains, then turned around.
“When I first came, I was a rookie mercenary who was not welcome.”
He tapped his left chestplate with a deep smile. His eyes were intense, as if he had returned to the owner of this castle, not an acquaintance he had traveled with.
“In the name of Milland Brydon, the lord of the lower part, welcome the return of the benefactor Raon Sieghart!”
“Wowaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Along with Milland’s cry, huge cheers erupted from inside the castle.
Creepy goosebumps rose up his spine at the military discipline of Habunseong, which was as heavy as a lance.
‘It’s a return…’
My heart pounded at the fact that they still thought of themselves as members of the castle.
Raon looked at the waving knight and scouting party and hit his left chest with his fist.
“I’m home.”
