Love Letter From The Future chapter 212

4. Rynella’s fate is decided by Rynella (5)

For a while, there was only silence in the darkened room.

There were even few light sources. Only dimly burning candles provided a whitish view. Nonetheless, neither of the two men present expressed any dissatisfaction.

Rather, they were showing natural movements as if they were more accustomed to the dark.

There was no hesitation added to the series of processes of the two people holding the teapot, pouring the tea, and pouring the tea into their mouths.

This meant that the line of sight was already secured.

The two of them were not only sipping tea, but they were also showing the leisure to examine each other’s faces carefully. In the end, the one who broke the silence first was a middle-aged man in jet-black uniform.

He let out a heavy sigh.

“… … All right, surrender. I have no idea who you are.”

“As I said, I’m just a loyalist of the Empire.”

The answer to the middle-aged complaint was so simple.

That’s why the middle-aged pick, and laughed. Are there loyal subjects of the empire that the emperor does not even know exist?

Still, how fortunate it is to claim to be a ‘loyalty’.

He was a talented person who had already achieved this much at such a young age. The agents didn’t seem to notice, but they couldn’t fool the middle-aged eyes.

The man’s mana itself was mediocre.

However, the skill to handle it was like a ghost. As if the limit of insufficient total amount of magical power was nothing, the man focused his magical power only on the necessary parts at the right moment.

The result was an explosively increased physical ability.

Of course, there were limitations.

Basically, if one concentrates mana on a specific part of the body, a corresponding load follows. Even the man was moving a large amount of mana at once.

In the long run, it was inevitable. No matter how expedient he was, the limits of his physical abilities were clear.

However, would there be any reason for that man to engage in a long-term battle in the first place?

The middle-aged man tapped the table with his fingers as he weighed that possibility. It was an orderly beat like a trained musician.

“It was an impressive piece of work. To be honest, his skill at controlling magic is comparable to that of a master… Where did you train?”

“Wouldn’t the battlefield be the best training center?”

At the same time, the man sipped the tea water with a tired expression. Fatigue emanated from those golden eyes.

Hmm, he swallowed his saliva and the middle-aged man also raised his teacup.

The continent was enjoying peace that lasted for hundreds of years. There was no such thing as a war zone.

At most, the subjugation of different races taking place in the northernmost part of the continent or the ‘frontline’ located in the southernmost part deserved to be called battlefields.

Those two were battlefields that the Empire paid a lot of attention to.

Of course, it was a car that was familiar with a lot of information about the place in middle age. However, no matter how much I searched my head, I couldn’t find any information related to the man.

It meant that the man’s answer was a lie.

The reason was obvious.

I mean you want to hide it.

Since it was an answer within the expected range, the middle-aged decided to pass it on without any indication.

“Yes, even so… By the way, his skill with chains was unusual. Have you ever been trained separately?”

“… … There is a thing called flow in all things.”

The middle-aged man’s hand, which was setting the teacup down at the unexpected topic, stopped. His blue eyes staring at the man deepened.

“Once you master that flow, you realize that all weapons are not inherently different. Whether it be a sword, an ax, a bow or a chain.”

“Anyway, isn’t it far-fetched to say that a sword and a bow are the same?”

“That is what it means. Actually, I prefer a sword or an axe.”

The middle-aged man giggled at the neat recognition. He sighed and put down the teacup he was holding.

“What an interesting friend… One of the people I know sounds similar.”

A vague longing passed through the middle-aged eyes. It seemed clear that he was groping for some point in the past by now.

Then, what awakened his spirit was a single word the man had uttered.

“I know.”

“… … do you know me?”

Middle-aged classmates were less interested.

Beyond the feeling of surprise, he was now even feeling a strong interest. I really couldn’t figure out where this guy’s limit would be.

In line with that expectation, Ian gave the correct answer without hesitation.

“If you hadn’t known, you wouldn’t have broken up by attacking it long ago, right? To the swordsmith of the empire.”

The middle-aged man, who was called ‘Geomgong’, eventually couldn’t stand it and burst into laughter.

Imperial swordsmith.

The weight of that title was never light.

He was one of only three masters in existence on the continent. The continent’s strongest swordsman, with no one to stand against unless it is the saint of the holy kingdom or the great witch of the ten southern kingdoms.

It was a monster that was said to have smashed a mountain in a fight with the saint of the Holy Land when he was still full of blood.

But time has turned even the hottest fire to ashes.

The swordsmith, who had been roaming the continent for several years and had a reputation, returned to the imperial palace one day and his external activities became rare.

In the end, he couldn’t overcome the affection of blood and flesh.

Because the blood of the imperial family was flowing in his body.

Decades passed like that, but the swordsmith’s reputation and dignity were still intact. No matter how much time passed, the master was the master.

It was not a power that could be compared to something like an expert.

Even if Ian now attacked him, he would most likely be defeated. The composure of a man who looked only middle-aged at best was due to that level of ability.

The swordsman, who had been laughing for a long time, had no choice but to let out a sigh.

“The years are running fast… Can’t you draw your sword against such a great opponent?”

“Aren’t you still thinking about pulling out the sword?”

The swordsman smiled brightly at the indifferent remark the man spat while sipping tea.

“That’s up to you. This old man is a little confused… … .”

Knock, the swordsmith’s index finger tapped the table again.

The look of caution in his blue eyes was getting darker and darker. His eyes wouldn’t be strange even if he pulled out his sword right away.

Still, there were no signs of anything.

The man drank the tea without a word. Before he knew it, his teacup was empty.

“… … How does it have dragon blood characters? My nephew says he never gave you the dragon blood letter.”

The man sighed lightly at the question. A vague emotion passed through those golden eyes.

The swordsman’s eyebrows twitched at the color of regret, longing, and emotions that a defeated soldier would have.

A small sigh escaped from the man’s mouth. he asked in a low voice.

“Your Majesty, have you corrected it yet?”

“No, I am very weak. So, please, I want you to solve my nephew’s trouble with me.”

The man, who was lost in thought for a moment, opened his mouth as if he couldn’t help it.

The swordsman showed a nervous expression without even realizing it.

Depending on that answer, I didn’t know if I would have to stain my hands with the blood of a young man with a bright future today.

and the next moment.

“A dragon hidden in a cradle, a rusty sword that cuts better than a famous sword.”

“… … ?”

For a moment, the swordsman’s eyes went blank at the enigmatic words.

As he shot the man with a questioning expression, Ian added a word.

“You just have to pass it on.”

“… … To whom?”

“Is there any other legitimate owner of the dragon blood characters in this era other than one?”

It meant to tell the emperor.

The swordsman’s expression, noticing this, sank in dissatisfaction. He was also the guardian of the imperial family, but he was also a great adult of the imperial family.

It was because she was the emperor’s uncle.

As a rule, the older you get, the wider your reach becomes. He didn’t like the fact that his nephew was sharing some secret with a young man he had never seen before.

However, the answer the swordsman would give was already decided.

“… … nice.”

It didn’t matter that he was the imperial swordsman and the emperor’s uncle.

The only owner of the empire was the emperor.

The dragon blood character was a symbol of authority, and of course, the judgment on it was entirely up to the emperor. The swordsman was well aware of this.

The swordsman slowly raised himself. It was to report to the emperor.

It was another request of the man that caught the swordsman’s steps as he was about to leave.

“And tell me that I will be in charge of the Academy branch of the Imperial Intelligence Service.”

The swordsman stood tall and looked at Ian with an absurd look.

Depending on the emperor’s decision, he was in a situation where he could lose his life. However, he shamelessly handed over an additional offer.

There was not even a ripple of emotion in his face.

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Just sipping tea with tired eyes.

“Also, tell Your Majesty to cut down on alcohol. It will be a big deal later.”

“… … You haven’t been drinking much lately, have you?”

“Of course you are secretly eating it. Open the second compartment of the chest of drawers next to the bed and open the bottom plate to find a bottle of wine.”

The swordsman had to shake his head with a tired expression.

I was wondering if that young man knew the secret that he kept even from his uncle.

However, those suspicious eyes soon faded away.

Returning to the interrogation room, the swordsman’s hand held the seal symbolizing the imperial family.

“… … It’s your way. And two bottles of alcohol were confiscated.”

As if he knew that, Ian just nodded his head silently.

“Please tell His Majesty the Emperor that I will visit you in the near future.”

Then the man brushed off the handcuffs that were wrapped around my hands. The white-hot restraints suddenly snapped with a bang.

The swordsman’s eyes became even more confused as he looked at Ian, who was dismantling the restraints one by one.

It was the expression on his face that he knew for the first time how expensive restraints could be broken so easily.

The swordsman did not forget to leave a warning to the man until the very end.

“For now, I’ll trust you, but this is only temporary… … .”

“I know.”

Even so, the man responded in a nonchalant voice, as always.

“Let’s watch, till the end.”

That’s how the Imperial Secret Service Academy branch fell into the hands of a man.

**

Immediately after receiving the news, Neris immediately threw a curse into the air.

“… … Stop talking bullsh*t!”

Even so, Neris didn’t feel good about Ian. To be precise, scary was more correct.

Not only was he cruel, but he couldn’t even understand his intentions or principles of action. Even Neris, who had been digging up and analyzing the information of countless people, was a humanoid I had never seen before.

Of course, he belonged to the worst person to serve as a superior.

She spat out curse words several times after that, but that didn’t change the instructions handed down from the upper level.

Neris already knew that much.

She just needed time to accept this unfortunate truth.

It wasn’t long before Neris, exhausted from the swearing, offered a more optimistic outlook.

Yes, no matter how ‘mad dog of the academy’, Ian Percus is not human.

If there were circumstances last time, and he didn’t have an accident in the future, he wouldn’t be able to treat his subordinates harshly.

So, Neris decided to serve her new superior as best she could.

Of course, when she ran into him again, Neris poured out a bowl of swearing inside.

Bastards, scumbags, murderers, violent addicts… … .

In his heart, he was an opponent he chewed and spit out several times, but every time Neris met Ian’s golden eyes, he was easily downhearted.

It was because the fear hadn’t gone away yet.

Still, Neris had hope.

Ian seemed principled, though a little strict.

If you didn’t do anything wrong, there was no punishment.

So, if something didn’t go wrong, Neris wouldn’t be punished. It’s only been a few minutes since I faced Ian with such faith.

Puck, and blood spattered into the air.

Neris’ eyes went blank. The lips parted in an instant.

It wasn’t just blood that flew through the sky.

Long, thin fingers were flying, splattering blood. And the original owner of that finger was Neris.

The man who hit the woman’s finger with an ax said in a nonchalant voice.

“Neris… … .”

As always.

“I told you not to doubt.”

Ian Perkus was not a fundamentalist, Neris realized, at least through hardened thought circuits.

He was the embodiment of violence.

A piercing scream soon rang out.