Episode 412
Raon bit the inside of his cheek. It felt like his heart was being split by the sword demon’s cold gaze, but he endured it by operating the ring of fire.
‘This guy is real.’
It’s not about boosting momentum or operating an auror. It was not a lie that he created such a pressure just by his presence, the nickname of the sword demon that shook the entire continent.
‘but… .’
What are the eyes you see in the middle?
Even though the sword spirit was in an overwhelming position not only in force and mental power, but in every way, his eyes seemed to flutter as if he had thrown a stone into the lake.
“The momentum and confidence are not enough for the nickname of the White Sword Dragon.”
The swordsman nodded his head. His eyes didn’t waver at all, as if he had placed a rock on them, unlike before.
“Good. Let me accept that bet.”
“It’s not a bet.”
Raon looked at the sword spirit and shook his head.
“As a junior on the sword path, I just wanted to see the sword of a senior.”
“You’re all cocky, and you’re good at talking!”
Muston glared at this side with ferocious eyes like a prey.
“Your sword will never touch the Master. It will end in front of me.”
He took away the manners he had been keeping, and sharpened his teeth while talking nonsense.
“Isn’t that something you can only know when you put your swords together?”
Raon smiled faintly as he met Muston’s bloody eyes.
‘I’m sorry, but I can’t just use this great opportunity for you.’
Although Muston doesn’t have a reputation yet, he has the strength to be worthy of the name of the swordmaster’s apprentice. You will gain a lot from fighting him.
However, in the current state, it was clear that facing the sword with the sword demon even once would give him a much deeper realization.
He wasn’t ignoring Muston, he just wanted a better chance.
“good night. pull out your sword Right Now… .”
“stop.”
The swordmaster raised his hand as Muston was about to grab the sword.
“This is still not perfect.”
He knew from a single glance that Raon’s power had not been fully restored.
“Could it be two days?”
“Yes.”
Thanks to the increased level of indolence, he can recover in a day, but he nodded because he needed time to adjust to his grown force.
“Then see you at noon in two days.”
The sword spirit immediately turned around and went back to the dormitory.
Without following the sword spirit, Muston glared at Raon and chewed his lips tightly.
“I will never lose to you.”
He flashed his bloody eyes as if he had a grudge, then turned his back and followed the sword spirit.
Raon looked at Muston and narrowed his eyes.
‘Why are you so angry?’
It wasn’t just that I applied for a match with the swordsman.
Muston had a sharp gaze from the first time we met, and even now, there was an unhidden malice in his tone of voice.
‘It’s clear that you hated me even before we met face to face.’
I’ve never met him, so I don’t understand why he reacts like that.
– Are you jealous?
Lars snorted, asking if he was human and didn’t know the feelings of others.
– Anyway, you’re not human.
‘jealousy? Why are you jealous of me?’
It was not understood that he was jealous of others while being in a position to be envious of any disciple of the sword spirit.
– Jealousy is one of the ugly human instincts. The reason doesn’t matter.
It must have been a trivial reason, so he muttered to wash up quickly and go eat something.
‘I’m jealous… .’
I don’t know.
Humans have a hard time understanding their own emotions. It occurred to me that he, too, might not know why he was angry.
‘But thanks to that, I got a chance to fight the swordsman.’
After washing his muddy hands and face, Raon headed to the main street where the festival was going.
A lot of time had already passed, and the drunken people were scattered here and there and enjoying the festival.
On the long table that Dorian pulled out, not only Kwangpungdan, but also Milland, Borini Keaton, Morel, and Trevin came to drink and drink.
‘Everyone has gathered.’
Raon approached the table with a light smile.
“Where the hell are you wandering around like that?”
Limer, whose face turned red from how much he drank, frowned.
“You don’t have to come and pour alcohol from this sweet drinker!”
“Yes. Yes.”
Ignoring the drunken man, he went to Milland’s side and sat down.
“Sir. Thank you for your help.”
He nodded, pouring alcohol into the empty Milland’s glass.
“How many times have you been saying that?”
Milland took a drink and shook his head.
“It’s nothing compared to what your guy did for Habunseong.”
He smiled, saying that all the knights and prosecutors of Habunseong who came here voluntarily participated.
When I hear that everyone has come voluntarily, my heart is pounding. It was a pleasant palpitation without any discomfort.
Milland patted his shoulder lightly, as if he knew the feeling.
“The same goes for our Owens.”
Borini Keaton put down the fork and smiled.
“If Raon hadn’t come forward, we, Owen, would have been dishonored for not being able to stop the fall after holding a six-huang meeting. He saved both people and honor, so it is difficult to repay that kindness with anything.”
He bowed his head, saying that it was not enough to pay for it for the rest of his life.
“Besides, this was a battle with a ghost who was trying to cross the continent. Rather, thank you for giving me and the drivers a good experience.”
Borini Keaton smiled softly, telling him not to take this as a favor.
“Isn’t it? Prince?”
“Yes? ah! right! Of course!”
The three princes looked at Marta, who was sipping alcohol, and answered with a bewildered answer.
“hey! Why are you staring at me from now on?”
“Ugh!”
When Marta got angry, the three princes pretended not to see them and turned their heads.
– Whoa!
When Raon looked at him and smiled, Lars came out and grabbed him by the neck.
– Stop talking! Please stop talking and eat it!
Lars screamed, “Why are you talking about food?”
‘What do you want to eat first?’
-From the pie right in front of you!
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Nodding his head, he put the blueberry pie in his mouth that Lars had been crying out for so much.
Wasak.
The crunchiness of the pastries stacked in several layers and the sweet and sour taste of blueberries fill your mouth.
The taste of almond flakes sprinkled with small sprinkles decorated the end, filling the satisfaction with just one bite.
‘It’s okay.’
It was understandable that Lars begged to be eaten.
-Ouch… .
As soon as Lars finished eating the pie, tears fell like chicken poop.
‘Is it that good?’
-It’s not all about delicious food, I can’t help but shed tears because I remember what the king has suffered so far!
The guy patted his shoulder, saying he was proud of himself for suffering under a vicious human.
– Now it’s next! Bring the Grape Jam Sandwich and Mud Duck to the front!
Lars shouted the name of the dish as if he heard a girl. He grinned and granted all his requests.
– Huff!
Lars, who had become a double tadpole, lay down and smiled with satisfaction.
– This is where you live!
Raon left Lass rubbing his eyes because of hunger and went up to Morel and poured wine into his empty glass.
“I don’t like it all, but one wine is fine.”
Morel said that he could come back to eat the wine, and his taste buds were dry.
“Looks like you got it in your mouth.”
“Because the wine of the Aryan family cannot be obtained with money.”
He raised his gaze with the glass.
“You still don’t want to tell me?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m curious as to how we got the leash on our crazy princess.”
“It’s a leash. I just promised that the princess would do some favors.”
Raon smiled softly and shook his head.
“Well, it doesn’t matter.”
Morel wet her mouth with wine.
“It’s enough for that bastard to get down on his knees and pray to me.”
He had seen Princess Jaina since childhood, but it was the first time that his stiff head was bent, and he rolled up his mouth.
“That’s fortunate.”
Raon laughed bitterly. There was no way Jaina could endure it because she was inside the kingdom, so Morel’s reaction was a natural part of it.
Raon and Morel collided with a glass of wine, then went to the table where the iron poles were gathered and sat down next to Trevin.
“Are you enjoying the festival?”
“Not bad.”
Trevin nodded, saying the food and drinks were worth getting.
“anyway.”
Although he is not honest, he is a very affectionate person. In many ways, he was a person who did not fit in with Sieghard’s direct line.
“Thank you for coming.”
“I was just bored.”
Trevin shook his hand, saying he had nothing to do.
“Our lord is over there again.”
“I was arguing that we should go to the rescue right now.”
“Let’s be honest.”
“How long are you going to be there?”
“Shut up!”
Trevin blushed at the murmurs of the Squadron prosecutors and smashed the table.
“There is no need for family prosecutors to talk like that. never mind.”
Trevin said so and took a drink.
Raon trembled as he watched Trevin drinking one after another.
‘There’s no need to talk like that between the family’s prosecutors… .’
If another direct lineman had said that, they would have laughed.
However, when Trevin, who had come to rescue the Gwangpungdan without any cost, said those words, his heart pounded loudly.
‘It’s something I want to remember.’
As Trevin said, it is the role of the family to go to the rescue of gasoline regardless of the circumstances or circumstances.
If I ever create a family in the future, I wanted to build it as a place with such trust.
“thank you.”
Raon bowed his head once more to Trevin and the iron squadron and sat down at the table.
-Yes?
Lars, who had been lying on his shoulders like laundry, lifted his face over his chubby stomach.
– Is this the second game? The main king can eat more!
‘Do you think your stomach is going to explode?’
-what are you talking about! If there is room in the stomach, you might stuff the nadine bread! Need to fill more!
‘Heh… .’
Raon shook his head and put the food he hadn’t eaten yet on the plate.
“Then why did you come so late?”
Marta, who started drinking again after looking at the three princes, asked.
“I know. It takes a long time even in the swamp, and it takes a long time to wash.”
Burren tilted his head, saying it was strange.
“Did you sleep?”
Runan asked if he had slept on the street and if he would give him a blanket.
“It’s not that, I met the swordsman and his disciple.”
“Why those people?”
“How come I’ve become brave.”
“Dalian?”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
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Not only the Gwangpungdan, but also the soldiers of other powers jumped up and opened their mouths.
“that is… .”
Raon briefly described what had happened at the well.
“It’s a battle with a sword spirit… .”
“It’s Giyeon!”
“It’s also not an ordinary giyeon. Because he is the chief of the five great swordsmen and a master of swords.”
“Boo, I’m envious… .”
People were envious of Raon, who was going to fight the sword spirit, and ate it up.
“No. First of all, you have to break that person’s disciple.”
“The momentum was not normal.”
“You were a master just by looking at your eyes.”
“As a disciple of the sword demon, it is difficult to judge by state of mind. It will be several times stronger than the same height.”
“Still, Raon wins.”
“Then the nickname “White Sword Dragon” is not a gamble.”
Everyone clapped their glasses and started predicting who would win in Dalian.
“Hmm!”
Limer’s eyes, who had been drinking quietly, twinkled like stars.
“It’s Dalian… .”
He got up from the table quietly with his glass of wine.
“I must prepare myself.”
* * *
Raon stood up with the Jecheon Sword that was placed on the table. He clenched his fist with his right hand and nodded.
‘It’s perfect.’
He recovered his body through a day of rest, and adapted to his current body and aura through a day of training. I was convinced that my physical condition had reached its peak.
– What is perfect?
I turned around at the sneer from Lars. Cotton candy, stuffed with plump skin, was floating around.
For two days, while supplementing nutrition for recovery, I ate all the food he wanted to eat, and it ended up looking like that.
– Do not apply to the disciple of that inspiration, do your best.
‘I don’t think so.’
I need to get stronger faster.
The battle with the father was only a year and a half left. There was something to be gained by dealing with Muston, but I wanted to head to a higher place with the swordsman and the swordsman.
Raon put on a combat uniform, put on a sword on his waist, and left the dormitory.
As rumors about Dalian spread today, a food market was opened as if the festival from two days ago was continuing, and many people gathered around the theater.
‘It’s like a festival.’
It was unexpected, but through this matchup, it seemed that the people of the Aryan family had a little more vitality.
– There’s chicken skewers over there! Mud-grilled yakitori is rare! let’s go eat!
Lars licked his tongue as he looked at the clay-grilled yakitori sold at the stall on the right.
‘I’m going to fight right now… .’
-You have to fill your stomach to fight properly!
‘You have eaten.’
-You have to eat a snack to say you’ve eaten!
Raon looked at Las with a bewildered look and sighed. I don’t know what happened to him, his anger gradually diminishes and his appetite only increases.
The monarch of insectivores.
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No matter how I think about it, this is the wrong character. I wanted to meet the guy who gave this guy the name Lord of Wrath.
-let’s hurry!
‘No thanks.’
Raon kicked off the sticking Lass and headed to the center of the castle where the smithy was located, looking at the stalls.
“Give me a beer!”
“I even have popcorn!”
“Hey, I can’t wait to see who wins today.”
“Ah, what are you asking about that, of course you are a benefactor!”
“But he is a disciple of the Five Great Swordsman Sword Demon! He’s a lot older there!”
“It is clear that this is not an ordinary skill.”
People enjoyed the food and talked about who will win in Dalian today.
“Well?”
As I was heading to the daeryeonjang, I saw a large kiosk with a large number of people.
“I’ll bet Raon, our benefactor!”
“me too! Of course I have to walk to the benefactor!”
“But a prosecutor named Muston was no joke. Your eyes are the eyes of a beast!”
“Actually, if it was a swordsman, I would have raised a disciple properly.”
I saw gold and silver coins pouring over the stall. It looked like a gamble.
‘Of course there must be a gambling board.’
In Dalian, where it is difficult to know the outcome of such a game, the gambling board naturally follows. There was no need to touch it as it was one of the festivals.
‘Do you want to be there too?’
– The dung fly can’t just pass the shit.
‘but.’
Of course, I thought that there must be that damn elf too, so I tried to find him, but strangely, I couldn’t find him.
‘Are you already betting money?’
I thought I would bet by looking at the multiplier if it was Limer, but it seems like I bet first and then missed out. I was just passing by when I heard a familiar voice from inside the stall.
“Uh-huh! you don’t know It was me, not Raon, who ended this war. No one knows who wins or loses!”
He turned his gaze back to the newsstand at the shrill voice.
A red-haired elf stood in the place where the owner should be sitting, smiling.
-… … .
‘… … .’
Raon and Lars opened their mouths as they looked at Limer, who had set up a gambling house because they couldn’t even gamble.
Where the hell is that elf going?