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Swordmaster’s Youngest Son
[Translator – Junseo]
[Proofreader – Valirius]
Volume 10 Chapter 391 - Even Concealed, it Cannot be Hidden (1)
October 1st, 1799.
Deep in the Black Sea.
A man was running, covered in what looked like the black blood, organs, and flesh of a monster.
It was the Guardian Knight Khan. In his arms was a letter he’d received from an Enforcement Knight who had come all the way to the entrance of the Black Sea.
It had already been over a decade since he’d started delivering letters about Jin to Cyron. Khan’s face was more serious than ever.
Though he couldn’t read what the letter contained, he heard from the Enforcement Knight that something had happened within the clan.
‘I have to get there as fast as possible. Before the patriarch enters the territory of the Black Sea’s Five Kings…!’
The territory of the Black Sea’s Five Kings.
Cyron and his knights were now about to cross past where the depths of the Black Sea started and into the land ruled directly by the Five Kings.
Khan had been checking the entrance of the Black Sea for the last time when he ran into the Enforcement Knight.
Until now, the cursed land had all been the same, but from the territory of the Five Kings of the Black Sea, it was a completely unknown world.
After entering, they could be completely cut off from the outside world for a while.
There was an unusually large number of monsters around that day. Each and every single one of them could’ve become a cored monster, given the time and opportunity, so Khan had to fight for another half-day even after entering the depths.
Huff, huff…
It was when he reached a point where he could no longer take any more that Cyron appeared. Fortunately, they hadn’t yet entered the territory of the Five Kings of the Black Sea.
Cyron and the knights were taking a short break for the first time in a long while, using the corpses of monsters as fuel to light a fire.
“Patriarch.”
Khan bowed his head, catching his breath. The pungent smell of burning monster corpses filled his nose.
“What is it, Khan?”
Cyron, as always, was sitting upright, floating in the air. The knights’ haggard faces contrasted with his clean face.
“I received an urgent letter from the clan. It’s about the 12th flag-bearer.”
Cyron slowly opened his eyes.
“Give it here.”
Khan presented him with the letter with the utmost courtesy.
Rip!
To the knights, other than Khan, they found it strange to see Cyron opening the seal with eyes full of curiosity.
Khan felt a strange sense of pride in that fact.
‘It’s my first time seeing the patriarch like this since the 1st flag-bearer.’
‘I’ve heard it several times from the senior Black Knights, but it seems like the expectations the patriarch has for the 12th flag-bearer are truly great.’
While the Black Knights were wondering, there was a monster that was lurking, looking around to see if he could join in.
[Ha, haha. Goodness, something excellent must have happened, my lord!]
The monster of legends, Ozdok.
Of course, Cyron didn’t respond at all to Ozdok’s flattery.
Instead, Ozdok was faced with the cold stares of the Black Knights. Telling him to shut his mouth and sit quietly in a corner.
Unfortunately, Ozdok failed to read the mood, and even took Cyron’s lack of response as a positive sign, and continued to raise his voice cheerfully.
Because he was tired.
The days of slaughter and battle that continued dully without a single word of conversation were exhausting even to him, a cored monster who had lived for two thousand years.
Whether it was a light joke or just some small talk! Ozdok just wanted to speak.
[The 12th flag-bearer, you say. Isn’t that the youngest master who fought me some time ago? The one who took one of my cores. Ah, of course, it’s not like I want it back or anything. He must’ve used it for something worthwhile… Hehe. He really was cool. So handsome, and… Eek! P-Please don’t hit me. I’m sorry!]
Finally, the Black Knights, who could no longer stand by and watch, were about to step forward and silence Ozdok, but Cyron raised his hand slightly to stop them.
“Leave him be.”
“Yes, sir!”
As the Black Knights bowed and put down their fists, Ozdok awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
[I’m sorry. I thought something amusing must have happened. Ahem, hm… I’ll bring some tea right away!]
As Ozdok said, a faint smile was already on Cyron’s lips.
He had started reading the letter.
(Patriarch, the 12th flag-bearer has caused an incident.)
“It’s from Zed.”
He knew it as soon as he saw the first line. It was the handwriting of his younger brother, the only one of his blood siblings who he spared in the battle for hegemony in his youth.
(The brat leaked information about the tomb of the first patriarch by using the 7th flag-bearer. Though you probably knew about it from before, that fact alone has caused chaos in the clan.
But do you know what happened while everyone was waiting for the brat to come back to find out if the information was true?
The first thing he did, as soon as he got back, was have a fight with Elder Jordan. As a result, he had both his arms cut off. Vankella’s holy queen came and treated him, but if things had gone wrong, he would’ve never wielded the sword quite the same again.)
At that moment, Cyron’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, and Ozdok suddenly knelt down and offered a cup, no… A monster’s skull filled with tea.
The fire used to boil the tea was lit from the corpses of monsters, so it was truly a terrible tea. No one would believe that such a tea was one of the greatest luxuries someone could enjoy here.
(Anyway, right after the treatment was over… He declared that he would return Runcandel to being a clan of magic swordsmen.
He then overpowered the elders who were blocking his way, confronted the 3rd flag-bearer head-on, and defeated her.)
Cyron’s pupils widened. Ozdok and the Black Knights couldn’t help but flinch at the sight.
The 3rd flag-bearer, Luntia.
If she were to lose against Jin, it must’ve meant that she let her guard down. But even so, Luntia being defeated by Jin came as a complete shock to Cyron.
Whether it was because she let her guard down or because Jin had reached a new level.
A defeat was a defeat.
(The dueling ground where the incident took place disappeared without a trace, and the inner courtyard and main house were almost destroyed.
After the magic sword that wielded flames, lightning poured down like crazy… It’s difficult to explain with words. You had to witness it for yourself.
I knew that crazy brat would turn the clan upside down one day, but I never thought he would do something this big.
Below is a summary of the damage that occurred in the Garden of Swords while dealing with the 12th flag-bearer.
The acting patriarch, seriously injured.
2nd flag-bearer light injury, 4th flag-bearer light injury, 5th flag-bearer light injury, 6th flag-bearer light injury, 7th flag-bearer light injury, 8th flag-bearer light injury, 9th flag-bearer light injury, 10th flag-bearer light injury, 11th flag-bearer light injury.
3rd flag-bearer, seriously injured.
12th flag-bearer, critical state.
Heads of the Black Sword Council, Protectors of the Law, and Protectors of the People, light injuries.
More than half of the council of elders, both severe and light injuries.
More than 40% of the Guardian Knights, both severe and light injuries.
Twelve Enforcement Knights, seriously injured.
Fifty-four Enforcement Knights, lightly injured.
Many more injured.
No combat casualties.
No non-combat casualties.
At the order of the main clan, the Huphester King’s Order emergency combat readiness has been raised to level 2, and all Huphester Allied transfer gates and media are in the process of being sealed off and controlled.
The Garden of Swords has recalled all dispatched knights and is in a state similar to that of wartime.
…The exact list of casualties is detailed on the last page.
The acting head of the clan suffered deep internal injuries because she did not avoid the brat’s final attack, filled with everything he had.
The medical team says that she needs to remain resting for a while.
Can you believe it? It wasn’t a sudden attack by the Zipfel main force, it wasn’t an invasion by Vermont, and it wasn’t even a rebellion.
All this happened because of the 12th flag-bearer alone. Because of the unbelievable strength of a brat who isn’t even twenty yet!
Brother…
If possible, it may not be a bad idea to return briefly. It will be a great help to the members of the clan.
And you may find it pleasant to see his growth for yourself.)
Cyron suddenly burst into laughter.
Ozdok tried to laugh along, but when his eyes met with Cyron’s, he had no choice but to shut his mouth tightly.
Cyron wiped away all traces of laughter at that moment.
At this point, the knights also became antsy with curiosity about the contents of the letter.
So they made a slight gesture to Khan. Telling him to try his luck, since he’d been handling correspondence regarding the 12th flag-bearer for some time now.
“Patriarch, is the situation at the clan not as bad as I’ve heard?”
“What have you heard?”
“I heard from Enforcement Knight Kron that the entirety of Huphester has been sealed off and is practically in a wartime state.”
“That’s written in the letter as well. But that doesn’t mean this incident was something that could be concealed. I suppose they simply found it that shocking.”
“Honestly, I’m worried about the 12th flag-bearer.”
“What we have to worry about is the land beyond.”
Khan and the knights nodded heavily. Cyron’s gaze reached beyond the depths of the Black Sea, to the gaze of the Five Kings of the Black Sea.
The Five Kings of the Black Sea, only a few more days away. One day ahead of them was the scout party of Luna, Vanessa, and Tuven.
In that land, there would be many days when even Cyron would have to fight with all his might.
Cyron flicked back to the front page of the letter. It was to reread the section that had bothered him when he first read it.
12th flag-bearer, critical state.
The difference between critical state and seriously injured were undeniably different. After the ‘Declaration of the Magic Swordsman’, Jin had remained unconscious and was unable to leave his medical bed.
At the end of the letter, Zed asked Cyron to come back even for a moment, which could only mean one thing.
He wanted Cyron to take action to ensure that the flame of the 12th flag-bearer wouldn’t go out like this. To give him his strength if it were possible.
In his entire life, Cyron had never seen Zed ask him a favor like this before.
“It would be bad manners to be distracted about clan affairs in the run-up to the battle with the Black Sea’s Five Kings.”
Although he had accepted Zed’s request, Cyron had no intention of returning himself for just that reason.
“I should give him a suitable reward before I lose the time to.”
The reward Cyron was talking about wasn’t because of this incident.
—I will report to the patriarch that the first person to discover this monster was the 12th flag-bearer. If the patriarch deems the monster valuable, you will be rewarded accordingly.
Those were the words Tuven left behind as he took Ozdok away.
Ozdok had proven his worth since joining Cyron’s expedition.
Although it was a bit shaky due to his vague memory, he was able to make great contributions to finding the territory of the Black Sea’s Five Kings.
He was a monster that would be useful even after entering the territory of the kings.
“Khan.”
“Yes, patriarch?”
“Contact the clan immediately and take steps to ensure that Jin can use that.”
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Translator – Junseo
Proofreader – Valirius
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