Episode 1014
Raon ordered the Gwangpungjeon inspectors to wait in the training ground and then headed to Gajujeon.
“I meet you, my lord.”
Roen, who was cleaning the door and walls of the audience room, bowed his head. As expected of Glenn’s butler, he seemed to be personally handling the cleaning of the main hall.
“Are you feeling a little better?”
“It’s not completely cured, but it’s almost better.”
Raon bowed his head in return, thanking her for her concern.
“Is the master inside?”
“Yes. I know you are busy, but I think you will allow me to see you. Please wait a moment.”
Roen smiled faintly and entered the audience room.
“The Lord has granted us permission to see you. Please come in.”
He came back out a minute or so later and motioned to me.
“thank you.”
After thanking Roen, Raon went through the door he opened for him.
I walked across the dust-free red carpet and knelt in front of the stage.
“I’m here to see the lord… .”
“Get up.”
As I was about to bow my head, I heard Glenn’s soft voice from the stage.
“Didn’t I tell you before? There’s no need to say hello when there’s just the two of you.”
As I raised my gaze while hearing those words, I saw Glenn smiling faintly.
“Yeah. Looks like you’re feeling a little better.”
Glenn lowered his eyebrows as if he had taken in his condition at a glance.
“I heard it would take a month to recover, but you’re going out to practice after only a week? You’re really…”
He laughed out loud, saying it was honestly ridiculous.
“I guess I take after my grandfather, I’m a bit sturdy.”
Raon turned his wrist, saying that recovery was originally fast.
“Keuhp!”
Glenn shook his head and let out a gasp as if his soul was shaken by the mention of his grandfather.
“Oh, it looks like you’re training with the kids from Gwangpungjeon today, so why did you come all the way here?”
He nodded, his chin still gripping the broken armrests of the throne with trembling hands.
“A week ago, I sent a letter to Baek Kyung’s Comedy Festival asking to meet Shin Ju-o-ryeong.”
Raon took out the reply he had received from the comic artist.
“Did you send a letter to the comedian asking to meet him?”
Glenn narrowed his eyes at himself.
“No, since you said you wanted to meet Shinjuoryeong, I guess you mean you want to meet Akgeomhou too.”
“you’re right.”
Raon nodded calmly.
“What is the reason?”
Glenn narrowed his eyes, asking why the comedian had contacted him at a time like this.
“If we leave Shinjuoryeong alone, he might be captured by Sima.”
Raon tightened his grip on the letter.
“Sima is probably in a state of emergency due to the deaths of Heuktapju and Tacheon. He’ll probably try to hide himself deeper than before and organize things internally. However… .”
He narrowed his eyes at the map of the continent hanging on the wall of the Gajujeon Hall.
“Once he’s somewhat prepared, he’ll move to gather his forces again. And if it’s the Derus Robert I know, the preparation time won’t be that long.”
“It will be like that.”
Glenn tapped the armrest of the throne with his finger as if to tell him to continue.
“So, before Sima can move, we must first meet Shen Zhou Ryeong. Now, it is Shen Zhou Yi Ryeong.”
Raon took a short breath.
“I and Biyeonhoeju had similar thoughts. However, I’m not sure how to convince the comics and the evil swordsman.”
Glenn looked at Raon and licked his lips briefly.
“There is no need to persuade.”
Raon shook his head firmly.
“What does that mean?”
“Even though Sageumma and Gwisalchang chose Sima, the Comedian and the Evil Sword Lord did not move and continued to watch in order to inflate their ransom.”
He continued speaking, his lips twisted fiercely.
“But things have changed a lot now. The Black Tower has collapsed, and even with Tacheon dead, there are those who are waiting for an opportunity to take advantage, so there is no need to bring them to our side… .”
Raon held the Jecheon Sword and emitted a cold murderous intent.
“I’ll cut it down right there.”
“You’re going to cut it? Why?”
Glenn nodded as if asking why, but his eyes remained calm as if he was reading all of his thoughts.
“Even when your own safety and that of your subordinates are at stake, it is not the attitude of a warrior to seek profit, but the attitude of a merchant. Such swindlers can betray you at any time in the face of greater gain, so whether you go to Sima or stand behind us, it is a problem. I think it is right to cut them down before trouble occurs.”
Raon bowed his head to Glenn, asking for permission.
“Hmm… .”
Glenn didn’t answer right away, but slowly stroked his chin.
“Not fearing blood, not hesitating in action, and always keeping your cool. This is the attitude a family head should have. Now I understand what he said.”
He looked out the window with a longing look in his eyes.
“Heh heh heh.”
Roen laughed hysterically as if he understood what Glenn was saying.
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“What is that…?”
Raon opened his eyes wide, not understanding what Glenn was saying.
“There was a guy who insisted that I give you the seat of Gaju no matter what. I thought of him after a long time.”
Glenn shook his head, licking his lips briefly.
“ah….”
Raon bit his lip slightly as he realized who Glenn was talking about.
“Then are you confident?”
Glenn lowered his calm eyes as if he was confident that he could defeat the comedian and the evil swordsman.
“I know that the Comedy Emperor is the strongest among the Five Spirits. However….”
Raon straightened his back and nodded his chin.
“I don’t think it will work.”
He placed his hand on the Jecheon Sword, showing his confidence that he could win.
“Then what will you do with the evil sword?”
Glenn smiled as if he knew it and brought up the name of the evil swordsman.
“It seems like Akgeom-hu is following the comedian’s opinion, but if she doesn’t work on persuasion, I will kill her.”
He made a firm resolve to protect his precious people and land, and put strength into his hand that held the Jecheon Sword.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m asking if you can defeat the evil swordsman.”
Glenn shook his head as if to tell me to speak properly.
“The evil swordsman…?”
Raon let out a low breath as he looked into Glen’s calm eyes.
‘Wouldn’t the evil sword be weaker than the comic sword?’
I didn’t understand why the name of Akgeomhu, who was less powerful than the comic, was mentioned.
‘Are you sure you weren’t thinking of a joint attack between the two of you?’
Glenn seemed to be concerned about the combination of comedy and evil swordsmanship. When I tried to answer that question, he spoke first.
“It seems you don’t know yet.”
Glen nodded slowly, as if he thought so.
“Then go and experience it for yourself. You’ll get something out of it no matter what.”
He waved his hand, saying he would accept my mission offer.
“Take care on your way back.”
“…All right.”
Raon said thank you and left the audience room with a questioning expression.
“Aren’t you going to tell me?”
Roen looked at Glenn, laughing.
“That child’s incompetent teacher said that.”
Glen looked up at the blue sky that seemed to stretch as far as he could see.
“They say that Raon becomes stronger the more he suffers. This time, something will change and come back.”
He let out a calm smile, as if he believed that Raon would come up with the answer.
***
After leaving Gajujeon, Raon returned to the 5th training ground where the inspectors were waiting.
“In two days we will go to Baekgyeong.”
Raon stood at the end of the stage and began talking about a new mission.
“The mission is to persuade Emperor Hegeuk and Emperor Akgeom to form an alliance with the Five Emperors. However….”
He shook his head, emitting a cool breeze.
“If the two of them do not accept our offer, Baek Kyung and Mugeom Gak will be eliminated on the spot.”
Raon clenched his fist, saying that was his real purpose.
“Are you serious?”
Burren’s chin dropped as if he had not expected to hear the words, “Erasing the Background and the Swordless.”
“I’m serious. I don’t need to accept enemies or people who can stab me in the back.”
Raon nodded, saying that it was natural.
“In the worst case scenario, there could be an all-out war between Baekgyeong and Mugeomgak, so prepare thoroughly.”
“When is departure?”
Martha licked her lips as if anticipating the all-out war.
“Two days later.”
Raon snapped his fingers, telling them to restore their physical strength, mental power, and aura within two days.
“All right!”
The inspectors of the Gwangpungjeon were already in a battle stance, sharpening their fighting spirit.
“Get ready… First, check the condition of your weapons….”
Runaan turned around and gave her men some advice. Her eyes were still fierce, but her advice was surprisingly easy to hear.
“Then let’s disband and meet again at this place at dawn two days later.”
At Raon’s order to disband, the Gwangpungjeon inspectors left the training ground in an organized manner.
“You’re really busy, too.”
The monster frowned as if to ask if things were going well.
“Well, I guess I won’t have to worry about the kids for a while.”
He clicked his tongue, saying that it had been a while since he had poured himself a drink.
“Thank you for always helping me.”
Raon bowed his head to the demon who was about to leave the training ground.
“If you know that, buy me some alcohol.”
The goblin left the training ground with staggering steps after telling them to return safely.
Wheeeeeek!
Raon smirked and looked at the destruction, then whistled toward the sky.
Phew!
A faint cry was heard from above, and a small swallow landed on the tip of his finger.
“Please.”
He took a small letter out of his bosom and tied it to the swallow’s leg.
Phew!
The young swallow flew high into the sky and flew away.
-Who did you send it to this time?
Lars wrinkled his nose, saying that the swallow didn’t seem to have any time to rest.
‘I sent it to my grandfather.’
Raon smiled and shook his head.
‘I know you’re worried, so I should tell you that you’re safe. I’m also curious to know if there’s anything else going on.’
He smiled faintly, saying that it was a letter sent to Rector.
-Now that I think about it, it’s been a while since I’ve seen that old man.
Lars was curious to see what the other unlucky inspiration was up to.
‘Yeah. I’m curious too.’
Raon smiled gently as he looked at the sky where the swallows had disappeared.
‘If this goes well, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to visit for the first time in a while.’
***
“I see.”
Lektar put down the neatly folded letter and smiled brightly.
“Is this a letter from Sieghard?”
Muston, who was practicing his sword behind him, asked while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“How did you know?”
Rector blinked as he folded the letter.
“Because the only people who can make the teacher laugh like that are Raon or Sia.”
Muston smirked, saying that he could tell from the expression on the face who the letter belonged to.
“Khuh-hum!”
Rector coughed, lowering the corners of his lips that had naturally risen.
“It looks nice, so you can stay that way.”
Muston waved his hand, saying that it was a smile that made him feel good just by looking at it.
“So what was the content of the letter that made you laugh so much, Master? Please tell me.”
He rolled his eyes, wondering.
“You read it.”
Rector threw the letter at Muston as if telling him to check it out for himself.
“ah!”
Muston was embarrassed, but he reached out and opened the letter he had received from Rector.
“It’s Raon. Ha. Gasp! Hehehe… .”
He read the letter, his pupils bulging and then shrinking several times as if they were going to burst.
“I heard rumors that Gwisalchang and Tacheon died, but I didn’t know that the main character was actually Raon!”
Muston’s hands trembled as he held the letter in astonishment.
“And a thousand horses on top of that, that’s really crazy… .”
He barely managed to catch his breath as he recited the shocking facts in his brief letter.
“It’s funny how you write such amazing stories one after another and then worry about your teacher’s health at the end.”
Muston snickered as he read the last sentence of the letter: ‘I’ll visit you soon, Grandpa. Stay healthy.’
“Because he’s a very affectionate guy.”
After carefully placing the letter Muston had given him in his arms, Rektar drew the smile of his grandfather full of affection.
“When I first saw Raon, there wasn’t much difference between us, but how did the distance between us grow so much…?”
Muston respects Raon, but he is disappointed by his growth, saying it is beyond his understanding.
“It is right to let a child like Raon go without thinking about catching up.”
Rector shook his head, remembering Raon’s talent for imitating his opponent’s ignorance.
“You too have talent that wouldn’t be strange if you were called a genius, so keep working hard like you are doing now.”
He waved his hand and told Muston to focus only on his own mind and learning.
“I know, don’t worry!”
Muston smiled without any worries, saying that he no longer felt jealous or envious.
“Then I guess I should reply too.”
Rectar wrote a letter to Raon on the spot.
“T, Master! Me too! Please tell me my story too!”
Muston waved, asking only to say hello.
“I already wrote it down.”
Rector waved his finger as if to tell her not to worry, then tied the letter he had written himself to the swallow’s ankle.
Paaaaak!
It was when the black swallow nodded its head once and flew up into the sunset sky.
Paaaaah!
A white hawk swooped down from the west like lightning and snatched the swallow by the collar.
Phew!
The swallow screamed and struggled, but the white hawk did not relax its talons as if it was determined to kill it.
“What is this….”
Rectar frowned. The swallow sent by Raon was a special spirit, but it was surprising that it was caught in the eagle’s talons without being able to use any force.
Tch.
As Rektar clicked his tongue and reached out, the white falcon was sucked into his grasp.
Thud thud!
Rectar twisted his wrist and broke the neck of the white hawk that was trying to kill the swallow.
Phew.
Only then did the swallow break free from the hawk’s talons and let out a thin breath.
“Can you go?”
Phew.
When Rector looked at him with concern, the swallow let out a small cry as if everything was okay and flew back up into the sky.
“S, Master.”
Muston swallowed dryly, pointing to the dead white falcon.
“Open the letter here.”
He shook his chin as he looked at the black letter tied to the white eagle’s leg.
“How come no one knows about this place…?”
Muston chewed his lips as if he didn’t understand.
“at last….”
Rectar let out a heavy breath as he looked at the Robert family crest engraved at the end of the letter.
“It’s come.”
