Episode 1044
“Phew… .”
Rector took his teacup and let out a heavy sigh.
‘Things aren’t going well.’
Darkan had been praising Raon’s talent since they first met, so he thought he would listen to what he had to say, but he was frustrated that he was not getting any enlightenment, so he didn’t even give him a chance to open his mouth.
‘There was enough for a week.’
I waited for a week, watching Darkhan, at Raon’s suggestion, but it felt like a waste of time.
Percussion.
Rector put his empty teacup down on the table and stood up.
‘I guess I should tell them to go back.’
It would be a great help if Darkhan could stop Derus Robert, but given the current situation, it seemed unlikely that would happen.
It would have been better to go back quickly and think of another plan rather than waste time on something that had no chance.
‘I guess it’s still there.’
Rectar left the teahouse, recalling the alley where Raon and Darkan had been in the morning.
As I was entering the alley of the royal capital, trying to think of something to persuade Raon, I heard a thick voice from afar.
“Hey, just give me a penny!”
It’s Darkhan. He was begging for alms from the people in a lower tone of voice than before.
“Don’t cling to me.”
A wealthy-looking middle-aged man frowned and threw me a silver coin from his pocket.
‘What’s going on?’
Rectar’s eyes widened as he watched Darkhan successfully beg.
‘It almost never works.’
Darkhan’s success rate was so low that he could beg all day without getting a single coin.
Although he was wearing a blindfold, he acted as if he could see, and since his muscles were as large as a general’s, it was not particularly strange for him to fail at begging.
‘Am I lucky today?’
Darkhan also received a silver coin from a young woman dressed as a nobleman.
“Go, thank you!”
Darkhan carefully hugged the silver coins that had fallen to the ground and buried his head in the noblewoman’s.
‘No, now that I look at it….’
It seems like your gestures have changed?
The old Darkhan would stretch his broad shoulders and back and extend his hands in a threatening manner when begging.
The beggars and thugs of this neighborhood knew about him and treated him like a punching bag that they could tease whenever they wanted, but ordinary people couldn’t help but be scared by his appearance.
But now, Darkhan had his knees apart, his shoulders narrowed, and his back bent. Looking at him like that, his large size made him look even more pitiful.
‘You succeeded again?’
He wasn’t the only one who thought that way, as there were quite a few people who threw money at him.
‘Have you achieved enlightenment?’
If Darkhan had been acting like a beggar until the morning, he was now a real beggar, knocking on a broken bowl. It seemed like he had gained enlightenment about human life in a split second.
‘Then maybe they’ll listen to our story… .’
It was when Rektar approached Darkhan with anticipation.
“That’s not it!”
Next to Darkhan, a young man with the words ‘beggar’ engraved on his face appeared and hit him on the back of the head.
“Angle! The angle of your hand has widened!”
The beggar boy spread out his hands and showed Darkhan the begging posture.
“If you had kept your right and left hands at a 45 degree angle like I do now, you would have gotten a gold coin, not a silver coin!”
He stretched out both hands in front of Darkhan’s eyeless face, telling him to look and feel properly.
“The shaking is too artificial. I told you to shake at different beats as if you were sick!”
The beggar youth kicked Darkhan in the back as if to tell him to try again and pushed him into the alley.
“Please, just give me a penny….”
Darkhan seemed impressed by the beggar boy’s words and began begging again. Seeing his trembling fingers spread at a 45-degree angle, his hands unconsciously reached into his pockets.
‘What, what is it…?’
Is that a charm spell? He really looks pitiful.
Even though I knew that Darkhan’s true identity was the Black Night Sword God, I felt sorry for him and wanted to give him money.
‘Oh, how did this happen… .’
The beggar youth who had been teaching Darkhan let out a faint laugh as he shook his head in laughter.
“uh…?”
Rektar looked at the beggar youth and his mouth fell open.
‘Seo, could it be Raon?’
Although he was wearing a different disguise than in the morning, the beggar youth was definitely Raon.
“It was okay. But there are still some shortcomings.”
Raon clicked his tongue as if he felt sorry about one thing.
“You’re blind, right? Then you shouldn’t pick up or accept money right away. If you drop the money on the ground and pretend to find it, you’ll look even more pitiful.”
“I see! That’s right!”
Darkan clasped his hands together with Raon as if he had learned something new. It was a polite gesture, as if he was truly looking to him as a teacher.
“Then let’s try again.”
“Okay. Beg to express what you feel.”
“okay!”
Raon nodded and stepped back, and Darkan stepped forward again and began begging.
“Please, just give me a penny….”
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As Darkhan flinched and staggered about as if he had truly gone blind, people passing by the royal capital threw him silver coins.
“Go, thank you!”
He remembered Raon’s words, and instead of picking up the money right away, he swept the floor with his palm.
“omg!”
Without realizing it, Rectar threw the silver coin he had on his finger to Darkhan.
However, he was not the only one who felt pity for Darkhan.
The people watching Darkhan seemed to think he was truly blind, so they took out the money in their pockets and carefully handed it to him.
“Go, thank you.”
Darkhan shed tears from his empty eyes, seeming to revel in becoming a true beggar.
“Hmm!”
Raon nodded his chin vigorously as if he was proud of the sight.
“her….”
Rector narrowed his eyes as he looked at his former boss, who was content with his begging ways, and his grandson, who was proud of teaching him how to beg.
“Am I dreaming right now?”
That too as a nightmare?
***
“so….”
Rectar let out a hollow laugh, as if he found it ridiculous.
“You taught Darkhan how to beg?”
“yes.”
Raon nodded, taking off the rags that even a beggar would not wear.
“At first I thought he was talking nonsense….”
Darkhan turned his head to Raon with a soft smile.
“That kid was definitely right.”
He placed his worn-out hand on his chest and let out a low breath.
“I acted like a beggar, but my soul was always that of the Black Night Swordsman. Even if I was trampled by other beggars and ignored by gamblers, I had peace of mind knowing that I could always kill them.”
Darkhan clasped his hands together in front of him and laughed at his former self.
“But that doesn’t change anything. It’s just a waste of time, literally exhausting your body and mind. I felt like I was on the wrong path myself, but I didn’t know what to change, so I just sat there and that guy said that.”
He pointed to himself and lowered his chin heavily.
“‘Don’t make fun of beggars.’ That’s when I realized I was doing something in vain.”
Darkhan smiled faintly, saying that those words had helped him change his mind.
“Right now, I feel like I’ve really become a beggar. I feel uneasy, like I have to worry about tomorrow’s meal. This must be the life of a true beggar.”
Darkhan froze, saying that although his heart was uncomfortable, the unpleasantness that had been tickling his mind had disappeared.
-her….
Lars blinked as if he found it ridiculous.
-You can attain enlightenment by learning how to beg? Does that make sense?
The guy shook his head, saying he couldn’t understand.
“S, no way… .”
Rectar swallowed dry saliva as he looked at the frozen Darkhan.
“That’s a realization. It probably won’t take long.”
Raon nodded calmly, wiping the charcoal stains off his face.
“No, you. So, uh… .”
Rector stammered, as if he was unsure of what to ask first.
“How do you know so much about beggars?”
He nodded, saying that he would eventually have to start with the question about the beggar.
“Acquired during an intelligence gathering mission.”
Raon waved his hand, saying it was nothing.
“Because all the rumors of the world reach the ears of beggars.”
For gathering information and posing as an assassin, there was no better job than that of a beggar.
Since a beggar was a being that was not strange no matter when, where, or how he was, he sincerely taught how to act like a beggar even in the shadows.
However, since I couldn’t bring up things from my past life, I could only say that I learned it during the mission.
“… I see.”
Rector nodded, not completely convinced, but with some degree of confidence.
“then….”
“ha!”
As he was about to open his mouth again, Darkhan let out a muffled breath.
“Now… .”
Darkhan clenched his fists and brushed back the hair that had fallen over his blindfold.
“My head feels refreshed, as if I’ve been doused with cold water. The very worries have flown away.”
He smiled faintly, saying that he had come to an important realization.
“Thanks to you. Raon Sieghart.”
Darkhan is a sword-crazy eccentric, but he bows his head to me like a man.
“It’s nothing.”
Raon shook his chin calmly.
‘I was a little annoyed so I moved… .’
This is how things turn out.
I am not a god, and I did not calculate all these situations and move accordingly.
I didn’t like Darkhan’s clumsy beggar acting, so I just taught him a little bit, but he followed along better than I expected, so I was able to relieve my stress.
“Now tell me. What do you want from me?”
Darkhan snapped his fingers. Judging by the ease in his voice, he seemed like he would listen to most people.
“Before I ask you a favor, I have something to ask you. What do you think of Sima?”
Before asking to stop Delus, Raon brought up Sima’s name first.
“sir?”
Darkhan took a quick sip.
“I don’t have any feelings for them right now. I just think they’re pathetic.”
He shook his head, saying that he had neither good nor bad intentions.
“To the Heavenly Horse too?”
“I know he’s strong, but he’s not a prosecutor.”
Darkhan snorted, saying that even if he was a Heavenly Demon, he wasn’t interested because he wasn’t a swordsman. I couldn’t help but think that he was really crazy about swords.
“Then I guess I can ask you a favor.”
Raon nodded while looking at Darkan’s blindfold.
“Derus Robert will soon move to attack the Emperor. Can you stop him?”
“Derrus Robert?”
Darkhan scratched the bridge of his nose as he muttered Derus’ name.
“Yes. At this point, the only ones who can stop Delus are you and the King of Destruction.”
“He became that strong?”
He opened his mouth wide as if he was amazed.
“I can’t read the force.”
Rectar frowned, saying that things were completely different than before.
“Even you, as you are now, might not be able to win.”
He chewed his lip slightly as he said that he couldn’t predict the outcome.
“Please. Stop Derus Robert.”
Raon bowed his head to Darkhan.
“I know your ultimate goal is your grandfather. But since one of you will die in that fight, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get a taste first.”
“no….”
Darkhan waved his finger at himself. As expected, it didn’t seem to be working.
“If that’s the case, then speak up quickly!”
He shook his head as if to ask why I didn’t say anything first.
“If only I had told you that Delus had become that strong, you would have offered to fight me right away.”
Darkhan shrugged his shoulders as if to ask why he didn’t say anything first.
“No, you stopped me from speaking!”
Rector covered his mouth with his mouth wide open and stamped his foot, asking what he was talking about.
“Was it so?”
Darkhan scratched the back of his head, as if he had forgotten what he had said and done.
“Well, let’s forget about the past. I’ll stop Derus.”
He nodded, saying he would grant the request with surprising speed.
“and….”
Darkhan looked at himself and tapped his temple.
“I will give you a little lesson too.”
“teaching?”
Raon lowered his eyebrows slightly.
“What does that mean…?”
“I love trading. You’ve taught me so much, so it’s only right that I return the favor.”
Darkhan smiled, saying he simply wanted to repay what he had received.
“Let me show you your swordsmanship.”
He nodded, saying that he would watch his swordsmanship.
“It probably wasn’t that big of an epiphany, was it?”
“When you reach my level, even the smallest enlightenment becomes precious. What you have done is by no means small.”
Normally, one would belittle what others have done for him, but Darkhan acknowledged what he had done beyond its own merits.
“What are you stuck on these days?”
Darkhan spread his arms as if he would listen to everything.
“hmm….”
Raon hesitated and then slowly opened his lips.
“I think the power of the Heart Sword is weaker than I thought.”
“uh…?”
Darkhan stood there blankly, then let out a gasp.
“Poem, the Heart Sword? You have ascended to the realm of the Heart Sword?”
He shook his chin as if he had no idea.
“Yes. But I need to borrow the power of this sword.”
Leon pulled out his soul sword, saying he couldn’t do it alone yet.
“Then you should have spoken first! If we were prosecutors walking the same path, I would have listened to the whole story!”
Darkhan nodded, asking why he didn’t speak first.
“No, you didn’t listen!”
Laon shouted at Darkhan just like Rectar did.
-Haa, the King was wrong again.
Ras grabbed his head as he listened to the conversation between himself and Darkan.
-He’s on the same level as you. You’re both just crazy!
***
The back alleys of the Oscott Kingdom.
“What kind of teachings are you going to give me?”
Raon stood facing Darkhan in front of the remains of a building bathed in moonlight.
“From now on, I will shoot a sword at you.”
Darkhan grabbed the air with his right hand as if he were holding a sword.
“You try to defend yourself with your sword.”
He raised his head haughtily as if to say, “Do your best to block it.”
“for a moment!”
Rectar raised his hand to Darkhan.
“Laon has only recently reached the level of the Heart Sword. He is not in a position to block your sword.”
He shook his head as if to tell me to stop.
“That guy can’t even use the Heart Sword alone, so the difference in strength is obvious.”
Darkhan looked at Rektar and smirked.
“But what you’re thinking won’t happen. My current state of mind is special.”
He waved his hand as if to say there was no need to worry.
“As Darkhan, I lie as easily as I eat, but as an inspector, I never break my promises.”
Darkhan nodded as if to say that he could trust him.
“grandfather.”
Raon smiled faintly as he looked at Rectar.
“It’ll be okay.”
I told him to wait and took a step closer to Darkhan.
“Let’s start.”
He pulled out the Jinhon Sword and held it in his hand, gritting his teeth.
“It’s a good mindset.”
Darkhan raised his eyebrows and extended his hand holding the invisible sword.
Phew!
Although there was not even a slight breeze, a terrible murderous intent surged toward his soul like a typhoon. It was a wave of the heart sword that Darkhan had fired.
Bam!
Raon chewed his molars and connected the resentment contained in the Jinhon Sword with his own soul.
Just as rivers gather to form a sea, souls of different colors mingle and forge sharper swords of the soul.
‘now!’
Raon swung his own sword towards Darkhan’s fiercely charging heart sword.
Chaaaaah!
Sword against sword. Soul against soul, the sound of thousands of windows breaking echoed.
Kuuuuung!
I closed my eyes for a moment due to the tremendous waves, and when I opened them, the whole world had changed.
“This is….”
In the back alley that looked like ruins, a wide, gray space with no end in sight spread out before him.
“Welcome.”
Darkhan, standing in the center of the gray space, looked down at himself and curled his lips.
“What has come to my heart.”
