Chapter 412
Raon bit the inside of his cheek. It felt like my heart was splitting at the cool gaze of the sword demon, but I endured it by operating the ring of fire.
‘This person is real.’
It wasn’t raising momentum or using an aura. To create such pressure with just his presence, the nickname of the sword demon that trembled the entire continent was not a lie.
‘but… .’
What are the eyes in the middle?
Even though the Sword Demon was in an overwhelming position in every way, not just in terms of power and mental strength, his eyes seemed to be swaying thinly as if he had thrown a stone into a lake.
“The momentum and confidence are not lacking for the nickname White Sword Dragon.”
The Sword Demon nodded. His eyes didn’t shake at all, as if he had placed a rock on top of him, unlike a moment ago.
“Good. I will accept that bet.”
“Not even a bet.”
Raon looked at the Sword Demon and shook his head.
“I just wanted to see the sword of my senior as a junior who walks the path of the sword.”
“Leaving aside all the arrogance, you speak well!”
Muston glared at me with ferocious eyes like a beast seeking prey.
“Your sword will never touch Master. It will end right in front of me.”
He took away the courtesy he had kept and gnashed his teeth while talking rudely.
“Isn’t that something that can only be known by putting swords together?”
Raon met Muston’s bloody eyes and smiled lightly.
‘I’m sorry, but I can’t use this great opportunity just for you.’
Muston doesn’t have a reputation yet, but he has a weapon worthy of the name of a disciple of a sword demon. He will get a lot out of fighting him.
But at this point, it was clear that meeting the sword demon even once would give him a much deeper understanding.
I wasn’t ignoring Muston, I just wanted to take a better chance.
“good night. pull out the sword Right Now… .”
“stop.”
As Muston was about to grab the sword, the Blademaster raised his hand.
“This is not perfect yet.”
With just one look, he knew that Raon’s powers hadn’t fully recovered.
“Will that be enough in two days?”
“yes.”
Thanks to the increased level of indolence, he could recover in a day, but he nodded his head because he needed time to adapt to the increased power.
“Then I’ll see you two days later at noon.”
The Sword Demon immediately turned around and went back to the inn.
Muston didn’t follow the sword demon, but glared at Raon and chewed his lips.
“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 Demon.
Raon looked at Muston and narrowed his eyes.
‘Why are you so angry?’
It’s not just because I applied for sparring with the Sword Demon.
Muston had given him a sharp look from the first meeting, and even now there was an unconcealed malice in his tone.
‘It’s clear that he hated me even before we met face to face.’
I’ve never met him, so I couldn’t understand why he reacted like that.
-Are you jealous?
He snorted, saying that Lars is human and doesn’t know the feelings of others.
-Anyway, you’re not human.
‘jealousy? Why are you jealous of me?’
I couldn’t understand that he was jealous of others while being in a position that anyone who was a disciple of a sword demon could envy.
– Jealousy is one of the ugly human instincts. The reason doesn’t matter.
Lars muttered that it must be a trivial reason, so let’s wash up quickly and go eat.
‘Be jealous… .’
Maybe not.
Humans have a hard time understanding their own emotions. He also thought that he might not know why he was angry.
‘Still, thanks to that, I got a chance to fight against the Sword Demon.’
After washing his mud-stained hands and face, Raon headed towards the main street where the festival was in progress.
A lot of time had already passed and the people who were drunk were enjoying the festival by scattering here and there.
At the long table Dorian took out, not only the gwangpungdan, but also Milland, Borini Keaton, Morel, and Trevin came and had a drink.
‘All gathered.’
Raon approached the table with a faint smile.
“Where the hell are you wandering around like that?”
Rimmer, whose face turned red from how much he had drunk, frowned.
“You don’t have to come and pour a drink for this sober drinker!”
“yes. yes.”
Ignoring the drunken man, he went over to Milland and sat down.
“My lord. Thank you for your help.”
Pouring a drink into Milland’s empty glass, he nodded.
“How many times have you said that?”
Milland shook his head as he took the glass.
“It’s nothing compared to what you guys did for the lower part.”
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He grinned, saying that all the knights and swordsmen of Habunseong who came here participated voluntarily.
Hearing that everyone came voluntarily made my heart flutter. It was a pleasant pounding without any discomfort.
Milland lightly tapped his shoulder as if he knew the sensation.
“Our Owen is the same.”
Borini Keaton put down the fork and smiled.
“If Raon-nim hadn’t stepped in, Owen would have been dishonored for holding the Six Emperors meeting and failing to stop Fallen. He saved both people and honor, and that grace is hard to repay with anything.”
He lowered his head, saying that it would not be enough to pay for it for the rest of his life.
“In addition, this time was a battle with ghosts trying to cross the continent. Rather, thank you for giving me and the drivers a good experience.”
Borini Keaton smiled softly, telling me not to take this as a favor.
“Isn’t it? Prince?”
“Yes? ah! yes! of course!”
The three princes looked at Martha, who was sipping a drink, and answered puzzledly.
“hey! Why are you flirting with me from earlier!”
“Huh!”
When Martha lost her temper, the three princes pretended not to see and turned their heads away.
– Yaaaaaa!
When Raon laughed at that scene, Lars jumped out and grabbed him by the collar.
– Stop talking! Please stop talking and eat!
Lars screamed, “Why are you opening your mouth when you’re full of food?”
‘What do you want to eat first?’
-From the pie right in front of you!
I nodded and put the blueberry pie that Lars had been crying out for so badly into his mouth.
Wasak.
The crispiness of the multi-layered pastries and the sweet and sour taste of the blueberries fill your mouth.
The savory taste of the small sprinkled almond flakes decorates the end, and the satisfaction rises with just one bite.
‘It’s fine.’
It was an understandable taste that Lars begged to eat.
-Turn off… .
As soon as Lars finished eating the pie, tears fell like chicken droppings.
‘Is it that delicious?’
-It’s not all about being delicious, I can’t help but cry when I think of the hardships the king has suffered so far!
The guy tapped his shoulder, saying that he was proud of himself for having suffered under a vicious human being.
-Now the next one! Bring forward the grape jam-covered sandwiches and the roast duck!
Lars shouted the name of the dish as if he heard a rumor. With a smile, he granted all his requests.
– Kheup!
Ras, who had become a tadpole, lay down and gave a satisfied smile.
– This is living!
Leaving Lars blinking from hunger, Raon approached Morel and poured wine into his empty glass.
“I don’t like all of them, but one wine is fine.”
Morel licked his lips, saying he could come back for the wine.
“Looks like you fit in your mouth.”
“Because Aryan family wine is not something you can get with money.”
He raised his gaze with his glass.
“You still don’t want to tell me?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m curious about how you put a leash on our crazy princess.”
“It’s a leash. She just promised that the princess would do a few favours.”
Raon smiled lightly and shook his head.
“Well, that doesn’t matter.”
Morel drank wine.
“Because it is enough for that idiot to kneel down and beg for me.”
He had seen Princess Jaina since he was a child, but he rolled up his mouth saying that it was the first time that her stiff head was bent.
“thank god.”
Raon laughed. Jaina couldn’t have endured being inside the kingdom, so Morel’s reaction was only natural.
After clinking glasses with Morel, Raon went to the table where the iron belts were gathered and sat next to Trevin.
“Are you enjoying the festival?”
“Not bad.”
Trevin nodded, saying that the food and drink were worth acquiring.
“anyway.”
Although he is not honest, he is a person with a lot of affection. In many ways, he was a person who did not fit in with Sieghardt’s direct lineage.
“Thank you for coming.”
“I was just bored.”
Trevin said he had nothing to do and wiped his hands.
“Our lord is there again.”
“While making a fuss about going to get him right away.”
“Let’s be a little honest.”
“How long are you going to be there?”
“Shut up!”
Trevin hit the table with his face flushed at the murmurs of the swordsmen.
“There is no need to talk like that between family prosecutors. never mind.”
Trevin said that and drank his glass.
Raon’s fingertips trembled as he watched Trevin continue to drink.
‘There is no need to say such things between family swordsmen… .’
If another direct descendant had said that, they would have laughed.
But when Trevin, who had come to rescue Gwangpungdan without paying anything, said that, a loud beating rang in his chest.
‘That’s what I want to remember.’
As Trevin said, the role of a family is to go to find Gasol regardless of the situation or circumstances.
If I had to create a family later, I wanted to establish it as a place with such trust.
“thank you.”
Raon bowed his head once more to Trevin and Iron Guard and sat down at the table.
-Yes?
Lars, who was hanging on his shoulder like laundry, lifted his face above his bloated stomach.
– Is it the second match? The king can eat more!
‘I think my stomach will burst?’
-what are you talking about! If you have room in your stomach, you might cram Nadine’s bread in! Need more filling!
‘Ehh… .’
Raon shook his head and put the food he hadn’t eaten yet on his plate.
“Then why are you here so late?”
Martha, who glared at the three princes and started drinking again, asked.
“I know. It takes a long time 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 could give him a blanket and asked if he had slept on the street.
“That’s not it, I met the Sword Demon and his disciple.”
“Why those people?”
“Somehow. It’s been sparring.”
“Dalian?”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Not only the Gwangpungdan, but also the warriors of other factions stood up and opened their mouths.
“that is… .”
Raon briefly explained what had happened at the well.
“Spar with the Sword Demon… .”
“It’s a surprise!”
“That’s not an ordinary gig. Because he is the head of the five great swordsmen and a master of swords.”
“Boo, I envy you… .”
People licked their lips in envy of Raon, who would have a sparring with the Sword Demon.
“No. First of all, you have to break that person’s disciple.”
“Your momentum isn’t normal.”
“Just by looking at his eyes, he was a master.”
“As a disciple of the Sword Demon, it is difficult to judge by the realm. It will be many times stronger than the same realm.”
“Still, Raon wins.”
“Then you didn’t get the nickname White Sword Dragon by gambling.”
Everyone started clinking glasses and predicting who would win the match.
“Hmm!”
Rimer’s eyes, which were drinking quietly, sparkled like starlight.
“Dalian… .”
He quietly rose from the table with a glass of wine in his hand.
“I must prepare too.”
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Raon stood up holding the jecheon sword that he had draped across the table. He cupped his fist with his right hand and nodded.
‘All is well.’
He recovered his body through a day’s rest, and adapted to his current body and aura through a day’s training. I was convinced that my physical condition had reached its peak.
– What is perfect?
I looked around at the sneer I heard from Lars. The plump cotton candy was smirking.
After two days of nutritional supplementation for recovery, he ate all the food he wanted to eat, and he looked like that.
-Do not apply to the disciples of that inspiration, do your best.
‘I still think so.’
Because I need to get stronger faster.
The sparring with his father was only a year and a half away. There would be something to be gained by dealing with Muston, but I wanted to go to a higher place by facing sword demons.
Raon put on his combat uniform, put on his sword on his waist, and left the dorm.
As word about Dalian spread today, a food market was opened as if the festival from two days before had continued, and many people gathered around the gymnasium.
‘It’s like a festival.’
It was unexpected, but it seemed that the people of the Aryan family were getting a little more vitality through this sparring.
-There’s chicken skewers over there! Chicken skewers grilled with mud are not common! let’s go eat!
Lars flicked his tongue at the mud-grilled chicken skewers sold at the stall to the right.
‘I’m going to fight now… .’
-Originally, you have to fill your stomach to fight properly!
‘You ate.’
-You have to eat a snack to be able to say you’ve eaten!
Raon looked at Lars with an absurd look and sighed. I don’t know what happened to him, his anger gradually diminishing, and his appetite for food only increases.
The insectivore lord.
No matter how you think about it, this is the wrong character. I wanted to meet the man who gave him the name Lord of Wrath.
-let’s hurry!
‘No thanks.’
Raon slashed the clinging Lass and headed to the center of the castle where the battleground was located while looking at the stalls.
“Give me a beer!”
“I even popcorn!”
“Hey, I can’t wait to see who will win today.”
“Ah, why ask for that? Of course you are a benefactor!”
“But you are a disciple of the Five Great Swordsman Sword Demon! That one is too old!”
“It is clear that this is not an ordinary skill.”
People enjoyed their food and talked about who would win today in Dalian.
“hmm?”
On my way to the training ground, I saw a large stall with many people gathered.
“I’ll bet on our benefactor Raon!”
“me too! Of course I should bet on my benefactor!”
“But even a prosecutor named Muston wasn’t kidding. Your eyes are the eyes of a beast!”
“Well, if you were a sword demon, you would have raised your apprentice properly.”
I saw gold and silver coins pouring over the stalls. It seemed like a gambling board.
‘There must be a gambling board, of course.’
In sparring where it is difficult to know the outcome, the gambling board naturally follows. That place was also part of a festival, so there was no need to touch it.
‘Do you think the sweet lord is here too?’
– There’s no way a dung fly would just pass by poop.
‘but.’
Of course, I thought that the crazy elf was there too, so I tried to find it, but mysteriously, I couldn’t find him.
‘Have you already bet money and lost?’
I thought that Rimer would bet based on the multiplier, but it seemed that he bet first and then fell out. I was just about to pass by when I heard a familiar voice from inside the stall.
“Ugh! You don’t know. It was me, not Raon, that ended this war. No one knows who won or lost!”
He turned his gaze back to the stall at the high-pitched voice.
A red-haired elf stood in the seat where the owner was supposed to be, smiling.
-… … .
‘… … .’
Raon and Lars opened their mouths as they watched Rimer set up a gambling den.
Where the hell is that elf going?
