Episode 886
Yes?”
Raon looked at Balkan and Kubelad again, blinking.
“Would you like to look at my sword first?” “Yes. With all these good materials together, it would be a shame to leave them like this.”
Balkan nodded as he examined the dragon bones, teeth, and claws that filled the workshop.
“Using teeth, bones, claws, and scales, I will forge a sword that will never break.”
He clenched his fist, declaring that he would make the Gyecheon Sword even stronger this time.
“Since you made the Gyecheon sword right out of training, it’s time to perfect it a bit.”
Balkan pointed out that this was an ideal opportunity as his eyes lit up with anticipation.
“I agree.”
Kubelad stood beside Balkan in agreement.
“As I mentioned before, the Jinhon sword is not initially intended for battle. Since you use it as a weapon, I would also like to refine it a bit.”
He turned his thick wrist to sharpen Jinhon’s energy more effectively.
“If they are willing to take a look, I see no reason to refuse.”
Raon smiled slightly as he looked at Balkan and Kubelad.
“The sword will not break.”
If an artisan from another continent had said that, Raon would definitely have refused.
Even if someone is very skilled, touching the sword made by someone else can cause damage.
However, Balkan made the Gyecheon sword and Kubelad made the Jinhon sword directly.
These two people could perfectly adjust the Gyecheon and Jinhon swords to his current state.
“Can I join you?”
Borgos pointed towards the windsaw hidden inside the Black Dragon’s Fang,
“Are you thinking of getting it repaired?”
“No. There are other things besides.”
Borgos pointed to Reimer’s saber hanging at his right hip.
“It is…!”
“Could elves who know how to carve or grow trees make the Walnut saber? It is undoubtedly the work of our ancestors.”
He says this while announcing that his ancestor made Reimer’s saber by twisting his mouth.
“Walnut…!”
Raon grabbed Reimer’s saber, biting his lips lightly.
“That was his name.”
Until now it has been called Reimer’s saber or leaf saber, but its original name was obviously Walnut.
It was also typical of Reimer to leave without revealing the name of the sword.
“You didn’t know the name?”
Borgos shrugged his shoulders in disbelief.
“It wasn’t really my sword in the first place.” “Ah, I see. He said he was leaving with the sword.” He sighed heavily, now understanding everything.
“I understand your affection, Borgos, but this sword is not mine, I just kept it for now, that would be embarrassing.”
Raon mentioned that he had to get Sterin’s permission by lowering his head.
“It should be fine. I regularly maintained the Walnut Tree’s saber during his stay in Sephia.”
Borgos spat, saying that if he had enough materials, he would have fixed it by now.
“I talked to Sterin about it, so it should be okay. If you’re not sure, I’ll send him a letter now.”
He begged him to believe in him by tapping him on the chest.
“You can trust him.”
Balkan smiled as he looked at Borgos.
Borgos lifted his short leg and squeezed between Raon, Balkan, and Kubelad.
“Master Borgos?”
“Dwarves don’t lie when it comes to smithing.”
Raon looked at Borgos, eyes wide.
“Where were you going to fit in? You didn’t even make your own weapon.”
Balkan signaled to calm down, waving his hand.
“I have a weapon. I made a dagger for Ian.”
He tapped his finger to tell her to give it to him once.
“Okay. If we let him look at this sword continuously, he will be able to use it easily.”
Kubelad nodded as if telling Borgos to believe him.
“All right.”
Raon opened the three swords he carried at his waist after quickly trying each one.
“I’ll leave you then.”
He entrusted the sword Gyecheon to Balkan, the sword Jinhon to Kubelad, and finally, the blade of Moknyul to Borgos as he bid them farewell.
“Wait a while, I’ll turn them into swords to strengthen your goals.”
Balkan promised to fulfill their expectations by patting his shoulder.
“As for me, I plan to adjust the Jin Hong’s inner spirits to move more smoothly. With your current power, you should be able to fully control the strength of the spirits.”
Kubelad expressed that the Jin Hong would undergo significant changes.
“I’m going to make something evil for you. So that anyone can wield it.”
Borgos lowered his lower lip, expressing emotions captured for integration into the sword.
Although the skills of artisans from the three continents seemed equal, their forging methods were very different.
“Can I bet now?”
Borgos raised his finger.
“On who will produce the most outstanding work.”
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He looked up questioningly.
“Do you have any doubts?”
Borgos teased Kubelad with a huff.
“Are people talking about me! I’m Kubelad!”
“That’s all well and good, but when are you going to make our swords?”
Marta scratched her nose as if to say that if she touched all of Raon’s swords, what would she do.
“You don’t need to worry.”
Palentun nodded.
“With competition, we will continue to produce good pieces.”
He smiled as he said that a crop of Ming-grade weapon parts and equipment was knocked down.
“They’ll be back soon, so we might as well separate the materials now.”
“You’re absolutely right. Let’s go quickly.”
Palentun and the leader of Mirton called the craftsmen to begin preparing the materials.
Since the leaders appeared to be on good terms, the artisans of Mirton and the dwarves of the Gray Hammer Guild, although meeting for the first time, immediately joined in to assist with the work.
“Hey..”
Lunan approached Mirton’s storekeeper who was moving the dragon bones and scales.
“Oh, Lunan. It’s been a long time.”
The leader apologized for the delay and greeted Lunan.
“Thank you for the sword. Continue to take care of it.”
Lunan took out the Zhuroa to show him before nodding.
“Glad to hear that. But you’ll be able to use a better sword now.”
The leader laughed and said that one of the three artisans would make a high-quality blade.
Kubelad slammed his foot after clearing his calm look. He also seemed to be hiding a fiery side.
“Not bad.”
Balkan nodded as if in agreement.
“With the components in place, we can expect interesting results.”
He took out six iron components and halved them.
“The deadline is one week. Is that okay with you?”
“Of course.”
“That’s enough.”
The three artisans went to work in separate workshops once they had gathered the necessary materials.
“Um, are master craftsmen really master craftsmen?”
“Reject that idea.”
Lunan shook his head.
“Really?”
“Ask the boss to do it.”
She asked to adjust the sword without changing her ownership.
“Are you serious?”
The head of Mirton was astonished.
“There is no need to worry.”
Borgos lowered his hand.
“The competition begins when they start forging world-famous swords for us. Are you giving them the responsibility to stick to that?” “Yes.”
Without any hesitation, Lunan simply nodded.
“Okay. Think twice. I’m confident in my skills, but I’m not like them.”
Borgos expressed dismay at the childish rivalry of the three craftsmen.
“They seem to be having fun.”
Lunan nodded as if they were sharing a child’s game.
The leader said it wasn’t a second chance and put his hand down.
“It suits me perfectly. I also included materials similar to Raon’s.”
Lunan nodded as he said his selpung matched Raon’s Gyecheon sword.
“It’s a gift from my father, I don’t want to change it.”
She mentioned that she wanted to continue using the gift Suillon gave.
“Assorted…”
The leader laughed softly, nodding his head.
“Since the materials are shared, we can see things that way. Agreed.
He pursed his lips as he looked at the materials in his hand.
“I will do my best not to be left behind by these three artisans.”
The Mirton leader nodded with satisfaction as he received Lunan’s selpung.
From his red gaze, one could feel his desire to compete with artisans from three continents.
“Alright me too…”
Dorian, as soon as he saw Lunan’s decision, headed towards where the artisans of the Gray Hammer Guild were located.
“Good morning!”
“What is happening?”
Palentun nodded while holding a bone larger than his body in his arms.
Raon gripped his sword tightly as he looked at Marta, his eyes narrowed tightly.
“Now that I think about it, Deneer isn’t here today.”
Deneer not returning from his mission, instead of relieving himself, a growing anxiety overcame him.
It seemed like he would continue to feel these emotions until he knew exactly whether they were friend or foe.
“Pff!”
Las hit Raon in the shoulder.
“Aren’t we going to wait here forever?”
“Sure, we’ll go now.”
Raon gave a slight smile, erasing all traces of the sinister.
“If you don’t go, you risk getting scolded by your sister.”
“I have something to say to this person.”
Raon left a message as soon as the evaluation was complete, then returned to the Ziglhart.
Dorian approached Borgos’ assistant, carefully transferring the scales.
“What can I do for you?”
Borgos’ assistant blinked at Dorian.
“Yes. Can you also make my sword this time?”
Dorian stood in front of Borgos’ assistant, head-butting.
“Oh…”
Borgos’ assistant was stunned by Dorian’s proposal.
“No, I’m really far from your skills…”
He said he was well below the leader of Mirton and lowered his head.
“It’s nothing.”
Dorian smiled slightly while holding the sword.
“Rah!”
Las pointed at the dark pavilion, sharpening his blade. Having gone into town, it was late now! He didn’t have time to eat well all day!
He groaned, shaking his head as he missed both lunch and dinner.
“Now, with the hour getting late, there’s probably nothing left to eat…….”
Las, indicating that he had avoided the situation with Nadine, shook his head angrily.
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
Raon, opening the door to the dark wing, was greeted by the tantalizing smell of cooking.
“I heard you would be late.”
Raon held out the wine, smiling.
“Sorry, sister.”
Raon patted Sia on the back, nodding.
“Let’s go quickly! Mom and the sisters have prepared dinner.”
Guided by Sia, they entered the dining room where the table was covered with dishes still steaming.
- What is this ? It’s late, why dinner now….
Las opened his eyes wide, surprised to see dinner prepared at this hour.
“I asked Yua. She asked to make dinner later today.”
Raon waved to Yua who was standing at the back of the table.
“I didn’t know it would be this grand.”
- Oh…
Las didn’t expect such preparation and blinked.
- It’s up to you to do all this.
“I also bought some pearl ice cream. To enjoy after the meal.”
Helen indicated with a smile that she had chosen several flavors.
- Even pearl ice cream?
- Yes, we promised.
Tired, with tears in his eyes, nodded his head.
- You finally found your senses! Finally !
He seemed delighted as he nodded emphatically.
“Okay! Now I’m going to accept you as a demon!”
Las held out his arm as if to say “come quickly”.
“It’s not necessary at all…
Three days later,
Raon put on a blood-red outfit and headed towards the main building.
“Where are you going ?”
Sia, holding a sword in front of Edga and Silvia, smiled and bowed her head.
“For a meeting.”
Although Raon looked relaxed, he shook Sia’s hand as she approached with great menace.
“A meeting ?”
“Suddenly a meeting, what is the reason…
Edga and Silvia looked down, worried.
“I don’t know why either, but it seems important.”
Raon nodded. Two days earlier, he had received a call for a meeting at noon.
Not only him, but all Ziglhart executives were supposed to be there, so it was very important. Shoosh!
Las leaned on his shoulder, sighing.
- It’s the perfect time to explore great restaurants! But today I’m going to eat at the house of inspiration.
He seemed impatient more than dissatisfied.
From fine dining to street snacks, there’s no food he doesn’t like. Why did he become a lord of wrath rather than a glutton?
“Will I come too?”
Sia smiled as if to say she wanted to come too.
“It’ll be boring. You’ll just have to sit still.”
“Okay. Then I’m not coming…”
“Come back and let’s have some fun.”
Raon stroked Sia’s head and told her he would play with her.
“Don’t worry here, focus on your work.”
“Okay. Sia is here to be monitored by us.”
Silvia smiled, waving her hand, while Edga scratched her head and laughed.
“Okay. I’ll come back later.”
Raon left the main building smiling slightly.
On his way to the council chamber, he encountered many guards, all of whom bowed with tense looks.
“Hmm….”
Las watched the guards lean in deeply and laughed.
“A long time ago, people only insulted me. You have grown a lot. You have finally acquired the boldness worthy of a king.”
He nodded appreciatively. “You haven’t given up yet, have you?”
Raon looked at Las with a mischievous look.
“The king knows no abandonment! At any moment, I will devour you alive!”
Las couldn’t afford to let his skills and traits suffer without doing anything.
“Despite everything, you haven’t provoked me or attacked me lately?”
“Shhhhutt! The king is biding his time! Cheetah! Yes, like a cheetah, run after me and I will walk.”
“Oh! Okay, if that’s how you want it.”
Raon teased Las as he entered the council room.
The large, impressive door, which caused tension just looking at it, was wide open, and inside, the executives formed a queue.
As befits a reunion, unusual executives and former judges were present, taking their seats.
“Hey! My nephew!”
Baldere, leaning on an interior pillar, waved his hand.
“Come this way!”
Baldere inclined his head as if to indicate that he should stand by her side.
“Sorry, but it’s not my turn to go yet.”
Raon explained that he couldn’t go to the prearranged place.
“Hmm, wouldn’t that be the case now?”
Baldère sighed, indicating that he could have come a little earlier.
“It’s still too early.”
After politely refusing, he stood in his usual place, waiting for Glen to arrive.
When all the judges, except the executives on mission, had entered the council room, the inner room opened and Glen, Rowen and Cheryl came out.
“We salute the Lord!”
At Karun’s greeting, all the executives present in the board room knelt down and bowed their heads.
Unlike usual, Glen took the stage without asking people to stand.
He stood in front of his seat without sitting down, and bowed his head.
“Stand up.”
“Yes!”
A calm voice of order was heard, and the executives straightened up, standing straight with their heads held high. Their faces revealed unusual tension.
Glen, exuding heavy determination, reviewed Ziglhart’s frames.
It seemed like a return to the time when only the cruel reigned twenty years ago.
“The agenda for this meeting is…”
Glen’s dry gaze turned to Rowen to his right.
“Promote Gwangpungdae as Gwangpungjeon.”
He emphasized that this was the most important issue of the meeting.
“All right…?”
Raon looked up at Glen. He knew it was an important matter, but he never imagined it would concern him.
“I will continue my presentation.”
Vice Commander Chad, standing beneath Glen, bowed.
“The Gwangpungdae, after achieving transcendence, defeated Deirus Robert’s stratagem and defeated the two dragons and Eden in Saphia.”
Chad recalled Raon and Gwangpungdae’s exploits so far.
“Therefore, the assembly recognizes that Gwangpungdae has accumulated sufficient merits to be promoted to Gwangpungjeon.”
He declared that it was an indisputable merit to which everyone should adhere.
“If anyone has an objection, please raise it.”
Chad signaled the opponents to come forward by raising his hand and bowing his head.
“Hmm.”
“A bit rushed but…”
“There is no reason to object.”
“In fact, it even seems overdue when considering the merits.”
No executive raised their hand. For the most part, their expressions seemed to say that they had already come for this reason.
“Since there is no opposition, it will happen like this……” “Opposition.”
The cold voice attracted everyone’s attention at the far right. Karun stood near the pillar closest to the dais. “Karun?”
Glen frowned, visibly surprised.
“Have you finally gone mad? You asked for the meeting to be held!”
Baldere circled the finger on Karun’s forehead, frowning.
“Did you get dementia while waiting!”
