Raon bit the inside of his cheek. It felt like my heart was being torn apart by the Sword Demon’s cold gaze, but I endured it by using the ring of fire.
‘This person is real.’
It is not about raising momentum or using Aurors. To create such pressure with just his presence, the nickname “Sword Demon” that shook the entire continent was not a lie.
‘but… .’
What is the look in your eyes from time to time?
Although the Sword Demon was in an overwhelming position not only in terms of military power and mental power, but also in all aspects, his eyes seemed to be narrow, 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. Unlike before, his eyes did not waver at all, as if he were resting on a rock.
“Good. “I’ll take that bet.”
“It’s not a bet.”
Raon looked at the Sword Demon and shook his head.
“I just wanted to see my senior’s sword as a junior walking the path of the sword.”
“You’ve dropped all your arrogance and speak well!”
Muston glared at me with ferocious eyes, like a wild beast stalking its prey.
“Your sword will never touch your master. Because it will end in front of me.”
He threw away his usual sense of etiquette, spoke informally, and ground his teeth.
“Isn’t that something you can only find out by crossing swords?”
Raon faced Muston’s murderous eyes and smiled faintly.
‘I’m sorry, but I can’t just waste this great opportunity on you.’
Although Muston does not have a reputation yet, he possesses a force worthy of the name of the Sword Demon’s disciple. He will have a lot to gain by fighting him.
However, at his current level, it was clear that he would be able to gain much deeper enlightenment if he crossed swords with the Sword Demon even just once.
It wasn’t that I was ignoring Muston, I just wanted to seize a better opportunity.
“good night. Draw your sword. Right Now… .”
“stop.”
As Muston was about to grab the sword, the sword demon raised his hand.
“This isn’t perfect yet.”
He knew from just one look that Raon’s strength had not fully recovered.
“It’ll take two days, right?”
“yes.”
Thanks to the increased level of sloth, I can recover in a day, but I nod because I need time to adapt to my increased strength.
“Then we’ll see you two days later at noon.”
The Sword Demon immediately turned around and returned to his quarters.
Instead of following the Sword Demon, Muston chewed his lips while glaring at Raon.
“I will never lose to you.”
His bloody eyes flashed as if he had a grudge, then he 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 challenged the Sword Demon to a sparring match.
From the first time we met, Muston had been giving me a sharp look, and even now, his tone of voice was filled with unhidden malice.
‘It’s clear that you hated me even before we met face to face.’
I didn’t understand why he reacted like that when I’d never met him before.
-You’re jealous, right?
Lars snorted, asking if he was human and didn’t know other people’s emotions.
-Anyway, you are not human.
‘jealousy? ‘Why are you jealous of me?’
I couldn’t understand why he was jealous of others, even though he was in a position that everyone would envy, as a disciple of the Sword Demon.
-Jealousy is one of the ugly instincts humans have. The reason is not important.
Lars muttered that it was obviously a trivial reason, so he should quickly wash up and go eat something.
‘Jealousy… .’
Maybe so.
It is difficult for humans to know their own emotions. It occurred to me that he, too, might not know why he was angry.
‘But thanks to you, I was able to spar with the Sword Demon.’
After washing his muddy hands and face, Raon headed to the main street where the festival was in progress.
A lot of time had already passed and the drunk people were scattered here and there enjoying the festival.
At the long table that Dorian had brought out, not only Gwangpungdan, but also Milland, Borini Keaton, Morel, and Trevin were drinking.
‘Everyone is gathered.’
Raon approached the table with a faint smile.
“Where on earth are you wandering around like that?”
Rimer frowned, his face turning red from how much he had drank.
“You don’t have to come here and pour drinks for this master!”
“yes. yes.”
I ignored him while he was drunk and went and sat next to Milland.
“Lord Seong. Thank you for your help.”
I poured alcohol into Milland’s empty glass and nodded.
“How many times are you saying that?”
Milland took the drink and shook his head.
“It’s nothing compared to what you did for Ha-bun-seong.”
He grinned, saying that all of Ha Bunseong’s knights and swordsmen who came here participated voluntarily.
My heart aches when I hear that everyone came voluntarily. It was a pleasant thrill without any discomfort.
Milland lightly tapped his shoulder as if he knew the feeling.
“The same goes for our Owen.”
Borini Kitten put down his fork and smiled.
“If Raon hadn’t come forward, we, Owen, would have suffered the disgrace of holding a meeting of the Six Emperors and not being able to prevent his fall. “He saved both people and honor, and it is difficult to repay that favor with anything.”
He bowed his head, saying that it would not be enough to repay him for the rest of his life.
“Furthermore, this was a battle with a ghostly spirit trying to cross the continent. Rather, I would like to thank you for giving me and the drivers a good experience.”
Borini Keaton smiled softly, telling her not to take this as a favor.
“Isn’t that right? Prince?”
“Yes? ah! yes! of course!”
The Three Princes looked at Martha who was sipping a drink and then answered in a dazed way.
“hey! “Why are you staring at me earlier?”
“Huh!”
When Martha lost her temper, the Three Princes pretended not to see and turned their heads.
-Yaaaa!
When Raon was laughing at the sight, Lars jumped out and grabbed him by the collar.
-Stop talking! Please stop talking and just eat it!
Lars screamed, asking why he opened his mouth when there was so much food.
‘What do you want to eat first?’
-Starting with the pie right in front of you!
I nodded and put into my mouth the blueberry pie that Lars had been crying out for.
Wasak.
The crunchiness of the multi-layered pastry and the sweet and sour taste of blueberries fill your mouth.
The savory taste of small pieces of almonds sprinkled at the end made me feel satisfied with just one bite.
‘It’s okay.’
It was a taste that made sense that Lars begged to eat it.
-Keueuugh… .
As soon as Lars finished eating the pie, he shed tears like chicken shit.
‘Is it that delicious?’
-It’s not just that it’s delicious, I can’t help but cry because I remember the hardships my king has endured so far!
The guy patted me on the shoulder, saying he was proud of himself for having suffered under a vicious person.
-Now it’s time for the next one! Bring forward the grape jam-covered sandwiches and the roasted clay duck!
Lars shouted Yori’s name as if he were possessed. I smiled and listened to all of his requests.
-Whoosh!
Lars, who had become a tadpole, lay down and smiled in satisfaction.
-This is living!
Raon left Ras blinking from fatigue and walked up to Morel and poured wine into his empty glass.
“I don’t like them all, but the wine is okay.”
Morel said he could come back to have some wine and whet his appetite.
“It looks like you like it.”
“Because the Aryan family’s wine is not something you can get just because you have money.”
He raised his gaze along with the glass.
“You still don’t want to tell me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m curious how you put a leash on our damn princess.”
“You mean a leash? “She just promised to do me a few favors from the princess.”
Raon smiled slightly and shook his head.
“Well, that’s not important.”
Morel moistened his mouth with wine.
“Because it’s enough that that bastard knelt down and begged me.”
He raised his eyebrows, saying that he had seen Princess Jaina since she was young, but this was the first time she had seen that stiff head bend.
“thank god.”
Raon chuckled. There was no way Jaina would have endured it just because she was inside the kingdom, so Morel’s reaction was natural.
After clinking glasses with Morel, Raon went to the table where the iron squadrons were gathered and sat next to Trevin.
“Are you enjoying the festival?”
“Not bad.”
Trevin nodded, saying that the food and alcohol were worth getting.
“anyway.”
Although he is not honest, he is a very affectionate person. In many ways, he was a person who did not fit in with Sieghardt’s immediate family.
“Thank you for coming.”
“I was just bored.”
Trevin shook his hands and said he came because he had nothing to do.
“Our master is doing that again.”
“They made such a fuss that we should go rescue them right away.”
“Let’s be honest.”
“How long are you going to be like that?”
“Everyone shut up!”
Trevin blushed and hit the table at the mutterings of the Iron Squadron prosecutors.
“There is no need to say such things among family prosecutors. never mind.”
Trevin said and took a sip of his drink.
Raon’s fingertips trembled as he watched Trevin drink alcohol in succession.
‘There is no need to say such things between family prosecutors… .’
If someone else in my immediate family had said that, they would have laughed.
However, when Trevin, who had come to save Gwangpungdan without any compensation, said those words, a loud heartbeat rang out in my heart.
‘That’s something I want to remember.’
As Trevin said, it is the family’s role to go to Gasol’s rescue regardless of the situation or circumstance.
If I were to create a family in the future, I wanted to establish it in a place with that kind of trust.
“thank you.”
Raon bowed his head again to Trevin and Cheoljeondae and sat down at the table.
-Yes?
Lars, who was hanging like laundry on his shoulder, lifted his face onto his plump belly.
-Is this the second round? You can eat more!
‘Does your stomach feel like it’s going to explode?’
-what are you talking about! If you have room in your stomach, you might cram some bread into me! Need to fill more!
‘Ugh… .’
Raon shook his head and put the food he hadn’t eaten yet on his plate.
“But why did you come so late?”
Martha asked, glaring at the Three Princes and starting to drink again.
“I know. “It takes a long time in the swamp, and it takes a long time to wash.”
Buren tilted his head, saying it was strange.
“Did you sleep?”
Runan asked if he had slept on the street and if he would give him a blanket.
“That’s not it, I met the Sword Demon and his disciple.”
“Why those people?”
“I just happened to see it. “We got to spar.”
“Sparring?”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Not only the Gwangpungdan but also warriors from other forces stood up and opened their mouths.
“that is… .”
Raon briefly explained what happened at the well.
“Sparring with the Sword Demon… .”
“It’s a coincidence!”
“That’s not an ordinary reason either. “Because he is the head of the five great swordsmen and a master of the sword.”
“Boo, I’m jealous…” .”
People were jealous of Raon, who was going to spar with the Sword Demon, and they were hungry.
“No. “First of all, you have to defeat that person’s disciple.”
“I don’t think your momentum is normal.”
“Just by looking at his eyes, he was an expert.”
“He is a disciple of the Sword Demon, so it is difficult to judge him based on his level. “It will be several times stronger than the same level.”
“Still, Raon wins.”
“Then you didn’t get the nickname White Sword Dragon by gambling.”
Everyone clinked their glasses and began to guess who would win in sparring.
“Hmm!”
Rimer’s eyes, who were drinking quietly, sparkled like starlight.
“It’s sparring… .”
He quietly got up from the table, holding his drink.
“I guess I should get ready too.”
* * *
Raon stood up holding the Jecheon Sword that had been placed on the table. He curled his right hand into a fist and nodded.
‘Everything is perfect.’
I recovered my body through a day of rest, and adapted to my current body and aura through a day of training. I was confident that my physical condition was at its peak.
-What is the best solution?
I looked to the side when I heard a sneer coming from Lars. The fluffy cotton candy was quivering.
I ate all the food he wanted while taking nutritional supplements for recovery for two days, and he ended up looking like that.
-Don’t criticize the old man’s disciples and do your best.
‘I still think so.’
Because I need to get stronger faster.
There is only a year and a half left to spar with my father. There is something to be gained from dealing with Muston, but I wanted to head to a higher place by crossing swords with the Sword Demon.
Raon put on his combat uniform, put on his sword on his waist, and left the dormitory.
As word about Dalian spread today, a food market was held as if the festival from two days ago was continuing, and many people gathered around the training ground.
‘It’s no different from a festival.’
It was unexpected, but the Aryan family members seemed to become a little more energetic through this sparring.
-There are chicken skewers over there! Chicken skewers grilled in mud are not common! let’s go eat!
Lars licked his tongue as he looked at the clay-grilled chicken skewers sold at the stall on the right.
‘I’m going to fight now… .’
-The only way to fight properly is to fill your stomach!
‘You ate.’
-You can say you’ve eaten only when you eat a snack!
Raon looked at Lars with puzzled eyes and sighed. I don’t know how this guy’s anger diminishes and his appetite only increases.
The monarch of insectivores.
No matter how much I think about it, I chose the wrong personality. I wanted to meet the guy who gave this guy the name Lord of Wrath.
-let’s hurry!
‘No thanks.’
Raon kicked away the clinging las, looked at the stalls, and headed to the center of the castle where the sparring hall was located.
“Give me a beer!”
“I even have popcorn!”
“Hey, I’m looking forward to seeing who will win today.”
“Ah, why did you ask that? Of course you are my benefactor!”
“But he is a disciple of the Five Great Swordsmen, Sword Demon! “They’re a lot older than me!”
“It’s clear that your skills are not ordinary.”
People were enjoying their food and talking about who would win in Dalian today.
“hmm?”
As I headed toward Dalianjang, I saw a large stall with a lot of people gathered there.
“I will bet on our benefactor Raon!”
“me too! Of course I have to bet on my benefactor!”
“But the prosecutor named Mouston is no joke. “Your eyes are like those of a wild beast!”
“Well, if you were a swordsman, you would have raised your disciple properly.”
Gold and silver coins were seen pouring over the stalls. It seemed like a gambling den.
‘Of course there will be a gambling table.’
In sparring, where it is difficult to know the outcome, the gambling scene naturally follows. There was no need to touch it as it was also part of the festival.
‘Is Danju going to be there too?’
-There is no way a dung fly would just pass by poop.
‘but.’
Of course, I thought that that damn elf was there too, so I tried to look for him, but strangely, he was nowhere to be seen.
‘Have you already bet your money?’
I thought if it was Rimmer, he would bet based on the odds, but it seemed like he bet first and then lost. I was just passing by when I heard a familiar voice from inside the stall.
“Uh-huh! You don’t know. It was me who ended this war, not Raon. “No one knows who will win or lose!”
The rough voice made me turn my attention back to the stall.
The red-haired elf standing where the owner should have been sitting was grinning.
-… … .
‘… … .’
Raon and Lars gaped at Rimmer, who went from gambling to opening a gambling house.
Where on earth is that elf going?
