Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 169

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:05:14 PM

Of course it's a lie that's just made up. As Vishkel openly expressed disapproval, I couldn't help it.

Vishkel Ibliano, the kind who gets tired of any doubt. We have to bring up a story he can trust...….'

Vishkel shook his head and shone his sharp eyes.

"You came to meet me, not Bubar."

"Yes."

"Why would you want me to...... Oh, come on."

Jean's expression stained with provocative speculation. Vishkel, who was looking at it, raised his mouth interestingly.

"You wanted to compete with me as a backup jockey?”

That's not a bad reaction.

"I'm ashamed, but I am. I couldn't go to Iblianoga without an invitation to my status, so I first found Bubbar, whom Young-ae Margiela introduced as our friend."

Vishkel's eyebrows wriggled in the part of "Our friend."

"Well, you tried to meet me through Bubar, so to speak.”

Vishkel did not ask questions such as 'How did you know where the workshop was?' He judged that Looncandel must have conducted a personal investigation of Bubar, who fought with the main character of the banquet.

"I'm not lying about trying to make a bust of my father. If I had known that Bubar was the best sculptor in the city of art, I wouldn't have looked around the workshop streets all afternoon."

There was a moment of silence.

Jean was hard to tell if the lie had worked, but she didn't show it, and Vishkel took the cigarette out of her arms.

Cheeks and matches are drawn, and thick smoke rises.

It was only after the cigarette burned more than half the way through that Vishkel's mouth again. It is a summary of Jin's sudden visit.

"......the duel with Confucius Jean was impressive to me, too. I was also looking forward to competing with Prince Jin again.”

"Thank you for the favorable reviews."

"But I don't think that's the time now."

"Why not now?”

"To reveal some little thorns, I cannot trample on growing flowers. Confucius, as a senior, is that excess blood is always poison."

Jean's eyes were covered with tears.

'Look at this. ..?'

It's a duel request that began with a lie, but it didn't have to be so ignored.

Of course, I don't intend to react in a fluffy manner.

"After I became a reserve jockey, I fought quite a few. But I didn't feel as desperate as I did when I competed with Lord Vishkel. The sense of opening the heart."

"You shouldn't think of the touch of the sun as your own, Confucius."

"The duel of the day almost caused a stir."

The level of provocation has risen.

But Jean thought Vishkel would never fight with himself.

'Not only is he going to fall for this kind of provocation, but it's a fight that Vishkeel has nothing to gain from.'

There is a wide gap between the two, as Vishkel is now known as eight stars and Jean as five at the time of the banquet.

But in a little less than a year and a half after the banquet, Vishkel was feeling that Jean's accomplishments were never small. That is not a significant level of winning or losing.

Sigh.

Vishkel sighed as he rubbed out his cigarette.

"Stop it, Confucius. I don't want to lose my energy over useless things. And I'm here for a vacation, don't you think it's rather rude?"

"I'm sorry about that."

Whick!

Suddenly, Vishkel cut Jean's bangs by forming a palm-sized blade.

And even before the trajectory of the blade disappears, before a few strands of hair fall to the floor, once again show the charm of swinging the blade to break the cut hair in half.

Jean, who was half-beat late, felt her spine cool, and even Bubar opened his eyes wide, thinking that Vishkel had cut Jean's neck.

"I showed you just in case Confucius doesn't understand. Wouldn't it be a duel if you could respond to a surprise attack like this?

That's right.

Except Jean didn't react on purpose.

'I almost avoided it reflexively at the last minute. That's creepy, if it were, it would have been a real duel with Vishkel.'

That was a long shot. So far, the provocation against Vishkel has avoided his suspicions and cautioned Jonah not to be a problem.

If the duel was really successful, Jin would have to use swordsmanship only to defeat or pull out his hidden strength. This is a development that is not good for either side.

"Fortunately, you don't know I didn't avoid it on purpose."

But it was such a surprise that it put a lot of pressure on my toes. It was a sharp response to end things neatly.

Yum! Boovar lures his appetite as if he's sad.

"Why didn't you just cut this saucy bastard off, Mr. Vishkel. How refreshing it must have been."

"Bubar, please don't be so mean. And how are you going to handle it when Confucius, who lost later, becomes a jockey?"

"I'm sure he'll die before he becomes a jockey. I can tell just by looking at Vishkel without fear. If he's Looncandel, he thinks he's everything.….”

"Bubar Gaston."

Bubar frowned as Jean jerked around and approached.

"Why, why?"

"How are you really going to handle it?"

"Hung, do you think I'm going to be scared?"

Sreung!

Jean aimed Bradamante.

"Prince Jean?"

"I acknowledge my arrogance and disrespect, Lord Vishkel. I'm just a baby who can't dare face Lord Vishkel. But it's another matter for him to insult Looncandel...….”

This time, the real life stretched out, not decorated. As soon as Bubar was about to flinch and hide behind Vishkel.

"One step will cut you, Bubar."

"Son Confucius, stop."

"Will you stay still when Ivliano is insulted in front of you in person?"

Vishkel could not answer. It was because it was true that Bubar insulted Looncandel.

"Bubar insulted me because he saw your face. But to mention Looncandel's name, he's a madman."

With the situation like this, Bubar couldn't make any more jokes. I realized instinctively that if you move, you'll really get cut off.

"Whoa, I understand. But then I have no choice but to stop Confucius."

"Do so."

"What if it could kill Confucius?”

"Even if I die, I will cut him down, and I will keep the royal command of Looncandel. Of course, I'm a backup rider, so I won't have to avenge you in the family."

"If you kill Bubar, I will kill Confucius. What good is it that Confucius gave up his life to protect Looncandel's honor?"

"Even if this is not known to my family, I am not ashamed of myself, so that's enough."

"I must do this!"

Vishkel shouted for the first time.

'Damn it! It's my fault for not cracking down on that goddamn snout. Judging from Confucius' attitude, it's never a bluff.'

What do I do?

A cold sweat broke through the neck of Vishkel. He wanted to kill Boubar deeper than Jin himself, but he had to stay alive until Kinselo's great work was completed.

In a clumsy way, the distance between Bubar and Jean is too close. You must cut off your arm or cut off your neck before Jean wields the sword to stop the sword.

But I wasn't confident in cutting off my arms.

Vishkel's waistband was nothing but a belt. He was eating a boulevard and sweet potato croquette in the basement of the workshop until Jean came, so he had left the sword out.

Even if he formed a blade with an anus, as he had just cut his hair, it was no use with such a small blade.

To cut his arm, he must at least form a blade the size of a long sword, which would cause Bubar's neck to fall first, ie Vishkel had virtually no choice but to cut Jean's throat.

'If Jean Looncandel dies, will Sir Siron really stay still?'

Ciron is a man who will never retaliate even if Vishkel kills Jean.

It is true that he cares about Jean, but the moment the fact that Looncandel retaliated for a backup rider spreads, it becomes like the owner himself denies the tradition.

But for Vishkel, it wasn't a matter for sure. If there's a rumor going around that you killed your youngest son, the first Looncandel banquet hero since Luna...…?

Not only Ivliano but also Kinselo may be damaged. Vishkel thought so.

'You can hide it. No, you can't hide it. Too many people have seen Confucius' face on the streets of the workshop.'

Jin opened his mouth, leaving the flounder behind the bishkel behind.

"I'll count to three, Bubar. Get down on your knees in there and apologize. One."

"Get down, Bubar!"

Vishkel screamed evil. As long as Bubar knelt down, he could finish this terrible happening without any burden.

"Two."

"On your knees..."

Flap!

Bubar's round knee touched the floor. As soon as Vishkel was about to sigh of relief, Jean put the tip of the knife to Bubar's neck.

"You did what you told me to...…!”

"No, it's time to apologize. I hope there's a convincing story before my hands slip.”

Watching Bubar shivering with anger and shame, Vishkel had no choice but to burn black inside.

"Wrongly... ...did...….”

Only then did Jean wry and smile.

"If it weren't for Lord Vishkel, I would have killed him after receiving an apology. Because that's the proper step in insulting Looncandel. Thank you, sculptor."

Then Jean, who approaches Vishkel and politely bows politely.

"My junior has done a lot of bad manners, Lord Vishkel. If you'd like, you can hit me until you're satisfied."

Vishkel pointed his forehead as if tired.

"......Luncandel is like fire, but Confucius is the first. There was nothing wrong with Confucius' actions to punish Boubar. I salute you as the patriarch of Ivliano."

He was genuinely admiring.

'It's true that it's absurd and annoying, but few of the real riders in Looncandel can do this. Jean Looncandel, you've surprised me many times since the banquet.'

He also pledged to crack down on Bubar's muzzle when meeting outsiders in the future.

"However, I hope this will not happen again. Don't forget that the reason I don't harm Confucius today is because of his generosity to Bubar."

"I'll be clear."

"Stop going back.”

As Jean stepped out of the sculpture workshop, Vishkel looked at his back for a while through the window.

And as soon as Jean disappeared from sight, the low-pitched spit out a double bath.

As many as five nutmeg characters followed, Bubar, who was trying to catch Bishkel and complain, had no choice but to quietly head to the basement.

I've never seen Vishkel so angry. Jean Looncandel, the goddamn bastard. You should have been rude...…!'

Bubar never dreamed that Vishkel's anger was directed at him, not Jin.

Perhaps that's why, there were a lot of sweet potato croquettes in the arms of Bubar, who came back to the first floor.

Flutter, flutter.

"Have some of this and feel better, Mr. Vishkel. Ugh, that son-of-bitch will certainly not be able to live in expulsion."

Chapter end