Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 367

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:00:14 PM

It was long past, and there continued to be heat from Valeria.

Now there was no sign of dyeing her hair. The hot steam soared from the sweaty lobes, and the red hair fluttering on the mana looked just like a spark.

[Hister's veins] Where did you meet that kid?]

"We met in the lawless city of Mamit."

She didn't give any details, but she didn't seem to be more curious about it.

Sheila's eyes deepened.

[Fortunately, he's strong enough that you don't have to protect him. But not only humans, but...... every living life, after all, has to protect each other. There is no life to live alone.

It was a sudden story, but Jean nodded. I didn't hate what Sheila said.

[While my friend and your friend are struggling, we'd better think about variables.]

"Are there any other problems you have in mind, other than the wizards of the Gipple?"

[This is the land of Beaumont. Some of my own kind might be communicating with them, too.]

"Well, I don't think a fragment of absolute power would have gone to only one Mila. "Visiona...... it's a story that's possible."

[There may also be a kindred race attached to your Looncandel.]

"I hope not. It's already painful enough to be able to deal with two forces together. For now, we'd better assume that Jipple and Beaumont will definitely meet."

Beacon is looking for Themeer's body. Recalling the fact, Jean said.

"The possibility of a Beacon and an insider among fairy descendants is close to 10 percent.'

I remembered the story of the former emperor and his lieutenants that Kashmir overheard when he was young. It occurred to me that they might have been talking about an insider who talked about negotiations with the Wantaramo Forest.

"Maybe, Beaumont started looking for Themeer's body...... maybe it was because the concubine descendant leaked information about his tomb in the first place."

Otherwise, it occurred to me that Biment could not find Temer's tomb, which even Looncandel did not know about its existence, except for Siron, Rosa, and some of the senior leaders.

"The Beacon will send a special lease or a pro-defense force. A massive troop shift is like advertising something outside the Wantaramo forest."

Maybe you'll bump into someone you know.

Jean shrugged, thinking so.

[Special Forces and SS] Are they stronger than you?]

I could answer without hesitation.

"The generals may be stronger than I am. But below that, I can overpower it."

It was inferred based on Ratz, the special captain whom he met in person when he was a backup rider, and Alisa, a former team leader.

[How many men do you have?]

"Yes, they won't all come.”

The captain of the fraternity, the commander of the unit, the special lease, the commander of the unit. If the four of them come at once, it would be too much for even Lu Nra, not Jin.

"How much fighting power do you have, Sheila?"

It felt strange to ask such a question to the king of fairy descendants.

However, it was a matter that must be known in advance. It's only natural that we have to understand the strength of our forces.

'Not only the jipple and the beat, but also the guardian of the fourth tomb may have to fight.'

Guardian, jipple, beat.

Whoever fought first had to leave enough stamina to fight the last opponent.

Of course, it was necessary to assume a worse number of cases without guardians like the third tomb.

[Well, it's been so long since I've had a fight that I don't know. Just know that you are not very weak.]

"Can't you be more specific?”

Then, as if agonizing, Sheila folded her arms and closed her eyes.

[......I really don't know. I have rarely used my own strength to kill an intruder.]

"Okay."

I felt like I had to fight against her without a break. It was a pity that he didn't bring Murakhan.

There were two reasons why I left him.

The first was Belov's intention to assist in his disguised mission (if it was revealed that he was doing his duty in place right after the meeting, the problem could have really grown), and the second was that Valeria had never met Murakhan yet.

Although the partnership was better than before, it was still burdensome to face Valeria with a powerful colleague. It may rekindle her vigilance, which has been made a little slack.

"If things go too far, we'll have to build a three-way race.'

I drew a rough picture, but there were too many variables.

I don't know who I'm going to run into first, whether it's right to go to the grave without clearing them up, and then I'm going to have to tell you where I am and retreat.….

While agonizing, Sheila opened her mouth.

[Gin Looncandel.]

"Yes."

[I have one thing to tell you: Battle must only be carried out on the line where the forest is not damaged to the point where it cannot be regenerated.]

The Wantaramo forest was the "public good" of beings standing at the pinnacle of power.

Because they are all demanders of the royal family.

Jin and his colleagues were not unaware of the existence of the Wantaramo Forest until now. It was the result of the power peaks that had been completely hidden to prevent problems in the Wantaramo forest.

If the forest is damaged, the vertices will necessarily determine what is right and what is wrong and will be rewarded to the one who is most responsible.

Squeak.

Jean smiled.

'If so, it's either a square wave or a three-way race. I have an overwhelming advantage.'

a scourge constrained by destruction

Due to the nature of Yeonggi's power, there would be no structure for Jin to play more.

"Okay, for me it's better."

[That's a relief, then. A thousand years later, your forefathers' influence is stirring the world.]

"You seem to know my ancestors well.”

[Very little I can remember in detail. As you may know from looking back at the past tombs, the Looncandel of those days was almost forgotten. But I remember that every single act of Themeer had a huge impact on the world.]

Sheila made eye contact with Jean.

[Now you'll have to replace his shadow. Or cast a new shadow on the world, Jean Looncandel.]

It was then that the Myonites and Valeria finished their work.

[Whoa!]

[It's over...!]

An hour and a half.

It was unbelievable that the Myoin people had built a passageway leading to the Red Lake and a trap passage that would disrupt the jipple.

The dozen violet entrances they had made were swaying on the cave wall. Only one of them was the real passage leading to the red lake, and the rest were fakes that ran out into the middle of the forest.

[Entrance changes randomly every time you use it. Unless Zipple's wizards are made up of tough luck and bad brains, they won't be able to guess the answer at once.]

If there were a dozen doors to choose from, it was natural to split them in. Unless they're incredibly stupid, as Lulu said.

Chalbang!

Jean handed Valeria a cask. She was seen gulping down as soon as she received her waterpour, as if her throat were burning.

"Gin Looncandel, let's clear up the mana for a moment and start. I think I've earned that much leeway."

Looking at Valeria, who re-states and stabilizes mana, Lulu and Miru raised their thumbs up.

[Thanks to him, I'm fed up with him.]

[I could have left a cut!]

Lulu and Miru smiled, showing the claws of the half-remaining cat god.

Shaking!

Jean helped Valeria when she stood up and slowed down.

"Are you all right?"

"I just felt dizzy for a moment."

He did not add that he went too far to protect half of the tombs.

Because it was an act that Valeria herself couldn't understand.

The first time I offered to help them was a matter of efficiency, but it was just an impulse to use more than necessary strength for the Myoin people.

"You can rest for another ten minutes."

"You don't have to. I know my body. Just keep the promise you made on your way."

a rather sharp way of speaking, unlike when one was out to help the sages.

Valeria was afraid that she was becoming strangely dull after meeting Jean.

Last time you said you got the recorder from a fairy hideout...... it was actually the tomb of Looncandel's first family?

There was the tomb of Looncandel's first family in the fairy hideout.

You're playing with words.

We're getting to know each other, aren't we? There must be a lot of things you haven't told me either. No, he's hiding more than I can compare. My secret is almost over now that I've talked to Themeer's grave.

Well, good. I don't think you lied to me. From the description of Themeer's tomb, I can see how upset you must have been when you got Heluram's spirit beads from Joshua Looncandel's villa.

It was more embarrassing when you looked at the spirit bead and misunderstood me.

Either way, we need to get clues from the Myths about Temer's fourth tomb......when I find the fourth grave in the future, let me take a look. Is it possible?

Do that. I promise.

As Valeria came to the Wantaramo Forest, she recalled a conversation she had with Jean. The promise she made meant entering Themeer's grave together.

"I had such a conversation with Jean Looncandel only a few hours ago, but I didn't expect to find the fourth tomb this fast. I thought I'd need at least a few months, but I got a clue from them.'

Can we identify new traces of ancestors in the tomb?

Alone without anyone.

Tracking the messages left by our ancestors and regaining the magic of the hysterics was indeed indescribably solitary.

At some point I didn't even know it was lonely. It was the human life of Valeria, a human being, who just opened his eyes and trained magic, and wandered around the world in search of the message and heritage of his ancestors.

But so easily.

If you expect a new discovery of the hysterics by someone else, not yourself, and even face the traces of your ancestors.

Perhaps the dark and chilly times of the past will be futile.

Such thoughts have made my speech sharp.

"......I was a little sensitive."

"You must have had a hard time. You don't have to apologize for not feeling well.”

Valeria's forehead trembled finely.

"Now we have to enter the aisle. Until we get to the red lake, is that okay? Tell me if you don't like this, too."

Jean said, taking the water from Valeria.

Chapter end