Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 374

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:00:04 PM

It was because of faith.

The belief that her sister, Reet, would always make the "right choice" as king, made Shil throw away his sword.

Shil gritted his teeth as he glared at the knife that had fallen. Red blood was dripping from Leet's neck.

Even the fairies who followed Shil had no choice but to put down their swords. Everyone was in a mood of great disappointment to Shil.

Rest, my brother.

Shil only looked at the fallen knife without answering.

Right now, no matter how I explain it, it'll be hard to accept. But I believe you will understand my choice someday. Go back now.

turning rest

As she turned around and began to leave, the fairies shifted their steps, as if inevitable.

Sigh.

Leet sighed as he looked over the forest where Shil and his fellow people had left. It was a sigh of mixed relief with a disturbed mind.

It was not because I was not stabbed by my brother and his people.

The culture of fairies is so cute. He pulled out a knife to kill the king, and he said a few words, and he just turned around....huhuhuhuhuhu.

From the darkness of the forest behind Reet, a man appeared and said,

He was a figure who couldn't see his face well with his hood pressed, but there was a black robe with a black sword pattern of Looncandel.

Roquia.

Leet looked back and called his name.

Roquia ganesto.

She was a teenage knight in Looncandel, and a figure no one could follow in Looncandel with pure magic alone.

In Looncandel, no. It's unimaginable in the human world. That's a relief, though. If I really wanted to hurt you, I would kill every single one of you.

As Rockeia said so and gave a giggle of laughter, the gap between Leet's eyebrows narrowed.

Are you having fun? This situation.

Yes, it's fun and cute. I felt like I was watching a children's war. Well, Leet, who didn't stop when the knife touched his neck, was cool. No, because you believed me that much?

Believe what you want.

To be honest with you, if only half the blades on your neck had come in, I was planning on exterminating you right away. I put up with it in my own way, but if I had killed him, I would have hated him.

Locia smiled and continued her words.

But it's better to be hated by Leet than to be angered by our family. From now on, don't do this reckless thing without consulting the owner. If I hadn't claimed to be your escort...….

I never asked for a escort.

That's the problem. That's why I'm so sensible. Anyway, if there was no escort from me, and the elves who ran away really stabbed you, so if the housekeeper was angry. I don't think it's finished enough to kill some of the traitors.

The theme is a good person.

Of course he's a good man. But is he a good man after losing his own? Looncandel's lyric can't be that stupid. I think you just put the whole fairy in danger. As your brother said.

Leet had nothing to say.

Locia had such a lovely tangle of her hair.

Let's go back. Oh, and as of today, you're the deacon of our Looncandel. There was a patriarch's order to let you know the truth.

* * *

After that day, Shil and the fairies who followed her left the primordial forest.

And forgotten.

Starting with the disappearance of five fairies on March 4, 797 and less than a few years later, all the fairies in the world were forgotten.

It was because Looncandel was defeated.

Though forgotten, their shapes still remain in the world, but they were not alive.

A black and eccentric figure, as if in shadow.

The forgotten elves looked like that in the eyes of others. But no one was aware of them. Even if you walk in the middle of a large city full of crowds or through a forest with all kinds of wild animals.

There was no one who cared about the elves that had turned into ghosts.

It's just that you don't even care about it like wind that passes meaninglessly.

It's even a kind of instinct for Shil and the forgotten elves to follow him, and they couldn't even talk to each other.

The act of listening to, reading, and remembering the words and texts of the unforgettable beings was also impossible.

The same was true of feeling emotions. Forgotten elves were just wandering through the visible black air, nothing more or less, and empty-flowing time.

It was like that to be forgotten. Exist but not exist, cannot have any effect on the world, and cannot communicate with anyone.

There's no worse punishment than this.

Those who were trampled on by the power of the Jipple, including the fairies, were paying such a harsh price.

Ooh.

In the midst of no knowing how much time has passed so meaningless.

Shields and fairies heard one voice.

Listen to the voice...….

The very natural phenomenon, which was nothing special before it was forgotten, made the eyes of the forgotten fairies open for the first time open.

My eyes opened, my darkened self came back, I understood the terrible situation they were in, and I shuddered at the sudden surge of despair.

Turn your head in the direction of the "Oh" voice that gave you all this.

Then what came into the eyes of Sheep and the fairies was a woman, darker and greater than those who had turned black as shadows.

There's plenty of orphans.

The woman looked at the fairies with great interest.

It was so dark that I couldn't see her face properly, but the elves could feel that she was smiling.

And even though we've never met.

I could tell what her name was.

Helluram...

said Shil.

The name of a witch who, before being forgotten, came to know while performing her duty of recording as a fairy.

Then Heluram smiled with satisfaction. Haha, while the laughter continued, the rest and the fairies were hopeful.

There's someone who recognizes us. There is someone who can help us to exist again.

It was natural for forgotten elves to have such hope. Even if your opponent is a legendary witch who has brought countless disasters to the world.

How did you come to that?

The jipple erased our existence from the world.

Is it unfair?

This is unfair.

Why?

It's him... ...because we're innocent.

Shil answered so, and felt ashamed.

It was not immediately clear what shame was about. So I thought about it for a while, and I was able to give an answer soon.

Betrayed her sister, and turned away from her fellow countrymen who followed her to fight against the Zipple.

I was suffocated when I faced the fact. I'd rather forget, feel better not to feel anything.

Helluram saw right through the inner side of such a shill. She seemed to know all about the past, which was forgotten by the rest and the fairies.

It's not even worth laughing at.

Such insulting remarks did not allow rest and fairies to refute.

Also, I just wanted to look good. Somehow I wanted to be seen well by Heluram and be in the world again.

The shame and shame of betraying the king and his people would be forgotten if they could exist again.

Do you regret it?

Shields and elves nodded.

You said you were innocent just now, but now you're saying you regret it. I have a question.

What is it?

Definitely, definitely. A similar moment will come. At that time, what choices will be made for shameless things like you guys?

Heluram matched his eyes with Shil.

Mana and black energy were flowing out of her hands. Young-ki, a force known to be used only by shadows and his contractor.

A mixture of mana and spirit wrapped around the elves in dozens of bands.

Uh, uh...!

The elves around the band were changing.

The body, which had turned as black as a shadow, regained its original color, and the red hair, which was unique to the fairy, flowed down.

The rest and the fairies had no choice but to shed tears at each other. It seemed to me that I had returned to my full self for the first time in millions of years.

But even before the tears that had just begun to flow through the cheeks fell to the ground.

Fairies had to experience another change in their appearance.

This, what the hell. No!

Oh, my God!

The elves' bodies were shriveling.

The red hair escaped like the hair of a sick beast, and the harmonious face turned as hideous as a monster.

His arms and legs were grotesquely twisted and his neck sounded of iron. Their appearance could not be any uglier, as they had been decayed by plague and looked like a decayed corpse.

Then the change stopped for a moment.

That's who you really are.

Heluram shook his hand once, saying short appreciation.

Then the bands began to move again, and the elves' appearance began to change once more.

The body was reduced to the size of a child's head and small wings appeared on his back. There was such a dainty sound when the peering, the peering, and the wings were moving.

It was a figure most people would find lovely. But the fairies were feeling humiliated.

It's so funny. We're innocent, I regret it. That's not enough, and the people who were filled with the desire to just be in the world again feel the luxury of humiliation.

What did you do to us?

I gave him a chance to be in the world again.

Heluram grasped the rest.

And attached a particularly large pair of wings to her back.

From now on you are the king of those things. When a moment similar to that comes, when you said you regret it. I'll see what choice you'll make.

A moment of regret.

A moment when you betrayed your own people and didn't stand up to the jipple.

If such a situation comes again someday, what choices will rest and fairies make? That's exactly what Heluram said he was curious about.

It's very difficult not to forget the lesson.

Heluram let go of his rest and continued his back talk.

Besides, you are now incomparably inferior, and you will have to think diligently to survive. Go.

The elves dared not look at Heluram. Go, the fairies turned back and flapped their wings, as soon as Heluram's horse fell.

So they regained their existence and wandered around the world.

Another few years passed before we found a nest called the Wantaramo Forest.

By then fairies had forgotten most of their memories of being real fairies.

It was only with Heluram's power that he came back to exist, and he didn't regain his "self."

It wasn't just the memory of being a real fairy that I forgot.

Sheep, no. Most elves except Sheila were forgetting what Heluram had done to them and even what he said.

Because it was boring.

A life that continued without any other purpose, meaning, or hope was simply a series of boredom. So I accidentally killed the humans who found the forest and found fun, and that was enough.

Only Sheila contemplated the future as their king.

It was only after a man came to deliver the message of solderlet to the Wantaramo Forest that Sheila's troubles were over.

Chapter end