Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 420

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:58:58 AM

"Prize?"

"Prize?"

Dante and Veradin asked back at the same time.

"Yes, my lord."

"Hairan is also your territory, so do you want to pay tribute to that defense?"

"That's what it looks like."

Dante's expression darkened. It was due to the emperor's abominable treatment of praising Qin in front and pressuring Hai Lan in the back.

Dante was very upset because of his good character and speech and his position.

The article that delivered the news also seemed to suppress the miserable feelings.

"Bad bastard, very. How nice Dante is, and he doesn't know that. Children."

When Veradin said so, Dante and the knight's eyes grew bigger.

They've never heard anyone describe the emperor as an epithet. Even Ron, who is usually known not to give the emperor a title, has never done a baby rhyme.

"I thought it was time for the courtesans to take a look at the plaque they dare call Cheonan . That's great."

When I added a word of progress, Dante and the article looked around without realizing it. It was clear that there were no listening ears, but it was a reflex.

Even without this incident, Qin did not have good feelings for the emperor. I've been involved with special forces a few times, and I recently fought with my own in the Wantaramo Forest.

Moreover, there was no room for good attention, including the fact that Tikan Free City was being ridiculed or that it was secretly producing "Mine."

"Hmm, hmm. Friends. But he's a real empire.….”

"Nana Jean's not even a Beaunt, it's okay. It's okay."

Eventually Dante smiled awkwardly. I was relieved of what they said.

"I'm glad you're here."

"Well, so am I. Dante!"

Dante and Veradin looked at Jean at the same time. Say so too, with that look on your face.

Jean lightly ignored their little aspirations, though.

"I wonder what you're going to give me. Can I just go right now?"

"Yes, Lord Qin."

Jean who stands up from her seat, stretching.

"As other forces are leaving Geomhwangseong Fortress today, I should stop by the palace and go back to my home.”

"Suddenly like this?"

Veradin said, with round eyes.

"Not suddenly. You just got here, but I've been here for about 15 days. Now that we've got a rough idea of what we're talking about, shouldn't we go find my place? The Looncandel rider is pretty busy."

Dante felt no less sorry than Veradin, but he could not hold on.

In the first place, Jean could go back any time if she wanted to go back.

If it was not Jin at the scene of the attack, Hai Lan would not have asked Looncandel to stay until the investigation was completed.

Jean is purely a friend who has taken time to help Dante. It was time to go back and do your job.

"But I just got here."

"Yes, now go back and do your best to put pressure on the High Ran in earnest. You're busy too."

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

Just before leaving the basement following the article, Jean looked around her friends once.

Veradin was rapidly depressed by grief, and Dante was patting such Veradin's back.

"In any situation, only the three of us don't betray each other."

When I saw my friends nodding their heads, I laughed.

If he had been born as the first child instead of the youngest in an ordinary family other than Looncandel, wouldn't he have had such younger siblings? It struck me that way.

"Be careful, Jean. See you soon. And then a drink!"

"Bio the Guntu, thee."

As I followed the driver out of the basement, the bright sunlight pierced my eyes.

Under the cool, cloudless sky, half-washed, blackened blackness was creating a sense of separation.

"I must say hello to Lord Ron, where are you?"

"I'd like to invite you."

Ron was sitting alone in Daejeon, almost completely destroyed.

Although it is all broken, the constellation of Geomhwangseong Fortress in Daejeon is still intact.

To Jean, it seemed to symbolize the situation in the High Ran. Even if attacked both inside and outside, a great warrior named Ron Hai-lan seemed likely to protect that constellation in the end.

Maybe you just want to think that way because you know Ron is in bad shape.

"The Emperor called you, didn't he?”

Ron, who felt like he was popular, opened his mouth and the driver left.

"Yes."

"The Imperialist has a great talent for asking busy people to come. I'm going to be damned for listening to the obvious.”

The attitude toward Qin has changed. Ron no longer perceived Jean as a "devil who possessed his grandson."

This is because since the time of the terrorist attacks, Jin has shown his loyalty and affection for Dante as well as his ability.

"How are you feeling?"

"Not good."

It is true that he suffered serious internal injuries while dealing with Kinselo, but it has never been fatal enough to prevent a recovery from starting yet.

But Ron's internal injuries showed no signs of improvement.

Rather, it was getting worse over time. To the point where the ten-star warrior might be overshadowed.

"It's a big deal."

Dante didn't know Ron's condition. Only about five of Ron's closest allies and Jean knew about this.

"It's a big deal, to the extent that I have to borrow your hand to protect my grandson.”

He said, "It is no big deal." It's not a bluff, it's a result of his confidence that even if he has this kind of injury, there won't be any big problems.

However, if Ron's injury turns out to be much more serious than it is known, it was only natural that things would be too much for the current High Ran to handle.

"I don't know if that red sword was the problem, or if there was another factor. I thought, of course, it would be the day to mix your father and your sword....the head of a group known not long ago as a third-rate terrorist group, which is amazing."

"It just wasn't revealed, it would be a great horse race."

"I'm sure so. It seemed obvious that he couldn't show all his strength, but he was. When you're complete, you must be in the same ranks as your father."

Jean did not consider Ron's assessment an insult to his father. Because he felt the same way.

Whoo.

Ron breathed a deep sigh.

It wasn't because of internal injuries. It is heartbreaking to think of a grandson who will have to fight against such a being in the future.

'We've been hoping that the second generation of giants will compete fiercely with each other, and that Dante will finally be at the pinnacle of......it's not the time for such rosy imaginations.'

It would not be enough for the second generation to compete against such a horse, but to fight together.

Not only the Majokites, but also the Jipple.

"What did Veradine Zipple sound like?"

Grandfather, if magic can manipulate human spirit and memory at will, can you believe it?

The words spoken by grandson at the banquet hall.

Ron has been concerned about mental manipulation ever since.

"You look fine on the outside. There's no immediate way to determine whether you're mentally ill or not."

"Hidden Mana, mental manipulation. It's a dirty and difficult era just thinking about those things. When I was young, I could conquer the world with just one sword."

"Simple and romantic.”

"It was not me who realized the romance, but your father."

Ron shrugged and looked up at the sky with a hollow ceiling. The deep crease around the eyes seemed to smudge bitterness.

"After the division of the pia is over and this side is cleared, I will help you to make it easier for you to seize the throne of Looncandel."

Ron didn't say he would make it impossible. I just say that it helps me get what I can easily done anyway.

Already Ron had no doubt that Jean would become the king of the Looncandel swordsmen. It's hard to picture other riders in Looncandel taking on this steel-thin-like guy.

"Thanks for the word, Lord Ron."

"Just go and see."

"Yes."

"Oh, and."

When Jean turned around, Ron smiled with a sizzling, somehow evil energy.

"Tell the Emperor."

"What should I say?"

"In many ways, you'd better make a good choice."

"Okay."

* * *

In the capital city of Beiment, wherever he was, he could turn his head to see the imperial palace.

A huge spire that glows yellow, soaring like a cloud, and a palace that stretches beneath it, a four-pronged river that encircles them round, and a new white, vast pavement stretching between them.

The Imperialists were proud of the majestic appearance of the largest building in the arena and enjoyed what they called the palace, not the palace.

Any palace that exists in the world will be nothing more than a heap of stones on the ground than the Beemment Imperial Palace.

'The palace, it feels completely different from what I've seen in the distance before returning. I've heard it's luxurious and magnificent, but...….'

I didn't expect to boast such a magnificent scale.

Moreover, how many species are in control, not a single small foreign object was seen on the white roads, which are likely to be hundreds of steps wide.

All right, all right, all right.….

When the imperial carriage carrying the camp stopped gently, the guards lined up in this row gave a salute. Qin was naturally censored, and the emperor was watching the vantage and its appearance from the height of the spire.

"What do you think, Jean Looncandel, will accept Jim's offer?"

The doctors did not answer the emperor's question, but only bowed their heads.

"Well, if we could know that in advance, we wouldn't have to meet like this. I shouldn't have asked you questions.”

Again, the patients bowed their heads.

In fact, all the patients the emperor brought to the spire were those who lost their voices a long time ago, and could not answer them in the first place.

"Instead, I can see with my own eyes the basic human tendency of Jean Looncandel, using you."

Knock, knock!

Suddenly, the emperor threw the window wide open and grabbed the neck of the coroner, who was tightening his head closest to him.

Then, without a moment's hesitation, he lifted up the hall lightly and threw it out of the window.

The hallucination did not scream, but Jean did not miss him falling to the ground.

Chapter end