Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 438

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:58:33 AM

It's been five days since the deportees and the langs hit the tequan.

However, as the 12th-term has yet to make any significant moves, the senior members were struggling with mounting anxiety day by day by day.

A senate villa in the city of Calon, Jorden and his elders sat together at a round table with a stuffy dark expression.

Ahead of them was a bundle of newsletters from around the world covering a recent incident.

Tikan Free City, attacked by unidentified gunmen.

Some facilities and objects have been destroyed, but no casualties have been reported...….

About the reason why the Tikan Free City garrison became the Ironman's army, Jean Looncandel.

As evidenced by the Great Depression, the 12th Runkandel has something extraordinary to counter terrorism.

If you're a rider of Looncandel, it's not that you're particularly good at it.….

Twelve wounded, dead! All terrorists killed, the dignity of the free city.

Shortly after the attack on the Black Planet, why are terrorists on the rise these days?

The identity of the terrorists is still unknown...... what kind of response will the 12th jockey show?

All the front pages of the newsletter were plastered with information about the Tikan terrorist attacks. Not only Hufester, but also some newsletters from the Federation of Beams and Rutero.

Some of the elders overlooking the newsletter sighed.

In fact, everyone wanted to sigh, but they were holding back from watching the eyes of Jorden, who was shaking with rage. It was only a privilege for senior citizens to take a breather.

"There's not a single dead person... ...and there's not a single one.…!”

Gorden exclaimed, grasping roughly at the newsletter in front of him. His bloodshot eyes were filled with grim anger.

"This is a possible shame!"

Bang!

The round table broke to pieces at Jorden's fist and debris splashed everywhere.

When he decided to send the deportees to Tikan, Jorden naturally did not think this would come out.

It would be impossible to get rid of the Tikan completely, but at least. Along with the devastating level of civilian damage, Jin's colleagues were expected to take away the lives of several of them.

Since two deportees and at least seven people committed terrorism, it was never too much to expect such damage.

"That's nonsense, sir. Hundreds of civilians, no. That's too little, too little. It's normal to have at least 1,000 units of civilian damage."

"Fix it, sir. Here, drink some cold water. Hey! Get me some cooler water!"

"It's clear that the deportees were betrayed."

"What on earth are they betraying? Their goal is revenge. Those who know the power of the Black Sword Council better than anyone else, and they can't have rated the 12th flag higher than the senate."

"But if it's not betrayal, it doesn't make sense, does it? Besides, these articles are based on the information that the 12-year-old intentionally leaked to the press. It means that even the death of all the deportees and langs is likely to be false."

"Then isn't it also a lie that there's no Tikan dead?"

"You've been through the 12th term, and yet you say that? The devil never does anything against him. The truth will be revealed when determined and investigated, and the damage to Tikan has already been verified by other agencies in each country."

"Ha, by the way. Twelve jockeys. The guy who was bold enough to bring the dead elders' throats last time, is still not moving, so I'm more anxious."

All the old men who spoke this and that were looking only at Jorden's mouth.

It was because depending on what decision he made, the case could be well covered or enlarged.

The harsh breath of Jorden, like the sound of seed, washing and iron, was gradually dying down. He is barely calming his anger.

"......I understand your concern. Twelve jockeys, the madman is silent now. There's no way I'll let it go. I will surely avenge you, just as I brought the heads of the elders last time."

The elder's expression darkened once again as Jorden opened his mouth.

Some of them even commented that Jordon had "lost his touch." He seemed to take out the secret number, saying, "I will fight against the 12th jockey," but it is disappointing that the result came from the beginning.

"Then what should we do? My lord."

"What the acting governor said last time is on my mind. If you let me down one more time, you said you'd shut down the senate temporarily.….”

"Oh, no such negatives!"

Jorden touched his forehead on those words.

"First of all, I'd like to...….”

As soon as Jorden was about to answer, he heard someone running from the hallway.

"Old man, we're in big trouble!"

He was a guardian of the senate.

In his urgent attitude, distorted expression, and anxious eyes, Jorden and the elders had to be caught up in this intuition.

I think the 12th-term player has begun to retaliate properly.

"What's the matter, speak calmly."

Jorden's eyebrows, which were inquiring calmly, were shaking finely.

"The exile has come to the Sword's Garden."

At the reply of the guardian knight, the elders had to sigh from the bottom of their hearts.

"Right now... ...prepare the carriage!"

* * *

In December, winter was in full swing, but it was raining cats and dogs.

The guardian knights, guarding the Sword Garden in strangely gloomy and bizarre weather, often looked up at the sky without any work.

The sky seemed to be crying sadly.

"It's midday and it feels like night. What kind of rain it's raining like this."

"I feel depressed on a day like this. When it's over, I'll have a strong drink...….”

The gatekeepers, who were chatting, fixed their posture and closed their mouths. It was because a knight in shining gray armor from afar saw him approaching.

The grey armor represented the fact that he was a knight in the family's code of law.

A rank desired and respected by all the family's guardian knights, as well as black pitching.

Chuck!

Guardian knights saluted with full military discipline.

The executioner answered with discipline, and the gate leading to the Sword Garden was opened.

The guardian knights did not lower their saluted hands until the executioner disappeared from sight.

"Surely, the atmosphere is different from ordinary guardian knights from executive knights."

"But wasn't that the old executioner's armor that the one that just passed by was wearing? I think I saw it in a textbook when I was a cadet."

"Did I? I don't know. We don't see each other often, so...... One day, we'll be wearing our own armor."

The gatekeepers never dreamed that he was a purged knight a long time ago.

Even if the armor is old, I don't think there will be a madman in the world who makes and impersonates Looncandel's executioner.

Especially in the garden of Hufester Calone and Sword.

"It's an armor that no one can wear, so we have so much respect."

Stubborn, flustered, flustered.

Mud and water were trampled on the deportee's feet.

The unusually heavy wet cloak felt like the weight of time before it came back here.

The twelve riders were right.

Defaming Rosa's authority, crying out for truth, and ferocious oxidation were the best revenge they could ever do.

'Why haven't I thought so simple? '

The deportees knew the answer.

Because their revenge was directed at Rosa Looncandel, not at Looncandel.

If he goes into the Sword Garden and reveals that he is still alive, Rosa will certainly suffer a considerable blow.

But that wasn't the end.

If other knights find out that the price of loyalty and devotion to the family was this terrible purges and purges...….

Enough was a problem that could shake the whole Looncandel.

Although fiercely denied, the deportees have always loved Looncandel even after being purged. Someone must laugh at me for being a twisted heart, but I liked it.

The days when they were most shining are surely attributed to this land.

As the 12-year-old said, that's the only revenge we can do. But what we're going to do is threaten not only Lord Rosa, but also the entire Looncandel.

I guess so.

The unity of the family will be weakened, and it will be an opportunity for the big powers, including the Giffle. You don't know that?

Is that what you want from Looncandel?

What?

If you don't hide the stench, you won't be the Looncandel you want to be eaten by your family is dirty and weak enough to be eaten by your enemies. The choice is up to you anyway. Whether to die to me or go to reveal the truth.

Suddenly, before finding the Sword's Garden, a conversation with the 12th rider came to mind.

'If a 12-year-old had been born a little faster, we would have been his knight. You could have kept your honor to the end.'

One step, one step, one step, asking for the regret of the frightening rise. They walked, savoring the garden of the sword they had cultivated.

I stopped for a moment, looking at countless swords all over the garden, and when I met the familiar faces of the old butler and the writers, I thought of their names in my mind.

At a time when I thought it was no different from before I was deported, I saw a scene where repair work was in full swing on one side.

'Is that a 12-gear piece?'

It was Jin's "declaration of residence" at the central battleground. The deportee stood there for a moment and imagined how intense and great the battle of the day was.

The raindrops inadvertently trickling into the armor were cold.

It was the courtyard just in front of the women's quarters that the deportee stopped walking again.

Eyes gathered little by little toward the deportee, who stood tall and looked up at the main building. Everyone is beginning to feel that his behavior is unusual.

"Why is the executioner so still?'

'Has there been an executioner wearing an old armor these days?'

in the midst of questioning one by one

The deportee shouted at the man who was on the women's quarters, who had hated him so much.

In a loud, deep-pitched voice like thunder.

"Journey, Rosa Looncandel, come out and listen to our story!"

Chapter end