The Young Son Swordmaster
eps 39s
Meanwhile, the Youngest Division was on a mission of their own.
And contrary to the expectations of all the middle class members, the Jin faction members fared quite well against the Orcs. They had conquered 17 of the 25 orcs they were assigned to defeat.
“This results in 18! If this continues, we may all actually come back alive without casualties!”
Scott and Taimont pulled out their swords from the orc corpses.
“Let's return safely and destroy all that bastard's vanity and ego. I'm afraid we'll ruin Young Master's reputation, but if this continues, it may be the opposite.”
“There are still seven orcs left. We must not disappoint our guards until we conquer them all.”
While Mesa burst out small bubbles of their excitement, she was actually smiling deep down.
'It is almost as if we are blessed by the gods. No, maybe Young Master Jin is blessed by the gods, and his luck is contagious to us too.’
All the members of the Jin Division had the same opinion.
Orcs usually move in groups. However, for some reason, these orcs appeared one by one, as if they were asking to be killed. Moreover, they never rushed, and attacked the cadets sluggishly.
No wonder they think they are so lucky.
“Continue scouting area! Make sure you stay alert, everyone! ”
The Jin Division cut and stored the dead orc ears inside the bag and returned to their respective positions in the formation.
As they moved through the forest, a man observed the cadets from behind, hiding in the dense and tall grass.
'Once they defeat the remaining seven orcs, I can finally go home as well ...'
The bored and dull-faced man was Murakan.
Mesa thought that the gods' blessings protected them, but it was actually the Murakan Black Dragon who acted as their guardian angel.
Murakan had arrived here, in the unprotected zone of the Curano Kingdom, before the Jin Division and had gathered the Orcs.
After that, he told them like this:
—Listen carefully, you rotten pig. I won't say this twice. From today onwards, you all have to move on your own. If I see one of you trying to build a group and gather other orcs, I will personally exterminate you all. Do you understand?
The lowly orcs could not go against the orders of the Great Black Dragon.
Moreover, he had spoken to them in 'Naga-Tongue', a language that represented the authority of the dragon. Dominating the mind of a low-grade monster with a Dragon Tongue was as easy as breathing for Murakan.
He was the only reason the Jin Division could safely defeat the Orcs one by one so far. Needless to say, the cadets did not know about this truth.
'Just keep it, it seems like Jin, that boy .. he plans to continue sending me on this trivial mission. Gosh, do you think being the contractor that was promised a thousand years makes you my boss? Fuck, indeed! Goddamnit! That boy—!’
The members of the Jin Division managed to subdue the remaining seven orcs the next day in the middle of the night.
"We made it!"
“We really made it live!”
This time, even Mesa could not hide her excitement and excitement, and cheered with her teammates. They had completed the mission one day earlier than they expected.
“We will take turns resting and keeping watch until the afternoon. After everyone sleeps, we return to the Garden of Swords! We change members on night duty every 45 minutes. The one in charge of the food will prepare breakfast.”
And start their late night/morning camp.
Murakan also lay among the tall grasses near the camp. She planned to spend until the afternoon coming by reading the erotic magazines she was carrying.
As he read the magazine, his annoyance and annoyance slowly disappeared. He had not been able to spend time reading it until now because he had to keep an eye on the mischievous children of humans who were not even involved in his destiny.
'Once we get back, I'll definitely tell the boy to bring me some limited edition magazines in return for this favor. Hehe, thinking about it like that, helping these boys in their missions was also quite advantageous to me—'
flunked.
Murakan suddenly closed the magazine he was reading and sighed.
He could feel a dangerous presence in the distance slowly approaching the encampment where the Jin Division was staying. He had no idea who this presence belonged to or what their purpose was, but Murakan was certain of two things:
One, the individual slowly approached the cadet camp.
And two, individuals have considerable power.
'It seems like destiny is not on our side. At this rate, the effort I put in on this mission would not be in line with the profits I would make. Where did this bastard suddenly appear from?’
Ck!
Murakan clicked his tongue bitterly and stood up.
Fortunately, the Jin Division cadets were only at 3-star level. Thus, Murakan could erect a large barrier around the camp, and the children would not be able to distinguish the darkness of the night from the shadow hemisphere that protected them.
Sssssssssssss…!
Several shadows gathered on both of his palms.
This was on a completely different scale compared to the demonstration he had done in the basement of Storm Castle. As Murakan stayed with Jin on the surface of the continent, he slowly inhaled some abundant shadows around him every day. Hence, he regained some of his strength from the era when he was known as the world-shaking Black Dragon.
“Hm?”
As Murakan covered the camp with a spiritual energy barrier, Bellop— who was on night duty— tilted his head in confusion.
He felt his surroundings suddenly become darker than before. However, he did not think too much about it. The boy only believed that they were deeper at night, and did not notice the barrier.
As a gust of strong wind shook the trees, Murakan also covered his entire body with spiritual energy. Immediately, what emerged from its original position was a huge black dragon. It was the original form of Murakan.
Holy hooch!
A pair of giant wings covered the moon. All the monsters, in addition to the other animals and living beings in the area, began to tremble with instinctive fear and subconscious terror.
Not surprisingly, the powerful entity that was approaching the encampment also stopped in its tracks; it had detected Murakan.
[Who dares to leak their energy before me without my permission?]
Murakan flew into the sky and covered the moon and stars. The black dragon that blocked the moonlight emitted a dangerous air that no one doubted him as an agent of the gods.
Unfortunately, Murakan was not as compassionate as he usually was when in his original form.
Holy hooch! Holy hooch!
With each flap of wings, a dark storm swept through the area.
Shadow storm. As the storm raged in the forest, it broke the huge trees like twigs and swirled around this source of spiritual energy.
Only then did the individuals lying in the distance finally stand up to reveal themselves. After verifying the response of this 'entity', Murakan stopped flapping his wings.
Its giant body that could be compared to a fortress covered in rocks. Under the huge helmet formed with ancient magic were two bright red eyes, staring intently at the dragon.
Finally, there was a huge spear and shield in both of his hands.
It was a creature called the 'Giant Cemetery'.
[...Oho, so. It was not a living creature, but rather an ancient relic from ancient times.]
Murakan was surprised by the appearance of this Funeral Giant.
The Cemetery Giant had disappeared without a trace about two thousand years ago. They were assigned to protect the graves of the gods who had died, but the dragon race had exterminated them.
In other words, this giant should no longer exist in this modern age, let alone appear before Murakan.
As the dragon calmly landed on the ground, the Burial Giant raised its shield. For a moment, Murakan looked at his enemy and felt that something was wrong with the situation.
[But I'm not happy to see you.]
Krprp.
The Funeral Giant let out a disgusting groan and lowered its position. Murakan tightened his scales as he recalled the ancient war between the two races.
He was preparing to release his breath. Although it would leave behind a trace, he had to finish this fight as quickly as possible.
Murakan opened his jaws and darkness gathered in a dangerous environment. After a few seconds, he had gathered enough spiritual energy to tear down the entire mountain range to the ground.
Ziiigg!
As he took a breath, the surrounding area suddenly sank into complete darkness. The Burial Giant lowered one leg and hid his body behind his shield, but he was unable to withstand Murakan's strength.
“Guoooo...!”
All he could do was shout one final groan at the door of death, just like the other Funeral Giants did two thousand years ago when facing the dragon.
Crushed.
While exhaling his last breath, the Burial Giant shattered into pieces, and a rain of debris descended on the spot he was standing before.
“Huft, huff ..!”
After the battle ended, Murakan returned to his human form and gasped for breath. His entire body felt like it was breaking because he had used too much force for the first time in a long time.
'It is impossible for a single Burial Giant to just randomly survive the war to this day and remain undetected. Shit, I'm sure the Zippel family is somehow related to this incident. What is going on around the world right now?’
After pondering for a moment, Murakan shook his head.
'For now, I shouldn't have told Jin about this. Whatever happens, I just need to protect her. As long as the child grows steadily for another ten years, he will be strong enough to face the Zippel family.'
The next day, in the basement of the Bouvard Gaston Fragmented Workshop.
Bouvard walked around in circles and dragged his fat body; he was anxious enough that he could not stop biting his thumb.
Crunched.
A man enters the room. With a slick coat and sharp gaze, this resolute individual was Vishukel Yvliano.
He was the deputy leader of the revolutionary group 'Kinzelo'.
“Tu-Master Vishukel! Trouble has happened! My artwork... My outstanding artwork is...!”
“...I've been told about it. The Funeral Giant was destroyed last night, wasn't it? ”
"Indeed! Urgh, who would do such a horrible act…?! How dare they treat my artwork in such a way! Do they look down on the soul of an artist ?! ”
Vishukel took a deep breath.
In order to achieve Kinzelo's ultimate goal, the fool who preached about this 'soul of an artist' was indispensable, and Vishukel considered the truth to be unfavorable.
“Bouvard. Your artist's soul is not what matters today. Funeral Giant destroyed by a dragon last night.”
"A-A dragon?"
"Absolutely. In fact, it was the dragon that controlled the shadows. I confirmed with my own eyes before coming here. ”
Vishukel was so anxious and agitated that he was about to go crazy.
Kinzelo had been preparing their grand masterplan since five hundred years ago.
They end up executing their plans, but this incident suddenly gets in their way. Moreover, most of the active dragons today work for 'Zipfels'.
Bouvard stopped making a fuss and looked at Vishukel in silence.
“... That is impossible. Are you saying dragons have noticed our movements and plans? Not only that, it is a shadow dragon?”
“Nothing is certain for now, but it's definitely a warning from them. I will try to have a meeting with the Zippel family in the near future. In the meantime, make sure you keep an eye on everything going on in this area. I'll lend you some useful people to work with.”
"understood. Urgh, I can't believe this... Ah, by the way, Lord Vishukel, have you had breakfast yet? I want to eat sweet potato croquettes.”
Vishukel suppressed the boiling anger within him and barely answered.
“...Sure, I'll go buy some, so let's eat together.”
“Hehe, sounds good. I also want fresh milk.”
He also swore to himself that he would kill this sickly fat person with his own hands someday.
