I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 343



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Episode 343

“Take it.”

“… … .”

I received the bracelet that Assad gave me.

It was a plain, dark-colored bracelet with no particular design, but the outer part was smooth enough to slip, and although it seemed to be made of metal, it felt almost weightless.

In short, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

“If you fill that in with Liseradicos, you can leave the underground library. The time limit is only one day, and if you break that time… No, that’s enough.”

Assad shook his head.

“If it’s that guy, you don’t need me to tell you what the disadvantage is. There’s a spell engraved on the inside of the bracelet.”

“That’s what my father said.”

I feel sorry for Lise, but I decided to postpone the conversation about the bracelet and start talking about something else.

“I heard you’re going on a mission in a few days.”

Assad kept his mouth shut.

I stared at his face intently and asked again.

“Is that the conclusion of the council?”

“Don’t judge it rashly. This is the best we can do.”

“You think it’s best to send them to the battlefield in that state? What on earth was the content of the meeting that led to such a conclusion? If they were healthy, there should be many of them in the family. It’s not like the family lacks capable people.”

“You’re right. The Badnikers are not a family lacking in talent.”

“Then why.”

“But their activities and Delak’s activities are completely different. What the world wants now is not the fame of Badnikker. It is the reputation of the Iron-Blooded Duke. Don’t you see the difference? Delak has already shouldered too much. No one else can take his place.”

“Does that mean that your top priority is to let people know that the Iron Blooded One is still alive? Even if it means risking your life?”

“Life in Delak has always been like this. Nothing changes.”

“Then it has to change from now on.”

Somehow, it felt like the story was going on in parallel lines, and my voice was starting to get a little irritated.

I feel like the fact that the man in front of me is a family elder and a great wizard is gradually fading away.

“You don’t know anything about Delak.”

I was wondering what you were going to say.

I can’t help but laugh out loud.

Because I remember having a similar conversation when we were talking about Lissera Digos.

“I think you like saying you don’t know anything, so what I have to say is the same. Please teach me something so that I can understand it.”

Then Assad sighed.

“I never thought I’d say such old-fashioned things, but why are you so ill-mannered? Have you lost your sense of fear?”

“I’m sorry about that. But if you don’t say it like this, I won’t say anything.”

Assad remained silent for a moment, wondering if this was the point.

Assad said.

“You said you saw Delak as a child at the Academy.”

“yes.”

“Anyway.”

What does this question mean?

I continued speaking, recalling memories from the past.

“It was a bit unexpected. It seemed like the father I knew. Of course, it’s not for me to say, and people’s personalities tend to change, but… Compared to now, it felt like he had completely changed as a person.”

“okay.”

Assad nodded.

“There’s no need to say anything about Delak’s talent. In my long life, I’ve never seen a more brilliant diamond than him. Maybe I’m seeing something that will never appear again in human history. But… … .”

Assad pursed his lips for a moment.

It seemed like he was thinking hard, and it also felt like he was organizing what he wanted to say.

“The old Delak had one flaw. If he lived as a normal human, it wouldn’t matter, but it was a flaw that he had to overcome in order to be reborn as a hero.”

“What is that?”

“It’s his nature. Delak couldn’t be cruel. He was too affectionate, and his temperament was also weak. Even more so than Dolbert Badniker now.”

“… … .”

I blinked my eyes.

Because that was the most unexpected aspect of Iron Blood that I had ever heard.

I stared at Assad’s face, wondering if he was trying to trick me, but his expression didn’t seem to indicate that.

“… It’s hard to believe.”

“That’s right. The Delak you know is a man without emotions, worthy of being called an Iron-Blooded Man. A man who devoted his life to hunting cultists and subjugating demons. How on earth did a weak boy become an Iron-Blooded Man? And that too overnight.”

“… … .”

For a moment, I almost replied, “Why don’t you just regress?” But that’s not possible.

I put the next most likely thing into my mouth.

“Is it a guardian angel?”

“That’s right. That’s why Delak was able to become an iron-blooded man. He doesn’t have a heart.”

“… … .”

That doesn’t mean it really doesn’t exist.

When I was treating him, I confirmed that Cheol-Hyeol-Gong had a heart.

After a moment of silence, Assad continued speaking.

“The protection of the Iron Blood. I am certain that it is the most essential protection that makes up the existence of the Iron Blood Lord.”

“What kind of ability do you want me to give you?”

“Abilities? There’s nothing like that. It’s a blessing that has nothing to do with physical enhancement or ability assistance. On the contrary, the holder of this blessing gradually becomes emotionally dull and eventually completely dry. They can look at their family and friends coldly without feeling affection towards them. The only priority is the given mission.”

I burst out laughing.

“Is that a blessing? Not a curse?”

“The difference between a blessing and a curse is thinner than a sheet of paper.”

The wizard’s characteristically vague way of speaking was even more irritating today.

“You’re saying that you’ve castrated his personality? How is that any different from turning a normal person into a battle dummy? You’re just using him as a tool to revive your family, aren’t you?”

“… … .”

Assad kept his mouth shut.

Are you saying you have nothing to say?

There was a faint sense of guilt and self-loathing on his face, but somehow even that attitude felt hypocritical to me now.

I asked, feeling my head starting to heat up.

therefore…….

The fact that Cheolhyeolgong was indifferent to everything, even to his family, and only judged his family based on their utility.

The fact that it was only because of his protection and not his original nature or intention made my head burn.

I was also annoyed at myself for not knowing that fact and for always avoiding and mocking the Iron Blood before and immediately after my regression.

“… As you know, no one can choose what kind of protection they receive. However, it is their own choice whether or not to use the protection they possess. It means that Delak’s wish to abandon his weak nature was a choice.”

“It must have been the choice of a twelve-year-old, Mr. Asad. Excuse me, but you’ve lived so long that you probably don’t remember what twelve-year-olds are like. No matter how smart you are, how old you are, and how quickly you mature, at twelve you’re not even good at discerning right from wrong. You can’t help but be pushed around by the expectations of your surroundings and the adults around you.”

“… … .”

“Are you sure that the choice was entirely your father’s? That your pressure or expectations had no influence at all?”

I looked at Assad, who was silent, and at that moment I was convinced.

Delak’s will was not behind the creation of the Iron Blooded One.

The monster created by the Cheolhyeolgong in the Bokmajeon, a family obsessed with achievements, fame, and accomplishments, and a group of disgusting people, was none other than the Iron Blood Gong.

“They say that if something is still, it will rot, and now I think I understand what that means. I know exactly what kind of family the Badnikers are. And I also know what kind of person Lord Asad is.”

I took my eyes off Assad, who still didn’t respond, and left the room without even saying goodbye.

As I walked down the stuffy hallway, my anger grew and it was difficult to calm down.

Badniker.

A shitty family that you don’t even want to step foot in.

Has the fact that you were born into this family ever made you feel so disgusted and shiver?

To be honest, I don’t want to get entangled any more. It wouldn’t be hard to leave the family or cut ties.

As I said before, if I commit to Heros, even Badniker will not be able to interfere with me more than necessary.

But if I leave Badniker like this, what will happen to the people who are left behind?

If you didn’t know, then you didn’t know. Didn’t you already know?

Father is the essence of the author.

“… This sucks.”

With no clear answer coming, I headed to the room where Delak was.

***

Delak looked at me blankly again and asked.

“Is there still more work to be done?”

I was curious to see what he was doing, and it seemed like he was reading some kind of diary, probably a record he had written as an Iron Blood soldier.

“… … .”

Actually, I don’t know what I came here to say. I don’t know what Delak is thinking.

In other words, I came back here because I didn’t know.

Because now I know.

What should I do when my head is spinning and I can’t even guess what the other person is thinking?

You can just have a conversation.

You just have to open up, understand each other’s thoughts, let go of the pent-up anger, and accept the thoughts that come out naturally as conclusions.

“… I just wanted to chat a little.”

But it must not have been easy for me to just keep going until this moment.

When I opened my mouth awkwardly, Delak looked at me with a blank stare and chuckled.

“Chitchat… … Now is not the time for that.”

If it were before, I might have backed down at those words.

It would have been difficult to ignore the sense of pressure contained in the tone that at first glance seemed cold.

However, I have already come to a point where I am at odds with Assad, the eldest member of the family.

“So, when will that happen? Will it happen in our lifetime?”

It’s a moment to leisurely chat with the Iron Blooded Ones.

Delak closed the journal he was reading and spoke in a calm voice.

“There must be a reason why I was born this way. Since my innate powers are different from others, my responsibilities should also be different.”

“Is that nonsense an ideology instilled in you by the elders of the family?”

I asked crookedly, digging my earhole.

The responsibilities of those with power may be greater than those of others.

However, that doesn’t mean you have to give up your life, your joy, or your happiness.

Because I know.

– Youngest, what’s for dinner tonight?

– It’s steamed fish.

– I want to eat meat.

– The fish is also meaty.

– Stop talking nonsense and I’ll catch a deer and let’s roast it and eat it.

The strongest person in the world.

But ironically, it was with such beings that I had the most useless conversations.

So what is the difference between backlight and delaware?

We need to have a conversation today, if only to find out.

It’s good as father and son, man to man, or just person to person.

If we continue to talk earnestly today, or even tomorrow if that’s not enough, I’m sure we’ll come to some realization.

“Shall I start with what I think? I just wish my father would rest for a while.”

“rest?”

“There was a neighborhood where I lived with my mother after being kicked out of my family. Thinking back now, it was a pretty good place to live. The scenery was nice, the air was good, there was a lake nearby for fishing, and the city wasn’t that small, so I didn’t have any inconveniences living there.”

I looked at Delak, who was blinking his eyes blankly.

Strangely, I felt like my eyes were shining more brightly than usual, and I realized something new.

Of course, I don’t know what guardians Delak has lost.

But one thing is clear.

Now this man has lost the protection of the Iron Blood.

“That can’t be.”

The iron-blooded man shook his head firmly.

Of course, if I was going to give up with just that one word, I wouldn’t have come this far, so just as I was about to open my mouth again… … .

“however.”

Delak hesitated slightly, then slowly averted his gaze and muttered.

“I’m curious about the story of the city you were in.”

“yes?”

I looked at Delak with a blank expression for a moment, and then I found myself giggling.

Delak gave me a blank stare without pointing out my rudeness, until the laughter died down.

“Have you ever tried fishing?”

“I often thought that it was an inefficient method. A skilled swordsman could catch dozens of fish with just one swing of his sword.”

“Hey. I don’t know. The fun of fishing comes from a relaxed mindset, don’t you think? You look at the calm lake, get lost in your own thoughts, and only when you feel something on your fingertips do you focus for a moment.”

“What if there is still no response?”

“Then I just look at the lake, take in the sky, and enjoy the occasional breeze or sunshine… and if there’s someone next to me, I can chat.”

“I don’t understand.”

Even though he said that, the Iron Blood Knight’s eyes looked more interesting than anything I’d ever seen.

“How about alcohol?”

“Of course I didn’t drink it.”

“Oh, I guess so now that I remember. Gambling too… Of course you haven’t tried it.”

They say even dog poop can be used as medicine, and this time it was one of them.

I told Cheolhyeolgong about my experiences and memories from my days as a loser.

There is no specific reason.

However, at that time, Luan… was a pathetic loser with no responsibilities or duties, and his life was the complete opposite of that of the Iron-Blooded Duke Delak.

Just hearing it seemed like it would give this stubborn man quite a bit of stimulation in his head.

***

I stayed up all night.

It was the day I talked the most with my father since I was born, but looking back, I couldn’t remember what we talked about for so long.

Most of the stories were that trivial.

I learned a lot of new things about Delac, and it made me rethink things I thought I knew.

Perhaps they felt similarly?

The conversation with Delak was a process of gradually reconciling our differences.

At one time, I thought that the cause of all these conflicts was solely the Iron Blood Company.

But it wasn’t necessarily necessary for the Iron Blood to open the door.

On the contrary, the more I talked, the more angry I became, but no matter how much I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that this family had no answer.

I had thoughts of wanting to completely remove the last name from my name, of wanting to live without being associated with Badniker.

It’s hard to do that now.

Because I already knew.

This is the reality of this deformed family, this crazy family that has left all the work to one person.

‘… … .’

The fundamentals do not disappear.

No matter how much I try to ignore, run away, and forget, the fact that I am Luan Badnicker will never change.

Then what should we do?

Now I know the answer.

If the top is already rotten, you can change it from the bottom up.

Because that’s the only way to change the roots.

Early in the morning, I headed to Socheoldang without sleeping at all.

Then I took a deep breath and shouted.

“House aaaap-!”

The voice filled with inner strength resonated throughout the not-so-small building.

It didn’t take a minute for all the servants in the mansion to gather in front of me, accompanied by a clanking sound.

“Your Majesty.”

“Did you call?”

“Do you have any orders?”

Indeed, the servants of Badniker.

Although I was surprised by the sudden call, I wasn’t flustered.

“Ah. Right. I’ll give you an order.”

I said with a grin.

“You guys, I need you to tell me something.”

***

That evening.

A letter containing the message from Sogaju was delivered to all the children of the Iron Blood Duke who stayed in Badniker.

The contents were as follows.

[Dear brothers and sisters.]

[Tonight, we will have a cozy family meal and important conversation, so please make sure everyone attends.]

[Please note that absence will not be tolerated unless there is a special reason, and if discovered, intensive training in etiquette and manners will be provided.]

[Youngest, Luan Badniker.]