Sword Master Who Leapt Through Time - Chapter 1



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#1 Night Burson’s Diary

[Continental Calendar 1337. March 11] The sky is on fire.

It was destroyed.

Banroaga, a kingdom of knights with 500 years of history.

I couldn’t keep it.

The capital is on fire,

His Majesty the King, the Queen Mother, and His Highness the Crown Prince have all passed away.

I, who could not even die, barely escaped with only the second prince in my arms.

When we arrived at the previously arranged escape route, the last remaining princes and princesses of the Duke of Gonghu were gathered there. About 20 knights from each family stood guard around the area, covered in blood.

They were all young.

Usually between 3 and 8 years old, with the oldest being 12 and 13.

A total of 16 boys and girls, including the prince, were dumbfounded and unable to cry, perhaps because they had seen such an unspeakable sight.

Today, of all days, was the 13th birthday of the Second Prince.

The prince, who witnessed the death of his parents and brothers with his own eyes, looked up at the burning sky without saying a word.

[Continental Calendar 1337. April 1] A storm breaks out.

We were able to successfully smuggle ourselves across the border of Roxium.

We are now leaving Gloryland and heading to Roverland.

A lawless land where criminals and fugitives from all over the world gather.

A continent ruled by thieves and counts who know no honor.

A place like that would actually be safer for us.

Outside, a storm rages, and the ship’s holds creak.

A group of small shoulders huddle together under the dim light.

Now, the second prince, His Majesty Lancen, is the sole heir.

And the last heirs of two ducal houses, three marquis houses, and five count houses.

We must protect them.

Even if all that remains for us ahead is disgrace and misery.

(Ink spread wildly)

… … I feel a little uneasy because of the internal injuries I received when I left the palace.

[Continental Calendar 1337. August 23] It’s raining.

It has already been two months since we arrived in Kushan City, ruled by Count Ksias.

Several knights died on the way here, and now only 12 people, including me, are left alive.

We live hidden in abandoned ruins.

To avoid possible pursuit by the Empire, we chose the beggars’ den.

Although it was an environment that did not allow for the reception of noble guests, the young princes and princesses quickly adapted to the place, perhaps because they were still young.

The city’s vagabonds and young orphans who originally lived in these ruins.

He often played and got along well with those orphans.

The knights went out to do manual labor to earn a living, but at least four or five of them stayed behind for escort.

“Sir Burson… … . Is it okay? To have such precious people in a place like this… … .”

I felt the same way as the knights who asked me that question, but I consoled them. You have to lie flat until you feel safe.

Your Highness the Second Prince.

And the princes and princesses of similar age have always practiced swordsmanship.

Knights from each family served as teachers.

He always swung his wooden sword, unless the younger princes and princesses were pestering him to play with him.

As the night deepens, precious people hug and comfort each other before falling asleep.

When I look at that sight, I feel a surge of emotion.

I’ve never wanted to protect someone so desperately.

however,

The internal injuries I suffered do not heal.

I am getting weaker and weaker.

That fact scares me.

[Continental Calendar 1337. December 1] It’s snowing.

His Majesty the Second Prince has organized the titles.

During that time, they secretly whispered to each other, “Your Highness the Prince” or “Your Highness the Count”, but the Prince’s conviction was that he could not live like that forever.

“Mr. Burson. From now on, I’ll call you that. You can also call me by my name. Lansen. Like that. Talk to me.”

“How could I… … .”

“Oh, go ahead and try it.”

The knights, including me, had a hard time pronouncing the two letters ‘Lansen’.

“Good job. You guys too. From now on, call me hyung or oppa. I will also think of you as my younger siblings.”

The little prince and princess had a hard time at first, but soon they started calling each other, “Brother Lansen!” and “Brother Lansen!”

Your Highness the Prince… … No, since Lansen emphasized that I must keep the title, I think I should write Lansen in my diary from now on.

Honestly, I was touched.

You’re so smart even though you’re young.

Your swordsmanship is also improving day by day.

Fortunately, as the captain of the royal guard, I have mastered all of the royal family’s secret swordsmanship… … Banroa’s sword will be passed down without interruption.

Even though my internal injuries have hardened and I, who was once a top-level expert, can only use a lower-level expert aura… … . If there is something I can do, I will do it.

[Continental Calendar 1339. May 27] Clear and pleasant weather.

It’s been almost two years since I started living here.

We, who were knights, have now become more accustomed to being called “Mister.”

Lanshen and the other children got along so well that they looked like brothers and sisters.

Lansen also took in orphaned children he had become close with as part of his family.

Our “uncles” also followed suit.

Yes. We can raise those orphans as knights and have them protect our precious people.

Lansen swung his sword regardless of rain or snow.

The sword has already been dyed in aura.

At 15 years old, I’m on the verge of reaching the Expert Intermediate level…

Even in Banroa, which was renowned as the kingdom of knights, he was a genius of unprecedented caliber.

Lansen is our hope, our pride and our self-esteem.

[Continental Calendar 1341. August 1] The cicadas are chirping loudly.

Lansen said.

“At this point, we should assume that even the Empire won’t be able to find us.”

He had it all planned out.

I decided to put an end to the life of living off of manual labor.

He emphasized that now is the time to rise up.

I want to become a vassal of Count Xias, the ruler of this city.

“I think it would be enough for me, Roy, Aihas, Ilia, Zerona, and about 10 of you uncles to follow.”

If I write after a long time,

The 17-year-old Duke Roy, the same age as Prince Lansen, and the 16-year-old Margrave Aihas, Ilia, and Countess Zerona.

“Mr. Burson and Mr. Ibsen stayed behind to watch over the children.”

Lansen led a group of 14 people to the count’s mansion.

His face when he returned was very bright.

“Now, our Ilneon Family is an organization affiliated with Count Ksias. Let’s live a little more comfortably from now on.”

The name of the ruins we live in is Illeon Dungeon. That’s why we are the Illeon Family.

It felt like things were going smoothly.

Lansen’s swordsmanship has already surpassed expert intermediate level and is now looking towards expert advanced level.

Sword Aura.

His black hair was completely dyed with a dark blue aura.

Blue black,

The symbolic color of the Iron Heart, the visionary law of the Banroa royal family.

When I look at that beautiful light that has bloomed again, my throat gets choked up for no reason.

[Continental Calendar 1341. November 28] It got cold overnight.

The missions given by Count Xias were mainly to subdue demons or kill people.

It often seemed as if he was being asked to do dishonorable things, but Lansen didn’t care.

He always emphasized that what’s important is our family.

Thanks to that, our situation is getting better day by day.

Whenever Lansen did well in his work, the Count would hand over a lucrative business and grant him the right to collect taxes in a prime location.

We decided to build a new mansion next to the ruins.

Perhaps because he is also practicing in real combat, Lansen’s swordsmanship is developing rapidly.

He is 17 years old.

It’s already expert level.

[Continental Calendar 1344. March 11] The wind smells of spring.

Lansen is a genius.

Perhaps the greatest genius in the history of the Banroa Kingdom?

Lansen’s 20th birthday.

Aura threads rose from his sword.

The aura that poured out of the sword stretched out like a long thread and fluttered in the wind.

Proof that you have reached the highest level of Sword Expert.

Even I, who was known as a genius, had to be almost thirty years old to achieve this, but now I am catching up with that at the young age of twenty…

I don’t know what to say to this overwhelming feeling.

[Continental Calendar 1348. May 12] I smell flowers.

Today I saw.

The auror blade that sprouted from Lancen’s sword.

A storm arose following that powerful momentum.

That’s for sure.

He became a sword master.

At just 24 years old.

This is on a whole other level than reaching the top level of Expert.

A giant leap forward that should be called an ‘evolution’ rather than an achievement.

Even though I reached the top level of Expert at the age of 29, I still haven’t been able to break through the Sword Master barrier at the age of 45.

Isn’t it the curse of the highest level of experts that many knights who were called geniuses were unable to escape until they died?

But you’re a sword master.

Even in the Kingdom of Banroa, which was overflowing with knights as brilliant as stars, there were only four swordmasters.

A realm that only a handful of true geniuses, chosen from among the shining stars, can reach.

Proof of a great knight.

A force that can make one the conqueror of a region even with just one person.

This was the last spark of the Banroa Kingdom, which had barely blossomed after years of humiliation and suffering.

Lansen said.

“You can start again, Mr. Burson. No… … . Knight Burson.”

It was the first refreshing smile I had seen since the day the kingdom burned.

okay.

Then it will reach you.

Beyond Sword Master, to the highest level of Grand Master.

When that time comes, I will be able to proudly call Lancen… … His Highness the Prince, or rather His Majesty the King, again.

[Continental Calendar 1348. June 1] Cloudy.

Something went wrong.

It was right after Lansen left to subdue the demons under the orders of Count Xias.

Ksias’ men burst into the mansion and took all the children away.

There was nothing I could do because I was weak.

It’s ominous.

They said, ‘The Count’s invitation,’ but it was endlessly ominous.

Damn it. I was just settling my affairs and leaving Kushan City, did he notice?

Even so, I have been loyal for over 10 years, so surely… … .

It’s my fault.

It’s my fault.

Should I have resisted even if the auror core broke?

[Continental Calendar 1348. June 5] It’s raining.

The children who were invited to the count’s mansion have not yet returned.

As soon as Lansen returned from subduing the demon beasts, he heard the whole story and headed straight to the count’s mansion.

His face when he returned was dark.

I asked what happened, but Lansen didn’t answer.

Roy, who followed Lansen, told me.

Lansen received a mission from Count Xias.

The mission to kill the Blood Count Deulkashu… … .

You damn dog, Ksias.

The children were held hostage.

To make this suicide mission impossible to refuse.

[Continental Calendar 1348, June 6, dawn] It’s still raining.

Kashish, ruled by Blood Count Dulkashu, is located to the east of Kushan City, where we live.

Because their various interests overlapped and clashed, Ksias and Dulkas were always enemies.

The problem is Count Deulkashu’s power.

Count Ksias was also a sword master who was not well known throughout Robertland, but Count Dulkashu was no less famous.

He was a powerful vampire with true blood, and he had many vampire bloodlines of the Sword Expert level or higher under his command.

It might have been for this reason.

It was because Lansen had planned to leave secretly at dawn without telling anyone.

He was willing to risk his life alone.

Luckily, we weren’t that oblivious.

Everyone was awake and caught Lansen at the entrance to the mansion.

I spoke passionately to dissuade Lansen.

“It’s too dangerous. You shouldn’t go. The life of one person is more important than the lives of all of us.”

But Lansen shook his head.

“Without my younger siblings, I have no reason to live. They are now held captive by Count Ksias.”

There was some bickering, but it was eventually decided that 14 people would follow Lansen.

Among the knights, only two were left behind.

Useless me. And Sir Ibsen, who was relatively young.

“If we don’t come back, Mr. Burson… … No, Knight Burson. You have to take care of your siblings. But don’t worry. Just come back when you win. Then everything will be right again.”

He smiled confidently as always.

I wanted to believe that laughter.

Oh my heavens.

Please protect Prince Lansen, Duke Roy, Margrave Aihas, Count Ilia, and Countess Zerona.

If you still have mercy, please look down on my old fellow knights… … .

[Continental Calendar 1348. June 8] Annoyingly, stars twinkle in the sky.

I just couldn’t stand it.

I decided to rebel.

After riding all night, we arrived at Kashish.

He drew his sword and cut down the enemy soldiers blocking his way.

Even though my aura core, which was already deeply damaged, was starting to break, I squeezed it even harder.

The office of Count Deulkashu, where we finally arrived, was hell.

Blood. Everywhere you look, it’s red blood.

On the red floor were carved familiar figures.

Little Dukes, Little Marquises, Little Counts… …. None of them are able to close their eyes and are immersed in a pool of blood.

The same was true of my fellow knights who had been with me faithfully until this day.

Count Deulkashu was also dead with his eyes wide open, but he didn’t even notice that.

Prince Lancen was seen leaning against the wall, breathing colorfully.

My right wrist was not visible,

The left leg was crushed from the shin to the toes.

The aura core was cracked. The aura that had always flowed so powerfully was now extremely weak.

The two eyes of the deity looking at me seemed empty.

“It’s all over. Bursun… … .”

At that voice, my soul crumbled.

What ended?

A dream to continue the lineage of the Banroa Kingdom?

Anyway, a promise to live happily?

Our pride and our hopes… … . All of it… … . Is this really the end?

I picked up the unconscious Hajeong and left Kashish.

11 years ago. I kept shedding tears of blood as I remembered that day when I escaped the kingdom.

When I arrived at Kushan City, my precariously fragile aura core was completely shattered and scattered into pieces.

I am now completely useless.

[Continental Calendar 1351. February 25] It’s still cold.

Knight Ibsen is dead.

With this, the only remaining knight is me, a useless one.

The thugs of Kushan City continue to cause conflicts, threatening to take away the few remaining businesses we have.

Count Ksias merely stands by and watches, or encourages, this from behind.

Lansen has always been the same since that day.

I gave up and gave up again.

Ibsen told us not to even dream of revenge.

Just protecting my family.

That’s all he lives for.

When I look into your eyes, they seem empty.

It is a repetition of days lost day by day.

[Continental Calendar 1351. April 6] Flowers bloom again.

What the hell happened today?

miracle?

okay.

A miracle came to Prince Lansen.

A miracle that went back in time.