Sword Master Who Leapt Through Time - Chapter 8



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#8 Plan

“great job.”

Sea greeted me today with a blank expression, but her face was slightly pale.

“What happened? Why did the Count invite us? Did he realize that I killed Nagi?”

Sea shook her head.

“That can’t be. The timing is wrong. And even if they found out that Nagi was dead, they’d think it was the work of the rebels.”

“Rebel forces?”

“Yeah. Lately, there’s a force that’s been assassinating the Count’s men. They’ve never killed a big shot like Nagi, but… … These days, if someone goes missing, it’s usually because of them. So don’t worry.”

Count. Have you lost all your popularity?

In the past, everyone was afraid of him and suppressed their complaints, but now it seems like they are bursting like a balloon that can no longer be suppressed.

Anyway, I’m glad to hear that it’s not because of me…

“Then why are you inviting us?”

“I don’t know about that. But that’s not the problem right now. The problem is that because of the sudden invitation… … the plan to assassinate the Count went awry.”

Sea continued, frowning subtly.

“The original plan was to target the moment when the Count performs the ritual.”

One word really got on my nerves.

“consciousness?”

“Yeah. It’s been a while. Since my brother became like that… … The Count comes out of the castle once a month to perform the ritual alone.”

“Like a religious ceremony?”

“I don’t know exactly, but it’s probably something like that. Religion or magic.”

“Really? That Count Ksias?”

It was hard for me to believe.

Count Ksias is an extremely self-centered and vulgar person. If God gave him a revelation one day, he would start a fight by saying, “Who are you to tell me what to do?”

Don’t you know that I’ve been working hard under you for 7 years?

But that count became a religious person?

“after,”

Sea let out a short sigh and stared at me with eyes like deep sea water.

“Brother. Forget about the old Ksias. Didn’t Daisy tell you yesterday? Children were kidnapped and entire villages were annihilated. Do you know where all those children and their bodies went? They were all used as ritual sacrifices.”

“that…….”

“I’m sure. I saw those corpses with my own eyes. They weren’t just any corpses. They had been subjected to witchcraft… … . They were filled with concentrated death energy. They were so filled with such vicious energy that you couldn’t even sense mana. They were definitely not natural corpses.”

oh my god.

So the Count prepares corpses and living sacrifices to bow down to an unknown being?

So much has changed in the past three years… … .

After finally accepting the reality, another new fact caught my eye.

Sea. He was a smart and knowledgeable younger sibling before, but…

“But how do you know all that?”

Just like the story about the rebels earlier, the fact that they hold a ritual once a month and use a certain sacrifice in the ritual was information that would be treated as a secret even within the castle.

But you know all that?

Sea slightly averted her gaze at my question.

“… … I had to survive in this city. So I built up an information network here and there.”

This was a bit painful.

While I was stuck there, losing hope, were my siblings struggling like this to protect us?

I felt bitter at the thought that my absence had caused the boys to become adults early.

Sea glanced at me and changed the subject.

“Anyway. The important thing is that the plan has completely fallen apart. As I said before, the original plan was to target the time when the Count was performing the ritual. The Count is the only one who can enter the chapel. And he’s even outside the castle.”

“So, we go to the chapel in advance and lie in wait, then attack the Count when he comes in?”

“Yeah. We have to eliminate the Count’s men to increase our chances of winning. Like last time… … We can’t do that, right?”

but.

When assassinating Count Deulkashu, you had to fight while breaking through the resistance of his subordinates.

It was absolute hell.

So Sea’s plan was great.

The problem is… …

“But it’s completely messed up. The ceremony is supposed to take place in a week… … The Count invited us specifically for three days later.”

It was such a coincidental timing that Ksias sent us an invitation, as if he had seen through our plans.

Sea looked down at the floor expressionlessly as if her worries were deepening, then quickly glanced at me.

“Anyway, I’ll figure out the method. You just think about how to catch the Count.”

The guy moved his lips as if he was going to say something more, but then he made up his mind and asked in a sharp voice.

“But, Oppa. Can you really cut down Ksias?”

The caution and fear in that voice.

As if those words had been a catalyst, the fire burning in the room next to him flared up.

“That, that’s why. Lansen. Do we really have to fight? Ksias has become a total monster now!”

Everyone outwardly followed my words, but inside they were hiding this anxiety.

You may want to believe me, but… …you’ve already seen me become a wreck once.

You must be scared.

I’m afraid that I, who has finally recovered, will suffer like that again.

But, as I said, this is not optional.

“Mr. Burson. There is no other way. And… … there is a chance of winning.”

Woof-

I took out a sword through the subspace necklace.

It was the sword I used to call the police in the morning.

“knife?”

“It looks good… … ?”

While everyone else was puzzled, Burson was the only one who was moved when he found out the identity.

“The King’s Sword, Banroa… … .”

A sword that the first king of Banroa forged with the help of a dwarf blacksmith and a fairy.

It was a treasure that symbolized the king’s authority and was even given the name of a kingdom.

“Do you know, Mr. Burson? What this sword is made of.”

In response to my question, he responded by reciting part of the founding ceremony of the kingdom.

“The king forged a sword with silver that contained the energy of starlight… … .”

Even Sea, who was usually expressionless, opened her lips slightly at those words.

“That star silver that you make by refining silver steel that fell from the sky? You made a sword using that whole thing?”

“Yes. It’s a solid sword. Vampires and other evil creatures can’t withstand this sword. I killed Deulkashu with this too. But back then… … he had a lot of subordinates, and it was my first time fighting a vampire. But this time is different.”

I looked at Sea with unwavering eyes, and Sea nodded slowly.

“Okay. I’ll believe you, oppa. Even if things don’t go well, it’s okay if we die together.”

No. Why die together? What are you talking about…?

“I’m kidding.”

Let me just stare at it quietly. Sea adds bluntly.

But since he always had a blank expression on his face, I was confused as to whether he was joking or being serious.

I warned the guy.

“That’s not a joke. Don’t do it.”

After confirming that Sea nodded, he looked away.

“Anyway, you will never die. You make the plan and I execute it. Even if it doesn’t go as planned… …don’t worry. I will somehow manage it.”

If the plan is a sword,

When plans go awry, the blade breaks.

I… … will cut even with a broken blade.

That was it.

* * *

It’s not enough.

It’s not enough.

But I spoke confidently to Sea.

In fact, the situation was not so easy.

Seongeun Sword.

There is the guardian necklace and magic armor that I recently discovered.

In fact, even with all of this, it wasn’t enough to defeat the Count.

So what should we do then?

How can we compensate for the lack of force?

‘Oh, seriously, why isn’t it working?’

I wish I could go back to the past one more time. Maybe I could find another useful weapon.

But since that day, the Book of Destiny has not responded again.

Time was too pressing to hang around here.

So there is only one way left.

‘Learn new swordsmanship.’

Didn’t you just witness some amazing swordsmanship a while ago?

Make it mine.

With evil, with force, and with my talent that Mr. Burson admired.

Srrrrung-

I moved the sword slowly.

Following the traces of memory, slowly and slowly.

It’s becoming clearer and clearer.

Ancient times, 10,000 years ago.

The very same swordsmanship that the leader of the cult displayed.

As I moved the sword along the sword path in my memory, I continued to feel goosebumps in real time.

‘This is crazy. How can you see this trajectory in that situation?’

He played with me like a child, even though I was called a master of the sword.

Even though I was emitting an overwhelming aura of expert-level power, I couldn’t easily subdue him.

That tenacious and solid swordsmanship.

And that sharp edge.

‘The more I think about it, the more it makes no sense.’

How many moves can you put into one move?

Is it possible to use a sword like this?

I was surprised at the time, but it was even more surprising when I analyzed it closely.

How can you make such a decision in an instant when no one is there to give you advice?

At that moment, what he had said suddenly flashed through my mind.

‘What good is it if the sword is dyed with color? I’m just a half-baked swordsman who can’t even read the sword’s mind.’

Read the mind of the sword.

What on earth did that mean?

It was difficult to understand in my head… …

Isn’t it so strange?

As I moved my body, recalling the swordsmanship of that leader… … I somehow felt like I understood its meaning.

‘Listen to the voice of the sword…’

Now that I think about it, that’s what happened.

Me too, and others too… …

All swordsmanship in this era is focused on aura.

How to increase the power of aura.

How to freely manipulate the aura.

He handles the sword with only that focus.

To us, a sword was nothing more than a tool to carry an aura.

But ancient swordsmanship is different.

The sword is in the center.

It was infinitely sharp and free.

As if he was talking to the sword, no… …as if he had become the sword itself.

‘When was the last time I faced a sword…?’

My heart raced as if I had met my first love again, whom I had long since forgotten.

I’m sinking deeper and deeper into the sword.

Swing and swing again… … .

Little by little, I forgot everything.

Forget the count too,

I forgot too,

Every breath was taken with the sword.

Woof- Woof-

At some point, the sword started to cry.

It was a strange thing, but I didn’t even think about it as strange, and just faced the sword and embraced it with my heart.

“after…….”

And then suddenly when I opened my eyes,

Wooooow-

At the tip of my sword, which was trembling on its own, a transparent haze was burning.

A sharp, piercing blade, just like those shown by ancient inspectors.

You’ll understand once you try it yourself.

This was definitely not an aura.

* * *

The permanent residence of Kushan City.

Once a splendid castle adorned with glittering treasures, it is now a dark and eerie place with blackout curtains drawn across the windows.

In the great hall where darkness like death had descended, a giant man sat alone on a throne.

Ppa-gak-

Snap!

He placed the blood-filled skull bowls next to him and drank them down, then threw them under the throne and broke them repeatedly.

Squeak-

The great gate opened and a vampire approached without a sound and bowed his head.

“My lord, the reply has come back. He says he will enter the palace in three days.”

“Really? Finally… … .”

“Yes. But isn’t it a bit of a waste to have Lansen? If you take him in as a blood relative, his injuries will heal, and you’ll have another Sword Master… … .”

“Kuuuuuuuu. What an idiot.”

Ppa-gak-

Ksias, the lord of Kushan City, emptied another skull cup cleanly and threw it to the floor, shattering it.

“What’s the big deal about being a Sword Master? You’ll gain much more power now.”

“yes?”

“Those guys. They are definitely nobles of the Kingdom of Banroa. Didn’t you know?”

“Oh, is that so? I didn’t know.”

“That guy, Lansen, might be the last prince of Banroa.”

“I thought he used quite orthodox swordsmanship… … but there was a secret… … .”

“Yes. So think about it. How happy will the master be if you offer him your precious blood? How much greater power will he grant you…? Those arrogant five kings are no match for me. Hehe. I’ve really waited for a long time. Until I was ready to use them as sacrifices.”

Gulp gulp gulp gulp crack-!

Ksias threw the skull cup down once again.

Madness burned in his eyes.

“Yes. Are all the other offerings properly prepared?”

“Yes. As soon as we receive the shipment tomorrow, we will be fully prepared.”

“Yeah. It has to be perfect. It has to be that way.”

In the darkness, the large mouth of Ksias smiled whitely.

Blood-soaked fangs gleamed.