The Mad Dog of the Dukes House - Chapter 8



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Episode 8 2. Opening Ceremony (3)

5.

ocean.

Charon looked at the vast sea as he saw the magic of clarity filling the surroundings.

Only once in a past life.

I had seen the sea in the seaside city where I had gone to suppress a rebellion on the orders of the emperor.

The horizon stretched out endlessly.

The great nature whose depth we could not fathom.

It was a one-time experience, but I remembered the grandeur I felt at that time.

The magic of the clarity before my eyes keeps bringing back memories of that time.

A magical power filled his entire body and surrounded him.

“I don’t know why that sword met you in that form, but that sword was originally the sword of your ancestor, Rael.”

The boundless sea forges the black-tinted magic sword, Ruin.

No hot flames were needed to sharpen a sword.

The blue magic glows coldly, dispelling the darkness that had stained the magic sword.

“The sword your grandfather took was also Gram, the sword of your ancestor. Gram was a sword that contained the power of the North Sea, and it is a sword recorded in history.”

The sword is reborn in the blue magic.

A blue light appears within the black sword, and soon a dark blue sword is revealed.

A sword that can no longer be called a demon sword.

The sword, shining with a deep blue light, emits a dark light while being imbued with the magic of clarity.

“However, this sword given to you is a sword that has not even been recorded in history. It is a sword whose existence is only passed down to the heads of families and elders. The reason is simple. The power this sword possesses is extremely different from the power of your family.”

The magic sword that Caron remembered was no longer there.

Charon looked down at the new sword that had been reborn on the throne and asked in a low voice.

“What is the name of the sword?”

Then a voice answered.

“A sword that decapitated countless demons. A sword that consumed the power of demons. A sword that even demons were so afraid of that they forgot its very existence. A sword that was born in the deep sea of ​​the North Sea, a dark yet pure place.”

Charon took up his sword.

Woof woof woof-!

The magical power flowing from the sword surged into his body like a tidal wave.

The tidal wave-like magical power forcibly widens the magical passages that Charon had not been able to open until now.

Pain surged through his body, but Charon exhaled, holding his sword tightly.

“The Guillotine. That is the sword’s true name.”

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

It was an aftereffect of the magic passage being forcibly opened.

It felt like my whole body was burning. But this pain was nothing to Caron.

In my past life, I have experienced pain worse than this hundreds of times.

So Charon smiled and pulled the sword out of the throne. Then he lightly ran his hand down the dark blue blade.

“Guillotine.”

I don’t know why this sword appeared before me in the form of a demon sword in my previous life.

But I decided not to pay much attention to it.

The secrets that were entangled there can be discovered by building up your strength and finding them on your own.

“Is it like a task given to me to uncover that secret?”

It never occurred to me that this reincarnation was really just a coincidence.

I’ve always guessed that someone’s power was involved.

“A sword that resembles the darkness of the deep sea. It suits your destiny so well, child.”

Caron had already guessed who this voice was.

It couldn’t be otherwise, because in this world there was only one race that introduced themselves as the ‘Blue Clan’.

“Blue Dragon. It’s true that we have a guardian dragon in our family. What is your name?”

Dragon, also known as the Great Being.

They may seem like beings that only appear in legends, but they clearly exist in this world.

And Charon’s guess was correct.

The voice in my head replied with amusement.

“You are not yet mature enough to handle my true name. When your power can completely rule the sea, then come to the North Sea.”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Don’t you already know?”

“Oh, that was it?”

Charon chuckled and raised his sword high.

Break the world.

From the beginning, there was only one thing that meant something to his world here.

“I’ve always wanted to break it with my own hands at least once.”

The throne.

The seat where the emperor sat, who bound his fate and even his soul.

Woohoo.

The dark blue blade resonated with Charon’s magic. And Charon struck the sword down without hesitation.

Kwaaaaang-

Damn it.

The golden throne split in half. Dust scattered in all directions, and soon the illusions hanging over the entire space began to dissipate little by little.

Charon looked down at his sword again with a relieved heart.

Guillotine.

I thought it was a name that fit the sword of the rascal well.

“It will be so much fun to see your family turn upside down. You are my last game. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

“That old lady has a very impatient personality. She doesn’t look like someone who has lived a long life.”

“I like it very much, you rascal. I’ll be waiting with joy.”

With those words, all illusions disappeared, and the blue forest from before appeared again.

Caron looked around leisurely, the corners of his lips raised.

And after a while.

“hmm.”

I realized something was wrong.

Originally, the should have been there, but there was nothing left there.

There was only a pile of blue powder imbued with the magic of Cheongmyeong.

Moreover, the barrier was destroyed.

I saw Halo’s face, an old man running towards me from afar.

When all the circumstances are taken into account, the answer is as follows:

“… … The stone broke?”

The was broken.

Realizing that fact, Caron smiled brightly once again.

I don’t know English very well.

‘If I make a mistake here, I’ll kill my grandson or whatever.’

Judging by Halo’s serious expression, he had achieved his goal.

“Charon. What is this? The Stone of Oath… … .”

“I don’t know… … . Um, I think it’s broken. What should I do, Grandpa?”

As if to show his gratitude, Caron extended his sword.

“Oh, and take this sword… … .”

“… … Guillotine, the sword of decapitation. Why is that sword here at this time… … .”

Halo’s expression hardened into a more serious expression.

It was a truly proud day for Caron.

6.

Halo stood still and looked down at the dark blue sword his grandson was holding.

Guillotine.

This is a sword that has been erased from the history of the Black Family.

It was a sword that had never been chosen by anyone until now, and was only passed down through word of mouth among the head of the family and the elders.

Until now, I didn’t really know why, but when I saw it in person, I could understand.

The guillotine is terrifying to look at.

It gives an extremely alien fear, like looking into the deep abyss of the ocean with no end in sight.

It’s so creepy that even looking at it is scary, and other people wouldn’t even dare think about holding it.

But the grandson in front of me was holding it as if it was nothing.

Is it that he feels no fear, or does the guillotine not reveal its will to kill only its master?

Whatever the case, this situation was unprecedented.

“Aren’t you afraid of that sword?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“……okay.”

Halo sighed and scanned the scattered traces of the on the floor.

The breaking of the also meant that the time had come for the promise to be fulfilled.

A pact made by Lael Reston, the founder of the Duke of Reston, and the blue dragons of the North Sea.

A simple oath to exterminate the demons coming from the ends of the world.

Shijo was unable to exterminate the demons in the end.

Instead, he left behind this and promised to return in the future.

While waiting for one of his descendants to one day appear who will fulfill that oath.

‘So, is Charon the main character of that oath?’

He raised his head and looked at the elders waiting behind him.

The elders were also agitated, just like Halo.

They also know the secrets that have been passed down through the family for generations. So they would know what the situation was like now.

But simply knowing and accepting are two different things.

In this situation, as the head of the household and as the grandfather, there was nothing I could do for my grandson.

‘It is said that the master of the guillotine is destined to walk into the whirlpool himself.’

All he can do is silently acknowledge and accept that his grandson was chosen by fate.

Halo, having finished thinking, declared in a calm voice.

“The opening ceremony is over.”

Halo looks down at his grandson.

A child chosen by fate, a child chosen by the guillotine.

His youngest grandson, who would later drag this duke into the whirlpool.

“Caron Reston has been chosen by the sword of the ancestors, the Guillotine. As the head of the family, I hereby declare that Caron is worthy of being taught the art of decapitation.”

Jehaesik.

How to master the vast sea of ​​magical power.

A magical power training method unique to the family that can only be inherited by direct descendants of the Duke of Reston.

‘Son.’

Pale clenched his fists as he listened to Halo’s story.

His son will now walk the path he never walked. He was worried about that ominous sword in his son’s hand, but now he is just filled with excitement.

Halo looked around at his sons and spoke solemnly.

“Charon Reston, son of Pale Reston and grandson of Halo Reston, is now a proud member of the Qinghai Province. You here will bear witness to this. Those of you who bear the blood of the Reston family. Remember this moment.”

The opening ceremony is over.

Halo slowly turned around after saying those words and started walking with the elders who were waiting behind him.

The Sons of Halo and Charon bowed down and waited until the lord was out of sight.

And when they finally disappeared from sight, Tails, Halo’s eldest son, congratulated Charon.

“Congratulations, nephew.”

“Thank you, Uncle.”

“you…….”

Tails looked down at his nephew’s sword, trailing off.

I think it was called the guillotine.

Tails was proud of knowing all of the family’s weapons. However, in his memory, such a sword never existed in the first place.

My father and the elders seemed to know about this sword. I remember seeing a look of confusion on my father’s face, even if it was only for a moment.

So, my feelings became even more complicated.

But he couldn’t ask his nephew about the sword.

‘……afraid.’

Tales was on the verge of reaching the 8th star. Although he could not match his father’s achievements, he was considered one of the strongest in the empire.

Even he felt goosebumps and a chill down the back of his neck when he looked at that dark blue sword.

Is this what it feels like to face the deep sea with no end in sight?

Caron looked at his uncles with a smile. The eldest one at least congratulated him, but the second one just looked down at him with a serious expression.

‘The firstborn is definitely better than the secondborn.’

Caron found this situation quite amusing.

“I look forward to working with you in the future.”

Charon bowed to them, then took Pale’s hand and said with a smile.

“Father, I’m hungry.”

“… … Okay, let’s go back and eat.”

“meat!”

“I told you to prepare mainly meat anyway.”

“After all, to me, there is only my father.”

So Pale and Caron also left, and in the end only the eldest son Tails and the second son Raphael remained.

Raphael let out a breath only after his nephew was out of sight. Then he spoke to his brother.

“Brother, did you know about that sword called the guillotine?”

“No way.”

“I… … I just don’t understand this situation, this situation. Why is that Pale bastard’s son… … .”

“One thing is certain now.”

Tails looked at his little brother with pity.

A guy who is too greedy compared to his abilities.

He was a detestable guy who was desperately trying to become the successor, but now things are different.

“This is not the time for us to fight amongst ourselves.”

I’ve been feeling uneasy ever since my young nephew first unleashed his magical powers.

But now that anxiety has become real.

A father cannot ignore his young nephew, chosen by the sword of the ancestors. Perhaps, just perhaps.

‘There may be a small variable in the succession structure.’

There might be cracks in the foundation he had built so solidly.

‘Of course I have no intention of just sitting back and watching.’

That place should be for yourself only.

The glory of a long-standing family, and the position of leading the family.

It should be his, the eldest son of a great hero.

And most of all, his nephew was too young to destroy what he had built.

Tails squeezed her hand lightly, then released it and squeezed it tightly. Then he spoke to his brother in a calm voice.

“Raphael. It’s been a long time since we’ve had the chance to talk to each other.”

“… … First, let me listen.”

“Don’t worry too much, it will be a story that will benefit you too.”

He watched quietly in the direction where Charon disappeared.

I had no intention of being manipulated by a ten-year-old kid.

‘Just control the variables.’

Nothing will change.

Tails nodded, exhaling slowly.

There’s a mad dog living in the duke’s house