Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 169

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Episode 169

Episode 56. Sculptor of Chaos (4)

Of course, this is a lie I just made up. I couldn’t help it when Bishkel openly showed disapproval.

‘Bishkel Ivliano is the kind of person who gets tired of being suspicious even once. He has to come up with a story he believes in…’

Bishkel shook his head with a tilt, his sharp eyes shining.

“You came to meet me, not Bouvard?”

“yes.”

“What happened to me… oh no way.”

Jin’s expression dyed with provocative fighting spirit. Bishkel, who was looking at it, raised the corners of her mouth in interest.

“Did you want to compete with me as a reserve jockey?”

Not a bad reaction.

“It’s embarrassing, but it is. Because of my status, I can’t go to Ivliano without an invitation, so I first found Bouvard, whom Lady Margiela introduced as ‘our friend’.”

At the point of our friend, Bishkel’s eyebrows twitched.

“Well, so to speak, you were trying to meet me through Bouvard.”

Bishkel did not ask questions such as ‘Then how did you know the location of this workshop?’ It was judged that there was no way that Runcandel would not have investigated the identity of Boubar, who had a duel with the main character of the banquet.

“Even trying to make a bust of my father is not a lie. If I had known that Bouvard was the best sculptor in the city of art, I would not have spent an entire afternoon looking around the workshop streets.”

A moment of silence passed.

It was difficult for Jin to tell if the lie had worked, but he didn’t show it, and Vishkel took out a cigarette from his chest.

As the match is struck, thick smoke rises.

It was only after the cigarette was more than half burnt that Bishkel spoke again. This is what I thought about Jin’s sudden visit.

“…The duel with Prince Jin that day left a deep impression on me as well. I was also looking forward to the day when I would compete with Gong Gong Jin again.”

“I am just grateful for the favorable comments.”

“But I don’t think that time is now.”

“Why not now?”

“Just by exposing some of the small thorns, you cannot trample the growing flowers. As a Confucius senior, if I had to give you one piece of advice, too much blood is always poison.”

A twinkle appeared in Jin’s eyes.

‘Look at this…?’

It was a request for a duel that started as a lie, but it didn’t have to go this far.

Of course, I have no intention of responding in a snarky way.

“After becoming a reserve jockey, I fought quite a few people. However, the sense of urgency never awoke, like when I competed with Sir Vishkel, perhaps because I lacked opponents. The sense of unfolding the sword.”

“You must not think of the state you have reached in an instant as your own, Confucius.”

“Because of that moment, something unexpected could have happened in the duel that day.”

The level of provocation has risen.

However, Jin thought that Bishkel would never fight him.

‘Not only is he not a person who would fall for this level of provocation, but it’s a fight that Bishkel has nothing to gain from winning.’

Vishkel is currently 8-star, and Jin is known as 5-star at the time of the banquet, so there is a vast gap between the two.

However, Bishkel felt that the achievements Jin had made in less than a year and a half after the banquet were by no means small. Even so, I judged that it was not significant in terms of winning or losing.

ha.

Bishkel sighed as he extinguished his cigarette.

“Stop it, Gongja. I don’t want to lose my strength on useless things. And I’m here on vacation. Don’t you think it’s a little rude?”

“I’m sorry about that.”

Whiik!

Suddenly, Vishkel created a palm-sized blade with an Aura and cut off Jin’s bangs.

And even before the trail of the blade disappeared, before a few strands of hair fell to the floor, he swung the blade once again to show off his divine ability to cut the hair into pieces.

Half a beat later, startled Jin felt a chill run down his spine, and even Bouvard opened his eyes wide, thinking that Vishkel had cut Jin’s throat.

“I showed it in case Confucius would not understand. Shouldn’t a duel be established only if you can react to this level of surprise?”

That’s right.

Except that Jin deliberately didn’t react.

‘I almost avoided it reflexively. It’s terrifying. If so, a duel with Vishkel would have really taken place.’

That was something he didn’t even want. Up until now, the only thing that had provoked Bishkel was to avoid his suspicions and to keep Jonah out of trouble.

If the duel really took place, Jin would have to use only swordsmanship to defeat or bring out his hidden power. Either way, it’s not a good development.

‘Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to know that I didn’t avoid it on purpose.’

However, it was a great surprise that put a lot of power on the toes. It was also a sharp response that ended the situation neatly.

Awesome! Bouvard licks his lips in regret.

“Why don’t you just cut down this cheeky bastard, Mr. Vishkel? How refreshing it must have been.”

“Bouvard, please do it in moderation. Then, later, when Gongja Jin becomes a jockey, how are you going to handle it?”

“That bastard will surely die before becoming a rider. Just looking at Vishkel-nim without fear, I can tell. Everyone thinks it’s runcandel…”

“Buvar Gaston.”

As Jin turned around and approached, Bouvard frowned.

“Why why?”

“How are you really going to handle it?”

“Hey, do you think I’m going to get scared?”

Sreung!

Jin aimed at Bradamante.

“Confucius Qin?”

“I admit my arrogance and rudeness, Lord Bishkel. I’m just a kid who doesn’t dare cross swords with Sir Vishkel yet. But it ‘s another matter for this friend to insult Runkandel…”

The moment Boubar flinched and tried to hide behind Vishkel.

“If you move even one step, I’ll cut you, Buvar.”

“Gongja Jin, please stop.”

“Sir, will you stay still when the Ivliano family is humiliated in front of you?”

Bishkel could not answer. It was true that Bouvard had insulted Runcandel.

“I was able to tolerate Bouvard’s insulting me from the look on your face. But even mentioning Runkandel’s name makes you a crazy friend even if you’re crazy.”

When the situation came to this, Boubard could no longer speak. I instinctively realized that moving really cuts me.

“After that, understand. But if this is the case, then I have no choice but to stop Gongja.”

“Let it be.”

“What if that could kill Confucius?”

“Even if I die, I will cut him down and protect the prestige of Runkandel. Of course, since I am a reserve horseman, there will be no retaliation from my family.”

“If you kill Bouvard, I will kill Confucius. Then what use would it be that Confucius gave up his life to protect the honor of Runkandel?”

“I am not ashamed of myself even if this is unknown to my family, so that is enough.”

“It must be like this!”

Bishkel was the first to scream.

‘Damn it! It’s my fault for not cracking down on that fucking snout. Judging from Confucius’ attitude, it’s not bluffing at all.’

what to do

A cold sweat broke out on the nape of Bishkel’s neck. The desire to kill Bubart is deeper than Jin himself, but he had to stay alive until Kingelo’s cause was completed.

The distance between Bouvard and Jin is too close to block them clumsily. Before Jin can swing his sword, he must cut off his arm or slit his throat to stop it.

However, he was not confident about cutting his arm.

There was only a belt on Bishkel’s waist. He had been eating Boubal and sweet potato croquettes in the basement of the workshop before Jin came, so he had taken out his sword.

Even if it was to form a blade with an aura, just like when I cut my hair, it was hardly possible with such a small blade.

To cut off his arm, he had to form a blade at least the size of a long sword, but if he did, Boubar’s head would fall off first. In other words, Bishkel actually had no choice but to cut off Jin’s head.

‘If Gene Runkandel dies, will Sir Chiron really stay still?’

Chiron is a man who will never retaliate even if Bishkel kills Jin.

It is true that he cares for Jin, but the moment the fact that Runkandel retaliated for the reserve rider spreads, the family head directly denies the tradition.

However, it was a problem that Bishkel was not sure about. What if rumors circulate that the Ivliano family killed their youngest son, who became the first protagonist of the Runcandel Banquet after Luna?

Not only Ibliano, but also Kingelo might be damaged. Bishkel thought so.

‘Hide it. no you can’t hide it There are too many people who have seen Confucius’s face on the workshop streets.’

Leaving the confused Bishkel behind, Jin opened his mouth.

“I’ll count to three, Bouvard. Get down on your knees and apologize. one.”

“Kneel down, Bouvard!”

Bishkel screamed. Bouvard could have put an end to this horrific happening without any burden, as long as he knelt.

“two.”

“Kneel… !”

dump!

Bouvard’s rounded knees touched the floor. Just as Vishkel was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Jin put the tip of his sword to Bouvard’s neck.

“You did what you said…!”

“No, now it’s my turn to apologize. I hope we can come up with a convincing story before our hands slip.”

Watching Boubar tremble with anger and shame, Vishkel couldn’t help but burn black inside.

“Wrong… I did…”

Only then did Jin smile with a sword.

“If it hadn’t been for Lord Bishkel, I would have killed him after receiving an apology. Because that was the proper course of action for insulting Runkandel in the first place. Thank you Lord Sculptor.”

Then Jin approached Bishkel and bowed his head respectfully.

“Your junior has committed excessive disrespect in many ways, Sir Bishkel. If you want, you can beat me until the anger subsides.”

Bishkel rubbed his forehead as if tired.

“…Lunkandel is said to be like fire, but it’s the first time that it’s like Confucius. There was nothing wrong with Confucius’ actions in punishing Bouvard. As the family head of Ivliano, I salute you.”

He was sincerely admiring it.

‘It’s true that it’s absurd and irritating, but even among the real riders of Runkandel, there are few people who can do something like this. You startle me many times from the Gin Runkandel banquet.’

In addition, I was determined to thoroughly crack down on Boubard’s muzzle when meeting outsiders in the future.

“I just hope there won’t be anything like this in the future. Do not forget that the reason I do not harm Confucius today is because of the generosity he has shown to Bouvard.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

“Stop going back.”

When Jin left the sculpting studio, Bishkel looked at his back through the window for a while.

And as soon as Jin disappeared from sight, he spat out a low double curse.

After five nutritious letters continued, Buvar, who was about to hold on to Bishkel and complain, had no choice but to head towards the basement quietly.

‘This is the first time I’ve seen Mr. Bishkel so angry. Damn Gene Runkandel. You should have been quite rude…!’

Bubard never dreamed that Bishkel’s anger was directed at him, not Jin.

Maybe that’s why Bouvard came upstairs again and found a bunch of sweet potato croquettes in his arms.

rustle rustle.

“Eat some of this and relax, Mr. Bishkel. Ugh, that bastard definitely won’t be able to live in exile.”