Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 330

Chapter 330,

Chapter 102. Temar’s third tomb (2)

Jin’s pupils widened.

“My enemies, who would do such a thing? And how do you do that?”

Nehru, the Myoin tribe, shook his head silently without answering those words.

[We do not know the details. I just felt the danger that the cave would collapse soon. It is thanks to that intuition that our species has been able to survive without being exterminated by the humans.]

The intuition of the Myoin tribe.

There was not much trust in the saying that the Myoin tribe could survive until now with just that.

However, it seemed to have some sort of mystical power, as I had just experienced on the way from the cave to the island, so I decided to believe it.

“Is it a conclusion based on intuition that the heinous guys who will destroy this place and slaughter the beasts are my enemies?”

[No, that’s just a reasonable derivation. Looking at various causal relationships, the reason our space will be attacked at this time is because you only started a business with the Gold Snow Tribe. The reason why you can’t come up with an exact enemy is because you have a lot of enemies.] The

fact that Jin has many enemies is a fact that everyone in the world knows, even if it’s not the intuition unique to the Myoin tribe. It would not be difficult to infer the fight in Runkandel as well as in Zipline.

At the time of the Seongguk incident, even Kingelo was involved, so Jin was dealing with three giant forces in the world even to an outsider who knew nothing.

Who are they?

Is the family planning to hit the beasts to sabotage business or to warn themselves?

Did Ziffle attack Jin, who was a wanted man, after seeing him openly advertise? Or, since the Cave of the Myohumans is in the Land of the Beasts, is Kingelo attacking with some kind of purpose…

All three had possibilities, so I couldn’t hastily judge them.

“According to Nehru-sama, it is my fault that the cave is being attacked, so I will take responsibility.”

[We’ll spread the word to the little prisoners so you don’t have to take responsibility. There is already a space to escape from.]

“That’s good, then. But isn’t there a case of what if? You’d better go back and tell him to run away right away.”

I never wanted to go through a terrible situation where small prisoners were slaughtered.

[If you tell us in advance, the problem could be aggravated as the Gold Snow Tribe and Watertail Tribe are moving. Besides, according to our intuition, in that case, we won’t be able to keep our promise with Solderlet.]

“It sounds like you’re pledging the lives of small prisoners because of your promise with Solderlet.”

[Right.]

“Why do you go that far? Then, what if the small beasts are slaughtered? After they are dead, no one can take responsibility.”

Momentarily, the tantrum intensified.

Of course, everything is just the ‘intuition’ of the Myoin tribe. The fact that Jin’s enemies are attacking, that the beast tribes can be slaughtered, and that if they are informed of the danger in advance, the problem can grow.

But Jin couldn’t get rid of the ominous feeling.

[Jean Runkandel.]

Nehru lowered his eyes bitterly.

[We also want to protect the little beasts like we always have. You asked what would happen if the beastmen died, but we can’t help but worry more about not being able to fulfill our promise to Solderlet. It’s a promise that’s been waiting for a thousand years.]

Jin didn’t answer and met Nehru’s eyes.

[How many sacrifices do you think have been made so far for the promise with Solderlet? Your ancestors, my colleagues, and countless humans and even dragons. Five hundred years ago, a colleague of mine was tracked down and killed by Ziple.]

Jin let out a low sigh.

To fulfill the mission as a solderlet contractor.

I had never thought of that when I first signed a contract with Solderlet in my previous life. Just as Solderlet said, he was full of thoughts of becoming an unsalted magic swordsman, commanding the world, and taking a small revenge on the family that abandoned him.

However, after returning, one gradually learns that the power of the solderlet is by no means a priceless power.

Circumstantial regression seemed to be a phenomenon caused by the solderlet, and since everything prepared for Jin was a factor that could turn the world upside down, I didn’t think the price was excessive.

It just feels cruel. Both to Jin himself and to those who sacrificed themselves for Solderlet’s arrangement.

Suk snuck…

Nehru’s drawing on the sandy beach was nearing completion. What he drew with the branch was a strange pattern, the kind Jin had never seen before.

[It may be hard to believe, but I want you to know that we want to protect the smaller beasts more than anyone else.]

“What relationship did the Cat Humans have with Solderlet?”

[friend. The cat god and Solderlet were also very close. And he saved the little beastmen, including us, from being slain by Javier several times. All of the little beastmen owe their lives to Solderlet.]

Whoaaah…

Suddenly, the pattern Nehru drew began to glow purple.

Unlike the darkness magic used by Rontelgeuse a while ago, it was a purple color that gave off a divine feeling.

It was a phenomenon that occurred when the third tomb was unsealed. It was also an ability that the Myoin tribes used to create a special hiding place.

[If your enemies had arrived here before you, you would never have been able to enter Temar’s third tomb.] “

Your choice doesn’t make perfect sense, but still.”

Jin looked at the seal and paused for a moment.

“Thank you. I’m not sure what else to say.”

[…don’t worry too much. As I said before, I sensed the danger in advance, so I will evacuate the little prisoners when you return from the grave. To a place that will never be discovered.]

Whoa…!

Aura began to rise from the purple pattern. Reiki soon became an oval door.

[Finally, I can keep the thousand-year promise. Come on in, Jean Runkandel.]

“I’ll be back as soon as possible. So that no one gets hurt.”

[huh. And I have a request.]

“Tell me.”

[Tell the friend inside. Nehru, who has suffered a lot in the past, expresses gratitude for the lonely hard work of a thousand years on behalf of the Myoin tribe. No matter how hard I try, I can’t remember who he was…]

Nehru said sadly.

-Olmango, do you know what kind of guardian is inside the second tomb?

-[I can’t answer.]

-Why?

-[All memories of him are gone. No matter how hard I try to think of it, I can only think of a very faint image.]

A similar thing happened when I met Olmango and found the second tomb. Just like then, Nehru seemed to have forgotten who his ‘friend’ had guarded the tomb for a thousand years.

It was the result of Ziple erasing them from history.

“All right.”

Jin moved to the door of Reiki.

* * *

Unlike the first and second tombs, the third tomb did not show any signs of destruction or anything wrong.

The entire space wasn’t just made up of dark spirits. It looked like the central hall of a castle. It also felt familiar, but Jin soon realized why.

‘It’s the central hall that looks exactly like the inside of the Storm Castle seen in the first tomb.’

There was nothing surprising about it.

I’ve already seen people cloned with spirits through Misha, and I’ve met guardians who imitate the appearance of a thousand years ago, so there’s no reason why I can’t recreate the space.

I wanted to take a closer look at the storm castle a thousand years ago, but I moved quickly. I was impatient with the thought that if I was late, the beastmen might be attacked.

It was the first time I came to Temar’s grave alone.

The first time with Murakan and the second time with his teammates.

Previously, whenever I visited a tomb, there were tremendous guardians. Silderray Runkandel Sarah Runkandel. Both were strong guardians that Jin couldn’t handle.

But this tomb was different.

‘Olmango said that since there is no such guardian here, there will be no battle.’

Olmango, like Nehru, was not exactly sure who was inside the third tomb. Instead, Olmango had little more memories of him than Nehru.

-I heard that the head of Runcandel at that time was inside the third tomb.

head butler.

A person who was in charge of various tasks for the magic swordsman family called Runcandel a thousand years ago.

‘Even now, the head of the family has more information than most jockeys. In particular, Heinz, the head butler, who is his father’s confidant, may know more about the family’s secrets than Joshua.’

It was the same in Runcandel a thousand years ago. In any group, in the end, the practitioner who directly took charge of the family’s major affairs had no choice but to do so.

‘However, even the butler here may not have a sound mind or memory. Sir Sarah’s mind was severely

worn out from enduring a thousand years…’

As we reached the end of the concourse, one bowed his head toward Jin.

[I’ve been waiting for you, Sir Gene Runcandel. It’s an honor to meet you.]

“You know my name. Are you the old butler of Runcandel?”

[That’s right. Solderlet mentioned the name of the Millennium Contractor a few times. My name is Leed Damiro Yul, the butler of Runcandel.]

Leed Damiro Yul.

The butler, who introduced himself like that, was impressive with red hair the same color as Valeria’s. Reed resembled a young human woman, but was not human.

The fact that she was not human would be obvious to anyone at a glance. If you have seen the sparkling eyes like the Milky Way and the round jewel embedded in the pointed ears and forehead.

She was a ‘fairy’.

‘The fairies are the butlers of the old Runcandel… Even a thousand years ago, I already knew that fairies were extinct and only their descendants survived.’

The Elves are gone, and not much is left of the literature about them.

Only the ‘descendants of the fairies’ who used to make ‘King King’ for a special person at a special time on a special day were living in this world. Even though they are not easy to meet.

Few historical records remain, but it is still an established theory that the time of the fairies is the same as that of the dragon.

Perhaps because of this, even though Leed endured a thousand years alone, he did not show signs of going crazy or breaking down.

“Leet Damiro Yul. Myo-in Nehru asked me to express my gratitude to you for your hard work on behalf of the Myo-in. I am of the same mind.”

Then Leedt smiled sadly.

[I can’t remember what kind of friend Nehru was… I just strangely miss him.]

“…Is that so?”

[Sir Jean Runkandell, you too will forget my name when you leave this space. You won’t be able to remember what I looked like or what conversations you had with me.]

Click…

Reet took out a small box from his chest and opened it. Inside it was a spirit orb.

[Instead, you’ll remember what you see through this recording device.]