Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 368

Chapter 368,

Chapter 111. Trace (8)

“Help me with dyeing.”

Valeria held out the dye she had received from Jin earlier.

“Whether it’s Bement or Zipple, I don’t want to show this hair when I run into them.”

Jin shrugged. Then, little by little, she spilled the dye on Valeria’s red hair as she sat back.

A shine radiated from her black hair. Jin’s fingers gently passed between them, scattering the dye, and for some reason, the Cat People stared at it with their mouths open and their eyes twinkled.

‘They have a strange atmosphere?’

‘Do you like drawing?’

Contrary to the thoughts of the Myoin tribe, the two were not impressed by the fact that their bodies were touching each other.

Valeria was busy trying to calm her down, and Jin was worried about whether her body had really recovered to a decent level.

“It is done.”

Jin wiped the dye from his hands with a sword cloth.

Valeria looked at her dyed hair with a hand mirror and nodded in satisfaction. The red color is clearly hidden.

[Let’s go!]

I followed Lulu and Miru into the aisle.

Inside the aisle, it was hazy as if there was fog, and the vision fluctuated like underwater, but strangely, I didn’t feel tired while walking. Rather, it was like wandering in a pleasant dream.

Before I could walk a hundred paces, I was out of the aisle.

Originally, it was a distance that required quite a bit of time even for trained unmanned people to run, but the Myoin tribe’s passage was no different from a simple movement gateway.

[You arrived right away, Lulu. I mean, your abilities are always amazing.]

[Still, I had time to make the passage, so I don’t know if I can avoid their pursuit.]

The outside of the passage was full of strangely curved trees. Even though they were curved, they were tall and thick trees that could be compared to the central pillar of the fortress crown.

Because of the densely bloomed leaves, not a single moonlight came through. So the vast lake beneath it looked like black oil.

‘Is Temar’s tomb hidden there?’

It reminded me of Olmango, who was sealing the second tomb in the depths of the sea. Shila also hid a medium leading to the tomb under the lake.

La la la la…

Sheila begins to sing.

It was a very pleasant voice. The sugar grains seemed to vibrate pleasantly in my ears. Even Valeria smiled at Sheila’s singing voice without even realizing it.

Shining particles like glass powder flowed from Sheila’s tiny mouth. The particles made their way to the lake and floated on it, with the waves changing along it.

gentle whirlpool. A phenomenon that can be expressed just like that unfolded before my eyes. Small, gentle whirlpools swirled around the lake as if dancing to the song.

How many minutes had passed like that? Finally, as if a star was rising, an object that shined exceptionally appeared on the surface of the lake.

It was a gourd.

Gawangju. The biggest reason why the pinnacles of power do not damage this forest is the significance of Wantaramo’s existence.

The vial carefully flew to Sheila’s side. The moment she hugged the bottle with her small body, the particles of light that were shining on the lake disappeared all at once, and the forest was once again stained with darkness.

[Accept Jin Runcandel.]

He politely accepted the King of Kings.

(Gawangju – Shil Damiro)

In Gawangju, the name of the person who wanted to brew the alcohol is attached, not the producer or recipient.

That’s why even when I made a royal title about Shuri, Shiron’s name was attached, not the fairies or Luna.

‘Shil Damiro…? It bears the same name as Leed Damiro Yul from the records of the third tomb. Is it blood?’

Shil Damiro was also the name identified on the third tomb’s recording device.

-(March 3, 797 Runkandel records Ziple’s fabrication of history concerning the Elves. March 4, 797 Five Elves Shildamiro Becca Tishke Mulias Montrica Tredos Zen Mainu among the Elves Forgotten in ….)

“In the recorder of the third tomb, I saw the name Reed Damiro Yul. It must have been the drink his flesh and blood asked him to brew.”

[Leet Damiro Yul…?]

“Do you know the name?”

Sheila closed her eyes as if to recall something.

[…I don’t remember. However, since the name Yul only belongs to the fairy king, he must have been the noblest among the fairies.]

Mayla described herself as a fairy, but Sheila always distinguished between fairies and descendants of fairies.

[Drink.]

Just as he was about to open the bottle, Jin met Sheila’s eyes.

“How long will it take?”

[What do you mean?]

“I went into the third tomb without knowing anything, and two days had passed. I want to know how much time passes when I drink this Gawangju.”

[That I don’t know.]

“The pursuers will arrive soon. If time passes too long, only the three of them, Sheila-sama and Luru Miru-sama, will have to deal with them.”

[You’re worrying for nothing.]

“No, I’m not worrying for nothing. Lulu-nim and Miru-nim used up all of their energy building passageways, and Sheila-nim said she didn’t know her own combat power.”

[This is my forest.]

“You said you lost the power to control the forest.”

[Even so, how many people do you think this body can’t handle?]

If Sheila was to judge whether she was strong or not, Jin could choose the latter without hesitation.

She certainly has the royal dignity of a race, but she doesn’t smell dangerous at all.

Even the Myoin tribe would have believed in their ability and drank Gawangju comfortably if they were not exhausted.

[If you’re really worried, why don’t you leave that child behind?]

“That’s not okay. I have a promise.”

[So you mean to wait for the pursuers? Then, it would be a big deal if the Gawangju was damaged. If you don’t care, you might have to retreat after telling the enemies the location of the royal wine.]

“It would be impossible to take the royal wine outside and drink it, right?”

[The story in the wine disappears the moment this king of kings leaves the forest. If that was possible, would I have told you to drink it right away?]

Jin nodded.

“It seemed so. Even so, I think it would be more comfortable in many ways to sort out the enemies and go.”

[In the worst case, it may be difficult for all of us to even save our lives.]

“No, it can’t be.”

[Why are you so confident?]

“Didn’t you just say that? In any case, the fight should only take place in a line that does not inflict irreparable damage to the forest. It will be an infinitely advantageous fight for me.”

[You can hide well enough with the Myoin tribe.]

“Look at this. At first, he said that he could handle a few humans, but now he said that he would hide. Sheila has no strength to deal with them.”

[…Even if they catch me, they won’t kill me right away.]

“Then, if Sheila-nim and the Cat People are captured, I’ll be held hostage. Is that really a good result for me?”

I don’t want to sacrifice Myoin and Sheila anymore.

Jin was like that.

And I was confident. That is to say, as long as they are not at the rank of captain, they can subdue anyone who comes to the SS or the special lease.

‘Even if the captain level comes, it’s a fight worth trying because there is a teacher. No, it will flow into an absolutely advantageous fight.’

Even Sheila had nothing more to say.

[Ruru Miru. You guys should try to convince me.]

[Um…]

While Ruru and Miru are choosing their words.

From the back side of the lake, they could feel a sign of relief from their worries.

“I guess my judgment was right.”

Sreung….

Jin carefully took out Bradamante and said.

Valeria also looked at the back of the lake while tightening her grip on the staff.

[…You mean the pursuer has already arrived?]

There was still a bit of time left before the expected arrival of Ziffle.

As Sheila expected, Myla wasn’t the only traitor. Bement came faster than them. In the first place, Wantaramo Forest was the territory of Beament, so it was a natural result.

‘Anyway, this is neat. It’s better to eliminate them all and enter the tomb before further assistance arrives.’

If he didn’t enter after eliminating all the pursuers, he would have been busy choking his heart inside the tomb.

“Stay away.”

[Sheila-sama, you’d better follow Jin’s words. It’s already been like this, so we need to act in a way that doesn’t burden us as much as possible.]

Sheila sighed.

[Okay.]

Jin again handed Sheila the royal wine. so as not to be damaged during battle.

‘Armor opening.’

When he uttered the utterance, an aura flowed from Bradamante and wrapped around Jin’s body.

He took off the cloak and gave it to Sheila and the Myoin tribe. A function that Picon put in to use in this case.

[Be careful.]

“Don’t worry.”

As Sheila and the Myoin tribes retreated, the light that was illuminating the son-in-law disappeared. The place where the party was standing was dyed pitch black again.

It was quiet.

Only a cool breeze crossed the forest without the slightest sound of footsteps, but Jin and the enemies were reading each other’s energy faintly mixed in it.

As a result of raising the senses of the mind’s eye to the limit, Jin was able to draw a conclusion sooner or later.

‘There is no captain level.’

The moment when the problem you were most worried about disappeared.

A smile spread across Jin’s mouth, and the aura surrounding the sword began to sway wildly. However, it did not stand out because of the darkness of the forest.

‘aria.’

Jin whispered and called Valeria.

‘why?’

‘Don’t step out and refine your mana.’

She thought it would be better to save her strength for a fight with Zipple.

Valeria nodded.

The distance between Jin and the enemy was getting closer and closer.

The soldiers of Bement were thinking that they were not yet within each other’s range of attack.

Since they had already obtained the information that the person who visited the forest was ‘Jin Runkandel’ from the traitor descended from the fairies, they judged that if it was Jin Runkandel that they knew, they would not be able to hit them effectively from this distance.

But that was a huge misunderstanding.

‘Six.’

Squeak-!

“Big!”

Fresh blood splattered out of nowhere among the soldiers of Beament.

There was not even the sound of a black blade stained with spiritual energy cutting through his throat and the wind, nor the sound of Jin stepping on his steps.

All I could hear was the chilling sound of my neck falling on the cold floor.

‘Now five.’

The warriors scattered reflexively, their aura-stained blades glowing, and Jin was standing behind the second target, thrusting Bradamante through his throat.