Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 829

Chapter 829 Chapter

209. Temar’s Seventh Tomb – Katam’s painting (2)

As Katam said, as soon as the two approached the circle and put their heads in it, they felt the ground sinking.

Blinking once, a thick bush was revealed. It must have been somewhere in the Murakan Mountains a thousand years ago.

“Huh, that nobleman’s ability is really amazing. Is this really in the picture? The smell of earth from all sides, the wind blowing, it all feels real.”

Murakan looked around and said.

“This tomb is different from the places I went through last time. You can use physical force directly rather than just peeping into the past.”

Jin sat down and gently brushed a blade of grass. The blades of grass were moving back and forth following Jin’s hand.

The circle the two entered was nowhere to be seen.

“I can’t see the circle. There is only an entrance and no exit.”

“Are you worried? Are you afraid you won’t be able to go out?”

“No, after all, this is a sub-space, so if necessary, I can tear it apart with a spiritual sword.”

I haven’t tested it. It was because this sub-space was already in a damaged state, so it could cause problems if you touched it.

“That’s true, but with this Murakan-nim, you’ll be reassured. To be honest, if you and I are together, it would be easy to feel the danger everywhere. Even if Elona Ziple comes, it won’t be scary.”

It was true. The combination of Jin and Murakan was now at a stage where it could be solved with force even if it moved somewhat without measures. That’s why I came into the picture without any worries.

“That’s right.”

“Haha! It’s been a long time since I felt like this! Yes, if this is Murakan-sama’s residence, this should be enough. It must be so majestic!”

Jin thought it was a relief to see Murakan in a good mood.

Murakan used to get a headache or lose his temper when he remembered what happened a thousand years ago. It was the same when he first met Orgal in the old Otterium when he was a reserve rider, and when he saw Hedo’s old sword (Shakan currently used by Bale) in Sota Desert.

‘Every time I hit Murakan to catch his spirit, but luckily this time he got better on his own. Is it because I’ve become stronger, or is it because the memories that came back this time aren’t that shocking?’

-[When Temar tried to kill you out of control, I was the one who stopped that friend. Muracan. You don’t remember me?]

– How dare this bastard sell someone’s name carelessly. It looks like an old demon, but Temar couldn’t have gotten along with yours. Besides, it’s a runaway, so it seems like you’ve heard of it somewhere? The thing that went crazy that day…

-[Are you trying to say that it was Temar, not you? Aside from not recognizing me, remembering that day’s fight as Temar’s responsibility. Knowing this fact, I can’t even imagine how unfair it would be for that friend who died.]

Jin recalled the conversation between Orgal and Murakan in the old uterium.

‘If the truth about Temar and Murakan’s fight remains here… and if what Orgal said that day is true. Can this guy handle that?’

Rather than the unidentified guardians that Keitam drew in subspace, Jin was more worried about this one.

“What are you thinking, kid? That’s not the expression of being thrilled when you see Murakan-sama’s residence.”

“I was wondering what to do if something comes up where I have to hit you again. Things like facing old things and losing your temper.”

“Hmm, is it because I just got a headache?”

“If you go on a rampage, you can’t handle that.”

“Don’t worry, kid. Looking at it, it seems that this is a mountain range stretching to the southernmost part of Mittel.”

“It’s just in the middle of a mountain, so you recognized it?”

“Then it’s my house, don’t you know? Even when looking at the picture from the outside in the first place, I recognized it as soon as part of the mountain range was revealed. This was an area I particularly liked. There were a lot of idiot dragons passing by without thinking, thinking it wasn’t my area. The taste of beating them was so good. I miss you, I miss you.”

For a while, Murakan was excited and talked about the new memories of that time. It was mainly a story about the time spent in the mountains, but it seemed that nothing about Runkandel, the most important thing, came to mind.

“Is it that good?”

“then. But I like it even better now with strawberry pie and you guys. Contractor, don’t be sad because I have no desire to forget these days and go back.”

“Oh, thanks so much, I don’t know what to do. Anyway, I don’t know where to go now. Does Temar’s tomb even exist?”

“You said Mr. Katam had a story from a thousand years ago. I think this whole space is a tomb. It seems that the entire kingdom of Mittel from a thousand years ago was captured on canvas. Since it’s the southernmost part, let’s go to the border. It’s to make sure that the border crossing is also described.”

[Mya!]

Shuri got out of the red cell. After running down the mountain, I immediately came across a border area with a heterogeneous landscape.

There was only a border, but a white background with nothing beyond it. Katam didn’t draw that side at all. There was no appearance of the guards who were supposed to guard the border.

“Yeah, nothing.”

“It’s obvious where we need to go, kid. it’s stormy Is there anywhere else besides that?”

“Then the Guardians must all gather there.”

“What kind of guys would you like to have as guardians? Since Mr. Katam drew the Kingdom of Mittel, it must be teenage knights.”

“Let’s fly and go fast.”

“Can’t we get on the Shuri and look around a little more slowly? Black dragons sometimes want to be soaked in memories. I don’t know about you, a kid.”

“Yes yes. Then let’s go look around.”

Time was running out, but seeing Murakan happy, I couldn’t refuse. If Jindo himself were old one day and had a chance to look at the memories of his youth, he would not have passed it by. Of course, Murakan wasn’t very old by dragon standards.

[Mya mya mya.]

Shuri started running briskly up the mountain range. Occasionally seen wild animals looked at them curiously.

After running for some time, Shuri was jumping over the mountain peaks, and when he reached the low mountain peaks, he could see cities and villages below.

till now.

I couldn’t figure out which part of the picture was damaged. The entire mountain range was filled with the scent of fresh memories, and there was no polluted landscape to be found. Even the weather was clear and cool, so Jindo felt better as well.

“Let’s go down to that village once. Humans might remember me.”

“OK. But wouldn’t it be frightening if you suddenly came? He said he usually did that when he saw you.”

This time, Murakan transformed and put Jin and Shuri on his back. When we started descending, we reached the village in an instant.

[Dragons, demons, or strong people with crooked postures did that. Ordinary people in Mittel Kingdom who had seen me in person did not. Rather, it was welcomed and worshiped. Sometimes, as a pastime, I would solve people’s troubles. Catch the monsters, drill wells, and beat the tyrannical officials. Something like that. How much everyone liked me.]

“Did you have that side?”

[Did I just catch, beat, and kill someone? A black dragon that is generous to minors, that is Murakan.]

Looking back, I thought that was the case. Murakan usually gave fear to creatures such as dragons and demons, including ‘crooked’ humans (typically when he first met Casimir), but he had many moments of kindness to ordinary and weak people. He also plays well with children.

In other words, the only targets that Murakan disputed and threatened for no particular reason were those who were classified as enemies or warriors by his standards.

[Ha ha, humans. This body has arrived!]

It is not real, it is just a picture, but Murakan screamed as if he were dealing with the real villagers of that time.

And people walking the streets screamed as soon as they saw Murakan.

“Aaaaaagh!”

“Everyone run away…!”

“escape? how to run away Didn’t you hear about Roron? In one breath, the whole area disappears!”

Seeing that, Murakan stopped in the air as if frozen instead of trying to land on the ground. The large amber eyes were constantly flickering.

“Damn you fucking monster. Why do you keep doing this for no reason? Are we going to play with them like bugs and kill them like the people of Loron?”

Loron was the name of another city nearby.

“Shut up! I’m sorry Murakan. That friend looks crazy. Please, I beg you, please save even the children… I will beg you like this.”

The town quickly turned into mayhem. The people gathered in front of Murakan prayed, cursed, and screamed.

Their cries were so vivid that I could hardly think of them as paintings.

[…what? what is this sound? Who are you mistaking me for? When did I kill you?]

“It was just two days ago that you massacred Roron! You mean you’ve already forgotten about it? You don’t even remember because you do slaughter every day?”

“Shut up! Why do you keep provoking Murakan? Shouldn’t even the children be saved…!”

“Have you ever saved the children by begging like that? that guy is evil It is something that should not exist in this world.”

I could feel Murakan’s heart beating like crazy through his back scales. And Jin also recognized the fact that the aura he was holding was unstable. It was a precursor to a runaway.

[Miaah…]

Shuri licked Murakan’s back as if she was worried.

[I’ve never… never done anything like that. Since I was born, I don’t remember killing powerless humans for no reason…]

“What is that reaction. Did you suddenly feel guilty? Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean it never happened.”

The young man who kept swearing at Murakan spoke in a calm voice. Jin was contemplating whether he should hit Murakan.

But fortunately.

Soon, Murakan showed himself regaining his reason by controlling the tangled aura. He sighed and let out a deep sigh.

[There seems to be a misunderstanding. First of all, I have no intention of harming you. And believe it or not, the things you just said were not my doing. So talk in detail. Apparently, there seems to be another me here, but I will definitely find it and this body will avenge me.]

“Am I really!?”

[okay! This body has no history of speaking two words with one mouth. And what was Runkandel doing while that son of a bitch who imitated me was making a fuss like this? What are Temar and the teenage knights doing?]

When Temar’s name came out, people’s eyes widened.

“…Temar-nim was mortally wounded by Murakan-nim and is on the run. Do you really not remember or are you playing with us? If not, are you really another Murakan-sama?”