The Youngest Son of a Master Swordsman

restless and restless

Nervous, restless... ....

Following the fakes, the new Jin was escorted by the Black Kings, and it felt like they were sitting on thorns for somehow. Utah's wizards went down the mountain separately, so it was up to them to carry out this fearsome little boy.

'What's that ten-year-old?

The commander of the 3rd Army, Murkah, and all the members of the Black Royal Army felt the same way.

Black Kings! Reversal warriors of the battlefield, whose blood, flesh and bones unite to form mountains and rivers.

The horrible scene of punishing the enemy who captured them is no different from daily life. It means that Jean's killing of Jerome and Holtz by Gilly is nothing new.

Nevertheless, it was because of his age that the Heukwangdan kept a close eye on Jin.

How can a ten-year-old be so bold in front of an assassin? No matter how much Looncandel, he's just a little boy out of the storm.

There was even a strange dignity to Jean, who gave orders to Gilly. His attitude, speech, and behavior, as well as his disposition against the enemy, could not be felt by him as a mere ten years old.

The Qin that the Black Kings witnessed was simply the young king of Looncandel.

"While carrying out to the mobile gate, there shall be no gap. Even frivolous words and deeds are prohibited. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Murka."

The mercenaries of the Black Kings, known for their roughness, are acting like gentlemen full of dignity. It's a little restless, as if you're wearing an uncomfortable.

But it's not just that Jean feels like a scary little kid from Looncandel. They were fascinated by a dangerous little boy named Jean.

"Lord."

While walking through the snowfield, Gillie called the camp. With a calm tone and expression, Jean did not miss the somber look on her face.

"It's only a couple more hours away. Maybe we should wait and see if the snow stops there."

"Let's do that."

Jean shook off the snowballs wrapped in her shoulders.

"And Gilly."

"Yes, Master."

"Don't leave anything about the escort in your mind. It's not your fault."

I really thought so. Even Khan didn't know Jerome and Holtz were fakes, but how does Gilly figure it out?

It was not a big problem that Jin first introduced the principle of escorting the guards. At least Jean thought so, but Gilly kept brooding over my mistakes.

"I'm sorry."

Upon hearing the answer, Jean, whose old memories came to mind, smiled bitterly.

Gilly has no excuse.

It's like losing touch for a while after 10 years of peaceful days in the storm, or feeling dull due to poor condition.

'In my previous life... ...I was so sorry and distressed about Gilly's personality.'

The only person who always cared for the camp in Looncandel before his return is Gilead. She didn't resent Jean even though she was miserable because of the driven camp.

Even at the moment when the seven-star Orr was sealed and deported from Looncandel like Jean. Gilly said the same thing now.

I'm sorry.

"I'll take any punishment after I return home...….”

"Stop. I told you not to. It's an order."

Gilly bowed his head.

"Okay."

"You're my nanny, but you're also the only guardian right now. If you're in a state of disarray because of a minor mistake, my escort will have a problem. I hope you don't say the same thing again.”

It's upsetting to say this to Gilly, but I can't help it.

It was his turn to protect his nanny. Sometimes cold-hearted, but not warm-hearted. Jean has to lead her well.

"I'll take care of it, Master."

answered Gilly, biting his lower lip. She knew Jean's cold-hearted words in consideration of her.

"How can such a wise young master keep such a dull man as me as a nanny? I need to stay alert so that I don't cause trouble like today.’

Let's be the right man for the master! Gilly, who was determined inside, raised his head with his fists clenched. A little relieved at the sight of it, Jean thought of the assassins.

Fake Jerome and Holtz.

They're Zipple's "extreme follower," and they've fooled everyone in the storm using a truly perfect disguise.

It's impossible by magic. "Transformation" is a privilege granted only to dragons, and it is impossible for even that to imitate others completely.

So how did the assassins look so real?

As soon as the main house of Looncandel confirmed that the real Jerome and Holtz had been killed, it was in a hurry to dispatch the Black Kings stationed in Mitel and track down their identities.

Probably won't find out. In the world, the followers of the Zipple were as swarming as cockroaches. It is difficult politically and practically to identify and kill them all as criminals.

Also, it is a matter for Looncandel's reputation that Jin informs the world of the attack and offers a search.

In the end, as usual, Looncandel will destroy some of the other Jipple followers as examples to create a sense of fear.

But Jean already knows the culprit.

'Bubar Gaston.'

To be exact, he's not the killer. Bubar Gaston, the man who disguised the criminal.

He was the only person in the world who could make a "perfect transformation."

By the time Jean was twenty, Bubar revealed his identity to the world. It was the result of ten years of persistent pursuit by the Beacon Empire commandos to end the "transformation crime."

Jin recalled the memory that the transformation crime of Bubar had been full of newsletters all over the world for a while.

At that time everyone knew Bubar, but now only Jin, a regression.

'Bubar may be worth using as a ally, given that he is a completely transformative person.'

Jean shook her head.

"Even in the Vision dungeon, he was a crazy guy who said he was an artist, and he was just talking nonsense. I'd rather take care of it. Most of all, he put a knife on me.’

Bubar was nothing but chaos in the world. Confusion for confusion, that was the artistry that Bubar pursued.

That's how much I thought of it, and somehow my head was a throbbing.

Fortunately, you don't have to struggle to locate Bubar. Jin also remembered the location of the Sculpture Workshop, which he had been pretending to be a normal person for a long time.

"We'll be there soon. If you need anything, tell my men."

The bright morning sun rose when the party arrived at the village.

Jean simply dined with soup and eggs at the inn, then went into the room and rested. Even though he had been training in various fields, walking in the heavy snow for hours was too much for a young man to handle.

* * *

"Meow."

"Nya."

"Nyaang!"

At 3 p.m. on November 2, 1790. The heavy snow that had been pouring until noon stopped like a lie, and a black cat is crying.

The cat cried at the third floor window of the inn where Jean was asleep. He even picked up his dainty front paws and knocked on the window, which was no different from any other cat that was cheerful and curious.

"Um."

Jean raised herself and rubbed her eyes. After hours of sound sleep, I felt refreshed with a light body like a feather.

"Yah.Yah!"

Now the cat was violently scratching the window with its two front paws. As if I were asking you to let me in.

Phew.

The sight gave a reflexive burst of laughter. Can anyone imagine? The fact that the cute cat is the great black dragon Murakan.

'Crazy...... it's cute.'

Let's have a little fun.

The playfulness was aroused. Jin was deliberately trying to drink the warm water at his bedside.

Ha ha! Ha ha!

Murakhan began to lose his temper like mad. Jean gave up her pranks and opened the window because she thought the backseat would be tired.

"Oh, I get it. All right. Why are you so angry with me for playing around?….”

Puffing!

Murakan quickly turned into a human figure and spread out on the floor.

Boom! The moment the heavy noise came, Gilly, who was waiting at the door, entered the room at the same time.

"Dear old man!

Thrang!

As soon as she saw Murakhan, she took out the claws. It was overlaid to a puruner.

'I'm doomed. Oh, my God.'

It's just a very, very embarrassing moment, an unexpectedly desperate situation... Before Jean and Murakhan could say anything.

Gilly jumped at the fallen Murakan and got up to him, pointing a claw to his neck and whispering:

"Who sent it, say it right. Before I rip your ass into a thousand pieces...…!”

She mistook Murakhan for an assassin. Very perfectly.

Watching the scene, Jean had to feel something slipping away from her chest. For example, a soul.

"Gi, Gilly."

"Stay back, Master! Extremely trained assassin. No sign of him.…!”

No wonder Gilly, who had been so nervous throughout Jin's sleep, didn't feel popular. Until just now, Murakhan was a cat.

In a short moment, Jin came up with all kinds of excuses to flexibly overcome this injustice.

There can't be an answer.

'Wrong. This is impossible to cover up. I have no choice but to be honest.’

Whoo!

Jean took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

"Gilly. He's not an assassin. Take the claw back."

Gilly stood up with her eyes wide open. Murakan, whose arms had been twisted upside down by her strength until just now, was barely making a pinnacle.

"Lord, then this is...….”

"And then politely apologize, and then be gracious. He is the guardian of Looncandel, the Black Dragon Murakan."

Gilly couldn't believe it.

How can this shabby man be the great Black Dragon Murakhan? He's still struggling, even though he's still struggling with a slight twist in his arm.

Murakan is having such a hard time, not because he was overpowered by Gilly, but because of his transformation. Gilly can't know the fact. We haven't heard anything about the side effects yet.

Gilly, who soon looked into Jean's eyes, decided silently to follow orders.

"Luncandel's petty authority dared to disrespect the Guardian. Please forgive me."

"Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Murakan turned over and stared up at Gilly.

"Forgive me... my strawberry pie."

Strawberry pie!

The moment Gilly heard the word, he wondered why the master was so crazy about strawberry pie. Whenever I went to the back yard of a storm to meditate, why did I bring so many strawberry pies?

I was able to realize it intuitively.

Whi-ying....!

A wintry breeze blew through the open window. The three had only exchanged embarrassing glances in silence for a while.

"Gilly"

"Yes, sir..."

"I'll tell you the truth, will you shut the door?"

a squeaking sound

When Gilly shut down, Jean began to explain the many secret events of the past that she had spent in the storm. No return was mentioned, but it was revealed that the writer of the vision and the contractor of the solderlet.

Unexpectedly, Gilly appeared calm and calm throughout the whole story. Somehow excited, though he often nodded violently.

"So, you're an accomplice now. Not the fact that Murakhan woke up, nor his relationship with me. You shouldn't be known to your family yet."

"Please take good care of me from now on, strawberry pie.”

It was the moment when the unofficial trio of Looncandel was formed.