The Youngest Son of a Master Swordsman

"You must have bought a high-level sorcerer's grudge, miss."

"I will locate the wizard. You keep her safe.”

said the two men next to the girl.

Then the girl snorted as if dumbfounded.

"Do you think of me as a moron who can't afford to protect myself? There are six of us in the inn. It means it could be a terror attack aimed at the palace. Liu finds the wizard, and Hitten checks the members with me."

Liu and Hitten bowed their heads with moderation.

The girl who gave them orders was named Siris Endorma.

She was the daughter of Talaris Endorma, the lord of the palace.

"I can kill you anytime with an alcar. We need to know the fate of the members first rather than deal with them."

"Okay, miss."

Liu jumped up to find the wizard. And as soon as Siris and Hitten were about to enter the inn.

Currrrrrrrrr!

A third lightning bolt fell into the moonlight well. This time, the entire floor was blown away, and the kings of Mamit were screaming in anger.

Siris and Hitten, who were about to enter the inn, were also forced to pause for a while. Looking closely, the power of lightning was stronger than expected.

"Damn it! What a jerk!"

"Menka, your man! Didn't you say you killed Zipple's wizards last time? Aren't they here for revenge?"

"That was a bluff!"

guests panting out of the inn

But not all the guests were like that. As it is called the strongest of Mamit, there were some who were ready to wage a war and to track down where the mana.

And the last lightning struck the inn.

The fourth lightning was much more powerful than the ones that had fallen earlier, because Jean shivered with all the spirit that was filling the room.

Cuddduck!

When lightning struck the center of the inn, this time the whole building split apart. The half-divided inn seemed about to cross over to both sides.

"Uhhhhh!"

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

In it, guests covered in ashes jumped into the lobby.

It took less than 30 seconds for this mess to unfold. Guests could not tell who had attacked the Moonlight well with magic.

"......the attack seems to be over now, right?”

"Yes, miss."

The moment Siris and Hitten entered the building, the camp, which was staying on the second floor, rolled to the floor.

Fur each!

"Crrrr..."

The fall from the height of the second floor was not so shocking, but Jean had dropped the last lightning near her cabin.

'Maybe the last time it was a force close to seven stars, maybe because of all the spirit.’

Without Orgal's pendant, he would have been fatally wounded. Jean was able to escape the damage to the extent that the lobes were burned and the veins in her body burst.

Jean looked around naturally.

It was to make sure Al Qaeda was dead. Al-Qaro was not seen, but I could see the members of the palace guarding him running busily.

There is still thick smoke everywhere. If Al-Qaro survived the magic dramatically, he had to find it and kill it now.

However, Jin, who was trying to take out the dagger, raised his head in dismay. A girl and a man were looking down at him.

"What, this is Mamit, and there's someone my age? Hey, are you okay? You'd better go outside first.”

"Lady, there are members over there. Six in total, I think they're all safe.”

"That's a relief. Gather them together for now. If you're still escorting Al Qaeda, just tell them to kill him."

"Okay."

"And when Liu finds the wizard, round him up immediately with the members. The magic shapes were similar, so it's definitely one of them.”

"Yes."

Jean, lying on her stomach, could realize as soon as she heard their conversation.

It's the daughter of a Buddhist monk! From what you're saying, you must have come to deal with Al Qaeda.'

It's a sudden meeting.

However, Jin immediately judged that the meeting was bound to be a lucky.

According to the conversation, even if Al Qaeda is alive, it will die anyway. I don't have to check. Besides, the daughter of the tragic princess is convinced it was the work of a sorcerer.’

Then in the future, the inn's control will be held by the daughter of a Buddhist monk.

Even if they were the kings of Mamit and were revered in this city, they had no choice but to take a step back to the daughter of the princess.

'From his point of view, he's likely to think of it as a terror attack aimed at grief. Then I pretend to be scared and get out of here.’

In any case, not only the daughter of the princess, but also other guests can only think of it as a terrorist attack by a wizard.

Therefore, Jin is infinitely unlikely to be identified as the culprit.

However, there was one problem.

'If you sell your face to the princess's daughter, you might get in trouble in the future.’

It doesn't matter if your face is exposed to the lawless city gentry and other smallpoxes gathered in the moonlight well. Not only do we never encounter each other in our lives, but even if there is a problem, we can deal with it.

However, the story is different for the daughter of the tragic princess.

She was inevitable to encounter Jean while she was in the Sword's Garden of Sword.

"Lady!"

"Are you all right? What about Al-Qaro?

"Oh, well... I'm ashamed of myself. Al Qaeda was just killed by a fall of magic. It's a failed escort."

"Really? That's great. It must have been hard to please him, but he endured it well. I was just coming to save you the trouble myself.”

While she was talking to the members of the troupe, Jean put a pile of ash on her face that reached her hand and remade it. I thought it would be better to cover my face like this.

Sreung!

Siris pulled out a white sword and lifted it up.

"From now on, this inn will be under control! I am Siris Endorma, daughter of Talaris, Vigungju, and captain of the Vigung Seven Swords. He who goes against it will be regarded as an enemy of the palace."

"Hitten, let's get the members to control the movement within 500 meters of the area. Make no one move until Liu finds the wizard. Do you understand?"

"Yes, miss."

"Oh, there. The daughter of a tragic princess? But this is Mamit. The kings of this city are in front of me, and it's kind of annoying to try to control the situation. Could it be that we were attacked because of the palace?"

He was the king of Mamit, who called Jin "honorable" during the day. As he began to talk, the other kings nodded and subtly sympathized.

"Hitten."

"Yes."

"Get him his neck."

As soon as the horse fell, Hitten disappeared leaving a shadow.

Squirt!

Before I knew it, the blade of Hitten's knife behind the man was black. Hitten, with his eyes open, laid down the dead man's neck in front of Siris with great courtesy.

"I said clearly that if you fall in love with me, you will be considered an enemy. The king of Mamit? Does it look funny to you that you've been king in this garbage dump?"

Mamit's kings coughed in vain and avoided eye contact.

They weren't weak. If all the kings of Mamit come together, it would be possible to fight Siris' men. None of them were willing to turn the palace itself into an enemy.

"Hmmm. We don't want to turn you into enemies either. But I want you to give me the least respect at least. You're not so wrong with the one who just died, are you?"

If it turns out that the terror attack was aimed at a tragic end, we will make full compensation. But what about the opposite? What if the Wizard's goal was to be one of you, and that's why our palace was attacked together?”

When Siris spoke bitterly, the kings of Mamit were forced to lower their tails.

"Ha, that's good. Do as you please. I didn't know that escorting the junkie was part of the palace. I'll give you control. We're in favor of finding and killing the wizard."

"You should. First, all the survivors come down here. Now outside, one of the seven swordsmen in the palace is looking for a wizard who attacked the inn. But there could be a criminal among you."

"There won't be any of us. There's not a single sorcerer.”

"There won't be a magician. But isn't there a wizard who's been loathsome lately? People like you often get into trouble. Come together anyway."

As the kings of Mamit descended the stairs with a deep sigh, Siris lowered his gaze.

"Why are you so slow? I told you about three minutes ago that I'd better go outside."

Unlike when he spoke to the kings of Mamit, Siris used a rather soft tone of speech to Qin. Jean said, crouching as much as possible so that she could not see her face.

"Well, I'm afraid of it. I hurt my leg a while ago, and I'm sorry...….”

"Ah-ha-ha, the guy's scared. He's wearing a sword, but he's cute, get the hell out of here. And forget everything you saw today. Put this on your legs before you go out."

"Thank you."

Siris pulled out a resin from his bosom that he owed with healing mana. As soon as Jean was about to receive it with her dark hand, Siris smiled and shook her head.

"Look at your dirty hands. Just pull up your pants, I'll put them on for you. Well, you're lucky in many ways, aren't you? She survived the terror attack. She put some medicine on me. It's been an honor for generations."

Jean hesitated to lift up her pants. Siris squatted down and began to rub resin on Jean's shin. The middle of the skin covering the shin was quite deep and long.

"What's she doing? She's so nice. In her previous life, her daughter was quite famous for her terrible personality. Was it just a rumor?'

The medicated Siris made eye contact with Jean.

She was not even questioning Jean at all. Not only that, but after meeting my peers in such a rough place, I felt somehow pleased and wanted to take care of them.

"It's done. Hitten! Why is Liu so late? You can't find the wizard, are you? That sort of thing?"

"You're a little late. Should I look for it with you?"

"Well, that's enough. He must have mastered the art of hiding. At least it's still in the city, so it's only a matter of time after all. There's no way Liu can't find it. It's a wizard at least."

"That's right."

Jean, who had changed her pants, stood up and leaned down.

"Well, how can I repay this favor?”

While asking so, Jean was barely holding back a smile that was about to rise to the surface. I thought it would be quite tiring to suffer from Mamit's kings after the terrorist attacks, but things were too easy.

Besides, Siris doesn't even check Jean's face properly. I'm just letting you go with a good heart.

"How can a guy like you repay a great man like me? I just think I have a good memory. Let's say hi to the palace sometimes. Bye, then!"

After leaving the inn, Jean left Mamit on that road.

Although he appeared to have been helped by Siris, he had nothing to feel uncomfortable about announcing the success of his mission, as he had died under his spell in the first place.