The Youngest Son of a Master Swordsman

"Well, there's no way he didn't send anyone to Looncandel's banquet.’

To some extent, it's an expected meeting.

Jean looked at Siris for a few seconds and calmly poured the wine into her empty glass.

"You're the daughter of a tragic princess. It's an honor for me."

Jean stole a glance at her and took a glass.

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 now!

That's what Siris said in Mamit.

At that time she was strangely kind to Jean. He not only excluded him from the list of terror suspects in the moonlight well, but also applied healing resin to his shin.

It's very different from Siris, who I've only heard about in my previous life.

Still, it's nothing special to think about.

'It was just the whims of the strong.'

That's how Jean understood Siris back then. Of course, Siris wasn't really a figure above Jean.

"You're the same age as me at 15, and I envy you how you've achieved so quickly. I'm just envious of Looncandel's blessed body."

Siris, who speaks with envy, is also not a common bet. She was also a genius who was already growing at a fairly crazy pace in the middle of four stars.

"I also think it's a blessing. One, the bloodline of the palace is also a great blessing. I don't even know how much you will care."

"Yes, I'm in a position to be especially affectionate because I'm a single woman unlike you. Oh, do you mind if I say this?”

Siris, who softened his gaze. Her silvery hair was shaking naturally.

"No, I'm the youngest, and everybody knows that. Well, I envy Siris. Having a lot of brothers sometimes makes me tired.”

"Oh, you're so indifferent to that. There are so many eyes and ears. What if your brothers question you in the future?”

"Isn't it the privilege of the youngest to complain? Haha, anyway. I'd like to go to the palace someday if I have a chance. I don't think it'll be a dream if I work hard with Siris."

"Ha-ha, I didn't think the one in the Sword's Garden would be curious about Vigung......Okay, I'll send you an invitation soon."

As soon as Jean was about to answer, Siris held out the bottle. The dripping wine inadvertently set eyes on them, and for a few minutes the two remained silent.

'I'm pretty sure you recognized me. Isn't it about time we talked about it?’

A little bit of soot doesn't cover my face, and I couldn't even change my voice. Jean was sure she recognized herself.

'It's disappointing if a figure who's about to succeed the palace doesn't recognize it.'

Siris suddenly leaned close to the camp.

"By the way, Confucius Jean Looncandel. I'd like to ask you a question."

"Yes, Siris, go ahead."

"Is your shin okay now that you said.

As expected, it has come.

Jean smiled and shrugged.

"Yes, it's all right. "Thanks to a man so great as to dare not repay his kindness that he has put out pine resin himself."

As Jin strikes lightly, Siris's forehead narrows.

"You have a thicker face than you look, Confucius. Then I need you to explain to me why you were in Mamit's moonlight well."

"Why should I?"

"At the time, my subordinate, Pigung Seven Swords' Liu, couldn't find the magic terrorist. It hurt my self-esteem, and only later did I think that the boy I let go of was the criminal."

Dropping.

Siris pulled the chair and came a little closer to Jean. The two were close enough to face each other, with only a span of space.

"You might think so. But magic, as you can see, I'm Looncandel. Do you think I'm the criminal? I've never held a sorcerer's wand with a sword-holding hand in my life."

"Of course I don't think so. But you must have been on Looncandel's mission in Mamit. And maybe he hired another wizard because his mission was too heavy.”

Suddenly, Siris gritted her teeth and said back to her.

"In addition, the only people in the Moonlight well at the time that Looncandel could handle as an assassination are the members of the palace. As the leader of the Seven Swords of the Pirate, it's a problem that can't be ignored."

He is speaking calmly, but his voice is full of flesh.

As soon as she saw Jin's face at the banquet hall, she was convinced that he had been ordered to assassinate a member of the Vigung unit at the time.

And he did good deeds, noticing the person who had foolishly attacked the Sigung unit.

'You must be under the illusion that I hit the Sigung unit. You almost hurt the Sigung crew trying to kill Alcaro, so you're half right.’

Jean, who read Siris's thoughts, was all sly.

"Well, we've just had a pretty good atmosphere. I don't know why you're doing this, Siris."

"Huh! You're a duck's foot to the end. Okay, if that's the case, I have an idea."

"May I ask what kind of advice you have?”

"I'll take Confucius to the duel and beat him like a dog! Spit on the abominable face. Apply for a duel. Jean Looncandel."

"Oh, my God..."

Jin hurriedly looked around, wondering who might have heard Siris' sudden mourning.

Fortunately, no one seemed to have heard it, thanks to Siris's clinging and whispering.

"Should I speak louder? Let's go. You're gonna have to pay me for that.”

A duel is unavoidable at this point.

I'm sure Siris is the perfect match for me to check my sword skills.’

Siris Endorma, the only daughter of the Necropolis. I'm sure he's a great player for his age. Jean remembered her father's words.

"Siris, I'm so sorry, but I can't accept a duel."

"Are you not confident?"

"Oh, well, my father warned me very strongly. Never fight with someone who looks weaker than me."

Knock!

The thin neck of the wine glass that Siris was holding with her two fingers broke. She's shaking her fist.

"Just now, what did you say?"

"Don't get me wrong. I also want to compete with Siris. But I can't disobey my father's orders."

"You dog, hoo...…!”

Siris, who was staring at Jean with bloodshot eyes, soon sighed. Soon she carefully placed the broken glass on the table to see if she had regained her composure.

"You must have a lot of fun making fun of me, Confucius Jean. Then shall I make fun of you too?"

Suddenly, Siris grabbed Jin's hand and lifted it over his thighs.

Now, when you get up and push Confucius, screaming, "Where are you stuttering?"….”

Jean, who was captivated with a smile, nodded as if she couldn't help it.

"If that's what you want, I'll take it. Let's go out quietly.”

"You should have come out like that."

The two men stood up at the same time and began to walk.

However, some people who watched them could not help but misunderstand.

"No, no, no. Mary, the youngest one put his hand on her thigh... And it seemed like she was kissing. Can kids these days do that as soon as they get hit in the eye? Where the hell are they going?”

said Dipus Looncandel, who was drinking wine with Mary at the table across the street. From where he was, it seemed as if Jean was kissing Siris' mouth shut.

"It's an empty room, and I'll go anywhere. Mind your own business, brother. Fifteen's all grown up."

"My God. Did you do that when you were 15?"

"What are you going to do on your own? Can you handle it?"

"It's done....

"Just drink. My daughter and my youngest daughter, if I grow up a little bit more, I won't be able to date as much as I want. You should enjoy it when you can."

The duel was still quiet.

Fighters and onlookers will come after midnight. Jin and Siris marked the first duel of the Looncandel banquet.

It's rather good. It would have been too harsh for her to break in front of everyone.

As they entered the duel, the guards saluted Kim.

"The Youngest Master. Are you here to fight a duel?"

"Yes, there's only the medical staff left, and you guys need to get out for a while. Oh, get me two useful swords."

"Yes, I'll seal the duel until your duel is over."

When the tactful guardian said so, Jean nodded contentedly.

"Please."

The medical staff, who read the atmosphere, also hid themselves in the waiting room.

There were only two people standing inside the vast amphitheater. Soon the guardian brought the sword, and Jean let Siris choose first.

"Choose one that fits you better, Siris."

"Gin Looncandel. You're still a normal five-star, but you're full of conceit.”

Siris chose to get his hands on without even comparing.

As soon as she changed her posture with the sword in her hand, she became a completely different person. The glaring eyes of anger have subsided coldly, and there is not even a slight tremor of black aimed diagonally.

"This is how I experience the sword art of the palace, which I've only heard of.’

Still a mediocre quintessence.

It is no different that Siris expressed Jean that way. She knew that Jean had not yet received the various ties and duels of Looncandel.

Siris, on the other hand, is the only heir to the palace, although he is in the mid-4th star. There was a reason for her to underestimate the gin of achievement that was obviously higher than herself.

"Before you start, promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"If I win, about everything that happened in Mamit at the time. Let me know all about you."

"Okay. On the contrary, if I win, Siris' chance to see me that day is something that never happened. We're meeting for the first time today."

"You must have something. Come in!"

Jean narrowed the street as soon as her words were finished. As soon as he was about to start pressing based on his superior physical abilities.

Pajigit!

Suddenly Siris' sword was frozen in a strange chill.

It is the source of the palace that can rise up in the middle of the West Sea, and the symbol of the endorma blood movement.

It was a 'rounding sword.'