The Youngest Son of a Master Swordsman

In the last two months of penmanship, the square has never heard anything but the sound of a pencil and the occasional wind.

So, although he hasn't even looked beyond the sliding door yet, Jin felt the glass tube of Murakan was open. If you're in the same situation as Jin, anyone can't help but think of that first.

'Oh, crazy. Why is Murakhan waking up now?’

Boom boom boom! It feels like a double-breasted heart is not yours.

It feels like the calm and safe basement of the stormy planet has turned into an unknown sight in a moment. A cold sweat sprang from the chilling spine.

Maybe... maybe...

Maybe he just misheard it.

The moment Jean thought it might be, she heard another click.

No, it wasn't that bad. My clothes were swept over the glass. There was a continuous sound of someone's feet touching the floor.

The dragon, which had been sleeping for a thousand years, did not suddenly fall asleep, so he woke up for a purpose.

Or finally finished that long sleep.

'Calm down, calm down. I didn't sin against Murakan, did I?’

I've never heard of Murakan waking up in his previous life.

If Murakan woke up at this time and started his career again, Jin would have known.

'Then this is a change from my return. Murakhan didn't just wake up, he woke up because of me who kept coming to the basement.’

The myth that he touched the dragon and ended his life is a common story that is heard everywhere on the continent.

Of course, while it's a common story, not many humans actually have their lives broken down in connection with dragons. Dragons are usually very difficult to meet.

But this is exactly what the common story teaches.

Dragons are very dirty.

"Hey."

at a pinch

A low, thin voice came over the sliding door. Jin was still thinking about how to deal with the situation.

Confused seconds have passed. Fortunately, Jean was able to decide what attitude she would take when facing Murakhan.

'Let's be polite, but let' If Murakan attacks me. Even if we do... ...we just have to hold out until the guards come.’

Of course that's the worst case.

But even if the worst happened, I was confident I wouldn't die. You can buy time by using solderlet's power and magic, or by making fun of your three-ch's tongue.

Maybe you won't die.

The thought of it made me feel much lighter in an instantaneously. You don't even know? In some cases, Murakan shows favor, not hostility.

Dropping.

Jean sprang to her feet, opened the sliding door and faced Murakan.

A black-haired handsome man stood upright in a glass tube he had seen every day. It is impressive that he is so strong that he has been asleep for a thousand years.

"Lu, Looncandel's child...... Family, Guardian."

deliberately stammered and muted in speech

It was because it seemed like there would be nothing wrong with showing fear of a child to a dragon that had existed for more than a thousand years. It also deliberately emphasized the word "guardian," which in fact Looncandel used to describe Murakan as such.

"Ha!"

Murakan snorted.

"Shu Haoza? Guardian?" Did you just say guardian, huh?"

Whoooooooooong!

I was just talking, but suddenly the mana in the air was vibrating and creating a small whirlpool.

"Tell me again, asshole. I am your guardian?"

The body of the Murakan, which was scattered by black smoke at the moment, was re-formed before the nose of the camp.

"Isn't that Murakan? I've heard that the Black Dragon Murakan is the guardian of the Looncandel."

When Jean answered clearly, Murakan blinked his eyes. It seemed that there was no need to make up a dull tone of speech any more.

"Whoa, yes. Fucking Looncandel bastards......that's how he informed his descendants of me. Haha! I can't be mad at this chestnut-sized guy. This is driving me crazy."

As the conversation went this far, a little relief was felt in Jin's mind.

"Fortunately, he doesn't seem to have a heartless personality even for a kid.’

But Murakan's dark-eyed, thick-skinned life represented his character.

Perhaps if it were Jin, 28, not the child's body, Murakhan would have broken a limb without hesitation and started talking.

But why did this black dragon wake up now? I hope I didn't wake up in and out of here. Another special reason... Oh, is it because of the spirit of Soldierlet?’

Spirituality, or spirituality.

The power of shadow.

That's all a dragon can do to wake up from a thousand years of sleep and react.

Jean did not use spirit unless in special circumstances, but the subtle spirit that people could not feel was always surrounded.

'So God's contractors usually have guardian dragons. Except in special cases...….’

If you sign a contract with Xu Nu, the god of fire, the dragons who use fire will show favor.

If you have signed with Meljayer, the god of wind, the dragons who use wind show favor.

That was also why Jipple was slightly ahead of Looncandel. More than a hundred dragons are with us just as known in the Jipple.

If interpreted in that context, the meeting between Jin and Murakan is now a very good situation.

'But the problem is that we're not sure. I've never heard of a dragon close to Shadows, so...….’

Currently, Zipple's patriarch, "Kellyak Zipple," was contracted to the god of fire, Xu Nou, and was known to have a close relationship with the hwaryong "Kadun."

It is also a famous story that the addendum of Jipple, who signed a contract with Meljayer, the god of the wind, performs pungnyong. In that way, dragons were bound to seek nearby attributes.

But I had never heard of solderlet and dragon.

Even when he was talking to Soldert in his previous life after signing a contract, he did not hear about Murakan.

'Let's hit it for now. I don't think it's a bad situation.’

If Murakan really woke up with a spirit. Jean had no reason to be scared.

Ewwww...

Swoop!

Suddenly, Murakan continued to breathe deeply like a puppy drunk with a good smell, or indeed a smoker who smokes after a long time.

"Ha, yeah. What's wrong with the kid? Hmm...... I feel much better after inhaling this energy. Kid! What's your name?"

"This is Jean Looncandel, Mr. Murakhan."

"Yes, yes. It's Jin. I'm not curious about your name. So you're Looncandel anyway? Then go ahead and show me to the contractor of Soldierlet."

"Solderet's contractor?"

"Yes! You dark spirit... You can't have it unless you're a contractor. I hope the contractor isn't a cheap guy like Themeer.”

Temer Looncandel.

It's the name of the guest housekeeper.

Jean almost sang a jolly song.

I felt like everything I planned to do would go well in this life. I can't believe you brought up the problem you were worrying about it!

'I'm sure he's awakened by the spirit! Besides, this reaction......... it means that I have the initiative.’

Sniff, sniff, boom!

Murakhan didn't even care about Jean anymore. I was just closing my eyes and focusing on feeling inspired.

And Jean thought for a moment.

Should I say I'm a contractor? Or should I say I don't know much about that? The choice was the former. The former side had to be a much better choice to swing the Murakhan in the future.

The latter is tired in many ways. If you say you don't know, you'll be asked to bring an adult, and if you do, you can't avoid the mishap of having to explain this situation to everyone in the family.

When that happens, this happy life of transcribing the visionaries day after day is well-being. In its own way, the meeting with Murakan, who is the one who is the other, is also Hwang.

in a fit of anger

A little flame-like spirit spread over the palm of Jean.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God. It's clearing my mind...... huh?"

Murakan's eyes, which were savoring the spirit, grew round.

"I think I'm the contractor, Mr. Murakhan."

"You, you, you, what are you? Crazy, crazy! Soldier has signed a contract with a kid like you!"

Murakan backed away in a fright. He seemed to be in a hurry and even lost his footing.

"That's ridiculous. This isn't right. Hey, Solderet! You hear me? Are you finally gone? Come out and explain!"

In the meantime, while Murakhan was doing so, Qin made another batch of shadows in the other hand.

"My father told me that this power originated from someone who cast a shadow on the world."

"Uhhhhh."

To flop.

Murakhan sat down and looked up at the camp.

There has been silence for some time. Jin wanted to continue the story, but seeing Murakan's face collapsing in real time, he couldn't.

Madam, anger, doubt, fear, vain.

Murakan's expression was changing exactly in that order.

"Hey... solderlet. You're kidding, aren't you? Not this one. Say something. Why would a promised thousand-year contractor be such a little boy?….”

Solderlet continued to be silent.

His silence was also one of the problems that Jean continued to worry about.

Obviously, when he signed the contract, he often talked like a friend, but he had no story from the moment he died in his previous life until now.

Anyway, Murakhan seemed to need time to accept this reality.

But he is a dragon.

It is a dragon that has lived for thousands of years, even though it has a rather dirty and eccentric disposition. This means that there is an indomitable spirit that is insightful and does not disappoint with unexpected results.

Murakhan quickly convinced himself of this absurd situation. That was the best thing for him.

"Ha, kid."

"Yes."

"I guess you're the one I'll have to keep in step with Solderlet in the future."

I'm working with the dragon!

I heard it directly from the dragon. To Murakan, the black dragon that the first family member knocked down.

When I was a wizard, I was so thrilled to hear rumors of a sorcerer fighting with a dragon.

The tip of my nose is getting hot at a gulp. I couldn't control my face, which was about to burst, so Jean naturally bowed her head.

"Well, what if you work together."

"Whoa... you're too young to tell me the details. I'm out of my mind right now."

Jean nodded still.

"First of all, to the Contractor of Solderlet, as a friend of Solderlet. Let me reintroduce you officially."

Whoo-woo-woong.

When the heavy wind sounded, the black energy formed in the air began to envelop Murakan's body.

It was to transform itself into a dragon. The black energy buried in Murakan spread like a cloud, and soon a black dragon, huge enough to fill the basement, blocked the sight of the camp.

[I am Murakan. The last descendant of the first being made of solderlet's agent, his own friend, and shadow. From today on the promise of a thousand years, I will be with you. Say your name.]

a solemn voice not to be found by a hot-blooded young man until now

"This is Jean Lundel. The thirteenth, lastborn child of Looncandel."

Jean replied, barely suppressing her trembling heart.