Act 27

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‘Relics’ in <Let’s Kill the Demon Lord> refer to the heirlooms of saints who have left their names throughout history, both past and present. Alternatively, they are a general term for items containing their desires or psyches during their lifetime. 

The Holy Grail in front of us now, the Demonic Essence, is also one of such relics. 

‘The power of this chalice is to materialize the residual psyche of the Demon Lord, the source of power held by demons.’ 

The power of this relic can be easily exemplified by the demon seen in the slums, which is a creation of this ‘Demonic Essence.’ 

A product of the Demon Lord that gives power comparable to demons, even to ordinary humans. However, the cost is not trivial. 

·Becoming a demon. It means giving up being human by transplanting horns. 

“To create this single horn, a lot of demon blood and soul stones are needed. A lot of money and time have been invested for this one horn.” 

“Is that so?” 

“If you were to use this horn, just how powerful could you become?” 

Why are you curious about that? 

I almost blurted out those words impulsively, but I managed to hold back. 

“It might not be impossible to overthrow the Sword Saint’s fortress.” 

Tenellon continued, extending the hand holding the horn towards me. 

Seeing this, I thought to myself, ‘Screwed.’ 

I hadn’t thought for a moment that he would offer it so easily. 

Julian joined the Dawn Society solely for power. Thus, I thought he would express a desire to possess the ‘horn,’ which is fundamental to his goal. 

Pretending to be Julian, I only mentioned it out of politeness… 

‘To give it away this easily!?’ 

Without showing it outwardly, I began to think of ways to get out of this situation. 

A little while ago, Tenellon mentioned how much investment was required to make a single horn. Naturally, refusing the offer would upset him. 

But if I don’t refuse, it would mean undergoing the horn transplantation. 

‘…Crazy’

I stealthily glanced at Tenellon’s face. Though it was difficult to read his expression due to the mask he wore, I could still see his eyebrows raised and the corners of his mouth turned up.

Just a slight peek, and he readily offers the horn—how welcoming are you?

“That… Archbishop, I think this is a bit too hasty of a decision.”

Just when I couldn’t help but lament over such excessive generosity, Elenoa, who was beside me, spoke up.

I sighed with relief internally.

“Sir Julian has not yet fully expressed his intentions. To bestow upon such a person the title of bishop, let alone offer such privileges, is premature. Other bishops would surely express their dissatisfaction if they knew.”

“Hmm… Is that so?”

Well done, Elenoa!

I clenched my fist.

“What do you think, Julian?”

“I have no choice. I didn’t come here wishing for the organization’s dissolution.”

“Is that so? That’s unexpectedly considerate of you.”

I could feel the mask Tenellon wore twitching, seemingly more pleased.

“Then, Julian, we won’t bother with a formal bishop ordination ceremony. You wanted a cooperative relationship, after all.”

I nodded at his words.

“Then, as the Archbishop of the Dawn Society, I have a favor to ask you…”

***

After finishing the conversation with Tenellon and stepping outside, Elenoa sneakily turned her head to look at Julian’s face.

Always smiling.

Because of that, it was impossible for Elenoa to predict what he was thinking, but she knew the primal desire he harbored.

‘Obsession with power’

When she first met him at the palace, she could feel, almost tangibly, the intense thirst for power this man possessed.

‘To think such a person would refuse the Archbishop’s generosity.’

Before leaving the room, Elenoa recalled the groundbreaking proposal Tenellon had made to Julian. Not only offering him a bishop’s position on the spot but also granting him a horn crafted from a relic—it was an excessively bold gesture, and Elenoa internally clicked her tongue.

The horn crafted from the Demonic Essence may not be perfect, but it’s an undeniable fact that it grants immense power to its user. 

Because of this, creating just one horn requires a vast amount of time and money. 

‘Julian’s reputation may be remarkable, but to welcome him this warmly…’

Tenellon’s treatment of Julian was noticeably different from his interactions with other members of the order. 

This caused a bit of unease. 

Surely, there would be members of the order who would harbor dissatisfaction with the Archbishop’s excessive treatment. 

“Miss Elenoa.”

While she was sorting through her thoughts, the sudden sound of Julian’s voice made Elenoa hide her true feelings behind a smile. 

“Yes, what is it?”

“You seem troubled. Is there something you’re worried about?”

Elenoa flinched for a moment. 

The unease that had been growing since Julian was brought into their fold was as if he had seen right through to her inner thoughts. 

“Why would that be? Now that the ‘demon’ of the northern front is with us, what is there to be anxious about?”

“Is that so?”

Saying this, Julian’s gaze turned back towards the interior of the monastery. 

He appeared to be looking at something. 

Elenoa followed his gaze, and familiar figures were approaching. 

“It’s been a while, Julian. You remember who I am, don’t you?”

The man who spoke with a sneering laugh was Alphas Mayend. 

Behind him was the imposing figure of Monsignor Felkor. 

Elenoa could roughly guess why Alphas had come. 

Like Felkor, he was a former member of the Azure Knights and a talented knight who had risen to the position of deputy commander. 

‘I figured something like this might happen.’

Elenoa inwardly clicked her tongue upon seeing Alphas’s face. 

The reason he was stripped of his deputy commander status was due to corruption he was involved in. 

It was none other than Julian, standing before her, who had exposed and dealt with that corruption.

One of the anxieties that arose from bringing Julian into the Dawn Society was already showing itself. 

Probably, Alphas had gathered the former knights for the purpose of satisfying some petty revenge. 

‘He might act arrogantly, but this man would surely remember Alphas’s face.’

They had frequently clashed at the palace, after all. 

“I’m sorry, but have we met before?”

Huh? He doesn’t remember?

Elenoa was quite taken aback by Julian’s smirking demeanor. 

They couldn’t possibly not know each other. 

After all, Elenoa had clearly seen them arguing at the palace. 

Inadvertently, Elenoa examined Julian’s face, but it was impossible to read his intentions behind his mask-like smile. 

“That damned way of speaking is still the same, you bastard.”

A slight tremble could be felt in Alphas’s curse. 

He must have been as baffled as herself. 

He knew the man was incomparably more arrogant than ordinary people, but he hadn’t imagined it to this extent. 

‘The basis of this arrogance is his belief in his own martial prowess.’

In such a tense situation, his expression remained as undisturbed as a calm lake, a moment that truly proved the audacity of the man known as Julian. 

“Ahem.”

Clearly, if the situation was left unattended, it would undoubtedly lead to trouble. 

Having thought this far, Elenoa cleared her throat once. 

As everyone’s attention shifted to her, she finally spoke. 

“If you’re thinking of causing a disturbance, perhaps it’s best to stop?”

“Bishop Elenoa, this is a form of education. Education for someone who has just joined the Dawn Society.”

“Is that so? Then, I must intervene even more.”

Seeing Alphas respond with ‘Is that so?’ Elenoa smiled gently. 

“Now, Sir Julian’s rank has become higher than all of yours.”

At Elenoa’s words, Alphas opened his eyes slightly. 

“What do you mean by that?”

Ahem, Elenoa cleared her throat once more and continued. 

“The Archbishop has recognized Sir Julian as a member of the order and has simultaneously bestowed upon him the position of a bishop.”

“What do you mean, Bishop Elenoa!”

As the order members murmured in surprise behind her, Elenoa looked steadily at Alphas’s face. 

Annoyance was evident on Alphas’s face as he cautiously spoke. 

“Is that true?”

“Why would I bother to lie to you, when there’s nothing in it for me?”

Crack!

The sound of Alphas grinding his teeth was unmistakably clear. 

“That’s how it is.”

Julian, smirking. 

His smile seemed to carry a hint of mockery towards the former Azure Knights in front of him. 

“Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now.”

With those words, he began to walk away again. 

Alphas glared at him with wide eyes. 

A murderous intent so palpable it wouldn’t have been surprising if it burst forth enveloped him. 

Despite the palpable hostility, Julian walked past him as if it were nothing. 

‘No wonder he’s called the “demon of the northern front.”‘

Elenoa thought to herself as she followed behind Julian. 

***

Walking down the corridor, I internally clicked my tongue seeing the aura of rage hovering over Alphas’s head. 

‘This damned man has really accumulated a lot of bad karma.’

Just when I was already frustrated with the fact of having joined the Dawn Society. 

And now, these people, whose stories I don’t know, were showing hostility towards me, making my headache seemingly pointless. 

Alphas’s feelings were clear. 

Someday, a hatred sharp enough to point a blade at me. 

‘For someone to hate another this much… Or is it just that he’s petty?’

Whether it’s Julian’s doing that he’s become like this. 

“Let’s continue the conversation we were having.”

While I was grumbling internally, Elenoa, who was following, spoke up. 

“The Archbishop has asked Sir Julian to secure soul stones.”

Soul stones (魂石).

Demon hearts that come only from demons of a certain rank, Tri-horn or higher, and serve as vessels to gather the residual psyche of the Demon Lord. 

“So, it’s a request to kill demons.”

“Well, if you put it that way, yes.”

“But if it’s an unreasonable request, I will refuse. After all, I am also affiliated with the ‘Closed Eyes.'”

While being a member of the Closed Eyes does ensure some autonomy, overstepping boundaries could lead to being caught. 

After all, I need to keep my affiliation with the Dawn Society hidden. 

“Don’t worry about that. Coordinating with the Closed Eyes side shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Her tone was somewhat satisfied.

Initially, I couldn’t fathom where her confidence stemmed from. 

But not long after, as I stopped by the office to carry out my duties as a member of the Closed Eyes, a message arrived that hinted at the source of her confidence. 

“Sir Julian! A mission to subdue a Tri-horn demon has been issued from the secretariat!”

Leaving Razlot’s urgent tone behind, I reviewed the mission order he had brought. 

A mission to subdue a Tri-horn demon, arriving just as I had joined the Dawn Society. 

It was the moment when the suspicions I had harbored in my mind became reality. 

‘It seems the Dawn Society has its tendrils even in the royal secretariat.’

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Survival 46

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The Balant Fortress.  

A wall that precisely blocks the border line where the northern territories and the demon tribes’ nation, the Evildon Empire, meet.  

And an impregnable fortress that has repeatedly thwarted the demon tribes’ numerous invasions targeting human territories over hundreds of years.  

I am now heading to that place.  

“Do you understand? The place you’re going to can truly be considered the pride of the North.”  

Perhaps it was because the march was tedious.  

Thanks to Luciana, who elaborated on the features and history of the Balant Fortress beside me, I roughly grasped what kind of place it was,  

“Having your first real battle there, it’s truly an honor. Don’t you think so?”  

‘Well, I’m not sure about that.’  

The icy North as always.  

The cold that seeps through despite being wrapped up is tiresome.  

However, I couldn’t possibly express my true feelings to those eyes sparkling with anticipation.  

“Certainly, it’s my first visit as well, so I’m curious what it will be like.”  

“Right. It’s nice that a master and servant get along so well, isn’t it? Perhaps it was my father’s intention to pair us up.”  

Always hiding one’s emotions is a virtue of the nobility.  

However, unlike her usual self, who embodies the perfect noble with a cold expression, Luciana showed a faint smile.  

Lost in that brilliance.  

“Anyway, you have a strong heart, facing my father like that.”  

Luciana murmured with interest, glancing at me.  

Ah, indeed.  

Instead of answering, I just smiled faintly.  

As Luciana said, it was quite a struggle in the meeting room.  

***  

‘What is that sly old man talking about now.’  

Rewinding time, in the meeting room.  

I was momentarily dazed by the duke’s bombshell announcement of a dismissal.  

“Ah, Father! Just a moment…!”  

“Why? You’re not trying to take back what you said, are you?”  

“Uh….”  

Luciana’s mouth, too, shut tight just like mine, intending to object.  

Caught by her own logic.  

After all, it includes having a servant accompany in protocols.  

‘This is becoming troublesome.’  

Of course, one could always flexibly take care of the justification.  

Even if one’s weakness is prodded, brazenly moving on is the ecology of the nobility.  

However, I couldn’t expect such a response from Luciana, who is faithful to the duties and responsibilities of nobility.  

And I couldn’t step in at that moment either.  

A deep shadow cast over her face, which was frozen solid.  

‘To think I’d end up being separated from Luciana in an attempt to remove the burden of succession disputes.’  

“Then, this meeting is adjourned. Ah, Yegor, Lucy, and Hans, please stay behind.”  

“May I inquire about your intentions?”  

At the chief servant’s question, Duke Speda looked back and forth between Luciana and me before opening his mouth.  

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s time to find a suitable position for him, now that he’s not just a personal servant.”  

Apparently, the idea wasn’t simply to demote me to a servant.  

After all, who would want to let go of someone who, though called a servant, had won a martial tournament and even obtained a relic of Vygo?  

‘.Eh..’  

As soon as the duke finished speaking, everyone’s gaze poured onto me.  

Especially the general, who had been locking horns with the treasurer just before, now looked at me, a newly freed freelancer, with relish.  

“Duke, if you’re thinking of keeping that child as a servant, I must say it’s a waste. His martial prowess is more than enough to command the soldiers of the North.”  

No, he didn’t stop there; he even tried to butter me up.  

“Bardik, I’ll handle it. Step back.”  

“・・・I will obey your command.”  

Satisfied with having expressed his opinion, the general turned away without further ado.  

Chills ran down my spine.  

From a pretty and haughty girl to the aide of a bearded old man, it’s the worst!  

“Well, now it’s just us. Anything else to say?”  

In the emptied meeting room, the duke looked down at Luciana from the high seat, as if testing her.

“…no.”  

The authority brought by the head of the family’s prestige,  

Respect for a swordsman of higher realm than oneself,  

Such acts of rebellion seemed too difficult for Luciana, who had lived a life closer to that of a knight than that of nobility.  

Her fist trembled as she bowed her head in frustration.  

She kept her silence.  

“Is that so? Then, I’ll change the subject of the question.”  

His cold tone and gaze were now directed at me.  

“Well, do you have anything else to say?”  

“May I speak?”  

“Of course. That’s why we have this time. Speak up.”  

Do I have something to say?  

Plenty. 

I couldn’t speak up earlier because of the people around, but now, the person who allowed me to speak and Yegor, with whom I’ve been acquainted for a long time, were the only ones present.  

There’s always an intent behind someone’s words and actions.  

For instance, the treasurer’s words had the purpose of keeping Luciana in check, and the foolish officer who fought with me was driven by vanity.  

It’s the same now.  

‘Giving up on protocol means giving up on having a personal servant as part of it?’  

Honestly, all excuses.  

Strictly speaking, it’s not wrong, but it was something that could have been overlooked with the authority of the head of the family.  

If the reason Duke Speda acted this way was…  

I could only guess it was for the same reason as the general.  

“I have realized something while serving as Lady Luciana’s personal servant, even if it was for a short period.”  

I turned my back to the duke and faced Luciana.  

I knelt on my left knee and bowed my head to her.  

“I have only one master to serve, Lady Luciana.”  

“Oh? And then?”  

“Even if I am removed from the position of Lady Luciana’s personal servant, I would like to continue to assist in any other capacity.”  

The desire to take me away and utilize me elsewhere as a resource.  

But that cannot be allowed.  

You may prioritize efficient personnel distribution as the head of the family, but not me.  

As the duke stroked his beard as if pondering, he frowned.  

“This is troubling. As the one who hired you, I can’t just let you float away.”  

“Then, it can’t be helped.”  

“Glad you understand; that makes things quicker.”  

Understanding my foot.  

If he wanted to take me away from Luciana because I was a useful talent.  

“No, I intend to leave the ducal household.”  

Then I might as well use that fact as leverage.  

“……!”  

“Do you realize what you’re saying?”  

The reactions were satisfying.  

Everyone except the person in question wore more baffled expressions, especially Yegor, the embodiment of a loyal NPC, looked remarkable.  

“Hans, how dare you be so rude to the duke!”  

“…You should beg for forgiveness from father now.”  

But I stood up and bowed deeply to the duke.  

“My will is firm. Even if I am not a servant, I plan to follow Lady Luciana. If even that is not allowed, then I will return to my homeland.”  

The atmosphere became tensely frozen.  

A mere servant daring to go against the duke’s offer and even suggesting leaving.  

It was only because the remaining people, Yegor and Luciana, had been acquainted with each other for a long time; if it were others, it would have been chaos, demanding immediate dismissal.  

“Huh. That’s even more troubling.”  

“……”  

“Is Luciana that significant to you? You could have been placed in a position even better than a servant.”  

I answered firmly.  

“Yes. If I cannot serve Lady Luciana in this manner, I no longer have any attachment to the ducal household.”  

Of course. 

Our relationship is bound by life due to the status window!  

“Ha-ha. How bold. Cunning beyond compare… If Dovye had seen this, he would have coveted you no less than General Bardik.”  

“……”  

“You cleverly package loyalty in your words. You seem more like a knight than a servant.”  

Sweat trickled down the palm of my tightly clenched hand.  

After all, the initiative was on their side.  

“As a noble, you must take full responsibility for your words. However, there’s not no way around it, if your resolve is genuine.”  

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“What can’t be done with words? The important thing is action.”  

He smirked provocatively, as if challenging whether you could actually do it.  

After a brief exchange of glares, he nodded with an interested smile.  

“Since Lucy has given up the formalities of her position as a lady, for the time being, her status will be revoked, and she will be newly appointed to a knight’s position.”  

“That means…”  

“Change the question. Hans Byron, are you prepared to follow into battle?”  

My answer was already determined.  

***

Fortunately, things went well.  

Instead of taking away my position as a personal servant, the duke appointed me as Luciana’s war aide, and we departed for Balant a few days later,  

The starting point of the northern story and the frontline facing the demon tribes across the border.  

I never expected to come across this name so soon.  

…Indeed.  

Like the coming-of-age ceremony and the martial tournament,  

This land called the North has a bit of an extreme early education policy.  

Especially when it comes to combat.  

“Our ancestors announced the beginning of our ducal family on this land by cutting down all the monsters and demon tribes lurking in the North. It’s time to reenact that history.”  

Luciana is indeed a Northerner, it seems.  

Muttering the duke’s instructions with eyes sparkling from a sense of rivalry and anticipation.  

Holding tightly to that mix-up sword and continuously looking around as if searching for a gift, almost like a child on a treasure hunt.  

As was the case with the previous Bathory incident, human affairs are unpredictable.  

In anticipation of a possible demon tribe attack, I remained vigilant, not letting my guard down.  

Of course,  

Contrary to Luciana, I was hoping that nothing would happen.  

“…No matter how I look at it, you would have made a good knight.”  

“Ha-ha, thank you for the compliment. I still have much to learn.”  

Luciana, who had been staring intently, suddenly turned her head away.  

The tips of her ears peeking through her fluttering hair turned red.  

After all,  

Protecting my favorite character, such a position is merely an obstacle.  

***

As with any demon tribe,  

The Levain tribe, in particular, tends to submit to others based on sheer force more so than other demon tribes.  

Conversely, they are also the tribe most likely to disdain those weaker than themselves.  

“Tch. What can such a creature do.”  

Thus, when the warriors of the Levain tribe heard that a member of a minor tribe, known for its lack of notable strength, was a key part of the strategy,  

They could not hide their sighs of disappointment.  

“Watch your words. This is a strategy directly commanded by Lord Tyrone.”  

“Cough. If it’s an order from the True Dragon, we have no choice.”  

However, once the identity of the strategist was revealed,  

The warriors soon accepted it.  

Who would dare oppose the will of their leader, the True Dragon?  

Although the Levain tribe is known for its formidable 

strength,  

The warriors’ attitude of obedience to their lord, a war king of overwhelming origin, went beyond loyalty to fanaticism.  

“Then let’s get ready. We’ll soon go to war with the humans.”  

“Humans, huh? Those frail beings?”  

“It’s because we couldn’t overcome those weaklings that we’re stuck in this barren land.”  

“It’s all because the demon tribes aren’t united. If we can subjugate the gargoyle we caught this time, things will be different.”  

Amidst the noisy atmosphere,  

*Grrr.*  

A displeased voice.  

Seemingly irritated by their conversation, someone grinding their fangs soon organized their complicated thoughts, recalling the command they had received.  

The primary goal was infiltration and assassination.  

It wasn’t an easy task, but not impossible either.  

After all, they were a special entity unlike their kin.  

Their dark, blurry skin momentarily took on a soft apricot hue.

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Strike 77

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Hyun-soo had completed his contract with the construction company. Soon, the smithy that had been demolished would be rebuilt. Satisfied, Hyun-soo logged in and heard a commotion outside the smithy. There, he saw the old man, Per. Quickly understanding the situation, he noticed:

[Blacksmith Examiner Buks Lv.299]

‘Examiner?’

He quickly realized the truth. This was the man who had played a major role in shaping the Edrol Commerce Guild’s influence in this Ballas territory. However, the problem was that Buks’ level was much higher than Hyun-soo had anticipated.

Then, suddenly.

Ding.

[Emergent Quest: Win in the Evaluation Against the Examiner]

Grade: S

Requirement: One who has received Barad’s offer

Reward: Significant increase in development rate.

Penalty for failure: Per’s death.

Description: You have been tasked by Sword King Barad to advance the development of the Ballas territory. Help old man Per win in the evaluation.

The reward was a significant increase in development rate, and the penalty for failure was dreadful.

‘Per’s death?’

Although Hyun-soo had only met old man Per for a day, he found him to be a genuinely good person. Hyun-soo decided to observe the situation first. Buks, as it turned out, was more skilled than expected. Judging by his level, he was at a master craftsman’s level. Per, who had been working in the hologram smithy, looked at Buks’ work and was shocked, his hand weakly dropping the hammer he had been holding. Hyun-soo realized that Per had lost his motivation. Indeed, the difference between a master and a top-tier blacksmith was enormous, and even a cursory glance revealed Buks’ superior skill.

‘Then I just have to tell him.’

Hyun-soo stepped forward.

“Pay more attention to the tip of the sword when you refine it.”

Per turned his head, noticing the confident expression on Hyun-soo’s face, and paid more attention to the sword’s tip. Soon, he looked surprised. Hyun-soo continued to advise.

“Make the blade sharper and more precise.”

Dadadadang –

[Your understanding of the sword is far surpassing your usual skills.]

Per blinked in disbelief. Wasn’t he just a blacksmith who had started renting a forge and taken his first steps? His level was only around 101, wasn’t it? What was happening? Hyun-soo had now stood behind him, as if they had become one. He started speaking in a strong yet gentle voice.

“Relax the hand holding the hammer.”

“When hammering the blade, strike harder.”

“You need to increase the strength of your work.”

“Strike with more force, but sometimes gently.”

[Your understanding of the sword is far surpassing your usual skills.]

[Your understanding of the sword is far surpassing your usual skills…]

From behind, in a gentle voice, he said, “Don’t forget, this sword will save your territory. This sword must become your masterpiece.”

It was strange. Engrossed in his voice, Per began to focus intensely. Only Hyun-soo’s voice and the sounds of the forge were audible, and his concentration surpassed his usual self.

[You are receiving the teachings of a master blacksmith.]

[You are surpassing your limits.]

Per had been trapped in the realm of a top-tier blacksmith for 20 years. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t advance. He thought it was a matter of capacity, but he was wrong. He realized it wasn’t a lack of talent; perhaps he just hadn’t had someone great to teach him.

Before long, he finished refining the sword, completing his masterpiece.

[Per has crafted an artifact closest to legendary.]

[Per has crafted the masterpiece of his life.]

[Per has grown beyond the realm of a top-tier blacksmith to become a master blacksmith.]

[Your affinity with Per has increased.]

[Development rate has increased by 8%.]

[Emergent Quest: Win in the Evaluation Against the Examiner Completed.]

Hyun-soo looked puzzled.

‘Why did the development rate increase because Elder Per grew?’ 

Hyun-soo wondered, noticing a significant rise. He realized the reason. ‘Per is a resident of this Ballas territory. His transformation into a master craftsman contributes to the development of this territory.’ 

In reality, very few territories have a master blacksmith. Among NPCs, one condition to be recognized as a master blacksmith is to create an artifact closest to legendary. Thus, Per’s mere existence propelled the territory’s development.

Buks also completed crafting a sword but couldn’t hide his astonishment. 

‘What is this…?’ 

He had seen a strange blacksmith giving Per advice. 

Blacksmith Examiner Buks once worked at the Blacksmith Tower and left sensing something special. He used his unique traits to subdue other blacksmiths. But now, comparing his and Per’s swords, Buks doubted his eyes. 

‘This old man…?’ 

It was unbelievable. 

Buks was thorough, having already researched Per. The lord of the territory was virtually a puppet in their hands. And Buks had recently learned that Per was the one sent by the lord. 

He had intended to eliminate the last risk factor. But he failed. Buks was so shocked that he was at a loss for words. 

He looked at the young blacksmith with a puzzled expression and realized, ‘The owner of this smithy?’ 

Buks knew about the new smithy that had been set up. 

According to reports, it was run by a blacksmith of level 101, which was a confirmed fact and couldn’t be falsified. 

‘What’s this?’ 

Buks came to a conclusion. 

‘A foreigner specialized in teaching?’ 

Foreigners often possessed a wide variety of mystical powers. Of course, he too had his own unique traits. Could it be that this man specialized in teaching but had no real skill of his own? 

‘Right, these people make artifacts despite their ignorance in blacksmithing.’ 

Such people might possess such powers. Buks felt an uncontrollable rage. 

His year’s worth of efforts had been ruined by this man. 

So, he walked towards him, planning to impose a forced evaluation on him and take his life.

***

Special User Management Team.

Team leader Kim Tae-seok called for Story Team leader Lee Min-gyu, who hurried over. 

Entering the Special User Management Team room, Lee Min-gyu saw the Blacksmith Examiner and Hyun-soo on the monitor and held his forehead. 

“Why did the Blacksmith Examiner have to meet user Hyun-soo?” 

Examiner Buks was intended for an important episode in the future, specifically for a blacksmith-focused episode. 

Buks’ growth mechanism was unique: his level increased with each successful evaluation. The plan was to eventually make him one of the eleven legends of the continent. Not all legends of the continent were virtuous; in fact, nearly half of the current ten legends had notorious reputations. 

Then Kim Tae-seok asked, “When Hyun-soo was teaching Per, a notification about him being a master appeared, right?” 

“Yes, that,” Tae-seok had noticed but seemed to ask for confirmation. 

Indeed, Hyun-soo’s level was 101, and he was only just reaching a mid-level grade as a blacksmith. 

“The God Blacksmith doesn’t have a grading system.” 

“That’s true.” 

“And the reason it showed him as a master is because the supercomputer Ares judged it so.” 

“Ares did?” 

“Yes, Ares determined that Hyun-soo’s blacksmith skills, among other things, far surpassed a master’s level, independent of his actual level.” 

“So, even though Hyun-soo’s numerical level is 101, what level is he as a blacksmith?” 

“At least 400 or so?” 

Tae-seok chuckled wryly. At least 400. He then checked Examiner Buks’ level on the monitor and remarked, “Who dares to evaluate whom, indeed.”

***

[Examiner Buks has failed Per’s evaluation.]

[The agreed terms with him will be executed.]

[Taxes imposed on all blacksmiths in the Ballas territory will be reverted to 70% of the original tax rate.]

[The agreement with the lord is nullified.]

[Development rate increases by 10%.]

Hyun-soo wore a puzzled expression.

‘Why did it only increase by this much after solving the biggest problem?’

He quickly understood the situation. 

‘This isn’t the only issue.’ 

If it was just about solving problems, there should have been an equivalent resolution. But since it was about development rate, it meant that the territory itself needed to progress. 

That’s when Hyun-soo saw Blacksmith Examiner Buks approaching him.

“I would like to conduct an evaluation on you.”

[The evaluation begins.]

Hyun-soo was momentarily dumbfounded due to the overly coercive notification of the evaluation. 

‘It’s forced.’

Buks then proposed a new form of evaluation. 

“I will test you using a method called ‘Rapid Crafting.’ As the name suggests, it’s about crafting at an ultra-fast speed.” 

This was also Buks’ area of expertise. 

“A blacksmith’s usual crafting speed, knowledge, experience, and skill enable what normally takes days to be done in mere seconds.” 

It was somewhat similar to emergency crafting. The difference was in not having to plan what to make in advance. It was all about crafting quickly. And Buks had average data on this. 

For beginner blacksmiths, it takes 30 seconds to make a sword. Intermediate blacksmiths take 24 seconds. Top-tier blacksmiths take 19 seconds. Masters take 14 seconds. Interestingly, Buks had repeatedly trained in this and, although he was a master blacksmith, he could complete it in 12 seconds. Additionally, Buks was cunning. ‘I won’t just kill him.’

“If you fail the evaluation, your arms will be cut off.”

[If you fail the evaluation, you must carry out the consequence.]

[State your condition.]

“I want your hammer,” said Hyun-soo. Buks thought the man before him was quite perceptive. 

This hammer was indeed a splendid one. But Buks’ folly was in this: ‘He should have gone for my neck, not the hammer.’ 

It was of no consequence to Buks anyway.

And the evaluation started. Like the emergency crafting Hyun-soo used, a hologram appeared.

[1 second.]

[2 seconds.]

In front of Buks, minerals melted according to his knowledge, experience, and usual crafting speed. 

‘I’m faster today.’ 

He was in good condition. Maybe today he could even break into the 11-second range…

[5 seconds.]

[Your opponent has finished the evaluation.]

[Completion time: 5 seconds.]

[He passes the evaluation.]

[You lose the Thunder-Calling Hammer.]

Buks wore a surprised expression as Hyun-soo pointed a sword at his neck, a sword that Hyun-soo had just completed crafting. Chills ran down Buks’ back as Hyun-soo spoke in a cold voice.

“The evaluation begins.”

The very evaluation Buks had imposed on others was now being turned against him by this man.

And then.

[The evaluation begins.]

The notification sounded.

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Act 26

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Kemmel Monastery.

Located on the outskirts of the Capital, this monastery belongs to the Solar Church, the religion with the largest following on the Rosenda continent.

As Imperial Executioner Julian steps into the monastery, the associates look towards him with great fear in their eyes.

And for good reason, as Julian does not believe in gods.

What reason would they think for such a person to appear in a monastery?

‘Most likely here to purge someone.’

That would be the thought of many.

“J-Julian, sir… What brings you here?”

While thinking this, a monk from the monastery approached me with a polite tone.

“I’ve come to see the Abbot. Is he inside?”

I asked with a smile, causing the color of fear to fiercely rise above the man’s head.

“H-How may I assist you with Abbot Heren…?”

I glanced at the monk’s face.

Even without looking through the ‘Color of Denial,’ the emotion of fear was unmistakably visible, along with his clueless attitude about my reason for being here.

This man likely has nothing to do with my visit.

“Abbot Heren is indeed inside. I will guide you.”

Then, a soft female voice came from within the monastery.

“Please, follow me.”

Leading the way was a nun. I silently followed behind her.

As we moved deeper into the monastery, the moans of people and the pungent smell of medicine became stronger.

Kemmel Monastery serves somewhat as a hospital, which explained the peculiar smell that didn’t feel too out of place.

“You’ve arrived sooner than expected.”

Admiring the marble columns and the harmonious design of the Solar Church symbols, the nun walking ahead spoke.

Turning my head quickly, the face of the nun, whom I had not known before, suddenly seemed familiar.

“I didn’t think it would take this long.”

“I’m not someone who hesitates. Elenoa.”

Bishop of the Dawn Society, Elenoa.

The identity of the nun guiding me was her.

Releasing her disguise through shadow magic, she smiled faintly, though the smile was not friendly.

Instead, she kept a certain distance, indicating some level of caution.

“Does your heart change in just one day? People call that fickleness, you know.”

She looked at me with suspicion, to which I only responded with a subtle smile.

Passing through the vast interior of Kemmel Monastery, a large wooden door appeared before us.

“Beyond this door, Arch Bishop awaits Sir Julian. Please, behave with courtesy.”

“I always show respect. To everyone.”

With those words, I pushed open the large door.

Beyond it was an interior decorated with white marble, not structurally different from Kemmel Monastery but with a distinct atmosphere.

‘Damp.’

Members of the order, wearing black robes, were present.

Their expressions were not welcoming. The color of ‘anger’ visible above their heads.

And the tense aura of hostility filling the room.

Such negative forces struck me like arrows.

I moved my steps without showing any reaction.

“It’s true, it’s Julian.”

“That Julian… in the Dawn Society?”

“Was the rumor of him entering true?”

Ignoring the murmurs, I moved forward slowly.

“So, you are Sir Julian.”

The murmuring gradually subsided at the sound of the voice.

The owner of the voice was a man wearing a mask, currently the head of the Dawn Society.

The masked man, seated on a jade throne, spoke with a noble’s tone, though lacking any sense of antiquity.

It was as if someone who was not nobility was imitating a noble’s way of speaking.

Of course, that masked man, Tenellon, was far from nobility, having lived as a farmer.

“Julian, you are before the Arch Bishop. Show some respect.”

Next to Tenellon, a middle-aged man with graying hair spoke.

I stopped walking and slowly opened my mouth.

“Why should I show respect?”

As soon as I spoke, the temperature around plummeted.

The air turned cold, pricking my skin like needles.

“According to Bishop Elenoa, you came here to join us. Therefore, kneel and prove your loyalty.”

“My message was different.”

The surroundings became as silent as death.

Even breathing felt oppressive.

“I’m not here to lean on some shallow faith. I’m looking for a business partner.”

In the jurisdiction of the Dawn Society, especially here, where those with exceptional martial skills gathered, my attitude might not seem wise.

But as I said before, my stance is not that of a follower of the Dawn Society but of a potential collaborator.

To do that, kneeling would not be favorable.

‘If I kneel now… the time it takes for me to dominate the Dawn Society will double.’

I sighed inwardly.

Though I felt a slight resentment for how things turned out, I ignored it and continued.

“My goal is purely power. Your goal is cooperation, and our interests align to some extent, which is why I am here.”

“Weren’t you here to be in the same boat?”

Elenoa’s voice came from beside me, slightly puzzled.

“Being in the same boat doesn’t mean we have to agree on everything.”

“That’s unwise.”

Unwise, indeed.

At a glance, it might seem so.

This act was a blend of playing the ‘unconventional Julian’ while seeking a safe position.

“If I fully assimilate into the Dawn Society, I’d be at odds with the Sword Saint, Hayden Reich. And if I step out, they won’t let me go.”

That’s why I’m taking this stance.

To be part of the Dawn Society, yet not fully integrate, maintaining the ability to step away at any time.

‘Besides, such an attitude should be welcome from Tenellon’s perspective.’

Julian, always with a half-closed eye, unreadable.

What would he be thinking by joining this Dawn Society?

Such questions arise, and if I were to swear unconditional loyalty to the Dawn Society, those suspicions would only deepen.

It’s clear.

In the worst case, they might think I’m acting as a double agent to betray them.

Even I would think so, given that characters with half-closed eyes are often deemed untrustworthy.

“Wouldn’t it be wiser to rely on certain military power than to entrust oneself to an ambiguous deity?”

Thus, my goal of seeking power is clearly stated, to prevent others from harboring unnecessary thoughts.

“Julian! To be so irreverent in front of the Arch Bishop!”

“That arrogant fool…! Trying to show off his useless pride here…!”

“Enough.”

When the irritated voices began to fill the room, Tenellon’s voice from the throne silenced them.

“If it’s not just about becoming a member of the order but about forming a cooperative relationship, then there’s no need to treat him this way.”

Gulp.

I swallowed my saliva internally.

Did I overdo it? Just as I thought that, Tenellon spoke again.

“Everyone except Julian and Elenoa, leave.”

***

After Tenellon’s order, and the other members of the order left, the room became somewhat quieter.

He stood up and slowly approached me, stepping on the carpet.

Elenoa, observing him, slowly knelt down.

“Ha ha ha! Indeed, as the rumors said, your spirit is remarkable. Julian, the scion of the prominent Crypart family.”

A flippant laugh.

The atmosphere created by the bishops present was completely different from the solemn aura they exuded.

He seemed to be enjoying himself.

The tone of his voice revealed his emotions so clearly that one could imagine his smiling face behind the mask.

Despite my open declaration of wanting to be a collaborator rather than a mere member, it would still be a beneficial arrangement for the Dawn Society.

After all, ‘Julian’ has declared he won’t be hostile but cooperative.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. I actually like how brazenly you present yourself.”

Saying so, he passed by me.

Afterward, as he began walking deeper into the ecclesiastical quarters, Elenoa also rose and started following him.

I, too, followed Tenellon.

Deeper into the ecclesiastical quarters, deeper inside, as doubt about our destination crept in, Tenellon spoke up.

“This area is strictly off-limits to anyone but bishops. It houses a relic.”

“Is that so?”

“Why do you think I’m showing you this place?”

“I guess I wouldn’t know. Due to my unwise nature.”

Elenoa briefly turned her head to look at me. After I smiled at her, she shifted her gaze forward again.

“While you say our relationship is merely cooperative, what I want is a faithful member of the order, not a cooperative relationship.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“But, sending you back now, after you’ve come this far, would only be making an enemy. That’s not good for us.”

Although the Dawn Society is the axis of evil in “Let’s Kill the Demon Lord,” they are, after all, a secret society.

No matter how exceptional the individual powers within the group, as a secretive organization, they’re inevitably short on manpower.

“The moment you join the Dawn Society, I’ll recognize you as a bishop.”

“W-Wait… Arch Bishop!? What do you mean…?”

“Quiet.”

After dismissing Elenoa’s attempt to express her discontent, Tenellon continued,

“Isn’t Julian a hero of the northern front? It would be only proper to treat such a hero with the respect he deserves, wouldn’t it?”

“But…”

“That’s what I believe.”

It was a clear abuse of authority, but no one in the Dawn Society dared to express their dissatisfaction with him.

And for good reason; the very existence of the current Dawn Society was due to the man before them, Tenellon. More precisely, because the relic had chosen him. With a satisfied smile, he went on,

“So, Julian. How about joining us? I guarantee you treatment unlike any before.”

“Even if it’s a cooperative relationship?”

“Isn’t it clear you’re a man with a distinct purpose?”

Hearing Tenellon’s words, it seemed the earlier confrontation had not been in vain.

I showed a faint smile.

“If you put it that way.”

“Good, then let the ‘Smiling Executioner’ be a part of our celebration. I’ll show you something nice.”

With those words, we arrived at a wide courtyard with a fountain in the middle.

But it was no ordinary fountain.

It was surrounded by bright red blood, and in the center lay a dazzling golden cup.

This was the divine relic, The Holy Grail, capable of materializing the residual death wishes of the demon Barbatos.

With a step into the blood-filled fountain, Tenellon walked straight toward The Holy Grail.

Then, inside the cup, his hand, submerged in the black liquid, began to shape something.

Soon after, he withdrew his hand, and a massive rod was formed.

“This is a demon’s horn. Through The Holy Grail, I can create the horns, the source of power for demons.”

The rod, dripping with dark liquid, gradually took on the form of a ‘horn,’ identical to those seen on demons before.

“Isn’t it impressive?”

Tenellon asked, trying to gauge my reaction.

It was indeed astonishing.

The mere fact that demon horns could be formed like this was remarkable.

But I already knew the nature of this relic and the power these horns could wield.

Still, feigning surprise seemed the best way to win Tenellon’s favor.

I deepened my act of astonishment.

“Incredible… Are you saying that by using that horn, one could obtain the power of a demon?”

“Exactly.”

“My goodness…”

That should be convincing enough.

Next, I needed to show eagerness to harness such power.

“Interested?”

Was I interested? I already knew the consequences of using that horn.

However, for a flawless performance, thoughts and words must diverge.

“Of course. That horn could be the key to achieving my dreams.”

“If you want it that much, I have no issue giving it to you right now.”

???

Caught in thought, Tenellon’s follow-up caught me off-guard, prompting me to look up at his face.

Was he offering it that easily?

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Act 25

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The characteristics of characters with slit eyes can largely be divided into three. 

The malevolence that shows even when they try to hide it. 

Speech and actions that seem to scheme behind the back. 

And, when they truly get angry, their normally half-closed eyes open wide, and their combat power increases. 

I thought these characteristics of slit-eyed characters were merely a part of their character. 

Honestly, what difference would it make if someone who usually squints suddenly opens their eyes wide?

“Save… me…”

However, I was mistaken. 

As soon as I opened my eyes, my body became as light as a feather, and my dynamic vision improved to the point where I could easily see the massive fists of Pelkor. 

The density and elasticity of my muscles seemed to have increased, making it easier to deflect his attacks. 

‘When slit-eyed characters open their eyes, they become stronger.’ 

A cliché shown in novels and games. 

In this game, it was implemented as a trait. 

But there was a penalty to this trait. 

‘Their original ferocity is revealed without filter.’

I looked down at Pelkor, who had kneeled. 

His body, mangled like a rag, was enough to make anyone frown. 

The numerous gashes and the bright red blood flowing from them were enough to make anyone grimace. 

Yet, when I opened my eyes, I found the situation somehow pleasant. 

‘Normally, I would never have thought that way.’ 

A significant improvement in physical abilities was clearly felt, along with a drastic change in emotions. 

This trait, <Opened Eyes>, seems to be the one that most significantly affects emotions among all the traits I’ve seen so far. 

Thinking this, I calmed myself down. 

It’s not about adhering to the social norms of the world I originally lived in. 

I just didn’t want to damage the humanity I had built up over the years I’ve lived. 

After all, I have lived as Lee Si-hoo longer than as Julian.

“Why don’t we stop here?” 

As I was about to sheathe my sword, Elenoa, who had been watching the events unfold, spoke up. 

She was holding a small wand in her hand, aiming at me, with mana characteristic of ‘shadow’ magic swirling at its tip. 

“It was you who started it, wasn’t it?” 

Though I said this, I was relieved inside that Elenoa tried to intervene. 

Even though I tried to calm down, a certain emotion kept boiling up, screaming incessantly to kill Pelkor in front of me. 

“I understand it was rude, but it was our people.” 

“So, you think it’s okay to just watch?” 

“He was rude, so he must be punished.” 

Elenoa smiled faintly. 

Then, she withdrew the mana she had gathered on her wand. 

With a fluttering step, she approached Pelkor and began to use a simple healing magic to heal his wounds. 

“Pelkor, you acted without my permission. I won’t overlook this incident.” 

Although there was no response, Elenoa seemed to take it as an affirmation and added, “Okay.” 

“Excuse the rudeness. Ah… if Lord Julian wishes, I can charge Pelkor with blasphemy. What do you think?” 

“That sounds good.” 

“Right?” 

She swiftly turned her head to meet my gaze. 

Her seductive smile and the beauty mark below her right eye made the smile stand out even more.

The reason Elenoa added such words was quite predictable. 

She wanted me to make a decision quickly. 

Whether to join the Dawn Society or to stand against them as an enemy. 

“We hold you in high esteem. Overwhelming force, corresponding decisiveness, and even the trust sent from the royal family. Let’s stop beating around the bush and join hands with us. As you may already know, there’s nothing to lose.” 

“You’re right.” 

“Then, right away…” 

I left her words hanging and quietly smiled. 

No matter how much she threatened or pressured me, I had no intention of deciding right then. 

I had fully assessed the situation. 

Despite efforts to hide it, it was clear who had the upper hand. 

Naturally, the person with the upper hand is the one answering. 

“Still, let’s think about it a bit more.” 

The smile on her face slightly contorted. 

*** 

After Julian left, Elenoa felt as if the chilly night air of the archipelago had become a bit more pleasant, though it was a mere illusion. 

Despite trying to act as if nothing was amiss in front of him, the chilling ‘smile of the executioner’ she encountered in the gloomy alley had sent shivers down her spine. 

‘It’s exactly the same as when I first encountered him at the royal palace.’ 

Muttering to herself inwardly, Elenoa brushed over her beauty mark. 

“So, how was it, Pelkor?” 

She had heard the widespread rumor that Julian had lost his memory. 

She thought it was just grasping at straws. 

For someone with so many enemies to still be alive after such rumors and considerable time had passed was to outright deny those rumors. 

But, what if? 

It was Julian who first showed interest in the power that the Dawn Society, or rather, we possessed. 

It was strange that there had been no contact from him since then. 

“Do you think anything has changed compared to when your eyes were left in such a state?” 

“He was still a formidable man, Bishop Elenoa.” 

“Is that so? Then, it’s certain that the rumors floating around the archipelago are false.” 

Elenoa replied with an indifferent voice, once again running her finger over her beauty mark. 

“Still, this was a personal verification, so I’d prefer if you didn’t mention it to the other bishops. Is that alright, Pelkor?” 

“Ah, understood, Bishop Elenoa.” 

“Good.” 

Hearing her soft voice, Pelkor, uncharacteristically for his size, blushed. 

The reason was her beauty mark. 

It was a unique trait passed down through the Demischel family. 

A blessing that allowed one to be easily loved by the opposite sex, but also a curse that could provoke indiscriminate jealousy. 

Normally, she would hide it with her adept ‘shadow’ magic, 

but using it against Julian proved ineffective just as before. 

Elenoa, having concealed her beauty mark again with illusion magic, turned her head in the direction Julian had disappeared. 

Only the sinister air flowed in that place, and after a while, no sign of life could be felt in the archipelago’s alleys.

*** 

Clang! 

As I placed the broken steel sword on the table, a rough sound quietly echoed.

The headache was due to a series of troublesome matters piling up. 

I opened the window, seeking fresh air, and then slumped into a chair.

“Sigh…”

The first thing to escape my lips was a sigh. 

And it was inevitable, realizing that ‘Julian’ was associated with the Dawn Society. 

Although I had a vague idea that Julian was part of the Dawn Society, facing the reality was overwhelmingly daunting.

‘Furthermore…’

I looked at my right hand, recalling the moment I had slashed through Pelkor. 

The pleasure still coursing through my skin like electricity was terrifyingly addictive.

It was an aftereffect of the trait <Opened Eyes>.

“Damn… Why does it feel like there are so many things to worry about?”

I murmured to myself in self-mockery, sinking deeper into the chair.

Fortunately, the trait <Opened Eyes> only activates when emotions reach their peak. 

Although risky like a double-edged sword, if controlled properly, it could lead to a significant boost in combat ability.

So, the biggest problem now is…

‘The Dawn Society.’

Even though I’m aware of the ambitions and objectives of those expanding their influence, moving rashly wasn’t an option. 

The martial force of the Dawn Society as a cult was too overwhelming for an individual, even for Julian, to confront.

‘If I try to expose them, it’s certain they’d attempt to eliminate me.’

The Dawn Society operates in the shadows, but its reach is almost limitless. 

This means there are spies within the Adratan Empire’s royal court as well.

Any attempt to report them secretly would inevitably leak to the Dawn Society.

‘Who would truly believe Julian’s words?’

I doubted anyone would fully trust the words of this ‘slit-eyed villain.’

Joining the Dawn Society wouldn’t solve everything.

‘If I were to side with the Dawn Society…

It would mean becoming a complete enemy of Sword Saint, Hayden Reich. 

Moreover, wouldn’t it be troublesome if their ultimate goal of reviving the Demon God was achieved? 

It would bring about the return of the one who devastated the continent.

“This is troublesome… truly troublesome.”

The headache was so severe that I didn’t even notice the involuntary formal speech slipping out.

“So, what should I do?”

Doing nothing would be as foolish as waiting for one’s downfall.

On a positive note, could I not say that I’ve grown closer to the character of Julian than when I first regained consciousness? 

Although not perfect, I’m closer to pursuing perfection in embodying Julian.

‘At least the completion of the Moonlight Sword and its ascent to its rightful place is good news.’

Looking at the beautifully completed sheath, I thought to myself.

When I overpowered Pelkor, it’s true that the “Opened Eyes” trait played a significant role, but the fundamental reason I could penetrate his tough aura and inflict wounds was thanks to this completed Moonblade.

“Although the power I currently possess is not on par with a perfect Julian, it is sufficient to mimic him.”

I started to re-evaluate my position and contemplate what stance I should maintain moving forward.

After a brief moment of thought, I reached this conclusion:

“I should indeed join the Dawn Society.”

The reasoning behind this decision was quite simple. 

I didn’t want to establish a direct confrontation with the Dawn Society.

Facing them alone, as even the Sword Saint Hayden Reich felt threatened by them, would be tantamount to suicide.

That’s why I made this decision.

“If I join, I won’t have to be hostile towards the Dawn Society right away.”

Of course, I have no intention of working for their cause.

I’ll thoroughly act as if I’m on their side, just as I’ve been pretending to be “Julian” so far.

Although it’s like escaping a tiger only to enter its den, it seems the best choice I can make right now.

“And then…?”

After organizing my thoughts, I glanced at the broken steel sword.

The steel sword, now a wreck, was damaged beyond repair.

“Should I… recycle this?”

The scrap metal, reflecting the moonlight coming through the window in all directions.

It would be better to handle it myself, as giving it to a servant might cause trouble.

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Strike 76

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Early in the morning, Hyun-soo got up and called the construction company.

[You can expect it to be about 400 million won.]

400 million won.

That was the cost to rebuild the blacksmith shop anew.

Hyun-soo wanted the blacksmith shop to be the same as before.

‘So dad won’t feel strange when he returns.’

Of course, it wouldn’t be an exact copy.

Thinking about it, the blacksmith shop had been in that place for nearly 30 years, so there was a need to rebuild it.

That is, while the exterior would look the same, the interior would be like new.

“I’ll see you later.”

Hyun-soo was scheduled to meet with a construction company employee in front of a cafe in two hours to sign the contract.

The reason he was signing despite not having the money yet was because he now had confidence in his own value.

Meanwhile, he thought,

‘The Ballas territory…’

Developing the Ballas territory was expected to be a very important task for Hyun-soo.

Just raising it by 10% would allow him to earn 20 million won, an incredible quest.

Of course, it didn’t seem easy for a single player to develop a territory.

[You have logged in.]

Upon logging in, he found himself in the blacksmith shop, which he had tidied up the previous evening.

Hyun-soo had briefly touched on the Ballas territory last night.

“It was called the blacksmith’s territory, but nearly half of the blacksmiths have already left.”

He was curious about the reason. Just then, an NPC named Per, from the neighboring blacksmith shop, visited.

“There’s no name on the sign.”

Blacksmith elder Per smiled. He looked at Hyun-soo with the eyes of someone looking at a cute grandson.

“Where are the other members?”

“It’s the first day the blacksmith shop is open, so they came to visit.”

In fact, aside from Nel, Miner Banya and Bark had visited yesterday and then left.

“It seems you are a foreigner who just arrived in this territory. You might have chosen the wrong place.”

Per showed a bittersweet smile. Hyun-soo’s eyes sparkled.

Elder Per was presumed to have been a blacksmith in this area for a long time.

That made Hyun-soo think he might be able to get some information from him.

“What happened?”

“Ah, a big incident, indeed.”

Hyun-soo looked puzzled.

Per, with a serious expression, stroked his long beard and spoke in a sighing voice.

“About a year ago, the Edrol trading group came in and everything changed.”

“The Edrol trading group?”

“Yes, the Edrol trading group is quite large in this area.”

Hyun-soo realized,

‘Did that group take over the territory?’

“As soon as the head of the group arrived, he made a bet with the lord. I don’t know why, but the lord accepted the bet and lost, so the Edrol group took over managing the blacksmiths. After taking over, they raised the blacksmiths’ taxes to 70% and doubled the working hours. That’s the reason.”

Per looked around at the remaining blacksmith shops.

The empty blacksmith shops.

“The blacksmiths started running away or hiding, and the few that remained were basically forced into labor. Those who couldn’t escape in time, if they lost another bet, became complete slaves.”

Hyun-soo looked puzzled. Per kept talking about the bet.

‘A bet…’

There was something strange.

The story of a lord betting with the blacksmiths of his territory seemed unbelievable.

“That’s why I say you’ve chosen the wrong place. Fortunately, you look like a beginner to intermediate blacksmith, so the group might not pay much attention to you.”

It was a bitter story for Hyun-soo.

“Is it because I’m not valuable enough?”

“Exactly, haha!”

The blacksmith elder Per laughed heartily, as if to mock Hyun-soo.

Of course, Hyun-soo didn’t actually feel mocked.

Per put his hand on Hyun-soo’s shoulder.

“But you are young, a blacksmith with much room to grow. Fortunately, this is a rented blacksmith shop, right? So leave when you can. If you become a higher-level blacksmith, they won’t leave you alone.”

“Thank you for the advice.”

Despite the bitter words, Hyun-soo learned an important fact.

Elder Per sincerely worried about Hyun-soo and the blacksmith shop, which is why he offered such advice.

Then, Hyun-soo asked a question that had been on his mind.

“So, are you also forced into labor, elder?”

“No, not me.”

Elder Per shook his head.

“I was originally a blacksmith here, but I served closely with the lord. And on the day the lord lost the bet, he sent me out of the castle and told me to someday win back the bet and save all the blacksmiths. I am actually quite a skilled blacksmith, you know?”

He was an interesting old man.

In other words, Elder Per could be considered as the last bastion left by the lord.

“I’ve returned after a brief seclusion to further hone my skills. I think I might make a bet before long.”

Hyun-soo nodded.

“I’ll be rooting for you.”

For now, Hyun-soo had to keep observing the situation.

“Oh, and if you want to learn some blacksmith skills, feel free to visit, heh!”

Hyun-soo smiled faintly at Per’s words.

Then he went outside again to look around the blacksmith shops.

‘Indeed.’

The remaining blacksmiths looked miserable.

The workload had been doubled, and the blacksmiths seemed almost on the verge of death.

‘With nearly 70% of taxes going to the trading group, it’s no wonder the territory is failing.’

Hyun-soo thought that resolving this issue alone could improve the level of development.

He also saw symbols drawn around the place, presumably belonging to the Edrol trading group.

‘I need to find out more about the Edrol group.’

Then, Hyun-soo logged out. It was almost time to meet with the construction company employee.

***

Late at night.

Per was diligently working at his forge.

Despite being a top-tier blacksmith, Per felt pressured to become a master craftsman.

Not knowing exactly what powers the Edrol group’s blacksmith had, he was honing his strength.

‘I will definitely reclaim this territory.’

Per recalled a time when the place was filled with the laughter of blacksmiths.

There were rumors that this now nearly deserted territory might soon vanish.

‘This is the old man’s last regret.’

To restore the laughter to this place.

While he was training hard as a blacksmith,

Per heard footsteps coming inside.

Turning his head, he looked puzzled.

The person who had bet with the lord, leading the knights of the trading group, had come.

“Is Per, the blacksmith who recently arrived here, correct?”

“Yes, but what brings you here…?”

“I am Buks, the blacksmith examiner of the Edrol trading group. I’ve heard of a skilled blacksmith here and thought to make a bet.”

Per shook his head at these words.

‘It’s not yet time.’

Per was not sure if he could defeat this so-called blacksmith examiner.

And he looked puzzled.

‘An examiner?’

Are they examining blacksmiths?

Unbeknownst to Per, Buks had a unique power.

Buks, one of the special NPCs, literally had the power of an examiner.

Under the guise of examination, he could make bets and force those who lost to fulfill his demands.

If they did not comply, they would face divine punishment.

“I’m sorry, but I do not wish to bet at this time, please come back another time.”

Elder Per was not foolish.

He wanted to further sharpen his skills.

But then,

“No, the examination cannot be delayed. I will conduct it now.”

[The examination has begun.]

“…?”

Per was bewildered.

Despite his refusal, the voice announced the start of the examination, forcibly involving him.

‘Is this why the lord…?’

He understood why the lord had accepted such an absurd bet.

The lord had only told Per to flee quickly.

[If you fail the examination, you must comply with his demands.]

[You can also state your demands.]

“If I fail the examination, I’ll take your head, blacksmith Per of the lord.”

Per’s world spun.

This examiner Buks knew everything about him from the start.

“Those who fail the examination cannot speak of my special power. Oh, but does it matter? You’ll be dead anyway.”

[If you fail the examination, you must comply.]

Per’s eyes fluttered.

This is how he had silenced the lord and other blacksmiths.

[State your condition.]

Per soon calmed down.

“If I win, nullify all bets made with the lord and all blacksmiths.”

[Your life is at stake.]

[The condition is acceptable.]

“So be it.”

Soon, the blacksmith examiner began moving his arms, and two giant forges made of holograms appeared.

“This is known as the Dream Forge. It utilizes knowledge, judgment, experience, and thoughts in your mind to quickly craft weapons and armor. Normally, blacksmith work that takes five days can be completed in one day with this mystical power.”

Hearing this, Per nodded his head.

“The examination begins now.”

Following the examiner’s words, Per used his mental knowledge to operate the holographic forge.

The refining and purification process started according to his expertise.

“The one who makes a higher-grade sword wins.”

Per quickly crafted, applying all the skills he had honed over the years.

He gave it his all.

Sweat poured down from his entire body.

Then he realized,

‘A fine sword will be produced.’

He was an exceptional blacksmith, once renowned as the best in the territory.

However, Per soon stopped as he glanced at the examiner’s work.

Alarmingly, the artifact being created by Buks was surpassing his own.

Blacksmiths have an intuition.

Mine is epic.

His is unique.

Per knew it.

He was going to die today.

And he thought,

There were still several processes left, like forging and tempering.

Was it meaningful to continue this competition in such a situation?

Wouldn’t it be better not to engage in such a duel at all?

Then,

“Pay more attention to refining the tip of the sword.”

“…?”

A strange voice was heard.

Turning his head, he saw a young man standing there.

It was Hyun-soo, a novice-to-intermediate blacksmith, who had just rented a forge yesterday.

With a straw-clutching mindset, Per paid more attention to refining the sword’s tip, as suggested by Hyun-soo.

Ting, ting, ting-!

He thought he had nothing to lose.

But then, an unusual notification came.

[Your understanding of the sword is greatly surpassing your usual skills.]

[You are receiving guidance from a master blacksmith.]

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“Sigh.”

Luciana’s sigh sank deeply to the floor. 

I whispered to her quietly, “Are you nervous?”

“…Nervous? What’s there to be nervous about? Attending the vassal meeting is a duty I must bear as a member of the family.”

Indeed. 

Today was the day of the regular quarterly vassal meeting. 

It was a day to deal with important family affairs. 

From the head of the family and his administrators to the servants, everyone who played a significant role in the family had to attend this meeting.

And with Luciana’s recent birthday, she too had gained the right and duty to attend this meeting. 

And as her personal servant, I was to accompany her.

“Miss Luciana, you will do well without making any mistakes.”

Despite my customary encouragement, her expression did not brighten. 

Observing the master’s mood is a servant’s duty.

“Is there something in particular you’re worried about?”

“Well, if I had to point something out, it would be that not everyone in the family is on my side. There’s always some tension over the succession, isn’t there?”

At my question, she gave a bitter smile. But succession strife? 

That was an unexpected topic.

“Isn’t Lord Darius Speda already designated as the next Duke?”

Moreover, Luciana was already engaged to the crown prince. 

She wouldn’t pose a threat to the succession scheme. 

I had never encountered such an episode or hint in games.

‘Could there really be conflict?’

As I looked at her questioningly, Luciana slightly relaxed her distorted face and smiled gently.

“Even someone with your political acumen seems quite perplexed by the current situation.”

“Um. What can I say? It’s really a worry about everything,” I remarked sharply.

She nodded at my harsh assessment. 

“My brother also does not believe I pose a threat to the succession. Rather, it’s the lower vassals who are causing a stir.”

Luciana’s gaze then moved to the ancestral sword prominently displayed in the room.

“Aha.”

The symbol of the family that Luciana had rightfully obtained. 

The signs of the once-sturdy succession structure shaking were all because of that.

“Looking back, Hans, you always had a keen eye for political currents.”

“What are you talking about…”

“Let’s skip the modesty. So, if you were me, how would you handle it?”

How, indeed. 

The concerns of the vassals were not entirely without merit. In the north, power is influence. 

Luciana had already made a name for herself among her peers and the lord’s subjects with her exceptional swordsmanship. 

And she had even drawn the ancestral sword, the symbol of the family.

‘If she really wanted to, securing the position of successor would be possible.’

Luciana Speda as the future Duchess. 

Just the sound of it was pleasing to the ear. 

And if she ascended to the duchy, the engagement that had pushed her into the abyss of downfall with the crown prince would be nullified.

However, I knew well.

“What would you like to do, Lady Luciana?”

“Honestly, it’s burdensome.” 

I knew Luciana would not choose that path. 

A faint sadness lay beneath her cool voice.

“My brother is a good sparring partner, and along with my father, he’s one of the only two blood relatives I have. I don’t particularly want to compete.”

She must have known too. 

That if they fought over the dukedom, one of them could not avoid death. 

And her affectionate nature couldn’t make that choice.

“It won’t be easy. As long as that sword exists, the power-hungry will continue to swarm.”

“That’s why I’m asking for your advice. And just so you know, don’t ever suggest I give up the sword. It’s already mine.”

Even amidst this, she was determined to secure the sword. 

It was typical of the warrior-like Luciana.

“Hmm. How about this approach?”

When I offered my suggestion that came to mind on the spot, she showed a fierce smile. 

The darkness that had filled her face was swept away in an instant.

“That’s a good strategy. Let’s see, I’ll try your advice.”

***

A grand tapestry adorned with ice-covered mountains, dignified though not flamboyant. 

Chairs around a table marked with the passage of time, in the middle of a majestic meeting room.

“We’re short on military supplies! Recruitment of soldiers is slow, and at least the supplies should be adequate!”

“But where will the money to acquire those supplies come from? You have to consider the finances too. Tsk, this is why field positions are…”

“At least those guarding our borders shouldn’t starve..!”

“How much has already been drained by relief policies after the last blizzard…!”

The room was filled with noisy disputes. 

It reminded me of the markets I read about in books, filled with common folk. 

Luciana, experiencing her first vassal meeting, was momentarily overwhelmed by the scene before her.

The knight commander, who had silently honed his sword in the training ground and occasionally offered teachings, and the steward, known for his meticulous work, though personally unacquainted, according to the chatter of the maids. 

Seeing them drop all pretense of dignity to snarl at each other was a sight to behold.

But,

“Let’s end this discussion here.”

The confrontation between two representatives of the family ended unexpectedly blandly. 

As soon as the voice of the father, seated at the head of the table, filled the meeting room, silence fell.

“I’ve heard reports that demon incursions have become more frequent lately. Military replenishment is unavoidable.”

“Then we’ll find a way to allocate the budget from other areas.”

The steward conceded defeat. 

Though he shot a disdainful glance at the knight commander, he verbally acknowledged the decision.

Luciana was inwardly impressed. 

This is the head of the family. 

The father’s opinion immediately shifted the mood of the meeting towards realizing his suggestions.

However,

“But even so, it’s not easy to find where to cut the budget from.”

“Taking from the public welfare budget is one way.”

“What are you talking about! Why not touch the food research and development sector? Since it’s a long-term goal anyway, cutting a little budget from there won’t make much difference.”

The problem, if it was a problem, was the lengthy and inconclusive discussions among the vassals about specific solutions. 

The father, the head of the family, seemed reluctant to add his own comments.

This reminded her of something from a political class. 

Was it called ‘the monarch who reigns but does not govern’?

“Watch the flow of the meeting closely. It’s best to agree with the lord or the young duke’s opinions.”

Luciana recalled Hans’s advice and glanced at her brother. 

He remained expressionless, silently observing the meeting.

It seemed he had no intention of speaking until a conclusion was reached.

But,

Whether it’s public welfare or food research, both are directly related to the livelihood of the people in the North. 

Delaying any one of them would be like pulling out the lower stone to place it on top; although it might secure the immediate budget, it would destabilize the foundation. 

After pondering, she quietly raised her hand.

“Luciana?”

The steward’s eyes sharpened as they met hers. 

The eyes that had been diligently searching for a budget solution now bore into her with the sharpness of a blade.

“I know of a most suitable place where the budget could come from.”

“Oh? Is that so? A suitable place.”

A flicker of interest crossed the steward, Dobriev’s eyes, as Luciana felt a slight hostility emanating from him. 

It was a look ready to pounce at any sign of vulnerability.

“I am curious about your wisdom, my lady. We’ve been discussing without finding a solution, and your stepping forward seems like it could provide a breakthrough.”

Not used to social rhetoric, but the steward’s words were blatantly obvious to her.

-Intervening in the meeting. You must have something valuable to say, right?

“Steward! Please watch your words!”

“That’s right! Isn’t this Lady Luciana’s first meeting?”

She understood. 

To him, who takes the principle of primogeniture for granted, She, who recently destabilized the succession structure, must seem unreliable.

Of course, there were those who stood up for Luciana.

However, she looked at them with a cold gaze. 

Their sweet words had a clear intent. 

Those who disturb the order of the family, merely wanting to use a lady as a puppet to grasp for power.

‘Here and now, they are my true enemies.’

Luciana once again recalled Hans’s strategy. 

To completely defeat. 

From those openly revealing themselves now to potential supporters.

Everyone who wished to support her cause had to be cut off.

“Let’s hear it.”

Then, the steward received appropriate support from the head of the family.

“Thank you, my lord. Then let me ask again. Lady, where do you propose we find the budget?”

Indeed. Those eyes were menacing. 

The family’s old fox wouldn’t miss this perfect opportunity to turn the opinion of the vassals against her.

In reality, siding with either would not solve the problem. 

If it’s public welfare, it would bring the wrath of the northern people; if it’s diplomacy or cultivation, it would incur the resentment of those departments’ managers.

However,

“Isn’t it simple? Just cut from my ceremonial expenses.”

The unexpected response from Luciana left not only steward Dobriev but most of those who understood her words momentarily unable to hide their surprise.

“What? What did you just say?”

“My dresses, my jewelry, even these shoes. In the face of war against the demons, it feels not just luxurious but wasteful.”

She had not made enemies with anyone. 

At the same time, it was a masterstroke to expand her standing through self-sacrifice.

Luciana quietly observed everyone’s faces after speaking.

-Those who were hesitant will take the bait and leap at it. You must keep a close eye on them.

It was as if Hans, quietly observing from a distance, was whispering in her ear.

“Indeed, Lady Luciana! To sacrifice even your own ceremonial needs!”

“Truly an action befitting a noble of the North!”

One by one, those flattering her began to raise their voices.

Then,

“Quiet.”

The room fell silent at the lord’s command, his hand raised to halt the conversation. 

In the deep silence that felt almost heavy, the lord looked at Luciana with a contemplative gaze.

“Lucy, you must take responsibility for your words. Giving up your ceremonial rights isn’t just about a few pieces of clothing.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Her attitude remained unchanged, even in front of the lord.

Luciana, with her head held high, confidently expressed her opinion. 

“Clothing, food, environment. Everything I enjoy is made possible by the blood and sweat of the people of the North. It pricks my conscience to continue enjoying these luxuries in such a critical situation as war.”

“To think you have such thoughts. I’m proud of you.” 

While saying this, Duke Speda glanced at Hans behind her. 

It seemed that shallow tricks were insufficient to deceive a ruler.

“However, as your father and as a duke, I’m a bit worried since I don’t know what intentions you harbor.”

This was added dryly. 

Though it might seem like an interrogation at first glance, what father would want to see his children tearing each other apart for power? 

In his steely, profound gaze was a concern only a family could detect.

“What intentions could there be? I simply wish to contribute to the security of the North with my abilities before I leave to become the wife of the most noble person.”

Thus, Luciana gladly met his expectations. 

The atmosphere instantly froze. 

The nobles, who had been maintaining their dignity, turned their heads sharply. 

Silent debates exchanged between every pair of eyes filled the air.

The father blinked at her declaration of having no interest in the succession. 

“…Noble words should be taken seriously. There’s no falsehood in what you just said, right?”

“Of course.”

“Wait a moment! Lady Luciana, now is not the time…!” 

Luciana glanced indifferently to the side. 

An official who had been on her side against the steward was trying to interrupt urgently. 

To the official, her existence was a lifeline of power. 

Now that it was being severed, he had no choice but to try to stop it desperately. 

Even just now, hadn’t he explicitly opposed the steward?

‘How amusing.’ 

Their professed loyalty was only that much.

At that moment, when disdain was about to frost over her serene blue eyes, “What are you doing?” 

The official attempting to intervene was blocked by someone who rebuked him. 

“How dare you interrupt Lady Luciana’s statement. Can you even call yourself a vassal of the Speda ducal family?”

Yes. This was a stark contrast to those who truly served her loyally, like that servant. 

Luciana’s eyes softened slightly. 

“How dare a mere servant! Watch your mouth!”

“Who are you to speak? It seems the name of Speda means very little to you. Lady Luciana is not your tool.”

The servant, dressed in servant’s attire, did not back down an inch against a noble wrapped in silks from the east. 

‘Only for me.’ 

Again. A tickling sensation in her heart. 

To suppress it. And lest others see. Luciana bowed her head deeply, hiding her face.

‘…Huh. Did he calculate all this as well?’ 

Luciana’s subtle yet clear stance. Followed by the servant’s rebuke. 

Surely a bold attitude for a servant. But at this moment, when his master was being disregarded, Hans’s actions appeared as a brave defense of his master’s authority, also posing a threat to the opponent. Luciana, naturally, had moved out of the line of fire.

Luciana surely had been given the best education with great care, but such tact wasn’t just the result of education alone. 

Unless someone had advised her. 

‘I thought I was just filling my daughter with foolish dreams.’ 

Even his daughter, who seemed to have poured all her talent into martial prowess, was somewhat… awkward in politics.

Duke Speda looked again at Hans Byron, who had just engaged in a dispute with the official. 

Not with the same lethal gaze as before, but with a look that saw something reliable in him. 

“Stop this quarrel.”

The Duke’s gaze swept over a few desperate faces. 

Likely, this official and a few other fools would weed themselves out now that Luciana had stepped back from the succession fight. 

For him, who did not wish for familial bloodshed, it was a more than satisfactory outcome. 

Yet, among those involved in the fight, Hans was different. 

He would continue to protect Luciana by her side, even if it meant going to battle.

However, “Hans Byron.” 

“Yes, Your Grace.” 

“Since Luciana has given up her ceremonial rights, she no longer needs an attendant. From this moment, you are no longer Luciana’s personal servant.” 

“…What?”

In the North, words spoken are as precious as gold. The Duke decided to teach his growing daughter about their weight. 

Moreover, ‘Remember this moment, Luciana.’ 

No strategy is perfect without flaws. Just as history is written by the victors, the moment you lose momentum, you have no chance to recover.

It was time to teach her, more akin to a knight than a young noble lady, about the filthy social circles of the capital and the life of the nobility.

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“Let’s discuss the details when we go west.”

“Ha-ha, I’m glad the story ended well. Very well, I will visit you soon.”

Bathory was experiencing this scene for the second time, and now it was not just surprising but also awe-inspiring.

‘The cooperation between demons and humans, who face each other as enemies across the border.’

Whether it was based on her own long life experience or the history of the demon world passed down through records.

Such an existence, she was sure, was unprecedented in the past and would be in the future.

“Always felt, if you had led the war, the situation might have been turned upside down much earlier.”

Wars are frequent, not only among humans but also within the empire.

However, doppelgangers have not been tactically utilized until now.

The reason being, although their ability to disguise is excellent, there was a critical flaw.

The point being, most of them lack what one would call intelligence, driven only by a hunger that devours emotions.

Nobility-level ones possess some intelligence, but if they do not consume a new ‘existence’ periodically, they rampage.

Using them as spies was literally a waste of resources and manpower. 

No one took it seriously.

‘But, that was a mistake.’

Lately, the aura of the shadows that make him up, the Frost Mane, has grown even stronger.

Seeing him, one realizes anew how terrifying a doppelganger with intelligence could be.

Even his three-inch tongue is almost a disaster.

Not satisfied with perfectly blending in with humans by disguising, he doesn’t stop there but sometimes reveals his demon form to stimulate and manipulate the inner desires of humans.

Had such a being stirred up trouble among humans or sided with a faction in the demon world during the height of the war, ‘Perhaps it wouldn’t have been difficult to win.’

But it seemed hard to expect such from him.

His droopy eyes seemed to have lost interest already.

“What? Why would I ruin this world overflowing with delicacies with such nonsensical talk?”

“…Right. That’s the kind of being you were.”

Despite his brilliant intelligence, his nature was the same as that of doppelgangers.

Bathory managed to suppress her regret.

“I wonder if it will be okay. It’s manageable with Eli being in this area, but not with that woman.”

“Don’t worry. She’s already in my grasp.”

However, with what confidence, Frost Mane was utterly complacent.

Having already had a confrontation with that green-haired woman, isn’t he being too careless?

‘…No, maybe I’m worrying over nothing.’

After all, what meaning is there in her giving advice when she doesn’t properly understand humans?

He’ll handle it himself, surely.

“By the way, how is it going on your end?”

“Eh? What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. I’m talking about the recovery of your power.”

To vampires, blood is essentially mana.

Thanks to him and Eli continuously supplying the blood of monsters and beasts, they were successful in somewhat filling the blood pouch.

What happens after regaining strength?

It goes without saying. 

Naturally, she would return to the Evildon Empire for revenge.

“Tyrone…”

She bit her lower lip.

Thinking of her domain being devastated and her power completely usurped filled her with rising anger.

“Don’t worry. The recovery is going smoothly.”

Although she is still far from her heyday in the Evildon Empire, the speed of recovery was much faster than when she was collecting only as much blood or nails from wild animals in a secluded cave.

‘But still, to recover properly…’

Frost Mane, making eye contact, tilted his head in curiosity.

His slender eyes curved into an arc.

“Speaking of which, didn’t you say you wanted to drink human blood?”

“…You’re terrifying.”

Provoking her desire for revenge and then directly hitting that point.

“Of course. From mana conversion rate to satisfaction, it’s superior in every way.”

“I’ve prepared some again. Though difficult to obtain, the quantity is small.”

In an instant, Bathory’s eyes were fixed on one spot.

The swaying red blood inside a small glass bottle.

Something that used to be so common to the point of overflow in the past, now seemed so temptingly attractive, as if its demonic charm was seeping through the bottle.

“Quickly, bring that here…!”

“You’re quite impatient. It’s not like the bottle has legs and can run away.”

-Whoosh.

The glass bottle arcing through the air.

Thrown carelessly, it was almost about to hit the ground when she barely managed to catch it.

“Are you mad?! What if this precious thing had broken!”

Forgetting her usual nobility, she screamed, and that reaction seemed to please him as he chuckled.

“Calm down. It was just a joke.”

“A joke?!”

“Of course. There’s no way Lady Bathory couldn’t catch it.”

There was a faint trust in him, so Bathory couldn’t argue further.

Utterly disrespectful, yet.

“Tsk, can’t you show a bit more respect?”

Right.

Arguing further with essentially the only ally here would only be self-destructive.

With a light rebuke, Bathory turned her attention to this occasion’s reward.

‘How long has it been since I tasted the blood of an intelligent being?’

A delicacy and a tonic.

Upon opening the lid, a fragrance rivalling that of flowers stimulated her nose.

“Is this, by any chance, a mage’s blood?”

“Oh, you recognized it. The person thinks they donated blood, unaware it was drawn to feed a demon’s belly.”

Typical of him, deceiving someone was his forte.

“Think of it as a service fee and drink up.”

“Then, there’s merit in using magic after all. I gladly accept your offering.”

Bathory looked anew at the demon in servant’s attire.

Last time it was the blood of a spirit, and this time, human blood.

Still, it seemed there was a sense of camaraderie among demons, as Frost Mane made sure to properly reward her.

-Gulp.

‘Ah…’

This was it.

The rich sweetness enveloping her tongue.

The refreshing sensation as it went down her throat.

The feeling of fullness as it filled her blood pouch.

The inherent mana also reacted, surging explosively.

The parched hunger was satisfied for a moment, a feeling of fullness she hadn’t experienced in decades.

“With this speed, I’ll be able to go for my revenge soon.”

“That’s a bit of a shame. There wasn’t a better blade than you.”

A clear treatment as a tool.

She frowned and glared fiercely at the crossing of the line, but he hastily waved his hands.

“Just a joke, a joke! How could I harbor such disrespectful thoughts towards a noble vampire?”

“It seems you’ve committed disrespectful acts several times already.”

Looking back, it was all about being played by Frost Mane’s intentions.

Passing down vampire secrets, and even making her an agent for threats and kidnappings.

‘A vile thing. A mere mutant of a lowly doppelganger.’

Still, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Even if it often dented her pride, he was undeniably a helpful ally.

“Enough. Let’s overlook the trivialities. But I have a question.”

“Oh? This sounds like an exchange of information after a long time.”

The question and answer session that had continued since their first meeting.

Looking back, it was Frost Mane who suggested it, but it was always she who started with the questions.

Bathory became newly aware of this aspect.

“I’ve always been curious. What exactly are you?”

“Eh? I’ve told you from the start. A doppelganger.”

“That’s not what I’m asking. I mean more in the essential realm.”

Even just considering his differentiated intelligence from other doppelgangers, it was clear he was a special entity.

Even occasionally exuding the scent of humans, a ‘being’ meticulously stolen.

His perfection in the craft was admirable.

But what she wanted to ask was, ‘Every demon race has its ruler.’

Although currently vacant, vampires are known for their ruler in magic, Blood.

The race that reached the pinnacle of physical form, the Levains, now have Tyrone declaring himself the new Demon King.

Gargoyles, overseeing all underground wealth, have Diamond.

Even the succubi, a minority race, have their queen.

And perhaps, Hans Byron…

“A king has duties and responsibilities. Is it right to just roam freely in the human world like this?”

If her speculation is correct, all the questions are answered.

His actions, generously bestowing upon her, and his probing for information about Tyrone’s attempt to unite all demons during their first meeting.

Bathory’s eyes deepened.

The uncharacteristic silence was almost an affirmation.

***

‘What is she saying?’

The one who had savored the blood I provided suddenly came up with a strange question. 

Normally, I could easily answer her usual questions. 

Even if it was somewhat unexpected, I could improvise using my knowledge of the original work. 

But that question, completely outside my frame of understanding, left me momentarily speechless.

‘A king? Me?’

It took a moment to accept that word. 

It seems to refer to a position like Vlad’s. 

How should I respond, wondering how she interpreted the silence while I organized my thoughts. 

Without waiting for an answer, Bathory continued her question.

“If you recover your strength, come back with me.”

“…Where do you mean?”

“Where else? To the Evildon Empire.”

She reached out to me with her long, straight fingers.

“How can you call yourself a king if you don’t look after your people? Even now, your race suffers from civil war in the Evildon Empire.”

“Ah, I see.”

“With your abilities, you could easily help them. Stop deviating and follow me. Once my revenge is successful, and I reclaim my territory, I will implement policies for the doppelgangers.”

“Hmm…”

I couldn’t properly respond to her proposal. 

Neither affirmatively.

Nor negatively.

I couldn’t.

[Quest Generated!]

[In the Evildon Empire, various demon races have ‘kings’.]

[Rise to the position of the Doppelganger King, ‘Shadoweer’.]

[Condition 1. Secure a noble to succeed the race.]

[Condition 2. Secure a certain level of goodwill with the race.]

[Condition 3. Secure the goodwill of at least 3 nobles from other demon races.]

Was it thanks to the information Bathory had let slip? 

A hidden quest appeared, seemingly challenging just by the conditions.

But at a glance, the quest seemed so unrealistic that it was almost non-viable.

‘Let’s focus on Bathory for now.’

I’m not sure what misunderstanding led her to that conclusion.

But…

“I refuse.”

Watching Bathory’s eyes, which had been softly curving, freeze over, I stepped back.

Accepting it wasn’t without its benefits.

It would be an opportunity to expand my activities to the Evildon Empire, inaccessible under the identity of Hans Byron, with hidden pieces in the game like the first magic sword, the Heart of Diamond, easily within reach.

Yet, there was absolutely no reason to straightforwardly accept it.

First, the risk.

The Evildon Empire, the land of demons, is almost endgame content in the game. 

With my current abilities, I’d likely die screaming without even grazing the mobs there.

In fact, that accounts for about 70-80% of the reason. 

Even a noble like Bathory had fallen and had to flee; why should I?

“Why should I follow you?”

“Because you are a leader of a race…!” 

Bathory glared at me. 

Instead of a faint goodwill, what deepened was contempt. 

Or was it disappointment?

But secondly, the premise itself was wrong from the start. 

The claim that I’m a doppelganger is false, so why should I feel any responsibility? 

I’m already busy enough trying to plan for Luciana’s and my future, getting involved in troublesome matters was the last thing I wanted. 

I shrugged and shook my head.

“As you know, our doppelgangers are weaker compared to other demon races. My clumsy involvement would not change the situation.”

“How could…!”

However, there was value in exploiting her misunderstanding. 

It would serve as a perfect pretext for activities in the Evildon Empire after I had grown stronger. 

I murmured quietly, keeping a smooth smile and responded softly.

“Moreover, the situation could worsen. I’d rather not stir up a hornet’s nest and cause my kind to suffer at the hands of other demon races.”

Let Bathory keep her misconceptions.

A king of doppelgangers? 

It didn’t even appear in the original work, and its existence was questionable, but what does the truth matter?

This was a good opportunity to use the power I obtained from solving an urgent mission.

[Skill]

[S rank: Grandiose Deception]

[The more audacious a lie, the easier it is to be caught.]

[The larger the scale of the lie, the more people may doubt it but also be swayed by it.]

[Use slight exaggeration and skilled rhetoric to overpower your opponent.]

[Increase persuasiveness in speech, additional correction for lies]

[Grant a strong presence to the skill holder]

Might as well play the king, right?

[Skill ‘Grandiose Deception’ activated.]

[Additional correction applied for persuasiveness in lies.]

I felt momentarily dizzy as a large amount of mana drained away.

‘I almost passed out from anemia. But the effect was certain.

The look of deep contempt on Bathory’s face faded.

But,

“Alright. You’re leading your race in your way; you must have your thoughts.”

“In truth, I’m merely indulging in the delicacies of the human world.”

It wasn’t just my imagination that the temperature in Bathory’s gaze seemed to drop.

“It seems you’re not in the mood to answer questions, so I’ll postpone mine. It’s about time I returned to the lady.”

Given the recent suspicions, it’s better to minimize activities outside the territory. 

Including the Camilla matter, my business here was finished.

“Reconsider my offer. You’re always welcome.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Leaving a non-committal response equivalent to ‘Let’s meet up for a meal sometime,’ I hurriedly left the place.

The second human alliance, Camilla Loberk of the West. Secured!

***

“Lord Tyrone, we have located Bathory.”

Tyrone responded in a listless voice to his subordinate’s report.

“Do I need to concern myself with losers?”

Such was the indifference befitting an absolute ruler.

Yet, within it was also the coldness of an outlaw.

The body of the subordinate who had spoken trembled.

He remembered his predecessors who had been purged for daring to upset their lord with unnecessary words.

“Ha, but she is indeed a thorn in our side. She even rose to be a candidate for Vlad.”

“Even so, she’s just a mosquito. Not so strong once you’ve stepped on her.”

“Does that mean…”

“Pick someone suitable and send them. You know I’m busy.”

The mention of a vampire leader made the tyrant pause and stroke his chin as if pondering, but it wasn’t enough to truly capture his interest.

The subordinate nodded in agreement to Tyrone’s remark about being busy.

Soon, a warrior furiously swinging an ax was struck down by a spear thrown carelessly into the void.

“Aaaagh!”

“O great Diamond, please protect us… Aaaagh!”

As soon as a somewhat decent defender fell, the rest were swept away like bugs.

The sight of royal gargoyle knights and priests being impaled and dropping lifelessly from the sky filled the subordinate with a renewed deep respect.

Soon, this underground fortress would fall. 

Despite being an indomitable fortress that has never been breached in the history of the demon world.

His lord was the being who could make that happen.

The king of demons.

The noble ruler to be, Tyrone Disaster.

“Understood.”

The subordinate, bowing, backed away and pondered for a moment, tapping his mouth.

The location revealed by the tracking magic placed on the annoying mosquito was outside the border.

‘A place fraught with formidable other races… Sending an assassin specialized in disguise would be best.’

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Act 24

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Dawn Society (黎明會).

If you’ve played “Let’s Kill the Demon Lord” even once, it’s a name you can’t be unaware of. 

At the same time, it’s a term that provokes the anger of players. 

It’s the organization plotting the resurrection of Barbatos, the demon god that has plagued the continent for the past 100 years. 

Indeed, it can be called humanity’s archenemy.

“Yes, that’s right. It’s not a difficult task, is it? At most, it’s just delaying the entrance.”

The fact that Julian was planning to join humanity’s archenemy was surprising at first, but it soon seemed reasonable. 

In various routes of “Let’s Kill the Demon Lord,” Julian was consistently associated with the Dawn Society. 

It’s certainly closely related to the death of Hayden Reich seen in the DLC trailer.

But… to think that the time to join the ‘Dawn Society’ was now?

“You’re right, it’s not a difficult task. But… you should understand that we might see it differently on our side.”

With a smile, Elenoa responded to my words. 

A member of the Dawn Society, a Rank 5 “Water” element mage, and of Bargus class. 

Elenoa Demischel. 

Julian, reflected in her purple eyes, was wearing his usual half-closed eye smile.

“The reason I came unannounced, without making an appointment, is because of the misunderstanding you mentioned earlier. You might try to capture us using the initiation as bait.”

“After all, you are a part of the royal exclusive agency, ‘Closed Eyes’.” 

Elenoa added.

“In other words, my delayed response might make the Dawn Society suspect that there’s another scheme at play. That’s what you want to say.”

“It’s good that you understand quickly.”

Elenoa smiled seductively, a smile that could captivate a man’s heart, yet it was as dangerous as a poisoned chalice.

“Now that you know our secret, if you refuse… You know what happens, right? Well, it won’t come to that since you approached us first.”

“That’s right.”

Julian, who is unparalleled and considers no one beneath his notice, believes “strength is everything in this world.” 

After losing to Hayden, Julian became interested in the power of ‘Demons’ as well. 

His reason for joining the Dawn Society was to surpass his master, the ‘Sword Saint’ Hayden Reich.

“Then, there’s no need to worry. What you’re looking for is with us.”

“Exactly. That’s why I’m being cautious.”

Elenoa’s eyes narrowed, and a question mark seemed to hover above her head.

“…Why?”

Because, you guys are the axis of evil! Joining the ‘Dawn Society’ means turning your back on the empire. 

Of course, if not discovered, it might not be a problem, but this much was clear.

‘You will definitely become enemies with Hayden Reich.’

The protagonist of “Let’s Kill the Demon Lord,” Hayden Reich’s goal is the peace of the empire and revenge. 

Hayden, who harbored a deep hatred for the ‘Dawn Society,’ the object of his revenge, would undoubtedly draw his sword without hesitation if he knew the fact of affiliation with the Dawn Society.

I wanted to avoid that at all costs.

Even if I haven’t fully acquired Julian’s powers, I don’t want to choose a path that opposes the protagonist of this game.

“It’s ridiculous from our point of view. And I told you, didn’t I? You know too much. If you back out now, you’ll be making an enemy of us.”

But there’s another problem here. 

If I don’t join the ‘Dawn Society’ to avoid a confrontation with ‘Hayden Reich,’ it means the Dawn Society will take action to prevent the leakage of information. 

They are a dangerous organization that even ‘Sword Saint’ Hayden Reich would not take lightly. 

Among them, the Dawn Society’s combat group ‘Monsignor’ consists of individuals with combat abilities far surpassing that of knights.

“Being smart doesn’t mean we can communicate,” was implied.

The large figure that came with Elenoa Demischel was the aforementioned ‘Monsignor.’ 

The man who clicked his tongue took a step forward. 

His imposing size, which was intimidating just by looking at it, revealed his face as he lifted the robe from his face. 

The first things noticeable were his dark skin and the densely packed tattoos covering one eye. 

Pelkor of strength. 

He’s a named character of the Dawn Society well-known enough for me to recognize.

“Do you remember this scar?” 

He pointed at his left eye, heavily tattooed. 

It was a scar, then. 

I had thought it was just a tattoo until now. 

“This scar you engraved aches terribly every night!” 

Today is a day of many realizations. 

I’ve learned that it was not a tattoo but a scar, and that I was the one who caused it. 

‘…I’ve never done that.’ 

Of course, it’s unfair. 

Naturally, it’s impossible for me to explain that I’m not Julian right now. 

Damn it.

“I’m sorry. I tend not to remember every little detail,” I’d probably say something like this.

“Ha, hahahaha!” Pelkor, having tasted Julian’s spice, began to laugh loudly. 

His booming laughter filled the alley, reminiscent of thunder. 

Soon, the laughter faded, and suddenly, he lunged at me with a forceful leap.

<Amazing Intuition> For someone of his heavy build, his speed was incredible. 

Pelkor’s agility was enough to cover one side of my vision in an instant, but Julian’s body did not panic. 

‘Uh…?’ 

However, there was one problem: it was Julian’s ingrained habits.

<Born Swordsman> The way to respond to a surprise attack is to quickly draw the sword for defense or counterattack. 

Since Julian was accustomed to this series of actions, seeing Pelkor charging from the left, my body reflexively reached for the sword on my right hip. 

It was an ordinary steel sword, not the carefully crafted ‘Moonblade.’

‘Swish…!’ 

In the critical moment of a second, Julian’s habit of reaching for the ‘familiar sword’ he usually used, rather than the ‘Moonblade,’ for dealing with danger, led me to draw the steel sword. 

Sighing at the drawn steel sword, I swung it towards Pelkor’s fist, which was imbued with aura.

At the intersection where sword and fist met, bright red sparks flew around, briefly illuminating the alleyway. 

Crack—! 

My sword, filled with aura, developed a significant crack. 

If the standoff continued like this, it was inevitable that the sword would break. 

This was dangerous. 

As I attempted to step back to readjust my stance, I caught Pelkor’s sneering laugh. 

He had noticed—that my sword was breaking. 

“Haaaah!” 

As if to prove my thoughts, he let out a wild scream and put all his strength into his fist. 

Crash——! 

The sword broke instantly. 

His thick fist landed squarely on my solar plexus. 

In an instant, my body was thrown against a secluded wall in the alley, and a dizzying pain coursed through my entire body, making it hard to breathe. 

Yet, as if it were only natural, my body attempted to break the fall. 

“Cough, cough….” 

A dry cough continuously burst from my lips. 

Each time, it felt as though my ribs, which had taken Pelkor’s punches, were creaking. 

“You’re in a sorry state from a mere punch, Julian! Finally, I can avenge this eye!” 

Pelkor’s voice was mocking. 

His eyes were scornful. 

Despite everything, I looked back at my broken sword. 

What I felt was not fear of the overwhelming force in Pelkor’s fist. 

It was irritation. 

Having become a character in this harsh world, Julian Crypart Frason, whom I detested immensely. 

Not only facing the threat of demons but also having to pursue ‘perfection’ to prevent direct complaints from nobles who wished for Julian’s downfall. 

A life far from ordinary. 

A life completely different from what I had led so far. 

‘Why do I have to go through this?’ 

I threw the broken sword on the ground. 

“Huh? What’s the matter, Julian. Giving up?” 

Ignoring Pelkor’s words, I drew another sword. 

The Moon Slaying Sword. 

Grasping the handle, I sent ‘aura’ through it. 

The emotional climax has reached its peak. 

The dark alleyway began to be infiltrated by moonlight. 

[A unique trait, 「Opened Eyes」, has been activated.]

I glanced at the UI that I had seen often in <Let’s Kill the Demon King>, then, holding the Moon Slaying Sword high, I moved forward. 

“What’s with that sword?” 

Pelkor questioned the shape of the Moon Slaying Sword. 

Normally, I would have responded with a mocking tone, playing ‘Julian.’ 

But now, I had no such thoughts. 

I just wanted to unleash the accumulated irritation. 

“That sword will be shattered—!” 

Along with the mockery, a strong hostility was felt in his voice. 

But feeling no need to listen to the end, I kicked off the ground and closed the distance between us.

Despite the distance closing in an instant, Pelkor did not panic and moved to respond. 

His honed skills were proof of his authenticity. 

“Ugh…!” 

However, as my Moon Slaying Sword sliced through his right arm, confusion spread across his face. 

“You, you cut through my aura…!?” 

Stepping back after seeing the wound on his right arm, Pelkor. 

Not ending there, I continued to move my arm. 

Pelkor attempted a counterattack to prevent further injuries, but “You… bastard…!” 

Due to my nearly precognitive anticipation, all his efforts were futile. 

Dodging the counterattacks, I relentlessly swung my sword. 

With each strike, bright red blood traces drew parabolas in the air. 

Seeing the blood stick thickly to the ground and walls, my body heated up. 

It felt as though I was painting. 

Each swing of my sword, my brush, filled the alley, my white canvas. 

“Stop… cough, stop…” 

The voice of Pelkor, groaning in pain, was like water on the flames of my escalating heart. 

Above him, his arm, kneeling in fear, was slashed to tatters, resembling a rag. 

Normally, such a sight would have terrified me, but now I was strangely calm. 

No, a smile formed on my lips. 

“Now you’re not a strong arm but a cripple, Pelkor.” 

I mocked the kneeling Pelkor with a smile full of ridicule. 

No compassion arose within me; the sight of the fallen giant was merely amusing. 

“Pl-please, spare me.” 

Pelkor begging for his life. 

I knew there was no need to kill an opponent already completely subdued. 

However, my desire for self-actualization overruled any rational decision. 

I raised my sword. 

Then, the bright light of the <Moonlight Sword> began to fill the alley. 

Pelkor’s eyes, kneeling, caught my attention. 

Not the slitted eyes of someone wearing a mask as usual, but the eyes of a madman, red as blood. 

‘He’ was reflected in Pelkor’s eyes. 

Trait:「Opened Eyes」 

Rank: Unique 

This ability manifests only in a state of heightened emotion. 

Only characters possessing the ‘Slitted Eye’ trait can use it.

 Exhibits very aggressive behavior. 

Physical abilities are enhanced, and the eyes can see more than usual. 

That figure wasn’t me, pretending to be Julian. 

It was merely the smiling executioner ‘Julian Crypart Frason.’ 

Realizing this fact, I lowered my sword. 

This trait…! It’s dangerous. 

My intuition is telling me so.

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Strike 75

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As he began repairing Fenrir’s damaged helmet and torn cloak, Hyun-soo felt a sense of regret.

‘It’s different from the time of Rama’s bell.’

The bell of Ramas was melted down and recreated to reuse its holy power.

That’s why it was possible to use the divine custom-made option.

But this helmet and cloak were different.

They were literally being repaired.

What Hyun-soo regretted were the effects.

‘If I had recreated them, I could have tailored their effects to suit me.’

There were too many useless effects.

First, the increase of Ax Mastery by 2 levels.

The ax is an unpopular artifact among combat job classes.

Also, Hyun-soo didn’t feel the need to use an ax in the future.

Then, the increase in magic defense and resistance to brain attributes.

‘Magic defense is still okay since it increases resistance to magic.’

But at Hyun-soo’s current level, it would be better to have higher general defense.

And especially, resistance to brain attributes was the least appealing.

Hyun-soo didn’t need to fight monsters with brain attributes for now.

But then he thought about the concept of effect application rate.

‘Depending on how I repair or recreate, the effects I want can be maximized.’

Although regretful, Hyun-soo still trusted his skills.

He thought of maximizing the defense while going through the process of repair and restoration.

Then…

[The title ‘God Blacksmith’ shines brightly.]

[You have acquired Divine Custom Repair.]

Hyun-soo’s heart raced.

It had been a while since he acquired Divine Emergency Creation.

Now, Hyun-soo had unlocked three skills of the God Blacksmith: Custom Creation, Emergency Creation, Custom Repair.

And Hyun-soo looked forward to these effects.

(Divine Custom Repair)

Active Skill

Grade: Divine

Level: 1

Effects:

·Repair, restore, or recreate an artifact, removing unnecessary features and adding new effects.

·However, outrageous effects cannot be added.

·You can add desired effects up to 100%.

·If the artifact is repaired more skillfully than before, the effects may improve, possibly up to an additional 20%.

“Ah…”

Hyun-soo exclaimed softly. A power triggered by his blacksmithing work.

And certain conditions must have been met.

Perhaps it was because he had already manually repaired it, or maybe because he reached level 100.

[Beginning Divine Custom Repair.]

Upon activation, the hologram displays information about the artifact.

Then a screen appears allowing modifications.

Remove what’s unnecessary and maximize what’s needed.

Thus, over two days, Hyun-soo perfectly repaired the two artifacts.

[You have repaired with greater skill than the original creator.]

[The effects of Fenrir’s broken helmet have improved by 4%, restoring its original form.]

[Grade: Unique.]

[You have repaired with greater skill than the original creator.]

[The effects of Fenrir’s torn cloak have improved by 8%, restoring its original form.]

[Grade: Unique.]

“Ah…”

Hyun-soo smiled with satisfaction.

Upgraded to Unique grade!

In fact, Hyun-soo had anticipated this.

Given the extent of the artifact’s damage.

Moreover, since it was originally an irreparable artifact, he expected a higher grade if repaired.

Hyun-soo examined the newly transformed artifacts.

(Fenrir’s Helmet)

Grade: Unique

Durability: 6,000/6,000

Defense: 249

Restriction: No restriction for the creator, Level 250 or above combat job

Special Abilities:

·Strength increases by 1%, Stamina by 1%.

·Active Skill: King’s Howling.

·Passive Skill: Ripping Apart.

·When wearing two out of three set artifacts, all effects increase by 7%.

·When wearing all three, all effects increase by 15%.

·Something special might happen.

Description: Fenrir’s helmet, which was greatly damaged and lost its original form. It has been restored by a more skilled blacksmith.

(Fenrir’s Cloak)

Grade: Unique

Durability: 1,000/8,000

Defense: 333

Restriction: No restriction for the creator, Level 250 or above combat job

Special Abilities:

·Sword Mastery Lv.2 increase.

·Bow Mastery Lv.1 increase.

·Attack and defense increase by 10% against wolf-related monsters.

·Active Skill: Wolf’s Step.

·Passive Skill: King of Wolves.

·When wearing two out of three set artifacts, all effects increase by 7%.

·When wearing all three, all effects increase by 15%.

·Something special might happen.

Description: Fenrir’s cloak, which was too torn to retain its original form. It has been restored by a more skilled blacksmith.

Hyun-soo immediately tried them on.

[You have equipped Fenrir’s Helmet and Fenrir’s Cloak.]

[Set effect is applied, increasing all effects by 7%.]

Hyun-soo felt proud. The set effect that used to increase by 3% when wearing two artifacts had now changed to 7%.

Even more, wearing three pieces would previously increase the effect by 10%, but now it had been enhanced to 15%.

Additionally, the defense of the helmet had risen from 148 to 249, and the cloak’s defense from 201 to 333.

‘With this much difference in defense, the amount of incoming damage will be greatly reduced.’

Even the newly changed effects were satisfying, and what pleased him the most was their appearance.

Then, Hyun-soo made a puzzled expression.

‘What’s this?’

The content written in the effects.

‘It might cause something special to happen.’

This was written in both artifacts.

“Is it because I repaired what was supposed to be irreparable?”

There are small hints in Ares.

“Maybe it’s because I did the repair that originally should have been done by the creator.”

Of course, Hyun-soo currently had no idea what that effect was.

He would find out in time.

Hyun-soo immediately set off to meet King Barad. Along the way, he realized that he was quite noticeable.

He bought a mask from a street vendor.

As he walked, users murmured among themselves.

“Is he an unofficial ranker?”

“Wow… those artifacts are really cool.”

“Doesn’t he look like a wolf?”

Hyun-soo arrived at the castle and was guided by Bella into the garden.

In the garden, coincidentally, there were wolves.

[King of Wolves]

[Emanates the majesty of a king to monsters identified as beasts.]

[If their level is higher than yours, they tremble in fear for 4 seconds.]

[If they are similar or up to 30 levels below, they experience the status ailment of fear.]

Creak, squeak…

Watching the wolves back away, Hyun-soo realized his mistake.

He quickly took off his mask and greeted King Barad, who introduced him.

“Let me introduce you, my friend. This is Hyun-soo.”

Hyun-soo felt a sense of pride.

[Your affinity with Balo increases.]

A high-ranking noble standing beside the King smiled enigmatically.

“So it is. Now I see His Majesty’s intention. If someone tries to bend His will, I will lend my strength. I am also looking forward to it.”

Indeed, Balo was excited to see how far this person would rise in the kingdom.

And he acknowledged the King’s wisdom.

‘How fortunate that he can be bound by mere territory.’

Soon after, Balo bowed and left.

Then for a while, friends shared stories of their recent experiences.

They soon got to the main topic.

“There is a small territory called Ballas in the west. It used to be prosperous decades ago but not anymore. The nobility are even suggesting abolishing it altogether. But I am the King.”

In Barad’s eyes, there was a mix of love and hate.

The people were sometimes annoying but also dear to him.

“They will lose their homeland and leave. I want you to go there, find out why it has become this way, and revive the territory.”

As Hyun-soo listened silently, Barad continued.

“Try to prevent it from collapsing. Even achieving a 20% development, I will grant you a great reward. For 10% improvement, I’ll give you 20,000 gold.”

A sparkle appeared in Hyun-soo’s eyes.

‘That’s like giving 20 million won for a 10% improvement?’

But Hyun-soo realized one thing.

It was a territory, after all.

Improving a small territory by 10% is not an easy task.

‘A level 101 user is being asked to develop a territory?’

Then Hyun-soo had a realization.

‘Maybe there’s something there that only I can do.’

Barad then said,

“There’s an old forge there that I’ve set aside for you. You can start there.”

Hyun-soo needed a temporary base, and this was timely.

The ‘Quest: Develop Ballas Territory’ notification appeared, and Hyun-soo accepted.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

After greeting Barad, Hyun-soo immediately set off for Ballas Territory.

Upon arriving in Ballas, Hyun-soo understood why Barad had sent him there.

He saw rows of forges lined up on both sides.

‘A blacksmith’s territory…?’

Yes, Ballas Territory was a blacksmith’s land. Hyun-soo arrived at the temporary forge Barad had mentioned.

“Ha, haha…”

Upon reaching the place mentioned by Barad, Hyun-soo couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.

Creak

Thump-

As if greeting Hyun-soo, the sign of the old forge fell in front of him.

The forge was the smallest among those nearby, and it seemed to need a complete overhaul.

Rolling up his sleeves, Hyun-soo entered the forge.

***

Old man Per, who ran a small forge, noticed the new owner of the forge.

He had heard a story when entering the forge: that the new owner’s level was 101.

Just a step up from a novice to an intermediate blacksmith.

In that sense, the forge seemed just right for him.

Moreover, it wasn’t even a purchase but a lease, indicating his financial situation.

But soon, others arrived.

A very beautiful woman dressed in beginner’s clothes said,

“Ho ho ho, a perfect disguise, right?”

“Yes, perfect.”

Shortly after, a middle-aged man dressed in worn-out armor, looking like a tank, also entered.

“It reminds me of my beginner days.”

Per laughed heartily at the sight of him.

‘They don’t seem like bad people, but they are certainly peculiar.’

Listening to them talk, they sounded like great reclusive experts.

But in reality, Per knew their master was a novice blacksmith of level 101.

And then, what about this one?

“Master Hyun-soo!”

A boy with his face covered in black soot, carrying a pickaxe on his back, ran towards them.

“This young man is the miner, Banya.”

The young boy, the woman, the middle-aged man, and the owner of the forge exchanged greetings.

Then, they stepped out of the now fully equipped forge, standing side by side, looking at it.

“It’s finally starting.”

“Yes, it is.”

The young miner Banya was more straightforward.

“This is a rental for now, but later we’ll buy our own forge and expand one by one.”

The middle-aged man laughed heartily.

“That’s certainly possible!”

The woman also laughed.

“I’ll support you all from behind, ho ho!”

And the young blacksmith at the center smiled brightly.

“Let’s aim high!”

Per watched them and chuckled.

It wasn’t that he saw them negatively.

He was just reminded of his youth.

Even if they lacked skill, were weak, or insignificant, they had the spirit to shout about reaching greater heights.

But he didn’t know yet.

He didn’t know that the level 101 blacksmith would be the one to save his life.

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