Strike 61

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Bark counts not selling the blacksmith shop and waiting as one of the best decisions he’s ever made in his life.

When Hyun-soo came with the money to buy the blacksmith shop, he was overjoyed.

It was kind of like seeing the real side of a son.

Just a hope that the guy would live well.

Hyun-soo whispering to him was proof that he had been living well recently.

[Bark: I’m doing well. The weather is getting hotter, so be careful of the heat.]

Bark looked around and chuckled wryly.

‘It’s definitely getting hotter…’

This place was so hot it could melt everything.

[Hyun-soo: Do you remember the promise we made before? About crafting an artifact for you.]

“Hmm?”

Of course, Bark remembers. At that time, he was also doing his best, attacking the Salamander’s dungeon.

[Hyun-soo: Is there any change in the details of the artifact? I’m planning to craft and send it soon.]

[Bark: I’m fine…]

Bark started to whisper but then shook his head.

He had done a favor for Hyun-soo, and if Hyun-soo couldn’t repay it, it would become a lifelong regret.

‘Maybe…?’

He asked, a flicker of hope arising unexpectedly.

[Bark: No changes in the crafting details. You said you’re a blacksmith class, right? What level are you?]

[Hyun-soo: Still low, level 59^^;;]

Bark wasn’t too disappointed. It was only a tiny bit of hope.

‘I’ll have to keep it well in my inventory.’

A level 59 blacksmith, he roughly knew what kind of artifact Hyun-soo would send.

Usually, that level means a beginner blacksmith.

But Bark would cherish it because it was a token of Hyun-soo’s attempt to repay the favor.

[Hyun-soo: I’ll send it to you soon!]

[Bark: Alright, I’m looking forward to it.]

After ending the whisper conversation, Bark stood up with a small smile.

‘How many times left?’

The job quest to conquer the Salamander’s dungeon.

There weren’t many opportunities left, and failing would mean the quest would be deleted forever.

His chance to rise to the unofficial rank 1 tank would disappear.

“Should I put in a request to the Sword King’s swordmaker?”

Then he shook his head.

‘The other rankers keep putting in requests, but they’re not being accepted.’

An unknown like Bark wouldn’t likely have his request accepted.

Today, Bark was again looking for a good shield at the auction house.

***

After finishing his whisper conversation with Bark, Hyun-soo soon arrived at the portal leading to the Frost Mine.

[You have entered the Frost Mine.]

[You are the first entrant.]

[Experience and drop rates are doubled for one week.]

[You gain 30 fame.]

[The story will begin in a few days.]

“Wow…!”

Exciting. Double experience and drop rates for a week.

‘After all, they wouldn’t let players into the Frost Mine.’

The Frost Mine is considered a pride of the Goyard Kingdom.

On the other hand, he was curious.

‘A story starting in a few days? Does it start as soon as a player enters?’

Of course, this was something Hyun-soo would have to experience.

Then, a young miner passing by looked puzzled.

“You seem like a stranger, how did you get here?”

He appeared to be about nineteen years old.

“I got an entry ticket from the royal family.”

“I see, I’m Banya, a miner.”

“I’m Hyun-soo, a blacksmith.”

“A blacksmith? It’s unexpected to see one in the mines.”

Banya looked intrigued, and Hyun-soo asked curiously.

“Do you know a miner named Lek?”

“He’s my father, why are you looking for him?”

“There’s something I need to ask.”

Banya, the boy, was kind to Hyun-soo.

“I’ll take you to my father, and feel free to ask if you have any questions.”

Hyun-soo walked with Banya, continuously observing the mine. Then, he noticed something odd.

‘Huh…?’

There were many entrances to the mine, about eleven.

Among one of the entrances, there were monsters swarming around, all made entirely of stone.

These monsters were confined within a certain range by a blue barrier.

“It’s fascinating, isn’t it? This place is a kind of dungeon. Monsters emerge throughout the mine. Normally, they should appear everywhere, but a wizard who came here 100 years ago cast a spell.”

This was an intriguing story, and Hyun-soo realized something while looking at the mine.

“Are those minerals attached to the monster’s Century Cold Iron?”

Indeed, each of the stone monsters had Century Cold Iron attached to them.

“That’s right, it’s Century Cold Iron, but getting greedy can lead to big trouble.”

“…Why?”

“You know, what foreigners talk about, the… the…”

“Level? I’m level 59.”

“The ones there are all around level 110, tough to kill as their bodies are made of stone.”

Hyun-soo looked interested as Banya continued.

“It’s a pity; the dungeon has the most minerals left, but our miners aren’t up to the task.”

As time passes, the amount of minerals that can be mined decreases. Minerals aren’t infinite, after all.

Hyun-soo and Banya continued walking.

“By the way, not just anyone can enter this mine. It’s dangerous, you know. That man over there is my father.”

Soon, Banya stopped, pointing to a spot where a man controlling the miners stood.

[Miner Chief Lek Lv.231]

“I should get going now.”

“Thanks for the info.”

Hyun-soo thought the boy was very kind and approached Lek.

Lek, wearing a hard hat, looked like a middle-aged man in charge of the place.

“A blacksmith?”

“Yes.”

“I see, what brings you here?”

“I want to know if there’s a mineral here superior to Century Cold Iron.”

Hearing this, Lek frowned.

‘A mineral superior to Century Cold Iron, huh. Such a thing does exist.’

But Lek didn’t feel a need to tell him.

Lek believed this information should not be disclosed.

If word got out that such minerals existed in the Frost Mine, greedy foreigners might come searching.

Of course, Hyun-soo had a royal entry ticket.

If someone living in Ares had this ticket, Lek would have been more understanding.

‘But not to a foreigner.’

Therefore, Lek needed a polite way to turn him away.

“Are you learning the miner’s trade?”

“No.”

“Average miners mine three minerals a day, 90% iron ore and the rest Century Cold Iron. If you can mine 40 in a week, I’ll tell you if there’s a mineral better than Century Cold Iron.”

Other miners had gathered around.

“Did you hear that? Mine 40 minerals in a week. 40 in a week! I can barely mine 20.”

“Blacksmith sir, better turn back. The mine’s dangerous.”

Lek had set an impossible task for Hyun-soo.

Lek said, “Do you understand? The mine’s much more dangerous than you think. Better to leave.”

“Ha ha ha ha, go back to your forge and make artifacts!”

Hyun-soo understood their concerns.

He had heard countless times from his father about the dangers of mining. Miners used to risk their lives for minerals.

‘So they won’t easily reveal information about the minerals?’

The miners seemed to be acting tough, but they didn’t appear to be bad people.

It seemed like they were trying to turn him away. Then, an interesting idea struck Hyun-soo.

‘I know more about stones than anyone; maybe it’s possible if I actually do it.’

He asked, “If I bring more than 40, will you apologize for laughing at me?”

Regardless of their intentions, Hyun-soo was offended. Several miners had gathered around, mocking him.

Lek was certain.

‘It’s impossible.’

He himself could barely mine more than thirty a week.

“If you do it, I’ll give you my Decade Cold Iron.”

“And if I mine much more?”

Lek laughed at his unknown confidence.

“Then I’ll give you something even better.”

Ding!

[Linked Quest: Mine 40 minerals in a week]

Grade: A

Restriction: Accepted Lek’s challenge

Reward: Varies with the number of minerals mined.

Penalty for failure: No information on minerals surpassing Century Cold Iron.

Description: Prove your worth as a miner by mining more than 40 minerals.

“I’ll see you in a week.”

Lek smirked bitterly. He had hoped that by setting an impossible task, Hyun-soo would leave, yet Hyun-soo was filled with an inexplicable confidence.

Hyun-soo then walked away from the mine to a different location. While walking with Banya, he had discovered an old, abandoned forge.

Stepping into the forge, Hyun-soo smiled to himself.

“You’ve given me a task that’s too easy for me.”

Hyun-soo quickly decided to craft an artifact, a Damascus longsword.

‘It’s easy since I’ve made it before.’

He had crafted one in the Blacksmith Tower, and another while hunting Stone Golems.

Regrettably, despite making two, this was his first time crafting one for permanent use.

He felt confident that the task was not difficult.

Hyun-soo began the crafting process.

‘I already have two successful creations.’

And Hyun-soo had one more thing he was confident about.

When he made the Damascus dagger in the Blacksmith Tower, there was something different now.

‘Back then, I didn’t have the skill of Divine Customization, but now I do.’

This skill allowed him to eliminate unnecessary effects and maximize desired ones.

He also added a new feature to the longsword.

‘Transforming the longsword temporarily into a pickaxe. That way, it can be used as both a Damascus longsword and a pickaxe.’

Four days later, he completed it.

(Hyun’s Seventh Custom-made Sword.)

Grade: Unique

Durability: 12,000/12,000

Attack: 332

Restrictions: No restriction for the creator, Levels 50~200.

Special Abilities:

· Increased cutting power against stone by 170%.

· Reduced durability damage against stone by 70%.

· Active Skill: Damascus Pickaxe.

Description: Hyun’s seventh custom-crafted sword made solely for cutting stone, and can occasionally transform into a pickaxe.

He left the forge with a satisfied expression.

* * *

“Chief, that blacksmith entered the mine on the side?”

While mining, Chief Miner Lek stopped abruptly.

“He didn’t leave?”

He had assumed Hyun-soo had left since he hadn’t been seen for days.

“No, chief, he entered the mine 4 or 5 days after you challenged him to mine 40 minerals.”

Lek smirked again.

“So he’s been mining for three days?”

“Yes.”

“No need to see for myself.”

After finishing his work for the day, Lek stepped outside and spotted Hyun-soo emerging.

‘Foreigners have it easy.’

They use something called an inventory.

‘Or maybe he couldn’t mine even one?’

It’s possible for an inexperienced person to fail completely at mining.

After all his confidence, Lek asked, “How did it go? Did you mine a lot?”

“Yes.”

“…Really?”

Lek looked puzzled. How much could he have mined in just 2-3 days?

If he mined a lot, it would be about seven minerals.

“Show me.”

Hyun-soo reached into thin air. Minerals began to fall out.

Thud, thud-thud-thud, thud-

Soon, minerals poured out.

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-

Lek counted quickly.

‘Ten… twenty… thirty… forty… ninety!?’

Staring at the small mountain of minerals, Lek asked,

“Are you… hiding your true identity? Were you a legendary miner?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

Hyun-soo laughed.

“I’m a blacksmith.”

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Strike 60

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Hyun-soo had this thought when he heard about the three successful attacks.

‘Benson must know about my emergency crafting.’

And how to neutralize it.

Most skill casts disappear when attacked.

That’s why he came up with this idea.

‘Applying an effect that immediately detonates the sword in its red-bladed state.’

He added this to the emergency crafting effects of the God Blacksmith.

The sword shatters into hundreds of pieces.

This sword is literally a one-time use item.

However, it’s the best option to pass Benson’s qualification test.

‘There’s no need to inflict damage.’

When he successfully struck him 59 times, Hyun-soo felt exhilarated.

[Skill Quest: Swordsmanship of the Sword King Complete]

[You have completed it with extraordinary success.]

[You can now learn the Swordsmanship of the Sword King.]

Then, Benson, looking dazed, looking down at himself, asked,

“What kind of blacksmith are you, Hyun-soo?”

Hyun-soo immediately understood the intent of the question.

However, revealing this was extremely dangerous.

He surveyed the inside.

There were only Sword King Barad, Bella, Benson, and himself.

And he was confident that this fact would not be disclosed.

“I am God Blacksmith.”

“How about that, does this prove it?”

“No, Your Majesty. I am immensely grateful that the God Blacksmith will be learning Your Highness’s swordsmanship!”

[Your intimacy with Benson increases.]

Intimacy with the kingdom’s leader increases.

This will have very beneficial effects in the future.

Benson didn’t stop there. He bowed to Hyun-soo.

“Please, spread far and wide about His Majesty’s swordsmanship.”

Benson’s thoughts changed in an instant.

The God blacksmith.

He’s practically a God. Of course, he’s not a complete God yet.

Still, the name itself is too precious.

As time passes, his fame and swordsmanship will become more known.

All Benson’s concerns about qualifications stemmed from his concern for His Majesty.

Benson also felt an unknown warmth.

‘His Majesty Barad is a close friend of the God Blacksmith…!’

Initially, he wondered why His Majesty would befriend a mere blacksmith.

But now, he thinks it was a great decision.

“I will do my best.”

And Barad smiled contentedly.

‘I’m pleased.’

His friend is much more valuable than he thought.

“Everyone, leave.”

Barad sent Bella and Benson out.

“Take up the sword, Hyun-soo. For the next two weeks, you will receive my teachings.”

“Yes.”

Thus began the two-week teaching.

“This is how you thrust.”

“When you swing, put weight into it.”

“Use your toes and wrists appropriately.”

As time passed, Barad was a bit surprised.

‘Quite impressive.’

It’s hard to understand. The foreigners he met could barely hold a sword without looking like they’d never touched one in their life.

‘Do foreigners talk about control?’

Something like SynCon.

Hyun-soo didn’t have that.

But he had something else.

‘…The ability to understand and apply the weight and sharpness of the sword is remarkable.’

Is it because he’s a blacksmith?

Of course, that’s part of it. But he also freely uses unconventional swords.

‘Baron Vans laid a good foundation.’

But this was different.

Suddenly, in the first week, Barad asked,

“How old were you when you first held a sword?”

“Since I was ten.”

Barad smiled slightly.

‘A different kind of genius.’

Are there foreigners who have been wielding swords since the age of ten?

He doesn’t think so.

Their lands are too peaceful.

Only Hyun-soo could have touched a real sword at ten in such a world.

“Who bought the swords?”

“People who cherished swords.”

‘I see.’

It starts to make sense.

In a world where swords are unnecessary, those who wield them.

They must be highly skilled.

Of course, they can’t compare to those living here.

“Uncles used to teach me often with wooden swords.”

Dozens of them must have patted the head of the boy in the forge, proud of him.

‘Those dozens created a prodigy.’

Barad, about to take a break, heard Hyun-soo from behind.

“Aren’t we continuing?”

It gives him chills.

‘That created prodigy is also a stubborn one.’

As he taught, Barad laughed.

‘I don’t regret it.’

Not because he’s the God Blacksmith.

‘He’s worthy to carry on my swordsmanship.’

But also, a bit regretful.

‘If you weren’t a blacksmith, I would have wanted you as my successor.’

And on the last day.

“This power will now protect you, Hyun-soo.”

Barad smiled gently.

***

[Learning the Swordsmanship of the Sword King]

Hyun-soo immediately checked his new skill.

(Swordsmanship of the Sword King)

Active Skill

Grade: Legendary

Level: 1, Proficiency: 0%

Sword skill.

· Chapter 1: Beast’s Fury.

· Chapter 2: Whirlwind Sword.

· Chapter 3: Sword’s Cry.

(Chapter 1: Beast’s Fury)

Active Skill

Mana Cost: 300

Cooldown: 5 minutes.

Effects:

· For 1 minute, physical attack power increases by 22%, slashing power by 25%, and piercing power by 30%.

· Applies a status effect of intimidation to all enemies within a 10m radius.

(Chapter 2: Whirlwind Sword)

Active Skill

Mana Cost: 100

Cooldown: 2 minutes

Effects:

· Launches a whirling sword toward the enemy’s vital points, causing 100% additional damage on impact, 140% extra damage on successful vital strike.

· 3% chance for 200% damage.

(Chapter 3: Sword’s Cry)

Active Skill

Mana Cost: 400

Cooldown: 10 minutes.

Effects:

· Paralyzes all senses of enemies within a 20m radius for 3 seconds.

· Strikes all recognized enemies with 190% additional damage.

· Can strike within the radius without direct contact.

· Ignores all forms of armor.

‘Incredible…’

This framework was similar to the Prime Swordsmanship he already had.

But the effects themselves were overwhelmingly superior to Prime Swordsmanship.

‘Sword’s Cry is a wide-ranging attack that even ignores all armor?’

Just considering this, the damage has doubled. Sadly, he could only master three chapters for now.

“You’re not yet ready to learn the other chapters,” was the clear implication.

Obviously, there are levels for learning these skills.

“There are five more chapters remaining. When you master them all superbly, come to find me.”

Hyun-soo’s level was low and the effects were currently the weakest.

‘As time goes on and proficiency increases, the chapters will level up.’

Swinging the sword also increases the proficiency of related skills.

Then, Hyun-soo was amazed by a notification.

[You have been taught by the Sword King.]

[Beginner Sword Mastery evolves to Beginner Sword Mastery Lv.9.]

Each increase in Beginner Sword Mastery Level 1 boosts sword attack power, slashing, and piercing by 3%.

That’s more than a 15% increase at once.

And Hyun-soo had something to do.

“Do you remember the promise you made before?”

“A promise?”

“Yes, you promised to tell me where to find Century Iron.”

“Of course.”

Barad smiled slightly.

“White Iron can be obtained in the Frost Mines. Bella, come in.”

Bella entered promptly.

“Give Hyun-soo a ticket to enter there.”

Bella quickly disappeared and returned.

[You have obtained a ticket to enter the Frost Mines.]

As he received it, Barad said,

“Have you considered becoming the Royal Blacksmith of the Goyard Kingdom? I can give you the authority to lead them.”

Ding!

[Barad offers you the position of Royal Blacksmith.]

“We are friends, but I have duties to attend to.”

Barad heard about these duties.

‘A guild…’

Barad knew that foreigners could create a guild from level 100.

Barad had a good idea.

“Will you come to find me on the day you create your guild, Hyun-soo?”

“Of course. I’ll be staying in the Goyard Kingdom for a while, so I’ll visit often. And, is there a mineral in the Frost Mines better than White Iron?”

Barad shook his head.

“I only receive tributes, so I don’t know the details, but it’s possible. Look for Miner Lek there.”

[Quest: Meet Miner Lek]

Grade: B

Restriction: Offered by Barad

Reward: Mineral Information

Penalty for Failure: Loss of mineral information.

Description: Miner Lek might know if there’s a mineral superior to White Iron. Let’s meet him.

Hyun-soo greeted and then set off to find a mineral superior to White Iron.

‘I wonder if Millennium Iron really exists.’

Even if it were just White Iron, Hyun-soo would be satisfied.

‘I need to create another artifact related to ice properties.’

There’s someone who always brings a smile to Hyun-soo’s face when he thinks of them: Hyuk-su.

Hyun-soo never forgot his promise to him.

When Hyuk-su sold the forge back to him, Hyun-soo promised to make him an artifact.

Thinking about it, he had repaid Ji-hoon, his landlord, and hospital staff, but he hadn’t yet done anything for Hyuk-su.

‘Should I check again?’

He had received information about the artifact Hyuk-su needed in a small notebook.

Hyun-soo looked at the screenshot of that information.

[High fire resistance shield, preferably with attacking capabilities. Doesn’t melt in high heat. A power to freeze everything within a 2m radius would be great.]

“Ha.”

A small laugh escaped Hyun-soo.

At the time, Hyuk-su was puzzled when unexpectedly told about receiving an artifact as a gift.

Especially when asked to write down the desired effects of the artifact, he looked baffled.

But then, he had diligently noted down what he needed.

‘Uncle Hyuk-su is my benefactor.’

Shouldn’t one repay what one has received?

‘I wonder if Uncle Hyuk-su’s needs for the artifact remain the same?’

That’s also important.

Hyun-soo messaged using the unique code at the bottom of the note, but there was no reply for a while.

‘Is he busy?’

Hyun-soo continued toward the Frost Mines with a puzzled expression.

After some time, a message arrived.

***

The Dragon’s Nest consists of several hunting areas within a vast land.

One of them, the Salamander Dungeon, is the lowest difficulty hunting ground in the Dragon’s Nest.

However, this Salamander Dungeon has yet to be conquered.

Although Sword King Barad conquered the highest difficulty, the Tomb of Efreet, even the lowest difficulty was too hard for other users.

A middle-aged man, Tanker Bark, a non-official ranker, sat on a rock there.

Bark could be compared to the third-ranked official tanker.

He sighed, looking at his completely melted square shield.

[Durability below 30%.]

[All effects of the shield reduced by more than 60%.]

“Damn it.”

Bark, who was on a job quest, had attempted the Salamander Dungeon several times but failed.

‘With the artifact melting away, what can I do?’

What’s the use of being an excellent tanker if all the armor melts away?

Despite having high fire resistance, being a tanker didn’t help.

‘Rumor has it that Sword King Barad obtained an excellent sword from a craftsman and defeated Efreet.’

But that’s still an unconfirmed rumor.

“Is there no decent shield available?”

But such items are not easy to find. The grade of an artifact is usually determined by its effects.

The problem is with unique-grade items; they often have many effects but many are not necessary for the user.

Bark had such a shield. He had plenty of money. The problem was finding a craftsman to make the right shield.

‘Did I receive a message?’

Bark, who hadn’t checked messages during the hunt, now saw it and smiled.

There are people who bring a smile just by being contacted.

For Bark, the person who just messaged him was such a person.

[Hyun-soo: Hello, this is Hyun-soo. I was just wondering how you are doing.]

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Survival 29

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How much time had passed since then? Elizabeth was frustrated. It was all because of Hans Byron, that man. 

“Haven’t we spent enough time together by now? How about making a decision?” Her subtle persuasion. 

“Do you dislike me? Give me a clear answer! If it’s unrequited love, I’d rather give up quickly.” 

Her appeal mixed with anger. 

“Am I not good enough for you?” 

Her last weapon, tears. 

She tried every means of conversation to entice him, but he always just grinned and gave the same answer. 

“Haha. Of course not. Just wait a little longer. I’ll try to convince the Duke.” 

“How much longer do I have to wait!” 

Late at night. Elizabeth, left alone, had a hardened expression on her face. She had no weaknesses to exploit, and it seemed he had no intention of coming to her domain. It was a matter of time before her patience ran out. 

“…Alright. If there’s no flaw, I’ll just create one.” 

She had originally prioritized luring him into her own more easily manipulated territory. But now, she had no choice. The trickery was initiated by Hans Byron’s side. 

“I must become the only special person for Lucy. Not someone like you.” 

Was it divine intervention? A plausible situation unfolded before her eyes. 

“…Where are you going at this late hour?” In the early morning when everyone was asleep, Elizabeth, returning from a walk in the garden, saw Hans packing only light luggage and sneaking out of the corridor. 

A servant is supposed to be the closest to their master in the mansion. But to sneak out like this without telling anyone? 

“Suspicious.” 

However, despite her words, a thick smile formed on her lips. 

If she followed him, she might discover the weakness she so desired to find to drive him out of this domain. 

…Even if not, it didn’t matter. The fact that he was sneaking out, hiding from the guards, was already enough to manipulate. 

“To make a fabrication convincing, it must cleverly mix in some truth.” 

But that alone wouldn’t be enough to get rid of him, just lose some trust. She couldn’t be satisfied with just confirming his unauthorized outing. If she only knew what he was doing outside, it would greatly help to corner him by appropriately mixing that fact.

-Clop. Clop. 

It was for that reason she followed him. 

“…But where is he going to?” 

Hans kept moving north. 

Elizabeth, a noblewoman, and especially from a merchant family that monopolized the trade routes in the north, was well-versed in the geography here. 

If they went a little further, they would probably reach the border with the Evildon Empire. 

“Could it be…!” 

Suddenly, a plausible thought flashed through Elizabeth’s mind. 

Humans are often too easily swayed by temptation. 

As such, there were often cases of collusion with the enemy Evildon Empire in the north. 

Some were lured by the promise of enough money to live lavishly even in a foreign land, or enchanted by some demon’s mind-affecting magic. 

Such precedents were so numerous that it was hard to count them all. 

Of course, the number had decreased after the establishment of a penal system, with execution or even harsher punishments being implemented. 

But that didn’t mean such cases had completely disappeared. 

If Hans Byron, now endlessly moving northward, belonged to that category. 

“Caught in the act?” 

A bright light flickered across Elizabeth’s face. 

Really. 

An unexpected major gain. 

Rather than just expelling him and leaving future troubles, it would be better to subject him to extreme punishment, ensuring he could never meet Luciana again. 

“A crystal ball for recording… good, I was right to always carry it with me.” 

An artifact she had carried every time since targeting Hans. 

If she could just witness and record him conversing with a demon, she could fulfill her long-held desire. 

How much time had passed? 

After a long walk, he finally stopped. 

A hint of disappointment crossed her face. 

The plain, sprawling with snow, seemed empty at first glance. 

That was until he started to dig up something. 

-Boom. 

A sound loud enough to be mistaken for an earthquake resonated through the ground. 

It was so powerful that Elizabeth, who was nearby, almost lost her balance. 

She swallowed a moan that had inadvertently escaped. 

Had she been noticed? 

Barely regaining her composure and continuing to observe her target, an entrance just big enough for one person appeared before him. 

What might be lurking in that underground passage? 

Without hesitation, Hans stepped into it. 

“…It must be safe, right?” 

A slight fear crept up, but for Luciana, what couldn’t she do? 

Elizabeth also followed behind him. 

“…!”

Echoes of voices resounded off the narrow cave walls. 

One was Hans’s voice. 

The other was a woman’s voice, unfamiliar to Elizabeth. 

“Again?! Despite my diligent efforts in fortifying my abode with double-layered security spells! How do you always manage to enter so easily?!” 

“What can I do if I can’t see it with my own eyes? How am I supposed to find it?” 

Elizabeth, being a wizard herself, could somewhat follow the conversation. 

‘They hid this dwelling with a double spell?’ 

Knowing well how difficult that was, she naturally became curious about the identity of the other party. 

She peeked towards the source of the voices to get a better look. 

“Think about the mana I keep using up!” 

Red irises, a face so pale it seemed ghostly, fangs subtly showing even in anger. 

And, as inferred from the conversation, remarkable magical abilities. 

“Calm down. I’ve brought some precious blood with me this time.” 

And crucially, from Hans’s mention of blood, it was clear. 

The blonde woman was one of humanity’s enemies, a demon, and specifically, an infamous vampire. 

‘Good. Time to head back.’ 

Suppressing the joy in her heart lest her voice betray her, Elizabeth turned back towards the entrance. 

The fact that Hans was a demon’s lackey was not only seen with her own eyes but also precisely recorded by the crystal ball. 

Once she safely returned and exposed this, that thorn in her side would disappear from Luciana’s life. 

“Precious blood. Are you talking about the human behind you?” 

But before she could take many steps, 

Elizabeth felt her hair stand on end. 

An endlessly arrogant tone, addressing a mere mortal. 

In her focus on Luciana, she had forgotten the fear that now rapidly surged within her. 

“The blood of a wizard is uniquely flavorful. I will gladly accept your offering.” 

“What are you saying? There’s no way. The moment you lay a hand on a countess, we’ll all face a terrible end. Don’t you dare disturb my peace.” 

However, it was Hans who retorted with disbelief. 

‘Does he know… I followed him?’ 

Her heart seemed to beat in her ears. 

Fearful that its loud thumping might give her away, Elizabeth involuntarily clutched at her chest. 

For a moment, she froze, forgetting even the possibility of escape. 

“If it’s not an offering, then why did you bring this woman here? You couldn’t have failed to notice you were being followed.” 

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t know?” 

Giggles. 

Laughter echoed through the underground cavern, reaching where Elizabeth was hiding. 

It was eerily similar to the laughter of evil demons from fairy tales.

‘I must flee quickly.’

With legs stiffening in fear, Elizabeth hurried towards the stairs she had descended. 

“Welcome, Lady Frontal. You might have entered on your own terms, but leaving won’t be as easy.” 

However, her retreat was already blocked by Hans, who had caught up behind her. 

He made a large arc with his hand from top to bottom. 

It was a movement reminiscent of a nobleman bowing at a social gathering, exaggerated yet a perfect display of aristocratic etiquette, almost as if mocking her. 

Additionally, she could hear footsteps clicking behind her. 

Probably that vampire. 

“Hans Byron! I will condemn you for treason!” 

It was too late to escape. 

Elizabeth, realizing this, reached for her staff to prepare for a counterattack, but before she could cast a spell, her staff was sent flying away. 

“Damn!” 

“A novice who can only borrow the power of mana with a tool.” 

Elizabeth gritted her teeth and stepped back. 

The vampire, surrounded by flames, had a fist so ferocious and overwhelming. 

To have her last means of resistance snatched away by the enemy. 

“No, why do you say that? It’s all about pride, pride. Weapons are there to be used.” 

“Shut up! You rely too much on tools, change that habit first!” 

It was clear now, right in front of her eyes. 

The vampire, glaring at Hans with wide-open furious eyes, was shaking with anger, yet not actually striking, indicating a close relationship between them. 

“Colluding with demons. Aren’t you ashamed as Lucy’s servant?!” 

‘Damn, what do I do now?’ 

Elizabeth scolded the ruffian, forcing her eyes wide open. 

But despite her bold words, her fingertips started trembling with growing anxiety. 

‘There’s no way out.’ 

In front was Hans Byron, who even Lucy couldn’t handle. 

And behind her, the demon who made her unable to even think of resisting a moment ago. 

Hans slowly approached the helpless Elizabeth. 

“Colluding with demons? What are you talking about?” 

“…What?” 

“If I were a member of a duke’s family, it might be different. Demons taking care of other demons.” 

In his hand now was a golden mask. 

“People don’t usually call it collusion.” 

The familiar voice gradually became an irksome noise. 

Simultaneously, his body, covered in shadows, morphed into a figure that was neither clearly male nor female.

Elizabeth’s face turned deathly pale. 

“A demon?” 

“You might know of doppelgangers. Well, considering I still roam around the North freely, it seems unlikely that everyone is aware.” 

Giggle. 

An ominous laughter drilled into her ears. 

“What are you going to do with me?” 

Her voice trembled pitifully, and Elizabeth involuntarily closed her eyes tight. 

She had a feeling. 

A countess from a prominent Northern family? 

What use was that? Demons don’t care about human titles, and no one even knew she had followed Hans. 

She couldn’t see any reason they would spare her. 

“…No need to ask, then. Kill her.” 

She imagined Luciana would have said the same if she were in her shoes. 

“As a proud Northern noble, I won’t beg for my life from a demon.” 

She steeled herself and glared fiercely at the two demons surrounding her. 

Her only regret was that she would never see Luciana again. 

‘Lucy will remember me as a brave and proud friend. That’s enough.’ 

Then. 

“Why say such scary things? What’s more important to a person than their life?” 

“To a demon like you maybe. For a Northern noble, honor is above life.” 

Behind the mask, his eyes and mouth curved into a smile. 

The sharp aura began to dissipate, but Elizabeth didn’t notice. 

“Honor, right. But it seems an unnecessary topic if we are to join hands.” 

“Join hands? Hmph!” 

Elizabeth’s eyes sharpened. 

Nonsense. 

She wouldn’t stoop to betray her honor for her life, like those traitors. 

“Stop talking nonsense and leave. I have no intention of cooperating with demons.” 

“Come now, don’t be so harsh. At least hear my proposal.” 

The black eyes behind the mask gleamed cunningly. 

Feeling overwhelmed by his gaze, she involuntarily turned her head away. 

But, 

“What if I make you the most special person to Luciana?” 

At those words, Elizabeth couldn’t help but fix her gaze back on him. 

“Let’s be honest about our desires. You, a fervent follower of Lady Luciana.” 

“How do you know..!” 

“It’s hard to miss, especially after you jeopardized a political marriage out of jealousy over a mere servant.” 

They say one loses words when too shocked. 

Elizabeth, confronted with her deepest, darkest desires laid bare by the demon, found herself unable to retort.

Sweet honey-like words seeped into Elizabeth’s ears.

“Are you content with just being an ordinary childhood friend? How about becoming a close ally, someone to share your deepest thoughts with, beyond just noble relations? A bond so close, like sisters sharing secrets in pajamas and talking late into the night at social gatherings, exchanging coded conversations only the two of you understand?”

“……”

“Why bother with armor? What about a relationship so close, like sisters sharing their worries in matching nightgowns, falling asleep together? Isn’t that appealing?”

Tension evaporated from her tongue, leaving it dry. 

The first emotion she felt wasn’t caution or disgust towards the other party.

“Oh, what a sweet sentiment. Are you tempted?”

“Are you dining amidst all this?”

She barely registered the banter between the demons, her nerves wholly captured by anticipation.

-Liza, can you listen to my worries?

Luciana’s stern expression crumbling, her hesitant lips parting, a shy voice…

Such a simple yet impossible dream for a noble, reluctant to show weakness, played in her mind.

“…What am I thinking?!”

“It’s a natural reaction. Status? Honor? Money? They’re just means to satisfy one’s desires. But they seem inadequate for your current goal.”

A black, shadowy arm reached out towards her.

“Join me. I will fulfill your wishes.”

“I will not collaborate with demons who lead the North to ruin!”

He tilted his head in confusion.

“You have strong prejudices against demons. I swear, I have no interest in conquering the North. Perhaps Lady Bathory feels the same?”

Indeed.

The vampire, leaning against the wall, looked at her and then quickly turned away, showing only a slight annoyance.

To her, schemes or greed seemed futile.

And for Elizabeth, this was like the final blow to her remaining conscience.

Although it was just a word, unverifiable, if it were true, collaborating with them wouldn’t necessarily be treason.

Her mind repeated that it was wrong, but her hands and mouth were honest.

“You’re sure about this? Tell me your plan.”

Her trembling hand was already holding his. The demon’s hand, unlike the rumors of being pale and unclean, felt warm.

“You’ve made a wise choice.”

Their clasped hands slowly moved up and down.

It was the moment an alliance was formed between a human and a demon representative.

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Act 10

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“Thinking about it again, it was really a good decision.”

It seems like a good idea to me, too.

The escort of a wizard for the sake of resonance stone.

Deciding to undertake this was truly a brilliant decision.

It was the best mission possible under the current circumstances.

It’s a mission that takes place in a safe area.

Unless something unusual happens, there shouldn’t be any great danger.

‘Besides, there are troops prepared for any contingency.’

I glanced around at the people bustling about in preparation for departure.

Among them, two strong men stood out, clearly different from the regular soldiers.

The Imperial Regular Knights, the Azure Lion Knights.

Not only was I dispatched for this escort mission, but members of the knights as well.

Although officially it’s support, the real purpose might be different, but that doesn’t concern me.

As I made eye contact, the two knights talked to each other and slowly walked towards me.

“Sir Julian, you have worked hard. I am Fern Tellund, a member of the Azure Lion Knights.”

“Likewise, a knight member, Heinrich.”

The two knights greeted me politely.

However, despite their polite words and actions, their eyes revealed a wariness.

The emotion that seemed like <The Color of Malice> was purple, indicating they were feeling fear towards me.

Although it wasn’t as clear as with ordinary people, given that knights are physically and mentally trained.

What a vile character, truly vile.

Internally disgusted once more by Julian’s usual conduct, I responded to their greeting.

“It’s not too far to the tourism district of Yulin, but we can’t be sure what might happen, so let’s all be cautious. Azure Lions, huhu.”

As I spoke in a manner befitting Julian, the two swallowed nervously and replied, “Understood.”

“But, Sir Julian, how about we use a carriage to Yulin?”

“A carriage, you say?”

“Yes.”

Knight ‘Fern’ nodded.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable than riding a horse?”

“Was there a carriage?”

“There is one prepared for the escort of the wizard. Considering it’s a long journey, it might be more comfortable for you.”

“Hmm.”

After a short hum, I looked at Fern.

It didn’t seem like he was speaking for my convenience.

I know best that Julian isn’t a figure worthy of such consideration.

‘There’s also a strange intention I can feel.’

Is it a struggle between powers?

It seems they don’t like the idea of placing me, who belongs to the ‘Royal Court’s Closed Eyes,’ at the forefront.

Probably, they want to take command by beating me to the punch, intending to manipulate the troops assigned to the escort mission as they please.

‘Such petty pride.’

Most of the regular knights are made up of nobles.

In contrast, ‘Julian’ is a noble from a collateral branch of a distinguished family. The fact that they have to follow the command of such a person probably doesn’t sit well with them.

Moreover, they have gained the upper hand over ‘Julian.’

They will likely boast about this later, so their pride is even more inflated.

“Well, let’s do that.”

Knowing their intention, I readily agreed.

There was no need to fall for it right there.

No need to get involved in such shallow battles.

Moreover, there was no reason to choose a horse over a comfortable carriage.

“Understood, Sir Julian!”

A flush of color returned to Fern’s face at my response.

“Then, when the wizard arrives, I’ll make sure to inform them…”

“What will you inform them of when I arrive?”

“Ah, have you arrived?”

It seems the wizard assigned to repair the resonance stone has arrived.

I turned my head to casually greet and check the face of the newcomer.

“Ah.”

A short sigh from the wizard who saw my face.

And internally, I felt a similar reaction.

Why is she here?

Aileen de Donacien.

Commonly known as Aileen.

A 5th rank, righteous class wizard who had shown me intense hostility, stood there.

“Sir Fern.”

“Yes, Sir Julian.”

“I apologize for changing my mind, but the reason I came here is for the escort, isn’t it?”

“…Yes? Oh, yes.”

“So, I will also ride a horse. We don’t know what might happen, and we must be able to respond immediately.”

“Sir Julian, your words are different from earlier.”

Fern’s face briefly twisted.

I would have liked to travel by carriage, but then I would have to be in the same space as Aileen.

That’s something I must avoid at all costs.

‘Being with someone whose thoughts you don’t know is dangerous.’

Obviously, I couldn’t tell him the real situation, so I brushed it off ‘Julian’ style.

“A simple whim. Do you have a problem with that?”

***

Adratan Empire’s ‘Smiling Guillotine’

Julian Crypart Frason.

A man armed with overwhelming force and cruelty, known as someone not even Odwin, the leader of the Royal Court’s ‘Closed Eyes,’ can handle.

He’s an incredible force that a newly joined knight of the Azure Lion Knights couldn’t possibly challenge, despite not having a significant difference in status or rank.

Yet, Fern was able to say plainly that he disliked this sly man.

‘A whim? Just a simple whim?’

The reason was not only due to the notoriety that came with the name ‘Julian,’ but also because of his near-reckless temperament.

Behaviors indicating a belief that he could be forgiven for anything he did, or genuinely thinking it was the will of the royal court.

For Fern, who had just obtained the position of a knight, it was an unacceptable presumption.

The reason he wanted to put him in a carriage was also because of that. He didn’t want to see that unpleasant face.

At the same time, he intended to bring the control of this mission to his own group, the ‘Azure Lion Knights.’

Although it was a ‘considerate’ offer with an ulterior motive, Fern was very upset when it was absurdly rejected, especially for being labeled a whim.

‘No, wait.’

During his thoughts, Fern suddenly realized something.

If Julian knew his intention and acted this way, could it be?

‘It’s possible… That guy is like a monster who survived the chaotic politics of the royal court without a faction.’

Maybe calling it a whim was a kind of provocation, recognizing the intention to take control of the mission.

After all, it doesn’t make sense otherwise.

Why choose a horse over a comfortable carriage?

In essence, rejecting the offer was his own kind of declaration of war.

‘Let’s give it a try, then?’

Fern unwittingly smirked.

***

That the assigned wizard was Aileen.

I should have read the orders more carefully.

I was so excited that I failed to check the important details properly.

‘A lapse.’

I looked at the carriage moving at a similar pace next to me.

Aileen was riding inside.

The woman who showed hostility towards me during the entrance test for ‘Closed Eyes.’

Fortunately, it seems she doesn’t show ‘disgust’ like before.

But if you ask whether that makes it less awkward, of course not.

Emotions are unpredictable.

Apart from fear, if the cause of other emotions isn’t properly understood, there’s no way to predict how the other person might react.

Thinking about it to the extreme, hostility could manifest at any moment, potentially escalating to a life-threatening situation for me.

So, what should my course of action be here?

‘Avoid it as much as possible.’

This includes avoiding conversation and being careful not to run into them.

Currently, I have absolutely no knowledge of what the relationship between Julian and Aileen was like, or what had happened between them.

In such a situation, recklessly getting involved could spark an unnecessary incident.

‘Let’s finish the mission as quickly as possible and return.’

The longer it takes, the more likely it is that I’ll run into Aileen.

That would be really problematic!

“It seems that no wizard has been assigned to the Yulin district.”

While I was lost in thought, Fern, a member of the Azure Lion Knights, approached me and started a conversation.

He was smiling in a friendly manner, but I could faintly see the color of ‘fear’ above his head.

“To think we have to send people out from the system like this… It seems the so-called district is quite small.”

“The district isn’t large enough to be called a special zone to begin with. It’s just a place that got the name of a tourism special zone because the nobility and bureaucrats from the countryside wanted to revitalize the city, using the name of Karun Forest.”

“Oh…….”

As I shared the little knowledge I had, Fern let out a short sigh.

“You seem to know a lot about the situation outside the system. Have you been to the Yulin district before?”

“Well, ‘seeing different places is part of the job when you’re working with the Closed Eyes.”

“Different places…….”

Truth be told, it was from things I’d seen through a monitor.

And that, from the perspective of ‘Hayden Reich,’ the protagonist of <Let’s Kill the Demon Lord>, not ‘Julian.’

That’s why I consider it trivial knowledge.

After all, knowledge can’t replace experience.

But of course, it’s better than having none at all.

That reminds me.

‘Did I know how to ride a horse?’

I hadn’t realized because I was deep in thought, but I was riding a horse proficiently. This was actually my first time riding one.

Perhaps Julian’s body remembers how to do it.

“Sir Julian. I was thinking of taking a short break up ahead. What do you think?”

Fern suggested taking a break.

Indeed, some time had passed since we left. It might be time for the foot soldiers, who aren’t riding, to feel tired.

“No, let’s continue as we are.”

However, I declined.

There’s no time to rest when we need to finish the mission as quickly as possible.

Fern opened his mouth to speak again after my response.

“We’ve been traveling for three hours. The soldiers are very tired. Wouldn’t it be better to take a break?”

“We’ll be able to see the Yulin district soon. If we rest now, it’ll be dark by the time we return.”

“Then we can camp.”

Fern answered without a moment’s hesitation.

It’s a valid point, but no.

I want to finish the mission quickly!

“I don’t see why we need to camp unnecessarily. The soldiers would want to return as soon as possible.”

“But if we encounter a demon in our current state without having rested properly, it could be very dangerous, Sir Julian!”

We’re not getting anywhere with this.

Isn’t he being too cautious when it’s unlikely to happen anyway?

While I couldn’t understand Fern’s reasoning, a thought crossed my mind.

‘Is this an extension of the intention to put me in the carriage before departure?’

Historically, the empire’s knight orders haven’t been fond of the ‘Closed Eyes.’ The members of ‘Closed Eyes,’ although skilled, are commoners by origin.

Perhaps Fern is burning with a spirit of opposition due to the inferiority complex that comes from there.

Normally, I would have complied with his suggestion. Camping, despite being undesirable, would be a perfect situation to gain real battle experience.

Moreover, I had no intention of wasting energy on unnecessary disputes.

But the situation now is very different. To avoid creating a problematic situation, I need to finish this mission as quickly as possible.

“A great danger, you say? It seems Sir Fern lacks confidence.”

Although I didn’t want to, I decided to steer the conversation in a Julian-like manner to quickly conclude the mission.

“Confidence?”

“Yes, be it demons, barbarians, or the liberation army. What do you think makes them dangerous?”

Fern’s gaze sharpened. It seems he caught on to what I was trying to say.

“Isn’t it because you lack confidence in your own abilities, huhu.”

I even added a small laugh at the end.

The line and expression I delivered were truly perfect. A perfect example of human trash!

“Now… are you saying that I, a member of the Azure Lion Knights, am scared?”

Hostility was present in his eyes.

But unlike with Aileen, I’m not worried. Knowing that the source of this hostility is my provocation, I can clearly see how he will move.

“Then why don’t you prove it?”

I provoked him further.

“That my words are wrong.”

That way, he’ll act exactly as I expect.

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Strike 59

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As soon as Hyun-soo woke up and logged into Ares, he received a surprising notification.

[Hyun’s Forge has reached 310,000 subscribers.]

‘All of a sudden? What’s happening?’

Hyun-soo checked his subscriber count in the auction house.

[Subscribers to Hyun’s Forge: 313,161.]

[Currently ranked 81st among all Korean forges.]

Hyun-soo was astonished to see his subscribers had surged into the top 100 in an instant.

Considering he had been maintaining around 230,000, this meant an increase of 90,000 subscribers overnight.

Upon accessing the auction house, Hyun-soo understood why.

[Is this the place that made the Sword King Barad’s sword? The famed swordsmith hotspot?]

[How long is the wait here?]

[A lifetime, if the blacksmith Hyun doesn’t accept your request, you’ll be waiting forever.]

[Not eating that ****…]

[Did blacksmith Hyun really make Barad’s sword?]

[Didn’t you see yesterday’s ceremony? LOL.]

[When will user requests be accepted?]

‘A ceremony?’

Hyun-soo was puzzled. What ceremony?

Then, after checking the community, Hyun-soo was surprised.

‘Barad attended a ceremony? And placed the sword in a prominent spot?’

Hyun-soo chuckled to himself.

The rewards that a single death had brought him were incredibly sweet.

He logged into the Ares community using a hologram.

Originally, Hyun-soo was only popular in blacksmith communities.

Now, there was also talk about him here.

[Did you see Hyun’s Forge trending at 19th place on Neiba overnight?]

[Yeah. It’s been a while since a user trended, who is Hyun?]

Hyun-soo found a post explaining who he was.

[Blacksmith Hyun (現). Became known for selling swords to lords, and blacksmith guilds had their eyes on him since he sold his first sword.]

[Recently, he got famous for selling an arrow marked with ‘Hyun (現)’ to the winner of the Super Rookie contest, known as ‘Crazy Rookie’.]

“Hmm?”

Hyun-soo tilted his head.

The nickname on the best post seemed familiar.

‘Nyangmeongpunch?’

To Hyun-soo’s knowledge, this was Nel. Not long ago, Nel had said,

‘I’m not sure if I’m your first guild member or manager, but I’ll do my best~’

She had claimed to be his manager, aiming to raise his profile.

‘She’s working hard.’

Thanks to her, the community was abuzz.

[Wow, a forge recognized by the Sword King.]

[But nothing is revealed about Hyun, right? Age, level, even gender is unknown LOL.]

[Rumors say he’s a 40-year-old chubby man?]

[If he’s not revealing his face, maybe he’s a king LOL.]

Ha.

Hyun-soo laughed it off. He never cared about people discussing his appearance.

For some reason, he had always been popular with women since he was young.

He realized that this mystery only added to the effect.

‘It’ll be fun when it’s revealed.’

Someday, he would show his face.

[I subscribed too. But what I’m most curious about is the information about the sword that Sword King Barad has.]

[Should I ask Barad to show it to me just once…?]

[Man, you might get a death order for that…]

[Damn, I’m so curious…]

[Subscribed for that reason, Hyun! Are you watching!? Reveal the info about the sword you made for Barad now!]

‘This could be useful later.’

Only Hyun-soo knew the details of Barad’s sword.

His subordinates were tight-lipped, naturally.

When he checked again, the subscriber count was still rising.

‘Even made it to the news.’

Hyun-soo smiled contentedly and moved on.

He remembered one important fact.

‘I could become a target for many.’

For now, he was playing under two names: Crazy Rookie and Blacksmith Hyun.

In the future, he might face many attacks.

The stronger he became, the better for Hyun-soo.

With determination, Hyun-soo headed to the audience chamber.

***

Barad understood the words of Knight Commander Benson.

“You intend to teach your sword skills to another outsider, Your Highness? Such indiscriminate dissemination is not advisable. Moreover, the god Ares might impose restrictions.”

The God Ares.

In this game, the supercomputer Ares is regarded as the deity overseeing everything.

“Your Highness, you recently appointed Lord Kyle as your successor and have already imparted your sword skills to him.”

Yes, that was the problem.

The issue was that this transmission of skills happened too recently.

“He needs to be worthy. Of course, we are grateful to Hyun-soo for saving Your Highness’s life. But we cannot impart such skills to someone unworthy.”

Yes, the issue of worthiness.

Even the high-ranking Lord had to struggle and prove himself worthy to receive Sword King Barad’s skills.

Barad was aware that such situations would arise.

‘I have no intention of imparting my skills to just anyone.’

The Sword King’s swordsmanship is his identity.

At the very least, a way is needed that won’t invite intervention from Ares or criticism from people like Knight Commander Benson.

“…And have you heard about the kind of blacksmith he is?”

The kind of blacksmith he is.

That referred to his class.

Barad stroked his chin.

‘Now that I think of it, I never considered that.’

There was no need to know in the first place. He was someone who had impressed him with his skills alone, without any mysterious powers.

“If he’s just an ordinary blacksmith… It’s doubtful if he’s fit to learn Your Highness’s sword skills. It might even tarnish your reputation.”

But Barad wasn’t someone to refuse teaching just because of such talk.

This was all anticipated.

‘Hyun-soo is my friend.’

A promise made with a friend.

There would be many subordinates like Benson.

A king can’t do everything alone.

Otherwise, the kingdom’s structure would collapse.

That’s why Barad had set up this scenario.

“How about you test his worthiness yourself?”

“Pardon?”

Benson looked puzzled. Barad had a slight smile on his lips.

“If even you acknowledge him, who would dare oppose?”

The Knight Commander of Goyard, known as the land of swords. Recognized by the king and Knight Commander Benson?

“Just like I tested Lord, you will test his worthiness. I proposed 70% training to him, but we can adjust that.”

“…That’s a good idea.”

Benson thought it wasn’t a bad idea.

“If Hyun-soo successfully attacks you three times or more, we’ll teach him the Sword King’s swordsmanship.”

“Understood. I should also find out what kind of power this blacksmith holds.”

“I will ask Hyun-soo myself.”

Knight Commander Benson wondered if the king had changed his mind. Perhaps his words were persuasive.

Soon after, Hyun-soo entered the audience chamber.

***

Hyun-soo looked puzzled.

“…Therefore, Knight Commander Benson wishes to test your worthiness, Hyun-soo.”

Ding!

[Skill Quest Content Updated.]

[Skill Quest: Sword King’s Swordsmanship]

Grade: S

Requirement: Chosen by Barad.

Reward: Sword King’s Swordsmanship.

Penalty for Failure: Decreased rapport with Barad.

Description: Sword King Barad’s swordsmanship is not for everyone. Succeed in attacking Knight Commander Benson three times or more.

Hyun-soo saw something in Barad’s eyes.

Slowly, Barad nodded. Hyun-soo saw trust in his gaze.

A firm belief that he would easily overcome this challenge.

‘Thank you, Your Highness.’

Barad was still firmly intent on imparting the Sword King’s swordsmanship to him.

This situation was created by him.

Benson said,

“Understand that this is the only way His Highness can proceed.”

And Hyun-soo understood the entire situation.

‘Certainly, I must consider His Highness Barad’s position.’

Of course, as a user, Hyun-soo would prefer just to receive, but he had already received so much.

Participating in the ceremony, Barad had brought him fame and added 30% value to his three swords.

Also, the blessing of a friend is a boon not found anywhere else.

“Since there’s a significant power gap, the Knight Commander should not use magic.”

“Understood, Your Highness.”

Benson readily agreed.

As Hyun-soo walked towards the training ground, he pondered how to approach this.

‘That should work.’

He smiled slightly.

***

Benson intended to end this absurd qualification test quickly.

He knew Hyun-soo was called ‘Crazy Rookie’ for winning the Super Rookie contest.

But the difference in their power was too great.

Moreover, Benson was in top condition today.

And he was already aware of the key points to consider.

‘He is a swordsmith.’

He could make such swords.

Additionally, Benson had personally witnessed the Super Rookie contest.

‘He created an artifact right on the spot.’

Benson smirked bitterly.

Did he think he was unprepared for such an occurrence?

‘The moment it’s made, I’ll destroy it.’

All powers are nullified if destroyed before they are fully activated.

After all, this Hyun-soo was no match for him.

The two stood facing each other.

Soon, Bella, who had accompanied them, spoke.

“Begin.”

Then, a translucent mineral appeared above Hyun-soo’s head.

“What a pity.”

Observing the all-too-familiar pattern, Benson made his move.

The mineral rapidly melted and then was refined. Benson lightly leaped into the air.

“This little thing can be easily nullified.”

Suddenly, the refined mineral took the shape of a sword blade with a hint of crimson.

An unfinished sword.

Just as he was about to strike it down,

“…It’s over.”

Benson’s thoughts froze.

What’s happening?

The sword blade was still glowing hot.

It couldn’t be considered a complete sword.

But then…

Crack!

Cracks began to spread across the heated blade.

‘Could it be…?’

He realized what Hyun-soo was planning.

But his sword had already clashed with Hyun-soo’s.

Clang!

As they collided, everything seemed to move in slow motion.

The sword shattered into hundreds of pieces.

Was it his sword that broke?

‘No.’

Hyun-soo had made it break on its own.

Boom!

Hundreds of sword fragments scattered around.

Whoosh-

As the red-hot fragments grazed Benson’s body…

[1st Strike Successful.]

[2nd Strike Successful.]

[3rd Strike Successful.]

[4th Strike Successful.]

[…]

[…]

[Successfully struck 59 times.]

He had not only succeeded in striking three times but 59 times.

For Benson, it felt like a child’s prank, barely tickling him.

Panicked, Benson asked,

“What kind of blacksmith are you, Hyun-soo?”

“Are you asking about my profession?”

He looked towards Barad.

“It does not leak out anywhere.”

Benson acknowledged him. The question was about his occupation.

Every time Hyun-soo used that swordsmanship, he would become widely known. Therefore, he must be at least an epic-class…

“I am God Blacksmith.”

Benson’s eyes widened. The God of Blacksmiths. A title he had heard of in his childhood.

The most outstanding blacksmith and a mighty warrior!

The king asked,

“So, is this proof enough?”

Benson replied,

“No.”

Barad frowned. Not even this was enough proof…

“I am immensely grateful that the God Blacksmith will be learning Your Highness’s swordsmanship!”

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Act 9

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After my meeting with Odwin Valadir, the leader of the “Closed Eyes,” I headed towards my private office arranged within the building.

Creak!

As I opened the door, the room’s interior welcomed me.

Seeing this, I frowned.

“Crazy fool.”

What came into my view were extravagant artworks and crafts, similar to those that filled the Julian mansion, now scattered all over this place as well.

Ceramics, frames, and accessories encrusted with jewels.

Yes, this madman had decorated his workplace just like his own residence.

A strong display of ego.

It was evidently clear here as well.

“This is worse than the mansion… Are you insane?”

Why leave accessories that will never be used here, along with mannequins!

Could it be he made impulsive purchases and, finding no space in the mansion, moved them here?

I couldn’t tolerate this any further.

I decided to thoroughly clean up the office.

I grabbed a box and put in a frame and most of the accessories.

“This should be enough.”

Members of the “Closed Eyes” typically have little need to wait around, so there’s neither reason nor necessity to allocate rooms to each individual.

Yet, Julian had an office in the “Closed Eyes” exclusive building.

It gave me a rough idea of how significant Julian’s position was.

Knock, knock.

Just as I finished cleaning up, I heard a knock.

Who could it be? Someone from the royal palace, perhaps?

“Come in.”

With my permission, the door slowly opened.

Razlot, an apprentice of the “Closed Eyes,” stood there.

“Ex-excuse me, Lord Julian!”

Razlot greeted me with a tense expression.

I smiled as if his timing was perfect.

“You’ve come at a good time, Razlot.”

“Ye-yes?”

“Yes.”

“Could you please load this onto the carriage I came in? It shouldn’t be too heavy.”

I pointed to a box.

The box I had just filled with the luxury items that had cluttered the office.

“This is…”

Seeing the box filled with crafts, Razlot’s eyes widened as he looked at me.

“Ah, understood, Lord Julian.”

“And what brings you here?”

At my question, Razlot seemed to remember something, and began rummaging through his belongings.

He soon handed me a letter sealed with the royal insignia.

“The royal secretariat sent a letter to congratulate you on your return!”

A letter from the secretariat?

As I reached out, Razlot bowed slightly and slowly approached to hand me the letter.

‘To the esteemed member of the Crypart family and member of the Closed Eyes, Lord Julian.’

The gist of the letter was as follows:

We’ve heard your injuries have somewhat healed? So, isn’t it time to get back to work?

That was the polite gist of the message they had sent.

Well, I anticipated something like this would happen. Among the members who could be utilized by the “Closed Eyes,” there’s no one as loyal and competent as Julian.

“Even so, they’re quick to put me to work.”

The mission written in the letter was “Repair of the Resonance Stone.”

To be precise, it was a mission to escort a wizard who would repair the Resonance Stone.

In the game “Let’s Kill the Demon King,” there exist monsters called “Demons.”

After the death of the Demon God Barbatos, the remnants of his malevolent thoughts became parasitic on living beings or took form, and these entities were called “Demons” in this world.

They could well be called humanity’s archenemies.

While there’s a clear difference in strength among them, even the lowest-ranked demon could easily kill an ordinary person.

The mentioned “Resonance Stone” is used to suppress the activities and emergence of these demons.

It disperses the remnants of the Demon God’s malevolent thoughts with a special wavelength to prevent their approach.

Due to this process being closely related to “mana,” a 4th rank “Leo” grade or higher level wizard is needed for the repairs.

“Repair of the Resonance Stone, huh…”

After reviewing the mission content once more, I began to weigh my options.

There was a risk of encountering demons, but it was an issue that needed to be addressed sooner or later.

Moreover, the mission seemed suitable to test out the unique trait I acquired.

Trait, Incomplete Moonlight Sword

Grade: Unique

▷ Your aura appears as if imbued with moonlight, elegant.

▷ Your sword, filled with the light of the moon, deals additional damage to demons.

▷ It is still an incomplete trait.

It was also a good opportunity to publicly announce that Julian had resumed his duties with the “Closed Eyes.”

“There’s no reason to refuse.”

I decided to accept the mission.

Furthermore, other soldiers would be mobilized for the escort of the wizard.

If I find myself daunted by the demons’ prowess, I could leave it to them.

Hmm, yes.

“Understood. I will speak directly with the leader about the rest.”

“Yes!”

Razlot responded loudly and then lifted the box.

“Then, I’ll move this to the carriage!”

As I nodded, Razlot, carrying the box, exited the room.

“Whoa!”

In the process, he tripped over the threshold, causing his body to wobble.

Fortunately, he didn’t fall, but a loud noise emanated from the box as if something had broken.

It sounded like something had shattered.

Silence enveloped the room for a moment.

Leaving a pale-faced Razlot behind, I began to inspect the items inside the box.

“Oh dear, the frame is broken.”

It seemed Razlot’s stumble caused the accessories placed on the mannequin and the frame to collide.

“I’m, I’m so sorry, Lord Julian…!”

“It’s okay. These were meant to be disposed of anyway.”

I didn’t particularly feel a loss.

After all, I hadn’t purchased them.

Moreover, the items reflecting ‘Julian’s’ taste were too different from my own, making them nothing more than cumbersome clutter.

“I’ll make sure to repay for the damage!”

“No need for that.”

“No, no… I must, I absolutely must!”

Razlot was adamant about compensating, his face marked with tension.

Seeing his expression, I felt a surge of sympathy.

It would be troublesome if our interactions were always this tense. So, I decided to ease his nervousness.

“Hehe. It’s okay, Razlot. It’s a mistake any apprentice might make.”

“Ye-yes?”

Razlot’s gaze wandered aimlessly, lost.

“Lord Julian…”

“Yes.”

“Am I… going to be dismissed from the ‘Closed Eyes’?”

Why would that happen all of a sudden…?

***

“Take care.”

After greeting the guards at the Second Gate of Reverence of the royal palace, Aileen exited.

Her voice was the same as usual, but she appeared exhausted.

Aileen was exhausted from writing papers again today. Although she was a recognized professor teaching “Gold Elementology” at the Bayel Academy, as a mage affiliated with the Mage Tower, she had to continuously submit papers to prove herself. 

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be recognized for her degree and as a mage in terms of ‘rank’. Truly, it was a detestable system according to someone.

“Aileen, are you on your way back?”

Hearing her name called, Aileen turned her head.

“Diana?”

Seeing Diana, a fellow Bayel Academy alumnus and a female mage affiliated with the Imperial Magic Tower, brought a faint smile to Aileen’s face.

“Are you heading back too?”

“Yeah, oh! It’s been a while since we walked back together. Do you want to stop by the new cafe at the crossroads?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Don’t be like that! We used to go together all the time during our school days!”

Diana complained.

Watching her familiar whining, a smile unwittingly formed on Aileen’s lips.

“No, I have some work today. Anyway, Diana, you haven’t changed at all from the old days, have you?”

“People should be consistent, right? Right…?”

Suddenly, Diana stopped talking, prompting Aileen to look at her quizzically.

As if wondering what was happening, Diana pointed to a carriage with her index finger.

“Isn’t that Julian’s carriage?”

“Eh?”

“Look, that carriage standing over there. It has the Crypart family’s emblem drawn only halfway.”

It was true.

Where Diana pointed, a carriage was indeed parked, with the Crypart family’s ‘sword and rose’ emblem only half depicted on it.

It was a symbol used exclusively by the ‘Frason,’ a collateral branch of the Crypart family, a symbol of humiliation and oppression.

“He must have returned! I heard he even served as an instructor for the entrance test.”

“Indeed.”

Aileen, who had a gentle smile on her face until a moment ago, responded indifferently.

Then, a playful expression appeared on Diana’s face.

“Wow. It hasn’t been that long since we graduated from Bayel Academy, but it’s been quite eventful, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Aileen turned her gaze away as if uninterested, just as she was about to decline the offer to go to the cafe later.

“That time, our Aileen was quite naive.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You believed the silly rumor that confessing under the king cherry tree behind Bayel Academy would guarantee success and confessed to Julian…”

“Diana! Diana! Cafe… Shall we go to the cafe!?”

Aileen, flailing her arms in desperation, interrupted.

Diana chuckled.

“Eh? Why the sudden change? You didn’t seem that interested a moment ago. Why the sudden change of heart, I wonder?”

“Uh, well… I just remembered the old times.”

“Really? That’s great! Shall we hurry then?”

Seeing Diana’s beaming face, Aileen sighed inwardly.

She felt completely outmaneuvered.

“Yeah, such a fun memory! To be able to tease a 5th rank mage like this, what a memory.”

“For me, it’s a dark history…”

“So what? Julian was really cool back then.”

That was true.

Julian at Bayel Academy was a true senior and role model, leading the charge against the inequalities faced by the noble branches.

He was more noble than the nobles themselves, a man of true nobility.

But after returning from the northern front and joining the ‘Closed Eyes,’ that image was nowhere to be found.

There was only the emotionless dog of the royal family.

“But are you okay with it?”

“With what?”

“The fact that Julian has returned means you might run into him often at the royal palace, right?”

Certainly.

As Diana pointed out, it was inevitable that they would cross paths at some point. 

Naturally, for Aileen, who still harbored unresolved feelings, this was a rather unwelcome situation.

Seeing him, so changed, seemed to starkly highlight the unchanging reality of the cruel treatment of the collateral branches.

“Well, what can you do? Just greet him and move on, right?”

“That’s true.”

“And, I won’t be going to the royal palace for a while.”

“Oh? Why?”

At Diana’s questioning, Aileen took out a document she received from the Magic Tower and showed it to her.

It was prominently marked with ‘Repair of the Resonance Stone’.

“I’ll be on a business trip to the Special District for a while. The Resonance Stone there has reached the end of its life and needs repairs.”

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Survival 28

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There are many ways to bring someone down and drive them out.

Slander? No, what can she criticize without any information? Slander also requires material to be successful.

Intimidation through authority? That might be possible.

Anyway, the Frontal family was indeed more successful than their rivals.

But it was also a plan with clear limitations.

If they were fellow northerners, they could exert real pressure, like cutting off the family’s funding, but the west was too far away.

At best, they could only send letters to a few western families.

In the end, there was only one method left.

Elizabeth smiled slyly at her brilliant plan.

“With our family’s status, they will welcome us with open arms.”

‘Political marriage’.

A powerful alliance formed through blood, among nobility.

It was also the most effective way to separate Luciana from her personal servant.

“The problem is my father.”

Elizabeth’s face briefly twisted with worry.

A well-raised lady of a noble house.

Her existence was a useful tool for strengthening relations with other influential noble families.

The value of the bear emblem was too heavy to be just sold off to a baron’s family from another territory.

“…The Baron Byron’s family? Liza, I wish you had told me it was a joke.”

As expected.

Her proposal was immediately blocked by the very person who controlled the northern gold veins, Count Frontal.

“There’s no value in investing in such a pitiful family. Step back.”

Elizabeth boldly spoke up to her father, who dismissed her with a gesture.

“Father, aren’t you interested in anything beyond the north?”

Count Frontal’s eyebrows twitched at Elizabeth’s challenging tone.

“Beyond the north?”

“Expanding trade routes to the West, my engagement will certainly be helpful.”

Even though the other party is just a baron, it’s a decent means to exert influence in the West.

It’s much better to establish a foothold with the support of a noble, rather than venturing into a foreign territory blindly.

“And didn’t you see, Father? The way Hans Byron even made Lucy kneel.”

“Even his age is quite young. Where else would you find such a talent?”

It’s extremely difficult to hire a fully developed talent.

Especially in the North, where security is threatened by monsters and demons, finding someone skilled in combat is even harder.

Many desired such a person, and Hans, who had won the martial arts tournament, was also bound by his status as a servant to the Speda Ducal family.

A way to extract such talent while minimizing the backlash from the ducal house?

Literally, only a political marriage.

“…Well, your point has some merit. But, it’s indeed quite challenging.”

Count Frontal stroked his white mustache as he vocalized his thoughts.

“The North is unique in its insularity, making it hard for other regional merchants to exert influence, but we wouldn’t be able to generate the same revenue elsewhere. There are limits to what a baron’s family can support.”

He couldn’t risk transferring such a resource as her.

His cold gaze was speaking for him.

‘Do you think I’ll back down just like that?’

Elizabeth lifted the corners of her mouth, preparing to drive her point home to the family’s ultimate decision-maker.

“Father, think about it. This isn’t a formal marriage. It’s just an engagement.”

“Engagement is a serious matter for nobles. Most lead to marriage.”

“But what if I discover a flaw in my partner that could be a weakness?”

Caught off guard by her unexpected words, Count Frontal blinked.

He hadn’t expected her to bring up such a topic before even starting the engagement life.

“Explain further.”

“If necessary, we can create a flaw. Will people believe the assertions of our count’s family, or the excuses of a mere baron’s son? We just need to take the honey and discard.”

Sometimes, the power of a title itself can be a reason for breaking off an engagement.

Of course, if it’s too far-fetched, criticism is unavoidable, but with suitably fabricated evidence, it’s a different story.

“Certainly, there is sense in what you say.”

Count Frontal fiddled with an old coin next to his desk.

Naive and clumsy, but a fairly good opinion.

The eyes of the experienced noble thoroughly scrutinized the young white bear.

His interest was always in this money.

Then, what about his daughter?

“I’m curious.”

“About my plan? First, by staying close…”

“No, I mean your motive for going to such lengths.”

He was irked that the counterpart was a baron’s family, and moreover, a second son. He thought his young daughter was blindly in love, as befits a young maiden.

Count Frontal was curious about the reason behind his daughter’s eccentricities.

Depending on that reason, he might willingly participate in this trivial drama.

Then she smirked.

“Shouldn’t we get rid of the beast trying to pester Lucy?”

***

“I’ll carry it, Hans.”

“No, you don’t need to. It’s heavier than it looks.”

“Heavy? I heard from you that Lucy’s armor has lightweight magic on it.”

A kindly, painted smile settled on Elizabeth’s lips.

Concealing emotions and wearing a mask were basic skills for a noble.

Elizabeth had been exceptionally good in this regard since her youth.

Today marked the third day since she entered the Ducal house to close the distance with Hans.

‘Lucy’s armor! To think there would come a day when I’d carry it myself!’

“There’s so much to do, just hand it over to me.”

Of course, there was a slight personal interest mixed in her intent.

The thing that had nullified all her magic.

Elizabeth’s desire to touch this honorable object surged within her.

Then,

“Moderate yourself. That is a confidential item of our family. It’s not something for you to handle casually, and only Hans, as a servant, has the right to access that safe.”

Unexpected reprimand from Luciana.

Elizabeth covered her mouth in embarrassment and apologized.

“Um, right. I was wrong, Lucy.”

“…That’s enough, just be careful with your words and actions.”

‘Oh, I got carried away…’

Regretting the moment she lost her composure, Elizabeth quickly glanced at Luciana’s face.

A slightly narrowed forehead.

The chin lifted about 5 degrees higher than usual.

A colder tone in her voice.

‘As expected, she already harbors considerable affection for this servant.’

Elizabeth had anticipated this, knowing Luciana’s fondness for combat.

After all, she was like a perfect being sculpted from the spirits of the North.

But now, Elizabeth feared that the situation she dreaded might become a reality.

There was an urgent need to separate these two.

‘Come to think of it, isn’t this his daily routine?’

Elizabeth’s grip tightened as she glanced at Hans.

Unaware that her finely dressed skirt was getting wrinkled, she chewed the inside of her lip.

‘Seeing Lucy’s cute, half-awake face in the morning, taking care of the towel she sweated in during training… Surely he doesn’t go as far as drying her hair, does he?’

Truly audacious.

Using his duties as an excuse to be by Luciana’s side all day, managing her belongings, and winning her trust!

A wave of intense jealousy seemed to burn within her.

“By the way, how did it go with asking the Duke?”

“Ah, you mean the proposal to move to the Count’s estate for work. It’s become a bit complicated.”

Hans scratched his head with a light laugh.

“Recently, I won a martial arts tournament and received a precious relic. The Duke expressed reluctance about me leaving.”

“Considering loyalty and reputation, it might be better to wait a bit longer before leaving this place.”

“Ahaha. If Hans finds it difficult, then there’s nothing to be done.”

‘…Just an excuse.’

It was news Elizabeth did not welcome at all.

Furthermore,

She realized the extent of Hans’ greed.

The stake involved the daughter of a Count’s house.

Engagement, the most powerful alliance tool among nobles, was something hard to counteract, even by a Ducal house.

Because they are at the pinnacle of nobility, they are the most bound by these rules.

Would the Speda Duke really prefer to lose face over a mere servant, no matter how special he considers him?

In the end, this objectionable view was merely Hans’ personal folly.

‘Uneducated.’

Typical of someone from a minor baron’s family, he was quite fussy.

It seemed he received a rather precious relic.

However, hiding her true feelings, Elizabeth smiled brightly.

“I understand. We only have a formal agreement between families, with no personal connection between us.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

“Hehe. Then I must try harder.”

“What do you mean?”

“To become more precious to you than the relic you received from the Ducal house, I’ll stick right by your side!”

Though it was more about surveillance.

Elizabeth displayed a brilliant smile honed over more than ten years.

Even the slightest gap would do.

The moment he lets down his guard and reveals a fatal flaw.

Not only the engagement, but also his position as a servant, she would turn to dust.

“Now, return the armor to the safe and come back. I’ll accompany you on the next task.”

“…Understood.”

But then,

Something seemed to have gone strangely off course.

Following Hans, Elizabeth’s eyes slightly distorted.

‘He doesn’t show any weaknesses…!’

As the future crown princess, Luciana’s tight schedule was well-known even in the North. Her exceptional ability to perfectly manage this schedule was a given.

And Hans, as her only personal servant, naturally faced considerable challenges in supporting her.

“Hey, in two days, the lady will use the reception room for etiquette training. Make sure everything is prepared perfectly so the instructor won’t face any inconveniences.”

“Yes, I understand!”

He wasn’t aggressively pushy.

Nor was he disregarded for being an outsider.

Though a noble, he had an ambiguous background as a foreigner.

She had thought that naturally, he would face problems in managing the servants, but it turned out differently than expected.

‘No, where would a servant only manage other servants? Surely, being human, he must have some fatal flaw somewhere!’

Elizabeth, with wide eyes, followed Hans around from morning till evening.

However,

From managing the safe, reporting, to even taking care of Luciana’s pets,

He didn’t show any significant weaknesses in any of his duties.

The only flaw she could find was……

“Same as always with your skills.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Still slick at brushing off sarcasm, I see. Any connoisseur of black tea would have surely criticized.”

The worst thing about him was apparently his terrible tea brewing skills.

Once again, her nails headed towards her teeth.

A deplorable habit for a noble, but she couldn’t help it given her intense anxiety.

‘This won’t do.’

Even after playing the strong card of an engagement, she couldn’t separate him from Luciana, nor could she find any weaknesses.

“Liza, wouldn’t it be better for you to go home early today and rest a bit?”

“Ahaha, I’m fine.”

With a warm smile, Elizabeth snuggled up beside Luciana, whose gaze was fixed intently on her.

Somehow, it seemed that Luciana, who had been cold these past few days, was finally warming up to her.

Feeling her long-missed warmth,

The rising impatience within Elizabeth began to subside.

She reignited her determination once again.

To preserve her exclusive place where she could feel this emotion, Hans…

He had to disappear.

***

“I received a letter from Count Frontal’s house proposing an engagement.

I’m proud of you, Hans. How did they…?”

“Really, father. You should realize that this is a trap, being a baron and all.”

I clicked my tongue while reading the familiar handwriting.

Well, forming a connection with a prosperous count’s family is certainly appealing. But nobles are always those who coat their lips and tongues with honey while holding a knife in their hand.

For now, the letter tied to the leg of the carrier pigeon was carefully placed in the drawer.

Elizabeth Frontal.

With her bright pink short hair and eyes of the same color, she always buzzed around Luciana as a chattering follower, adorning the game’s background as Lady No. 1.

And as a special gimmick in the mid-boss Luciana Raid, she was an obstacle to the male protagonists trying to assist the hero in a duel.

-Want to get to Lucy? You have to defeat me first.

“Her magic that fires in all directions was quite tricky.”

I still remember it.

A wide-area attack that turned the entire screen red, turning the corridors into a sea of flames.

With power unmatched by most bosses, many players gave up, blocked not by Luciana but by Elizabeth.

Even after all the events concluded, as Luciana was branded a villain and criticized, she remained her childhood friend, a blind devotee dazzled by the light emitted by Luciana, never ceasing to defend her till the end.

What benefit would a typical noble see in defending a lady already discarded by the crown prince?

So.

‘Her approach… or rather her attempt at seduction, was doomed from the start.’

A Luciana-devotee like her, falling for me because I defeated her?

If it were hatred instead of affection, I would have believed it.

But,

“In a way, she’s essentially like me.”

Whether it’s me, who fell deeply for the character Luciana in the game and made her my favorite, or Elizabeth, who spares no effort in supporting her as a follower.

Ultimately, we are both captivated by Luciana’s unique charm.

The icy blue appearance of the snow, coupled with her noble beliefs.

Recognizing and valuing her worth accurately, she was an ally with eyes as discerning and precise as mine.

A figure I had regarded quite closely.

However, that was a story when this world remained just a game.

“Shh. Who would have thought that Elizabeth’s hostility would be directed not at the protagonist, but at me?”

What to do with this troublesome, fervent fan?

It was a bit difficult to just ignore her.

If our interests aligned even slightly, she could be a solid ally in preventing Luciana’s downfall.

“I’d prefer to have her as an ally if possible.”

It was too regrettable to simply discard her.

In the game, Luciana, utterly isolated, was followed by many, but Elizabeth was the only one who remained until the end. She was unique.

“…Maybe it’s time to take a gamble.”

I finished my contemplation while offering a carefully selected meal to Friede.

Indeed, I didn’t want to lose her, who could become a strong ally just like this creature in the future.

But if she’s marked me as a hindrance to Luciana, she won’t be persuaded by ordinary means.

If I fail, either Elizabeth or I will have to face the end.

It’s a pity, and considering the backlash that the Frontal family might cause after losing their daughter, it’s something I’m reluctant to do.

Yet, if necessary, I must be ready to make a bold cut.

But then,

“I wonder how our fiancé will react.”

I am, admittedly, a bit curious.

Instead of the letter I had placed in the drawer, I picked up a golden mask with a strange pattern and murmured quietly to myself.

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Survival 27

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Clang! Clank!

The sound of steel clashing echoed throughout the training ground.

“Pretty good. Now my sword can at least somewhat withstand yours!”

Is it the thrill of battle?

Luciana always smiles broadly like that when she is sparring.

Usually, she’s mostly expressionless, and it’s a treat for the eyes when she generously shares her occasional smiles.

“I really hate direct confrontations! Stop admiring and just back off, please!”

The problem was that I was her sparring partner.

-Shiver.

My hand, holding the dagger that had just met her rapier, trembled.

It wasn’t this heavy before, but now, with my original skills combined with the boost from the artifact, it was overwhelming.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?”

“Call it a strategic retreat!”

But having crossed swords with her, I was certain of it.

The difference in the reach of our weapons, my lack of strength and basic abilities, and honestly confronting her head-on was a sure path to defeat.

Then, I should play to my strengths.

“Hmm. You say that, but you’re the one coming at me first.”

She responded with a swift thrust as I charged at her.

However, there was no sound of weapons clashing like before. Her rapier merely cut through empty air, creating a gust around it.

“Your movements are always admirable.”

At the center of it all, I dodged Luciana’s sword strike by a hair’s breadth, almost like performing in a circus.

‘I really owe a lot to this relic.’

Normally, I would have a headache from mana shortage after a short while.

But this dagger I’m holding, the Raven’s Claw, made such feats possible.

Now to get closer to Luciana and first neutralize that armor…!

“Clang!”

However, my grand plan was futilely thwarted.

“Cough…!”

“Where do you think you’re going? Trying to touch a lady’s armor again. Do you think you can keep getting away with that?”

I was completely caught off guard.

Originally, the rapier, with its thin blade, is agile in movement, but due to its small surface area, it is disadvantaged in blocking attacks.

I thought she couldn’t possibly respond to such a close-range attack.

“I’m most skilled with a rapier, but as a Northerner, it’s basic knowledge to handle a broadsword.”

Suddenly, the rapier in Luciana’s hand had transformed into a broadsword.

Its wide blade, large enough to cover half of her body, was sufficient to deflect my golden staff while providing protection.

But it was still too early to give up.

I still had the Raven’s Claw in my left hand.

-Clang!

“I surrender, I’ve lost.”

As I raised both hands above my head, Luciana frowned, seemingly displeased.

“Declaring defeat so soon? Show a bit more grit.”

She seemed quite disappointed.

But to switch back to a rapier in that moment and knock away my dagger, that’s just unfair.

For someone like me who prefers mobility and surprise attacks, our compatibility couldn’t be worse.

How could I, who rely entirely on the power of artifacts like Tut and the Raven’s Claw, possibly defeat you without them?

“Why fuss over a small fight? Just focus on winning the big ones.”

“Annoying, aren’t you?”

When I subtly mentioned my victory over her in the martial arts tournament, Luciana, with a bitter smile, sheathed her sword.

“Still, you make full use of the sword’s abilities. I was completely overpowered.”

Her versatile swordsmanship, switching between the broadsword and rapier, was like an insurmountable wall.

Though I might adapt if the sparring continued, at the moment, it was tough to even avoid her attacks.

“Hmm. That’s a shame. There are still things I haven’t shown yet.”

“It seems you have other abilities as well.”

Indeed. How could it be called a legendary weapon if that was all it did?

“May I ask what kind of abilities those are?”

“Hehe. If you’re curious, why don’t you find out for yourself?”

The provocative tone of her speech was clear in its meaning.

If I cornered her in sparring, she would naturally reveal it.

“I’ll try my best.”

“It’s not something that ends with just trying. Didn’t I tell you to show some grit? I mean, show me the result.”

Zap.

I must still be lacking a lot.

Her dissatisfied glare pierced through me.

-Clap, clap.

Suddenly, there was the sound of clapping from one side of the training ground.

Turning my head, I saw a familiar face.

“Both of you are amazing.”

Luciana’s childhood friend and an ally who stood by her side until her downfall in the original story.

Elizabeth Frontal, with her pink, short hair brushed behind her ear, was watching our sparring.

“Liza? When did you get here?”

“I’ve been here for a while. Probably since you two first crossed swords.”

“I’ve been negligent in my hospitality.”

Luciana gestured to me with her eyes.

Naturally, as a servant, it was my role to make arrangements when a distinguished guest arrived.

“I’ll bring some refreshments right away.”

“It might be better to ask someone else for the tea.”

What are you saying?

Practice is how skills improve. Who is perfect from the start?

I insist on making the tea.

***

“The tea tastes wonderful.”

“Is that so?”

Luciana tried to maintain a composed expression.

However, she couldn’t control the trembling of her hand, or the teacup shaking in it.

She knew that her friend’s compliment of ‘delicious’ was due to the quality of the tea leaves themselves.

It had to be. After all, they were high-quality products cultivated under the strict supervision of the Eastern Ducal family.

Probably just a polite compliment, considering the tea was passable.

But Luciana, being knowledgeable about tea, could assert that this tea was a disaster.

No, such simple words were insufficient.

It was like burying a shining diamond in mud – a travesty.

‘Doesn’t the aftertaste taste astringent?’

This tea, renowned for its heavenly taste, was supposed to be smooth. But it failed to showcase any of its strengths.

‘Probably Hans messed it up.’

At least the quality of the tea leaves mitigated his lack of skill. Had he used ordinary leaves, there would have been a real problem.

Elizabeth, knowing the true value of these tea leaves, would be shocked and dismayed.

“What brings you here, anyway?”

“Why? I came as soon as I heard you were under house arrest. Though, seeing that I can meet you without any issues, it seems like it’s already been lifted.”

At her friend’s response, Luciana’s gaze briefly dropped.

The heavy presence felt at her waist.

She was suddenly reminded of the significant symbolism of the sword revealed to the world due to her own desires.

Enough to overturn a decision already made by the lord’s council.

“It was nothing serious. Just a minor issue related to Vault.”

“Vault? Is it related to Hans Byron?”

Like most girls of her age, Elizabeth was also very curious.

It was just an innocent question on her part, but unexpectedly hitting the nail on the head, Luciana closed her mouth.

“Oh my? Lucy, you got put under house arrest? Could it be because of a romantic involvement with a servant?”

“Stop it with the poor jokes.”

Luciana’s face turned icy cold.

While it was true that she felt a certain fondness for him after the series of events, it was undoubtedly within the confines of a master appreciating a loyal servant.

Moreover, she already had a fiancé arranged by her family.

“Of course, it was just a joke. I didn’t realize it would upset you that much.”

Had her displeasure been that obvious on her face?

Elizabeth, flustered, started waving her hands in a disconcerted manner.

“Be mindful of your words, Liza. A noble must remember that each word carries weight.”

“I understand. I mean, considering your fiancé, it wouldn’t make sense. Sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

Elizabeth bowed her head in apology.

“No need to apologize. Just be more careful in the future.”

“It’s a relief then. I won’t have to compete with you for affection.”

What did she mean by that?

For a moment, Luciana was puzzled by her words.

“…Compete for affection? Surely not.”

She quickly dismissed the thought that had crossed her mind.

Hans’s family was merely of baronial status, quite a mismatch for a countess like Elizabeth, in common terms.

But then…

“That ‘surely not’ is actually true. My father suggested the idea of an engagement to the Byron Baronial family.”

The teacup in her hand trembled.

This was the second time.

The tea, which had been palatable, seemed to take on a bitter and harsh taste, perhaps due to her feelings.

“Pfft!”

Was she tasting the same flavor?

Or was it a belated regret for the shameless taste of the tea?

Her own servant, who had been listening nearby, also spat out the water he was drinking in shock.

“Ah, I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay. A minor flaw in a fiancé.”

“Is it really?”

As Hans tried to regain his composure in his confusion, Elizabeth, who had walked over, handed him a handkerchief.

Hans, unsure what to do under Elizabeth’s gesture, looked awkward.

Luciana, observing this, had to ignore the petty feelings rising within her.

“May I ask a question, if it’s not too much trouble?”

“…The person in question seems completely unaware. Ask away.”

Having returned to her seat, Elizabeth leisurely continued drinking her tea. Although Luciana, thanks to a lifetime of etiquette training, maintained a similar outward appearance, faint ripples disturbed the surface of the tea in her cup she had set down.

“Why would a lady of the Frontal family, a count’s lineage, be engaged to someone like me?”

“The easiest way for a family to welcome talent.”

“Talent? Me?”

Hans, in disbelief, repeatedly questioned, to which Elizabeth nodded.

“How can one not call a champion of the Northern martial arts tournament talented?”

Elizabeth finished her kind explanation with a slight smile.

***

-So you’re the lady of the Frontal family.

Elizabeth could still vividly recall the first time she met her.

The silver-haired girl who, despite being surrounded by much larger knights, didn’t just hold her presence but actually overshadowed everyone else.

“Pleased to meet you. Let’s get along, as we’re both part of the Emperor’s faction.”

Was it the merchant’s eye for spotting talent, inherited from her parents, that drew her to Luciana?

Or was it a Northerner’s longing for strength?

From the brilliant light emanating from Luciana, Elizabeth found herself unable to look away.

Probably, like her, everyone who participated in the friendly hunt at the social gathering that day had felt something similar.

Of course, not everyone took this in a positive light. After all, a brilliant light can sometimes blind the human eye.

Even now, Baltarion’s fool is still steeped in jealousy, unable to move on from chasing after her.

But.

‘Such a fool. I’m different.’

What good does it do to glare at the sun in jealousy, other than squinting your eyes?

Elizabeth dreamed.

She might not stand alongside her as an equal, but she could become her unparalleled existence.

A fellow noble of the same high-ranking class.

Being of the same age and gender definitely provided an advantage in getting closer to her.

“Liza.”

“Yes, Lucy!”

Through countless efforts, Elizabeth eventually reached the status of Luciana’s closest friend, affectionately calling each other by nicknames.

As a child, she used to jump on her bed in happiness, feeling a step closer to her idolized figure.

Some might call it infatuation.

But as time passed, this infatuation didn’t fade; it only grew stronger.

That’s why, on the day of the biggest event in the North, the martial arts tournament, Elizabeth was excited to witness Luciana’s shining moment on the biggest stage, up close.

She did her best in the preliminaries, but a mere mortal couldn’t defeat Luciana, akin to the sun.

Her admiration flowed naturally in the face of Luciana’s overwhelming swordsmanship that even cut through diligently trained magic.

‘If only she had won the championship, it would have been perfect.’

Regrettably, she couldn’t see her idol stand proudly on the podium.

Because Luciana was defeated by an unknown outsider.

From a modest baronial family in the West, a man whose name she hadn’t even heard before.

‘Luciana lost to such a man.’

Anxiety gripped Elizabeth.

Her personality, relationships, even her minor habits.

Elizabeth prided herself on knowing Luciana better than anyone else in the world, as her closest friend.

“…I’ve lost.”

“Ho, impressive.”

“I liked it. Would you spar with me again sometime?”

Even on that day.

Luciana smiled in the middle of the arena.

Not just Elizabeth, but everyone witnessed it.

Throughout the journey home after the bleak award ceremony.

Elizabeth couldn’t get the image out of her head – her idol warmly extending her hand to that man. She arrived at her mansion and immediately shut herself in her room.

Gnash.

The taste of blood filled her mouth.

It was impossible that Luciana, whose primary interest was martial prowess, wouldn’t be intrigued by him.

Moreover, she heard that the man was already Luciana’s personal servant.

She might even lose her position as the closest to Luciana to him.

Elizabeth’s teeth left marks on her nails.

The feeling of intense anxiety had resurrected an old, bad habit from her childhood.

‘Isn’t there some cunning plan?’

There must be a way to drive that man away from his position as a servant and detach him from Luciana.

Elizabeth’s mind raced like never before. And soon.

‘Hans… Byron.’

A baronial family from the West, so impoverished they sent their son to the Ducal family in the North.

Elizabeth Frontal.

The darling of a family symbolized by a polar bear, a predator in the snow, had found an extreme yet incredibly efficient method.

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Strike 58

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“A million gold. That’s the value set by our royal family.”

The price for Hyun’s sixth custom-made sword was a million gold.

Upon hearing this, Hyun’s heart raced.

He had thought even 500,000 gold would be enough.

‘A million gold is like a billion in Korean Won…!’

In about two weeks of game time, which was roughly 4-5 days in reality, Hyun had made an astronomical amount of money.

“Please pass this on.”

Barad wrote the amount on a parchment resembling a check and handed it to his servant.

[You have received 1,017,600 gold.]

Hyun was in awe. Watching him, Barad smiled softly.

“I told the prime minister to add an extra 30%.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Hyun realized that his one death had brought in more than 300 million Won in value.

And surprisingly, the rewards didn’t end there.

Barad looked at Hyun and descended the steps.

“I think I’ll try to live as vigorously as you suggested, so I won’t feel ashamed when I meet my son in heaven.”

Soon, Barad was standing in front of Hyun.

“I hope you continue to live strongly, just as you wish, to awaken your father.”

Barad envied Hyun for holding onto the hope that he might one day awaken his father.

He also supported him in this endeavor.

Hoping that Hyun would indeed save his father.

So, he made an offer.

“Would you visit me from time to time?”

Barad thought he’d be curious with each passing season.

About Hyun’s news, his stories.

“I’d like you to drop by and tell me about your experiences, the people you’ve met, just like that, without any pretense.”

Of course, he would also suggest that Hyun stay with him.

“Would you do that?”

Hyun smiled in response.

“Yes, I would like to hear your stories too, Your Majesty, when I visit.”

A smile formed on Barad’s lips. Until just now, he had been considering granting Hyun another reward.

It was a blessing.

A special power that high-ranking NPCs could bestow upon outsiders.

In Hyun’s case, he had received the Hero’s Blessing from Captain Hans.

And the nature of these blessings varied depending on who bestowed them.

Barad had intended to grant the substantial ‘Sword’s Blessing’.

But their conversation changed his mind.

‘Beings who share their stories without pretense.’

Barad knew what to call such beings.

He had always referred to him as Smith Hyun.

Now, it was different.

“Let’s do just that. Hyun.”

Hyun looked into his deep eyes.

Just the change in how he addressed him made Hyun feel a significant shift in their relationship.

At the same time, Barad reached out his hand, and Hyun grasped it.

“I would like to call you a friend.”

[You have received the Friend’s Blessing.]

[All stats increase by 8.]

[Sword attack power increases by 15%, cutting ability by 10%, and piercing ability by 10%.]

Hearing the notification, Hyun was amazed.

‘All stats increased by 8…?’

The effects on his sword skills had also increased tremendously.

‘I’ve become much stronger with this creation.’

When Hyun made a legendary-grade sword, he was able to increase all his stats by 6, dexterity by 100, and fame by 300.

During the crafting period, he had achieved the remarkable feat of increasing his total stats by 16.

But Barad’s reward didn’t end there.

“I may call you a friend, but I can’t come running every time you call, nor do I intend to give you everything you desire.”

But Hyun wasn’t upset by these words.

A friend meant someone to share unpretentious conversations with.

Hyun liked the idea and didn’t expect more.

But there was more.

“So, I’ll offer you just one thing.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to give anything; Barad intended to offer something of great value.

“I will pass on my swordsmanship to you.”

Ding!

[Skill Quest: Sword King’s Technique]

Grade: S

Requirement: Accept Barad’s offer.

Reward: Sword King’s Technique.

Penalty for Failure: Decreased closeness with Barad.

Description: Sword King Barad. Let’s learn his swordsmanship through training. Achieving over 70% in training will grant the skill.

“The sword techniques I’ll teach you will vary depending on how far you progress in your training. Even at 70%, it’ll be quite impressive.”

It was the Sword King’s technique, the highest skill from the greatest existing NPC.

“We’ll start in two days.”

After this, Hyun immediately left the audience chamber and logged out.

[You have logged out.]

After logging out, Hyun promptly exchanged his earnings for cash.

The 1.017 billion Won he earned this time, combined with the money from the Goyard Super Rookie Contest, totaled up to 1.03 billion Won.

First, Hyun went to the bank to set his account limit to the maximum, and then he stopped by a department store.

After shopping for various items, he visited the administrative office at the hospital to upgrade his father’s room to a VVIP suite.

Later, he met with Hosuk and deposited 1 billion Won into the hospital’s bank account.

Hosuk was visibly shocked upon checking the transaction.

At that moment, Hyun handed him a shopping bag from the department store.

“I knew about it, that Manager Hosuk was always preventing them from firing me.”

Hosuk had initially come to tell Hyun not to show off just because he had made some money.

Inside the shopping bag Hyun handed over was a shirt.

Seeing the shirt, Hosuk was momentarily speechless.

‘How did he make this money?’

But he chuckled bitterly, confident that Hyun hadn’t made the money through wrongdoing.

“People usually don’t accept these at hospitals, but please take it.”

Hosuk felt embarrassed at that moment.

He moved Hyun’s father, Kang Hyun-tae, to the VVIP suite.

Hyun then gave small gifts to the nurses and left a little plant in Doctor Jin-seop’s office.

As he was about to leave through the automatic doors, Hosuk ran up to him.

“Hyun, I’m so proud of you. You’ve done well.”

That was Hosuk’s sincere sentiment. Hyun bowed in gratitude and left the hospital.

After leaving the hospital, Hyun called up Ji-hoon.

“Why did you call me?”

“I wanted to treat you to a meal.”

“A meal? What are you getting? Kimbap Heaven?”

Ten minutes later.

Sizzle sizzle-

“Wow, Kang Hyun is treating me to Korean beef. I never thought I’d see the day. Munch munch.”

Watching Ji-hoon devour the Korean beef, Hyun felt like he was repaying him for all the support he’d received.

He presented Ji-hoon with a pair of shoes for an upcoming interview.

“Wait, these are Bermes shoes?”

Ji-hoon was astonished. Bermes, a luxury brand known only to the wealthy!

“Bro, I’ll serve you for life.”

“Alright, do well.”

After meeting Ji-hoon, Hyun withdrew some cash.

There was one last person he needed to repay. Hyun headed towards his home.

***

Mrs. Kim Hye-sook, the owner of the small two-story house, was packing various side dishes.

“Why are you packing so many side dishes? Who are they for?”

“Who else? For Hyun, the young man living on the second floor.”

Her husband joined in.

“Pack a lot of soy sauce braised beef, and some green onion kimchi too.”

While packing, Hye-sook sighed.

“I feel so bad for young Hyun.”

Hye-sook had known Hyun for a long time and now had to sell the house.

“If only my back hadn’t given out.”

Her husband patted his back. Their financial situation was tough too.

Why else would they sell the house they had for so long?

“He’s such a dear boy. I wonder where he’ll go.”

Just then.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang.

“Who could it be at this hour?”

Hye-sook, puzzled, went outside and saw Hyun standing there, neatly dressed.

“I was just packing some side dishes for you, Hyun. What’s up?”

Then, Hyun cautiously handed her an envelope.

Hye-sook was shocked to see it was filled with a significant amount of money.

“What’s this?”

“It’s the rent I owe you for letting me stay at half price.”

“What?”

Hye-sook pushed the envelope back into Hyun’s hands.

“Ah, stop it. You don’t need to do this. Just go and live well, Hyun.”

But Hyun said,

“I’ve made a lot of money recently, and I think I’ll keep making more. Enough to pay for my dad’s and my treatments.”

Hye-sook was greatly surprised.

She had always believed Hyun wouldn’t do anything wrong.

When Hyun explained his job, Hye-sook clapped her hands.

“Oh my, that’s wonderful! So proud!”

Hye-sook genuinely embraced Hyun in happiness.

“What!? Our Hyun has become rich!?”

“I still have debts to pay, but I think I’ll manage soon.”

“Good for you, I knew you’d do well, hahaha!”

Kim Hye-sook sincerely congratulated Hyun on his success and, as usual, packed him a bundle of homemade side dishes.

Carrying the side dishes back to his modest home, Hyun smiled to himself.

‘I’ve finally got some security.’

Confidence that he could make a lot of money.

So, he decided it was okay to spend a bit more.

He chose to move out of his basement studio and temporarily stay in a newly built apartment nearby.

Now, he needed to focus on his next steps.

‘First, I’ll master the Sword King’s technique, then visit the once-in-a-century mine, and after that, take my first custom order from a user.’

The first custom order.

This would be a turning point for Hyun’s forge in the auction house.

‘The Sword King’s technique…’

Hyun logged into Ares.

***

As soon as Barad’s health improved, he insisted on attending the speech ceremony.

The ceremony was a significant festival in the Goyard Kingdom, but Barad usually didn’t attend.

[Why is Barad attending the ceremony?]

[What’s Barad?]

[Barad’s style LOL.]

The ceremony was also streamed online.

Barad, though an NPC, was voted as the coolest NPC in Ares.

To see him, citizens and players alike gathered, and the live stream audience reached 50,000.

Bella, watching King Barad, couldn’t understand.

‘Why is he attending the ceremony when he’s not well?’

She knew he was planning to teach Hyun swordsmanship right after a couple of days rest.

When many were eagerly waiting for Barad’s appearance, he walked onto the stage in his silver full plate armor.

Barad.

The word ‘friend’ was unfamiliar to him.

But he felt at ease with Hyun, and he supported his future.

He also felt supported by Hyun. Wasn’t this what friends were?

Barad was smart and knew how to reciprocate.

[Wow, Barad is here!]

[He looks amazing.]

[Wow, the viewers have already hit 70,000.]

Barad walked forward, placing his sword scabbard on the table for all to see, with the character ‘Hyun’ prominently displayed.

He then looked around at the people.

“I’ll begin the speech.”

Bella was astounded.

‘Could it be…?’

What does a blacksmith need the most?

It’s for the world to know about a master craftsman who can create exceptional weapons and armor.

[Hey, did Barad change his sword?]

[What’s that sword? Is that frost on it for real?]

The broadcast team noticed and began to zoom in on the sword.

The close-up revealed the name on the scabbard.

Hyun.

[Hyun? Who’s Hyun?]

[No way, the blacksmith who made Barad’s sword is Hyun?]

At that moment, the subscriber count for Hyun’s forge began to rise rapidly, and articles started popping up online.

[Shocking. Sword King Barad’s swordsmith: Blacksmith Hyun!]

[Who is Blacksmith Hyun?]

On the search engine Neiba.

For an hour, the name ‘Blacksmith Hyun’ spiked to the 19th spot in the trending searches.

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Act 8

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I sighed inwardly and met the gaze of the woman in front of me.

Odwin’s lavender eyes were staring at me intensely, filled with suspicion. Even the ‘grey haze’ floating around her head indicated ‘doubt’ – a color of emotion that represents negativity.

I guessed the reason behind it. It must be because I seemed different from the Julian she knew.

‘Is it because my speech is too lengthy…? Is it the formal language?’

No, that couldn’t be it. For Julian, using formal speech was a way to express ego and an identity. If anything, not using formal language would have made her more suspicious than she already was. After all, even his thoughts came out in formal speech, so what could he do?

Then what was the issue?

“Is there a problem?”

I couldn’t figure out what the problem was. Deciding that staying silent might only make her suspicions grow, I chose to brazen it out. In a way, being shameless was part of Julian’s usual demeanor, so it shouldn’t be a big issue.

“No, Julian… didn’t you usually just watch without saying much and then leave?”

Was that it…

What did this guy think of his superiors? It was baffling.

But if that was the problem, it was a relief. It was something I could get over.

“I was on a long break due to an injury. That was just a report.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Any problem?”

I scoffed lightly and dodged the question. My Julian-style response made her suspicion, as expected, fade away.

“I heard you were out of your mind, but you’re still the same.”

While it was somewhat reassuring to hear that I was “still the same,” it also oddly pissed me off.

No, I knew that Julian was supposed to be out of his mind, and I was faithfully playing that part, but hearing such an open assessment still didn’t feel good.

None of the people I had met so far had said it directly.

Odwin, this woman, was not ordinary. The fact that she didn’t hesitate to make such comments in front of Julian showed she was no ordinary person.

“Then, report. Were there any useful individuals in the entrance test?”

She asked with a serious expression as she returned to her seat.

It was a simple question, so I answered immediately.

“None.”

“Well, I expected as much. After all, you’re a disciple of the sword saint, Hayden Reich, so average skills must seem laughable to you.”

Odwin nodded her head and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.

“Still, there must have been someone with enough skill to be used as an apprentice. A few, at least.”

“There were none.”

“Huh?”

Startled, Odwin uncrossed her arms and quickly leaned forward from her chair.

“What, not even one person?”

“Yes.”

“Not a single one?”

I couldn’t tell how many times she asked, but my answer remained the same. I nodded.

Seemingly realizing the situation belatedly, Odwin’s mouth gradually opened wider.

“Why would you do that! The ‘Closed Eyes’ currently need all the manpower they can get, even if it’s just one person!”

“We can’t just accept any mediocre person just because we’re short on staff. All the applicants this time were not suitable for ‘Closed Eyes’.”

“But still! If we picked them as apprentices and tried them out, who knows if they could be useful!”

“It’s a waste of time. Even the positions for apprentices were too good for those candidates.”

I let out a short laugh.

Truth be told, it was a laugh of embarrassment.

I had disqualified everyone, but it wasn’t because of the candidates’ skills.

It was merely for my own purposes.

And yet to say that even the positions for apprentices were too good for them.

Even though it was an act, I felt brazen.

“Ah…”

As if troubled, Odwin pressed her temples firmly.

In the meantime, I slowly approached her and casually placed a piece of paper on the desk.

Odwin, looking puzzled, picked it up.

“What’s this now? Weren’t we talking about the entrance test?”

“Yes, this is related to the entrance test as well.”

“…What is it?”

“I’ve compiled some issues I found with the entrance test.”

“Issues?”

Odwin, looking annoyed, asked as if she was looking at a bothersome object.

“The candidates spar with an instructor and, after being approved, go through an interview where the final decision is made by the royal secretariat. What’s the problem?”

“It’s the method of sparring.”

“The method of sparring?”

To Odwin, who tilted her head in confusion, I laid out the story I had prepared in advance.

“It seems that the applicants lack a sense of caution. Even before they apply, they definitely need to know what the exclusive agency is about.”

“Well, if the instructor in charge says so, it must be right, but…”

Odwin began to read the ‘entrance test improvement proposal’ I handed over.

As her gaze moved down, her expression twisted more and more.

“…By applying for the entrance test, in case of any accidents, ‘Closed Eyes’ is not responsible?”

“Yes.”

“This means you want to increase the intensity of the sparring?”

“Correct.”

I nodded.

There were many restrictions in the ‘Closed Eyes’ entrance test.

One of the rules was that the instructor must ensure the safety of the applicants during the test process. Naturally, it was absolutely unacceptable for any applicant to be injured or killed. If such a misfortune occurred, the responsibility would always lie with the instructor.

‘The applicants at the Bayel Academy on that day must have been aware of this rule.’

Yet, the reason they got scared and gave up on the test because of my “I will kill you” remark is simple. It was because the person who said it was me, ‘Julian Crypart Frason.’

Would I really break the rules?

Even if that thought initially crossed their minds, remembering the number of bodies that had piled up under the name ‘Julian’ would make them doubt again.

‘If it’s that madman, he might actually do it.’ Like this.

It was a gamble that was only possible by exploiting this.

As Odwin examined each of the improvement proposals, she frowned.

Eventually, she picked up the paper with her fingers and shook it.

“Fine, I understand. I’ll submit it to the council.”

“Yes, thank you, Captain Odwin.”

“But, you didn’t select anyone in this entrance test just because of this, did you?”

“Of course not. Talent recruited through a flawed test is utterly useless. We are an exclusive agency of the royal family, aren’t we? Tarnishing that noble name is unforgivable….”

“Ah, I got it. I got it!”

I shrugged nonchalantly, seeing her face turning into a grimace.

Rambling insanely when it comes to anything related to the ‘royal family.’ That was also ‘Julian.’

***

After Julian left, silence lingered in the captain’s office.

Leaning back in her chair, the current captain of ‘Closed Eyes,’ Captain Odwin, turned her gaze back to the documents Julian had left behind.

The document was an improvement proposal for the ‘Closed Eyes’ entrance test.

Normally, a mere member wouldn’t have the authority to do this much, but Julian’s position within ‘Closed Eyes’ was incomparably higher than that of a regular member.

To put it plainly, he was right below the captain herself.

That’s why such a proposal for improvement was accepted.

Even more, wasn’t he of noble birth, albeit from a collateral line?

“Still, it’s unlike him to interfere with the regulations in this manner.”

Odwin looked at the document with interest.

Julian’s handwriting filled a page to the brim,

But all this content was merely a smokescreen to hide one crucial means.

In the end, the important content is one thing.

“Under no circumstances will ‘Closed Eyes’ be responsible for any accidents that occur…………”

If this new rule is applied, it literally means that no matter what happens during the entrance test, the instructor will not be held responsible.

Even if someone dies, under the protection of the royal family, they would be ‘innocent’.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that the essence of the entrance tests conducted so far will change. After all, most of those who apply for ‘Closed Eyes’ are either fallen nobility or commoners who can maintain political neutrality.

They have no power, or more precisely, no authority. It’s easy to dismiss the complaints of such people.

“Julian must know this too. So, the real purpose of this improvement proposal must lie elsewhere.”

Odwin closed her eyes momentarily to organize her thoughts. Why would someone who normally had no interest in regulations suddenly submit such a document?

“Ah!”

Then she remembered one fact about a ‘scheme’ that took place during the entrance test. The Elder Council and the Thorso family had conspired to tamper with this entrance test.

She had a rough understanding of the situation herself. Sitting in the important position as the captain of the royal exclusive agency ‘Closed Eyes’, even if she didn’t want to hear it, all sorts of news naturally flowed in.

As her thoughts reached this point, the puzzle pieces in her mind came together, and she understood why this seemingly useless ‘improvement proposal’ was submitted.

“It’s a warning.”

Yes, this was a warning. A warning from Julian to the Thorso family and the Elder Council.

‘I see through your schemes. If you try the same thing again, I won’t let it slide like this time.’

Realizing Julian’s inner thoughts (?), Odwin immediately called for a servant waiting outside.

Not long after, the captain’s office door opened hastily.

She handed over the proposal Julian had written to the servant who came in.

“Could you pass this on to the council?”

“To the council?”

“Yes.”

“Understood, Captain Odwin.”

After bowing politely, the servant took the documents and left the captain’s office.

Watching him leave, Odwin placed her right hand on her chin and fell into thought.

“He’s changed after that serious injury.”

The ‘Julian Crypart Frason’ she knew was a terribly cruel warrior with a corresponding level of martial prowess. Nothing more, nothing less.

With a chilling smile and squinted eyes that revealed nothing,

It was almost impossible to read his emotions, but until now, that hadn’t mattered.

Julian was merely a dog loyal to the royal command.

He executed orders from above without harboring any dissatisfaction, an emotionless sword.

But the problem is… such a dog has begun to have its own thoughts.

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