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As Chiron said, it was not something that could be covered up.
They sealed off the entire Huphester, controlled all media, and strictly restricted the access of those waiting in the clan during the 'Magic Swordsman Declaration.'
In the midst of the Garden of Swords, following the eruption of the flame of hell, dozens of decisive killing moves unfolded simultaneously.
The fight that took place at the center of the city of Kalon was something the residents couldn't remain unaware of.
It wasn't a scale of conflict that could be covered up.
Through the informants of each faction already present among the residents, the chaos caused by Jin spread beyond the Garden of Swords and was rapidly and forcefully spreading throughout the world.
The speed at which the rumors were spreading was as fast and intense as a storm.
"…… Oh my god, I asked him if he was going to commit treason, but I never thought he would. If this isn't treason, then what is?"
Vankela Holy Kingdom, the Holy Queen's office.
Upon hearing the news from the saints of Dawn Carriage Society who could be considered the intelligence division of the Holy kingdom, Lani furrowed with a troubled expression. What on earth, I sneak out in the middle of the night for treatment, and right after that, such a major incident happens......
"I should have known from the moment he said he should give his arms a chance to shine. Ha, what do you think, gentlemen? Do you think Sir Jin is currently unharmed?"
The saints shook their heads.
"The security was too strict, so we couldn't investigate directly, but based on the information leaked from the residents of the city of Kalon and various faction informants, he doesn't seem good at all."
"Some even say that he's not only in a critical condition but that he's already dead."
"What did you say, dead!?"
"...No faction has been able to confirm Jin Runcandel's condition since the incident."
"Ha."
A saint stepped forward, as if resolved, and spoke up.
"Your Majesty, as a saint and a recipient of Ayula's grace, if I may be so bold... I believe you must make a decision for the sake of the nation's benefactor."
After the incident in the Holy Kingdom, the name 'Jin Runcandel' had become a symbol within the kingdom, rivaling even the Holy Queen herself. Furthermore, those in the know were aware that Jin continued to provide astronomical support to the kingdom. Hence, such a straightforward proposal was put forth.
Lani pondered for a moment with a serious expression, before responding.
"...Very well. I've heard that Huphester has declared a second stage Emergency Alert, but if I formally request a visit, they have no choice but to comply. I will go personally to assess his condition and take measures for his treatment. However..."
Lani looked at the determined saints and continued.
"As far as I know, he's always a man with a plan. He didn't do this recklessly. If I were to intervene thoughtlessly, I might inadvertently provide his enemies an excuse. Moreover, neither Sir Jin nor his guardian dragon has directly asked for my assistance yet. I will wait for more news for now!"
Lani's decision was met with nods from the saints.
If there were indeed significant issues regarding Jin's life or death, the Holy Kingdom was prepared to use every available means to assist him.
***
“Grandfather!”
At the same moment, in Vermont's Sword Emperor Castle, discussion about Jin was taking place.
The moment Dante urgently sought out Ron with a worried expression, Ron was also hearing the same news from the knights of Hairan.
And like Lani, Ron too furrowed.
It wasn't because of Jin's situation that troubled him. Ron wasn't distraught over that.
It was because he didn’t know how to console his grandson, who would shout that he'd rush to the Garden of Swords immediately.
"Has my grandson arrived?"
"Grandfather, I dare speak. Today may be the last day my grandfather sees me."
The word 'last' hit Ron Hairan's head like a sledgehammer from the start.
"..... Why would my grandson suddenly be like this? Did you eat something wrong? Haha."
"I intend to head to the Garden of Swords immediately."
"Well, Dante."
"Even if you try to stop me, I will definitely go. Regardless of how upset you and the clan may be. However, shamelessly, I would like to make one request to you before I go."
"Well, Haha... Go ahead and say it for now."
"Please help me to save my friend. Also, if my friend has already passed away by the time I arrive. Please respect whatever choice I make at that time."
If Jin had died, it meant that he would fight alone in the Garden of Swords. Naturally, at the end of that awaited either death or a life of cripple, or the disgrace of the entire Hairan, who would fight desperately to save Dante.
Not prey but evil.
From the moment Ron first saw the scoundrel who tricked his pure grandson, or rather, from the moment his grandson went to the cosmos arena and met his friend and got all excited, Ron had felt an inexplicable foreboding.
'If I'm not careful and pass the clan on to my grandson, then ultimately, the Sword Emperor Castle might fall into the hands of that devil.'
Just thinking about it made his blood boil. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad outcome if Jin was already dead. After all, he had worked so hard to cultivate his clan to give to his grandson!
"Dante Hairan, my beloved grandson."
"Yes, Grandfather."
"First, calm yourself. I never taught you to be like this."
"I understand. However, I'm ashamed to admit that I can't prioritize the clan over my friend. I am not enough to be the young patriarch."
If Dante had his way, he would willingly give up his position as the next patriarch of the clan and forfeit all rights, as long as he could go alone to the Garden of Swords. That's the kind of person his grandson is.
Naturally, he couldn't just stand by and watch that happen.
"That's not what I mean. Don't you trust your friend?"
With those words, Dante's eyes widened as if he had been struck in the back of the head.
He took the bait, just as Ron had thought.
"What I know is that devil…. No, your friend Jin Runcandel is not the type to disappear so abruptly. He's always a cunning strategist, always with a hidden agenda. I'm sure he will appear without any problem."
Ron didn't sincerely believe that. Given the magnitude of this incident, it wouldn't be surprising if Jin was dead. However, for now, he needed to console his grandson, so a little lie was necessary.
It was remarkable how easily it seemed to work. Dante's face showed deep appreciation for that single sentence.
"Grandfather...! Now that I think about it, it does seem possible! No, you're right. In that case, there must be a chance! I thought too hastily!"
"Haha, good. So, train quietly while waiting. There's nothing better than closed-door training to clear your head. You must trust your friend. If it becomes known that you need to make a decision, I will step in myself."
Dante nodded with sparkling eyes.
"Thank you, Grandfather! I'll head to the training grounds right away!"
"Good. Cool your head while swinging your sword."
With a joyful heart, Dante had no choice but to withdraw. He hadn't expected his grandfather to personally intervene, but the cooperative gesture eased his anxiety.
As soon as Dante entered the training grounds, Ron called the knights and issued the following command:
"As soon as it is confirmed that Jin Runcandel has become crippled or has died, take measures to continue the young patriarch's closed-door training for ten more years. Seal it tightly so that he cannot get out under any circumstances. So that sadness, despair, and anger can be sublimated into his sword."
"As you command!"
This was the best course of action Ron could take for the sake of his beloved grandson if things went wrong with Jin. Not seeing his grandson for ten years would be more agonizing than any torture, but he couldn't let his grandson die because of Jin, nor could he go to war with Runcandel.
***
"Hmm, my son-in-law... What should I do?"
Hidden Palace.
Talaris spoke as she lay on a bed made of ice crafted by herself, stretched out sideways. The small beastmen of the Golden Pengi were tirelessly manicuring her fingernails, and the Watertail tribesmen were gently massaging her scalp with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Daughter, your husband... might be dead."
"Jin. Dead. No."
"Ah, Darkflame, can you change the phrasing a bit? It sounds so unfortunate!"
Pengi gave Darkflame a sharp look.
"No, Jin, dead."
"Oh, enough. I expected too much. If that's the case, why don't you just go and kill him yourself?"
"Quiet, and keep doing what you're doing. Huh? My lovers will be here soon. If they don't like my fingernails or toenails, I will kick you all out. Even if you're eaten by some wild beast, I'll pretend not to know."
Crunch, crunch!
While the small beastmen were busy, Talaris watched her daughter with a mischievous look on her face.
"Well, if you're worried, why don't you go check once?"
"Based on Mother's reaction, I don't think there's a need to do that. If I go now, I will only be mistreated."
"Oh ho, so you're saying you are worried?"
Thump!
Syris rose to her feet, lightly striking the ice table with her fist.
"Mother, do you think I'm a fool?"
"Oh, you startled me. Why are you suddenly so angry?"
"One item from the undersea warehouse has disappeared. Do you think I wouldn't know that it was taken by Runcandel's first-class butler?"
The reason for Syris's anger was simple.
"When did you ever search through the undersea warehouse?"
"Mother, you gave up managing the undersea warehouse a long time ago, it's been 10 years. During my time at Hidden Palace, I've checked it without fail every day."
A single item, a drop of Numerus's blood, had been kept in the storage of the Hidden Palace for a long time. She knew that the drop of blood that butler Heinz took had been in Hidden Palace’s possession for a long time.
But the fact that Runcandel claimed ownership and took it away abruptly was not sitting well with her.
"Really, did I ever tell you that it was ours…"
"Who owns the undersea warehouse? It is the Hidden Palace. What I'm saying is that Runcandel shouldn't have used it without permission."
"Well, that’s something I promised to Chiron a long time ago, but anyway... were you upset because they took it while you were managing the warehouse?"
"Anyway, I'm upset because Runcandel is treating us like a storage room."
"In that case, should you receive something in return from Jin? Don't get into unnecessary conflicts with your mother."
"That's already my plan."
As Syris turned around and left the living room, Talaris shook her head.
"She's my daughter, but she can be a bit irritating sometimes. In any case, it originally belonged to Runcandel, and they are using it to save my son-in-law. What's there to be annoyed about?"
"Well, that, that."
Suddenly, when Darkflame spoke up, all eyes turned to him.
"Maybe, she, doesn’t, know, how, to, express, her, friendship."
"Indeed, huh. So she wanted to give him with her own hands? That makes sense."
At that point, Pengi had no choice but to open his eyes wide and exclaim.
"This, this! You can speak in the right order now! Why didn’t you do that earlier?"
"I did, tried."
"Argh! So annoying!"
"Now even these bugs are arguing in front of me. Do you really want to be kicked out? Once you've finished manicuring both fingernails and toenails, prepare a special perfume."
While the small beastmen of the Golden Snow Tribe were busy preparing the perfume, Talaris contemplated what decision Kelliark Zipfel would make regarding Jin's "Magic Swordsman Declaration."
"Chiron is soon entering the territory of the Five Kings of the Black Sea... I hope Kelliark doesn't know that fact."
If he did know, it was entirely possible for Kelliark Zipfel to declare an all-out war against Runcandel.
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As Chiron said, it was not something that could be covered up.
They sealed off the entire Huphester, controlled all media, and strictly restricted the access of those waiting in the clan during the 'Magic Swordsman Declaration.'
In the midst of the Garden of Swords, following the eruption of the flame of hell, dozens of decisive killing moves unfolded simultaneously.
The fight that took place at the center of the city of Kalon was something the residents couldn't remain unaware of.
It wasn't a scale of conflict that could be covered up.
Through the informants of each faction already present among the residents, the chaos caused by Jin spread beyond the Garden of Swords and was rapidly and forcefully spreading throughout the world.
The speed at which the rumors were spreading was as fast and intense as a storm.
"…… Oh my god, I asked him if he was going to commit treason, but I never thought he would. If this isn't treason, then what is?"
Vankela Holy Kingdom, the Holy Queen's office.
Upon hearing the news from the saints of Dawn Carriage Society who could be considered the intelligence division of the Holy kingdom, Lani furrowed with a troubled expression. What on earth, I sneak out in the middle of the night for treatment, and right after that, such a major incident happens......
"I should have known from the moment he said he should give his arms a chance to shine. Ha, what do you think, gentlemen? Do you think Sir Jin is currently unharmed?"
The saints shook their heads.
"The security was too strict, so we couldn't investigate directly, but based on the information leaked from the residents of the city of Kalon and various faction informants, he doesn't seem good at all."
"Some even say that he's not only in a critical condition but that he's already dead."
"What did you say, dead!?"
"...No faction has been able to confirm Jin Runcandel's condition since the incident."
"Ha."
A saint stepped forward, as if resolved, and spoke up.
"Your Majesty, as a saint and a recipient of Ayula's grace, if I may be so bold... I believe you must make a decision for the sake of the nation's benefactor."
After the incident in the Holy Kingdom, the name 'Jin Runcandel' had become a symbol within the kingdom, rivaling even the Holy Queen herself. Furthermore, those in the know were aware that Jin continued to provide astronomical support to the kingdom. Hence, such a straightforward proposal was put forth.
Lani pondered for a moment with a serious expression, before responding.
"...Very well. I've heard that Huphester has declared a second stage Emergency Alert, but if I formally request a visit, they have no choice but to comply. I will go personally to assess his condition and take measures for his treatment. However..."
Lani looked at the determined saints and continued.
"As far as I know, he's always a man with a plan. He didn't do this recklessly. If I were to intervene thoughtlessly, I might inadvertently provide his enemies an excuse. Moreover, neither Sir Jin nor his guardian dragon has directly asked for my assistance yet. I will wait for more news for now!"
Lani's decision was met with nods from the saints.
If there were indeed significant issues regarding Jin's life or death, the Holy Kingdom was prepared to use every available means to assist him.
***
“Grandfather!”
At the same moment, in Vermont's Sword Emperor Castle, discussion about Jin was taking place.
The moment Dante urgently sought out Ron with a worried expression, Ron was also hearing the same news from the knights of Hairan.
And like Lani, Ron too furrowed.
It wasn't because of Jin's situation that troubled him. Ron wasn't distraught over that.
It was because he didn’t know how to console his grandson, who would shout that he'd rush to the Garden of Swords immediately.
"Has my grandson arrived?"
"Grandfather, I dare speak. Today may be the last day my grandfather sees me."
The word 'last' hit Ron Hairan's head like a sledgehammer from the start.
"..... Why would my grandson suddenly be like this? Did you eat something wrong? Haha."
"I intend to head to the Garden of Swords immediately."
"Well, Dante."
"Even if you try to stop me, I will definitely go. Regardless of how upset you and the clan may be. However, shamelessly, I would like to make one request to you before I go."
"Well, Haha... Go ahead and say it for now."
"Please help me to save my friend. Also, if my friend has already passed away by the time I arrive. Please respect whatever choice I make at that time."
If Jin had died, it meant that he would fight alone in the Garden of Swords. Naturally, at the end of that awaited either death or a life of cripple, or the disgrace of the entire Hairan, who would fight desperately to save Dante.
Not prey but evil.
From the moment Ron first saw the scoundrel who tricked his pure grandson, or rather, from the moment his grandson went to the cosmos arena and met his friend and got all excited, Ron had felt an inexplicable foreboding.
'If I'm not careful and pass the clan on to my grandson, then ultimately, the Sword Emperor Castle might fall into the hands of that devil.'
Just thinking about it made his blood boil. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad outcome if Jin was already dead. After all, he had worked so hard to cultivate his clan to give to his grandson!
"Dante Hairan, my beloved grandson."
"Yes, Grandfather."
"First, calm yourself. I never taught you to be like this."
"I understand. However, I'm ashamed to admit that I can't prioritize the clan over my friend. I am not enough to be the young patriarch."
If Dante had his way, he would willingly give up his position as the next patriarch of the clan and forfeit all rights, as long as he could go alone to the Garden of Swords. That's the kind of person his grandson is.
Naturally, he couldn't just stand by and watch that happen.
"That's not what I mean. Don't you trust your friend?"
With those words, Dante's eyes widened as if he had been struck in the back of the head.
He took the bait, just as Ron had thought.
"What I know is that devil…. No, your friend Jin Runcandel is not the type to disappear so abruptly. He's always a cunning strategist, always with a hidden agenda. I'm sure he will appear without any problem."
Ron didn't sincerely believe that. Given the magnitude of this incident, it wouldn't be surprising if Jin was dead. However, for now, he needed to console his grandson, so a little lie was necessary.
It was remarkable how easily it seemed to work. Dante's face showed deep appreciation for that single sentence.
"Grandfather...! Now that I think about it, it does seem possible! No, you're right. In that case, there must be a chance! I thought too hastily!"
"Haha, good. So, train quietly while waiting. There's nothing better than closed-door training to clear your head. You must trust your friend. If it becomes known that you need to make a decision, I will step in myself."
Dante nodded with sparkling eyes.
"Thank you, Grandfather! I'll head to the training grounds right away!"
"Good. Cool your head while swinging your sword."
With a joyful heart, Dante had no choice but to withdraw. He hadn't expected his grandfather to personally intervene, but the cooperative gesture eased his anxiety.
As soon as Dante entered the training grounds, Ron called the knights and issued the following command:
"As soon as it is confirmed that Jin Runcandel has become crippled or has died, take measures to continue the young patriarch's closed-door training for ten more years. Seal it tightly so that he cannot get out under any circumstances. So that sadness, despair, and anger can be sublimated into his sword."
"As you command!"
This was the best course of action Ron could take for the sake of his beloved grandson if things went wrong with Jin. Not seeing his grandson for ten years would be more agonizing than any torture, but he couldn't let his grandson die because of Jin, nor could he go to war with Runcandel.
***
"Hmm, my son-in-law... What should I do?"
Hidden Palace.
Talaris spoke as she lay on a bed made of ice crafted by herself, stretched out sideways. The small beastmen of the Golden Pengi were tirelessly manicuring her fingernails, and the Watertail tribesmen were gently massaging her scalp with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Daughter, your husband... might be dead."
"Jin. Dead. No."
"Ah, Darkflame, can you change the phrasing a bit? It sounds so unfortunate!"
Pengi gave Darkflame a sharp look.
"No, Jin, dead."
"Oh, enough. I expected too much. If that's the case, why don't you just go and kill him yourself?"
"Quiet, and keep doing what you're doing. Huh? My lovers will be here soon. If they don't like my fingernails or toenails, I will kick you all out. Even if you're eaten by some wild beast, I'll pretend not to know."
Crunch, crunch!
While the small beastmen were busy, Talaris watched her daughter with a mischievous look on her face.
"Well, if you're worried, why don't you go check once?"
"Based on Mother's reaction, I don't think there's a need to do that. If I go now, I will only be mistreated."
"Oh ho, so you're saying you are worried?"
Thump!
Syris rose to her feet, lightly striking the ice table with her fist.
"Mother, do you think I'm a fool?"
"Oh, you startled me. Why are you suddenly so angry?"
"One item from the undersea warehouse has disappeared. Do you think I wouldn't know that it was taken by Runcandel's first-class butler?"
The reason for Syris's anger was simple.
"When did you ever search through the undersea warehouse?"
"Mother, you gave up managing the undersea warehouse a long time ago, it's been 10 years. During my time at Hidden Palace, I've checked it without fail every day."
A single item, a drop of Numerus's blood, had been kept in the storage of the Hidden Palace for a long time. She knew that the drop of blood that butler Heinz took had been in Hidden Palace’s possession for a long time.
But the fact that Runcandel claimed ownership and took it away abruptly was not sitting well with her.
"Really, did I ever tell you that it was ours…"
"Who owns the undersea warehouse? It is the Hidden Palace. What I'm saying is that Runcandel shouldn't have used it without permission."
"Well, that’s something I promised to Chiron a long time ago, but anyway... were you upset because they took it while you were managing the warehouse?"
"Anyway, I'm upset because Runcandel is treating us like a storage room."
"In that case, should you receive something in return from Jin? Don't get into unnecessary conflicts with your mother."
"That's already my plan."
As Syris turned around and left the living room, Talaris shook her head.
"She's my daughter, but she can be a bit irritating sometimes. In any case, it originally belonged to Runcandel, and they are using it to save my son-in-law. What's there to be annoyed about?"
"Well, that, that."
Suddenly, when Darkflame spoke up, all eyes turned to him.
"Maybe, she, doesn’t, know, how, to, express, her, friendship."
"Indeed, huh. So she wanted to give him with her own hands? That makes sense."
At that point, Pengi had no choice but to open his eyes wide and exclaim.
"This, this! You can speak in the right order now! Why didn’t you do that earlier?"
"I did, tried."
"Argh! So annoying!"
"Now even these bugs are arguing in front of me. Do you really want to be kicked out? Once you've finished manicuring both fingernails and toenails, prepare a special perfume."
While the small beastmen of the Golden Snow Tribe were busy preparing the perfume, Talaris contemplated what decision Kelliark Zipfel would make regarding Jin's "Magic Swordsman Declaration."
"Chiron is soon entering the territory of the Five Kings of the Black Sea... I hope Kelliark doesn't know that fact."
If he did know, it was entirely possible for Kelliark Zipfel to declare an all-out war against Runcandel.
