Swordmaster’s Youngest Son

C383 - Who Is The Real Runcandel? (3)

Murakan, who had learned of the news late, tried once again to cause a disturbance, but Petro desperately stood in his way.

"These crazy bastards, do they dare to cut off Solderet's Thousand Year Contractor's arm...? And I'm the Dragon Guardian, for God's sake! Hpmh! It's already frustrating that they locked up Strawberry Pie, but do they really want to tempt fate?"

"Please, Murakan-nim, calm down. The young master must have a plan."

"Damn bastards! I'll tear them apart and feed them to the dogs."

"You must not go out, Murakan-nim! Please! If you do, it will be... No, the young master will be in even greater trouble!"

Petro desperately blocked Murakan's path.

Stopping Murakan with pure physical force was naturally impossible for him.

Instead, Petro emphasized multiple times that if Murakan moved, it would be problematic for Jin.

"They're cutting the arms off a Warrior! If he's not securely held down, he won't be able to wield the sword as before."

The room trembled with Murakan's anger.

Everyone in the Garden of Swords could feel his energy.

Therefore, outside, hundreds of Knights waited nervously.

"I know. But, Murakan-nim, you're a Dragon Guardian, aren't you? So, in any situation, it's right to make a decision for the Young Master. Please hold on and wait until the Young Master's surgery is over."

"Haa."

"Even if something goes wrong with the Young Master, it's not too late to express your anger then. Please, Murakan-nim. I implore you...! Please also think of Gilly!"

Petro felt like he might suffocate under Murakan's energy. His lips, pale blue, trembled.

"AAAAHHH!" Murakan shouted, and Petro barely held his ground beside him.

Fortunately, Petro's pleas reached him.

Murakan decided to accept Petro's words for the time being.

"...Alright, what you're saying makes sense. I've calmed down, butler. It's not just the kid; even Strawberry Pie could have trouble if I make a move."

"You've made the right decision! Let me prepare a drink to cool your head quickly..."

Murakan walked past Petro.

"Hey, where are you going!? Murakan-nim!"

"No matter how you look at it, I'm his Dragon Guardian. I can't just stand still. At the very least, I must give them a warning. And I have to go somewhere."

Swiish...!

As Murakan transformed into his true form and left the hallway.

Petro could do nothing but watch once more.

Thud! Crash!

The walls and ceiling of the hallway were shattered by Murakan's enormous body, and debris fell.

Servants fled in terror, and Murakan soared into the sky, breaking through the roof.

'The Garden of Swords has been destroyed again...'

Petro, like everyone else in the Family, was experiencing something they had never lived through before.

The Garden of Swords had been destroyed twice in such short intervals.

Murakan looked toward the Garden of Swords, which covered the moon.

The darkness of the night sky deepened, and the Knights formed ranks.

[If the arms of Solderet's Contractor, Jin Runcandel, don't return to their original state...]

Murakan's eyes shone as he continued.

[Runcandel will start facing its destruction from that day]

His voice was audible to all Runcandels, and they knew that the current Murakan alone couldn't bring about Runcandel's destruction.

They were just words.

But they sounded like an ominous curse.

Maybe it was because Runcandel had a tendency to venerate strange superstitions, but the members of the Family felt as if his words had weighed on their hearts.

In this way, Murakan began to leave the Garden of Swords, flying towards an unknown destination.

The operation continued throughout the early morning.

Healing the amputation required extreme concentration, and the clan's healers looked like they might faint at any moment.

"Director, intermittent seizures are occurring in the amputated arm...! We can't control them!"

"I have eyes and a brain too, so keep your mouth shut and infuse mana. What we're reattaching isn't an ordinary person's arm; it's the arms of a Runcandel Flagbearer."

Although the arms had been reimplanted for a long time, the unknown convulsions persisted.

This drove the medical team crazy.

If they couldn't perfectly control the seizures, the operation would be a failure.

"If we can't restore the Duodecim Flagbearer's arm perfectly, the entire medical team must be prepared to die together. Damn it, there was no necrosis. What the hell is this damn seizure? Hey! Run quickly and bring more resources!"

Chak!

When the door to the operating room suddenly opened, the head of the medical team stood up and shouted.

"Who the hell entered the operating room during surgery?"

Even though this was the Garden of Swords.

Inside the surgery room, the head of the medical team was the ultimate authority.

Even if the person who entered was Cyron, the orders of the head of the medical team were valid.

That's how Runcandel treated the medical team.

Even when they were injured during a mission or in battle.

If the medical team couldn't properly support them, they couldn't fight properly.

Naturally, the head of the medical team thought that the intruder who had entered the operating room so recklessly was a troublemaker from the Council of Elders.

That's why his anger flared even more.

Regardless of internal disputes or power struggles taking place within the clan, the authority of the medical team had to be respected.

It had been a tradition for the medical team to maintain complete neutrality within the clan for generations.

"Get out right now! I said get out..."

The irritated head of the medical team shouted, but he stopped speaking when he saw who had entered.

The medical team's eyes nearly popped out in surprise when they saw the face of the intruder who had just removed her hood.

"It's the Holy King... The Holy King of Vankela!"

The head of the medical team couldn't help but utter these words.

The Holy King, Lani Salomé. She had just arrived at the Garden of Swords.

She had been brought here by Murakan, who had personally gone to the Holy Kingdom.

The only ones who could summon the Holy King for personal matters were Jin and Murakan.

"I've brought the Religious Fanatic... No, the Holy King. Why can't you address her properly? Huh?"

Murakan, who stood behind Lani, growled, causing the members of the medical team to bow their heads.

"We greet Your Majesty, the Holy King!"

"We greet Your Majesty, the Holy King!"

To the medical team, it felt as if their savior had arrived.

"I haven't come today as the sovereign of the Holy Kingdom but as Jin's friend, so there's no need to treat me so formally."

Lani knelt beside Jin.

"What's the situation?"

"The reinsertion has been completed, but there's an unidentified cause for the ongoing seizures."

Lani nodded as if she understood.

"I will examine him."

"Yes!"

As soon as Lani arrived, the medical team naturally focused their efforts on her treatment.

They were considered the best medical team in Hufester, but no medical team in the world could surpass the Holy King in skill.

Wooong!

As Lani began to radiate her energy, the operating room was instantly bathed in a bright yellow sacred power.

Since becoming the Holy King, her holy power had deepened day by day.

"Ayula will protect my friend."

Jin woke up from anesthesia in the morning.

When he saw Lani sitting by his side, he smiled as if he had known she would come.

"You've woken up."

"Lani."

Judging by his expression, there was no need to ask if the operation had been a success.

"Thank you."

"You treat me like a personal healer."

A few months ago, Lani had come to Tikan to treat Valeria, who had suffered a mana reflux.

"I saw a black cat by the window early in the morning, so I thought of Murakan-nim. But I didn't expect it to be really him."

At that, Jin's expression turned serious.

"Isn't the security in the chambers of the Holy King a bit lax? Should I get you a good sword?"

"Well, I'll think about it. I've already received quite a bit of money from you, and I feel a bit guilty about receiving more support."

Jin had been consistently sponsoring funds for the Holy Kingdom.

Since the success of his cosmetics business, an astronomical amount of money had been flowing into the Holy Kingdom every month.

The financial crisis of the Holy Kingdom, which had started due to threats and persuasion from Zipple, was quickly coming to an end thanks to that funding.

"My arms are worth that much. They feel even better than before they were cut off."

Jin felt incredibly light as he moved his arms.

"The fate of the Holy Kingdom that you and Murakan-nim saved is worth more than that, Jin. So don't worry too much about it."

"Religious Fanatic! Thank you for your hard work."

Murakan, who entered the room with a drink (prepared by Petro), ruffled Lani's hair as he spoke.

"I'd like to spend more time with you than with a drink, but the current situation doesn't allow it. There are many bastards I have to beat to a pulp. Next time, I'll come without any business, so bring some good liquor to your room."

Murakan treated Lani like a close relative.

"...Murakan, as comfortable as you are with her, how do you dare to drink alcohol in the Holy King's bedroom?"

"I'm fine with it. Bring Jin along too. Don't keep calling me all the time."

"I'm fine with it too. Why are you the only one making a fuss, brat?"

The two laughed heartily for a while.

To Lani, those two were more precious friends than anyone else.

"I should leave soon."

"Alright. It will be hard for me to say goodbye."

"I understand. Especially now, the Garden of Swords, famous for its brutality, is literally infested with bloodlust."

Before Jin woke up, Lani had already been informed of the situation by Murakan.

"I hope there won't be another morning when I have to come and treat you, Jin."

"That won't happen. Our medical team might be a bit busy today, but..."

"Don't you feel sorry for your arms? They've just been reattached."

Lani had only wished the best for the exhausted and overworked Runcandel medical team that had worked all night to treat Jin.

"Even my arms need a chance to shine."

Lani shook her head sympathetically.

"You're not planning another rebellion, are you?"

"Do I look that stupid, Lani?"

"Actually, you don't, but... well, I hope I won't be called again for these kinds of matters. Until next time. And take care of your body from time to time."

When Lani left, Jin's and Murakan's eyes were filled with killing intent.

"You've held up well, Murakan."

"I'm still holding up. I'd love to chew up and swallow those Council of Elders idiots right now. Yes, you must have some plan in mind, right?"

"I'll make a statement."

"A statement? What kind of statement?"

"A statement to restore Runcandel to its status as a Family of Magic Swordsmen."

A war to reclaim the throne of the Family.

In that war, Jin planned to carry out a feat that only he could achieve in Runcandel.