Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Between Rescue and Kidnap (1)

Raondel’s day was tough.

First, he woke up early in the morning, cleaned Seira’s room, and brought her a meal.

“Princess, I’ve prepared a meal for you.”

And he went back to his room and took a rest for a while.

Afterward, he served lunch.

“Princess, I’ve prepared a meal…”

Afterward, he prepared dinner after going back and forth the street for small errands.

“Princess, I’ve prepared a meal…”

Afterward, his daily routine was to clean up, rest a little, and go to bed.

“… Wait! You practically do nothing!”

Naturally, Effir was dumbfounded to hear Raondel’s schedule.

“What kind of servant is that? He lives a sedentary life.”

When she had followed Ryu Han-bin and Artis in the countryside, she was busy cleaning, laundry, cooking, preparing clothes, and repairing wagons all day.

Han-bin didn’t mean to abuse her, but he couldn’t help it because he couldn’t use magic tools due to level problems.

Simultaneously, she practiced the Magic Swordsmanship steadily, leaving her no time to rest.

She even worried if she could hang out like that while she was taking a break.

“Wow, can a person live without doing anything like him?”

Seira bitterly smiled as she faced the bewildered Effir.

“I know that, but if I order something else, he makes mistakes.”

For Raondel, who had lived his whole life enjoying what others had taken care of, it was a hard enough day to take care of himself.

“Even now, people think I’m avenging against what I’ve been through.”

Raondel’s facial expression was almost like a galleys-rowing slave.

He got impoverished day by day even though he only did minimal tasks.

To those who didn’t know what was going on, they might think that he was suffering from harsh abuse all day.

And so did Einstale, the special forces of the Kaldris Kingdom.

* * *

At a two-story house with a dim view of the royal palace of Allendia in the distance, a dozen men gathered in a wooden house.

Everyone had a surprisingly ordinary impression.

Even if someone passed right next to them, he couldn’t remember any face.

It was a specialized impression for infiltration and intelligence operations.

Einstale’s head, Horns, murmured as he looked through the list.

“Raondel, the third prince of Atransas…”

The documents were based on information from spies sent in the Fairy Kingdom.

“He’s now Princess Seira’s servant. Originally, the princess was assigned to Raondel, wasn’t she?”

“The regime has changed, after all.”

“That’s a good appointment.”

Horns snapped at the papers.

“If he’s the servant of the chief of the royal palace, we’ll be able to dig in.”

The former Fairy King Loflan and Fairy Queen Hollien were confined in the royal palace.

That place was under strict surveillance with solid power to match their importance.

The most potent force in the Fairy Kingdom, in name and reality, had defeated even the 1st and 2nd Corps of Allendia Army.

The official name was the 1st Templar Corps of the Darkness Church, but everyone called it the Sword King Legion, Army, or Battalion.

“It’s not that the troops themselves are strong. Rather, it’s purely dependent on Felard Bean and his party.”

Horns frowned upon his subordinate’s report.

“Anyway, isn’t that battalion the strongest in reality? There must be no room to dig in.”

After arriving in the capital of the Fairy Kingdom, Einstale immediately began infiltration.

They found a person who could be bought or threatened to fill the Sword King Legion’s gap, guarding the royal villa.

But it wasn’t easy at all.

It was because the Sword King Army was loyal.

It wasn’t just loyalty to the kingdom or the Church.

Instead, they were more loyal to Felard Bean.

The subordinate, who got the information, shook his head.

“All of them have seen with their own eyes how powerful the new Sword King is. They couldn’t even think of betraying him.”

That was right.

At that moment, neither the enemies nor allies called Felard Bean ‘the heir to the Sword King.’

It was after the six denominations officially announced the death of the Sword King Baotolt.

-The great fighter, the Sword King Baotolt, died trying to stop the Top Three conspiring with the devil! Not only did they sin against the world and the Goddesses, but they betrayed their old friend! Such sins are unforgivable!

The story was hard to believe.

Did the Sword King, who seemed invincible, really die?

But they couldn’t help but believe it.

It was what the incarnation of darkness said himself.

Of course, if they didn’t believe in the incarnation of darkness, they didn’t have to believe that either.

But there were other reasons to trust the news of his death.

“Think about it. If the Sword King were alive, would he just watch them?”

“No way, he won’t just leave the six Churches after they disguised as his death…”

“He would have drawn his sword and burned them to the ground.”

“But he hasn’t responded in months.”

“And the disciple acknowledges the death of his teacher.”

“Then…”

“Oh, my God, he’s dead!”

People were surprised and angry.

Baotolt, who wasn’t affiliated with anything but a sword, was an idol of many Hunters.

Hunter’s Guilds throughout the continent and Serkaltan, where the Grand Maze Kaltan was located, spread the news to Kaldris and Rune, the Mado Kingdom.

The two kingdoms also issued statements as the Hunter forces had left the country in large numbers since they couldn’t only watch it.

-I can’t listen to the lies of the fake incarnation anymore, so I must tell the truth. King Baotolt, the Sword King, came to life hunting for the divine beast Kruse Murg. The Top Three were old friends and colleagues who collected only his belongings.

The relic and evidence were the Spirit Stone of the divine beast Kruse Murg, which the Sinkers kept.

-You are being deceived, heir to Baotolt. Who was your teacher supposed to kill in the first place? Our old friend shared his sword with the absolute power he dreamed of all his life and died without regret. How can you make his death so shameful!

That was also a plausible story.

It was somewhat true.

If both arguments were plausible, the opinions were bent inward.

Thanks to that, the Hunters of Latna split in two.

Some sided with the Two Continental Powers, and some with the six Churches.

Unfortunately, the intention to separate the Hunter forces was a failure. There was no significant change in the power structure.

The only thing that had changed was Ryu Han-bin’s title.

“Finding the whereabouts of the Sword King is a top priority. However, if you face him head-on, there’s no chance of winning.”

Looking at the troubled Horns, other men alternately spoke.

“The Sword King isn’t the only problem. Isn’t there a new Top Four?”

“I’ve heard that the spiritual boxer often appears in the palace.”

The Top Four wasn’t the new title of the present era.

For generations in Latna, the most powerful had been referred to as the Aura Warriors, Magic Swordsmen, Spiritists, and Mages.

But Baotolt was dead.

The Transcendental had lost her strength and became an ordinary Nymph.

Then what about the most robust Aura user and Spiritist?

Along with ‘Felard Bean the Sword King,’ ‘Leon Hart the Spiritual Boxer’ was also named part of the new Top Four.

Of course, by level alone, level 121 Sages Guild leader Plater Cabane was slightly higher than Leon Hart.

However, he was a thorough scholar type, had no combat experience, and was an old man of more than 70 years old.

Anyone could see that the spiritual boxer would win if they fought against each other. He might be the best, but he wasn’t the strongest.

Currently, Latna’s strongest Spiritist was Leon Hart.

“Although there’s a big gap between the spiritual boxer and the other Top Three…”

Horns sighed.

“It’s the same for us.”

What’s the difference between a leopard and a tiger from the rabbit’s point of view?

The moment they met, the rabbit would be devoured whole.

“Is it only Prince Raondel that’s worthy of infiltration after all? But there’s a possibility he’s a trap.”

“That’s why I looked into it a little bit more, and I was convinced. Is there anything more pleasant to do than use her master as her servant?”

That was especially the case if the owner was a cheeky royal member of a country.

“She’s not even capable of setting traps in the first place. I think she’s quite useful.”

Horns made a decision.

“Alright, get in touch with that guy.”

* * *

Raondel was walking down the street that day, lamenting over his life.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it…”

It was for the errand of ‘an ungrateful woman whom he cherished and cared for so much.’ Without knowing his grace, she called her old master to the tip of her chin.

It wasn’t a big deal.

It was just that there were new bakeries on the southern street of the capital, so he had to buy some bread.

‘How dare you make me run a small errand that only servants would do?’

Of course, since Seira’s official servant was Raondel, she had him do his work correctly.

But that was the opposite of what he was like. He couldn’t think like that.

“Damn…”

He was walking down the street while gritting his teeth when someone hit him from behind.

“Uh!”

He struggled, but it didn’t work.

In an instant, his mouth was blocked, and his arms were tied up and dragged to the alley.

It happened so quickly that others who were passing by couldn’t notice it.

‘What’s going on?’

Raondel’s shoulders shook in horror.

“Are you Raondel?”

Before him, there were two burly men who subdued him.

“What about you guys?”

It was impossible to identify them because they were dressed in ordinary clothes. But Raondel, a level 30 Magic Swordsman, was stuck, so they had to be more than just ordinary citizens.

The duo revealed their identities.

“We are loyal to the Regent Garhan.”

“To save the Fairy King Loflan and Queen Hollien, we need your cooperation.”

Soon enough, he received a detailed explanation.

Raondel’s heart swelled with joy.

Well, there’s justice!

Of course, since the six great Goddesses protected the world, how could they watch idly as the commoners ruled over the noble lineage?

After the explanation, the man concluded his words in a serious tone.

“Your brother, Prince Roacell, is now in charge of the regent. He said, ‘I’m sure Prince Raondel will do a great job of correcting the order of the world.’”

Hitting his chest, Raondel replied confidently.

“Of course! You will see with your eyes the power of Atransas!”

The two men shook their heads as they watched the back of the young Elf walking out of the alley.

“Wow, that’s…”

“That’s a better reaction than I expected.”

* * *

That evening, at the dining room on the outskirts of the palace.

As usual, Seira was preparing to have dinner with the palace guard.

That day’s monitor was Ryu Han-bin.

In front of the two people sitting at the table, Raondel laid down the silver tray in an elegant manner.

“Lord Felard and Princess Seira. I’ve prepared a meal for you two.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Seira thanked him without much thought.

Raondel shook his head.

“You’re welcome. Isn’t that my job?”

He then looked at Seira with his mellow eyes and gave her a gentle smile.

“If it weren’t you, I would have been dragged to war and killed. I’m always grateful.”

After setting the table in an excellent posture, Raondel bowed politely and withdrew.

“Then have a nice meal.”

Seira looked blank for a moment as he left the room.

“Our Raondel has changed!”

“Yes.”

Ryu Han-bin smiled in a nutty smile.

“They must be here.”