episode_0107

The air stings as if piercing the skin. As a result, the desire to win becomes increasingly overwhelming. The room was filled with so much demonic energy that it made my nose tingle.

The restaurant was not a place to relax and eat something. It was fortunate that he didn’t show off, but it was probably good for Yuma, the source of demonic energy.

“What are you doing?”

Yuma gestured to the three people who were as frozen as wood and stone.

“The long-awaited meal will get cold. Please sit down quickly.”

“…Sure.”

Glenn nodded and pulled up the chair across from Siron. However, as we sat down one by one, it became a strange composition.

The distance between Lucia and Siriel, as well as Siron, had widened too much. As Siron was sitting at the end of the wide rectangle, it was an inevitable choice for Glenn, but wasn’t he treated like an outsider?

However, Glenn cannot sit next to Siron.

Glenn is the head of the Prien family, the elder, and Siron’s father. Glenn’s respect and pride did not allow him to sit awkwardly next to his son. Even though he didn’t think so in his mind, Glenn’s instincts in his subconscious told him to sit across from Siron.

‘What is this awkward composition?’

Shiron also had strange thoughts. I just sat down as Yuma instructed… but it seemed like I was deliberately keeping my distance.

Since this was not what he wanted, Siron motioned to Yuma, who was standing behind him.

“Yuma.”

“Yes. Master.”

“Isn’t the table too big? Still, it’s been a while since I last met my family.”

Yuma bowed his head and stretched out his hand into the air.

She held out both hands and clenched them into fists.

Hook- Hook-

span. One step.

Three steps. The table has narrowed down.

However, the dishes or food on the table were not disturbed. Yuma’s magic was so exquisite that it was worthy of being called perfect.

“Good.”

Siron looked at Glenn with a satisfied smile. Red hair, golden eyes. Other than that, their appearances were so similar that they looked very similar to Siron.

Siron did not greet me first. He stayed quiet to see how Glenn would turn out.

For a long time, their eyes met in the air.

Glenn smiled and spoke warm words.

“It’s been a while, son.”

“Yes. That’s how it happened.”

Instead of bowing his head, Shiron smiled.

*

Glenn Frien. A human male in his early to mid 40s. Prien’s matriarch.

And someone with a strange head…

Before possession. That was my only appreciation of the fragmentary information given.

*

Those sitting around the table ate without saying a word. There was no conversation and the only sound that could be heard in the spacious room was the sound of clinking dishes, so although we exchanged greetings, the atmosphere was always awkward.

‘I feel like I’m out of breath just eating.’

Siron quickly swallowed the sliced piece of meat.

Even Hugo, who seemed quiet and solemn, spoke to him about various things to make it easier for him to speak first, but the man named Glenn was even more silent than Hugo, despite his cool appearance.

‘Well, I just stopped by for a moment while I was slaughtering apostles, so there’s nothing I can do about it.’

Siriel thought Glenn was an exceptionally handsome middle-aged man, but the first thing Siron noticed was the shadow on his eyes.

Like previous Prien matriarchs, Glenn Prien was devoting his life to killing apostles.

‘If it’s not the holy sword, I can’t die.’

In Reincarnated Swordsman, an apostle is shown as a being who can only be killed with a holy sword.

By giving the symbolism of being a hero, we want to make the player feel special about being chosen. Or to metaphorize the contradiction of not being able to save the world no matter how much you want to save it unless you are the chosen one…

When I was doing Reincarnation Geomshin, I passed over the passage because it was something I read to kill time.

Now that the game has become a reality, it only feels like the creator’s malicious intent.

Siron felt sorry for Glenn.

A hell where you can’t feel any sense of accomplishment despite your best efforts. Because Glenn Frien was a man living in hell.

In the past, just like Kylie did.

‘by the way. ‘Do you have any questions?’

Siron rolled his eyes to the side and looked at Lucia. He looks like he is not happy about this situation and has been waking up for a while.

Lucia must have a lot of questions about Glenn, the matriarch of Prien, as his true identity is, but contrary to expectations, she only focused on making fun of the dishes.

It’s strange. Even before she went to Lucerne, she gritted her teeth whenever the topic of Glenn came up, but when we actually met her face, she didn’t say a word.

‘So does Siriel.’

Siron, who could not see anything, wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“…What is the coming-of-age ceremony about?”

Siron spoke evenly and evenly.

The common interest of the four people sitting at the table is the coming-of-age ceremony that will be held soon. Although he had a rough idea of what the coming of age ceremony would be like, Siron wanted to break the awkward atmosphere first.

“You mean a coming of age ceremony.”

Glenn, who was drinking wine, answered. His face lit up as if he was waiting for a question.

Huh- Glenn cleared his throat and cleared his throat.

“Well… The purpose of the coming-of-age ceremony is to check whether a person has become a warrior who can do his or her job properly.”

“…Warrior?”

Lucia raised her head.

“Okay. It may seem a bit unexpected, but the Prien family is a very old-fashioned family. Since it’s been 500 years, the words to express it are also very crude.”

Lucia’s head nodded slightly.

“For 500 years, the content of the coming of age ceremony has not changed. Survive by crossing the Macal Mountains and reaching Makyeong. Although the content changed slightly at times, the challenge of surviving the terrible demonic beasts that attacked at any time of the day or night was the same. Of course, it is basic to procure water and food locally.”

‘So Encia told me to keep some preserved food…’

Siron thought of a maid who was good at playing pranks.

Encia was openly telling Siron to commit cheating. In fact, if the storage ability is used, even Yuma, who is in charge of the test, will not know that Siron is cheating.

“But…”

Glenn stroked his unkempt chin a few times.

“I heard that most of you lived at your brother’s house, not at Yeomyeongseong.”

“…Is that even a problem?”

“It could be a problem.”

Glenn answered Siriel’s question firmly. Siron stared straight ahead, a little puzzled.

“I’m just asking just in case. I don’t believe it’s because I’ve become mentally weak due to living comfortably in the city… or that’s not the reason.”

“…No.”

“Thank goodness.”

Living in the Dawn Castle, where the harsh cold and demonic energy pours in from all directions, naturally develops resistance to demonic energy.

‘But everyone grew up well.’

Glenn looked around at the grown children and smiled happily.

Just like Lucia, who is destined to one day ascend to godhood, Siriel does not resemble his older brother in any way, but he already possesses power comparable to Lucia.

And the theory…

‘Luckily he didn’t die.’

A smile appears and disappears on Glenn’s face.

‘Has the prophecy gone wrong this time?’

The eyes looking at Siron became thin.

‘…divinity.’

“Because I had to live in Dawn Castle and learn how to survive in the demon world.”

Glenn blinked a few times and continued.

Lucia listened to him.

The Demonic Land was definitely not a place for people to live.

I don’t know because I haven’t been there now, but all the places called ‘Magyeong’ boasted a poor environment.

In places like deserts where it is difficult to find even a sip of water,

There were places surrounded by volcanoes on all sides, and there were places where lightning struck all year round.

The Demonic Land is a land for killing humans.

‘I’m fine. but.’

Lucia sipped wine and glanced sideways at Siron.

‘Even if Siriel is like that, is Siron okay?’

Siron, who listened to Glenn like a stone, seemed a little more mature than usual. Siron’s attitude was undisturbed even when Glenn said he was going to the magic world.

A sharp nose, a neat jawline, and intelligent eyes. Black eyes of unknown depth. He looked cooler than usual. With that appearance, where can we imagine him abandoning Lucia?

‘…Are you drunk?’

Lucia pinched her thigh and turned her gaze back to Glenn.

“Then, when does the coming-of-age ceremony begin? It’s okay for me to start tomorrow.”

“Don’t be in a hurry. The content of this coming of age ceremony is completely different from the coming of age ceremonies that have been held so far.”

Glenn smiled happily at Lucia’s proactive attitude. The meal was quickly finished and no one touched the plate. Glenn stared at Siron’s back.

“Yuma.”

“Yes.”

Before he knew it, Yuma was holding a large piece of paper in his hand. The table was cleared in an instant by the waiting maids, and Yuma spread the paper on the table.

A rough line running through the center of the paper caught my eye.

“The white line is the Macal Mountains. And, this is Dawn Castle.”

A pillar of light rising from the map pointed to a point on the map. It was Glenn’s magic.

The pillar slowly moved the map. As if that was the path to the right answer, and Glenn’s magic stopped at some point.

Across the White Mountains. The edge of the map.

“A week later.”

A slightly heated breath came out of Glenn’s mouth.

“An apostle will appear here.”

“…”

Glenn did not say the following.

*

3rd floor of Dawn Castle.

Although it had been a long time since the Castle of Dawn was vacated, there was never a case where the bathroom that Siron enjoyed using was not maintained.

Siron raised his head as he soaked in the bathtub.

“How is your father?”

“Do you want to be honest?”

The one-horned woman foamed her hands and spoke.

“I don’t know if the time has come for a change.”

“…Isn’t it too early?”

“Master, do you remember? On the day of the succession ceremony.”

-There is no next time. This is over now.

A child barely ten years old making a bold declaration. Yuma recalled the not-so-distant past.

Yuma placed his hand on Siron’s shoulder, which was exposed above the water. A soft, calloused hand gently stroked my bare skin.

“There are only five Prien left. There are only three Priendos who will attend the coming-of-age ceremony. In the past, there were times when I was twenty, and there were times when I was fifty. The magic area is too wide to be in charge of alone.”

“That’s right.”

“I can’t see the future, but I know very well what humans look like right before they die.”

Yuma’s hand moved from his shoulder to his neck and then to his ear.

She was massaging her ear and earlobe and burst into laughter.

“The matriarch’s skills are still the same, but she is very tired. You must quickly show your skills at the coming-of-age ceremony and prepare for the next generation.”

You must kill the apostle to show that there is an end.

Yuma swallowed the last words.

I am not doubting the authenticity of the holy sword that Siron showed me. However, her heart is uneasy.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to kill the apostle even if I cut his head off with the holy sword.

Even if there was a true holy sword, I was afraid it would never reach the apostle.

Yuma believes in poetry, but hundreds of years of repeated failures keep bringing out bad ideas.

but,

“Is the blacksmith still there?”

“…Yes?”

“After killing the apostle, I have to go get the sword.”

The depth of the water did not last long. He doesn’t seem to think about failure. The corners of Yuma’s mouth slowly turn up at the master’s glowing face.

“…Atmos and Dolby. Which of the two are you?”

“Both.”

‘It was definitely that name.’

Giant Atmos.

Fairy Dolby.

Yuma thought of the owner of the blacksmith shop beyond the mountain range.