The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 326

57. Seojeon (7)

The moment I pulled out the ‘Morning Star’, the two main long swords, from the sword stand, I heard a voice from within the shadows.

“Do not be on your guard.”

A middle-aged man’s voice that was quiet without high or low. Mungchi, who had been sleeping soundly, heard the voice and quickly stood up. The guy hurriedly pulled out the sword he had hidden under the pillow. Perhaps it was because he believed in his own senses, he seemed a little taken aback by the fact that he had finally noticed the popularity in the shadows.

“Do not be on your guard.”

He let out a sneer as he pointed the knife at the repeated voice.

“Shouldn’t such words be revealed first? I’m going to come forward and this rat. ”

I rushed right into the drawing and was contemplating whether to swing the morning star or pour out the blood, but surprisingly the protagonist with a voice appeared obediently.

I was a little surprised. It was because there was not one but three figures walking out under the light, and none of them were visible.

They look just like assassins.

All three of them were wearing black armor. Seeing that there was no luster and no sound in movement, it looked like greaves made of non-metallic materials, such as carved bones.

His face was also covered in black armor, but it seemed that he was wearing a skull-shaped mask.

Upon closer inspection, there were fine white letters engraved on the surface of the armor. It might be a spell or a spell.

“Do not be on your guard.”

The middle person repeated the words for the third time and then slowly stepped forward.

Looking back, unlike the other two, he had a black fur ornament resembling a lion’s mane wrapped around his mask.

“We also don’t want to create a conflict with the Marquis of Arya, so please cooperate with us in a quiet conversation.”

“It’s a quiet conversation.”

Seeing that the morning star was quiet, it didn’t seem like an undead or a demon.

However, since I can’t let go of my guard, I pulled out another longsword, ‘Black Ice’, and gripped it with a sneering smile.

“To ask for cooperation from rats who broke into other people’s rooms at night. Aren’t you being a little shameless?”

“I will reward you with a small favor for your rudeness

.”

The person standing on the left sneaked forward and placed an envelope on the bed.

It was one of three letters addressed to Mberta and Dylan.

“…Are they the ones from the bank?”

“exactly.”

“Why did you bring this up?”

“A letter to the Boathorn Inn in South Harbor. This one will be returned, but I will ship the other two.” “Return?”

“Boatgodong Inn is closed. It is currently being used by the guards.”

As I narrowed my eyes, the man in black armor continued to speak.

“Edgar, the innkeeper,

died on July 8th of last year. I was murdered.”

“…what?”

“It is known for the work of a vicious murderer called ‘The Artist’.”

The owner of the boat horned inn was murdered? to the artist?

“It is nonsense. What bullshit are you talking about?”

“I didn’t know the details until the end. There are few gang members in the South.”

You said I killed the owner?

Was it? no it’s not There’s no way I would have done something stupid like that.

My head was tangled up at the unexpected news, but the man from the bank continued.

“Zacharys has taken the Stormblade.”

Zacharys? storm sword?

He forced his confusion to calm down and slowly recalled the sentence.

“Zacharys is the first prince?”

“exactly. Crown Prince Zacharis.”

“He got the Stormblade? If it’s a storm sword for a moment-”

I cupped my forehead with the hand holding the morning star.

“That’s Renka’s nickname.”

“Right. It’s the nickname that barbarian got in the eastern part of the kingdom.”

Lenka is a fugitive warrior of the Gitgula tribe, sister-in-law of the soul shaman Karamek, and a berserker character like Utequai.

That she went under the crown prince’s command?

“No way. Zanavas…

“You know that druid, too. He is the one who handed over the Stormsword to the King’s first rider, Baron ‘Thunderblade’ Geisel.”

I nodded slowly.

“…Yes, after obtaining the desired information, you handed it over to the Horseman of the King. But is Renka still alive? He blew off the head of another king’s rider, Baron Innomen.”

“Lionel III loved Baron ‘Iron Hoof’ Innomen and his family, the Honkel family. But Zacharys didn’t seem to like it very much. I took care of it like that on behalf of the king who was in bed.”

“Such nonsense. I heard that killing the rider of the king was tantamount to treason.”

“Zacharys is the man who will soon sit on the throne. Some may be disaffected in their hearts, but who dares to disobey him?”

“O’ —- The .

It’s a pain in the ass.

It was about time to leave Modos.

In order to save the two siblings of the Rao family that Lenka had imprisoned in subspace in some way, and also to get rid of Baron Shaenna’s suspicion towards me, I sent a bundle and secretly helped Zanavas save Lenka.

But I thought things would turn out like this.

Zacharys was the one who regarded Ulkar as a thorn in his eye, so he had passed on the fearsome power of berserkers to his enemies.

“…Ha damn it.”

I’ll just kill you when I get a chance.

When Utequai brought up her mother’s wishes and said something she didn’t understand, such as saying that Lenka had work to do, she should have just ignored it.

I clicked my tongue and looked at the man with black mane.

“Did you come all the way here to give me this information?”

“no. I already told you. This is just a reward for your rudeness.”

“So, the information about the Boathorn Inn and Lenka is a reward for breaking in under the cover of night?”

“So to speak.”

I stared at the black face armor the man was wearing. The shadow cast by the faint candlelight hid her eyes.

“Then why are you here?”

“Please make an appointment before the main discussion.”

” promise?”

“You promised not to call the guards.”

Feeding – Laughter comes out spontaneously.

“why? Could it be that I’m afraid of you, you bastard rats, and at least scream loudly?”

“It’s not the guards you have to worry about, it’s this side.”

As dark red ice slowly sprouted from the raised blade, the three In-yeong stiffened with tension.

“…I’m not ignoring you, so don’t overreact.”

The middle-aged voice continued calmly.

“We risked breaking into the marquis’s palace to meet you, and we rewarded you with courtesy for the rudeness. Then shouldn’t we hear the story?”

“…yes what. Promise not to call security. But if you do anything nonsense, all of you will cut your body in two.”

He let out a small sigh and nodded.

“Okay… so? Are you the guy called the chief?”

“exactly.”

“Then can I see your face?”

After standing for a while, the man unfastened the ring under his chin and took off his mask.

“……uh?”

It was an ordinary impression, difficult to pinpoint, but I opened my eyes wide. It is because he was an Asian, or a person from the Eastern continent.

I was surprised to see that the bundle was the same, and when I glanced around, the guy was looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Are you from the East?”

“My ancestors did.”

“It doesn’t look like a mixed race.”

“Thanks to the efforts of our ancestors to protect the lineage of our homeland.”

“Homeland?”

“It is the name of a great country that existed in the distant East.”

The man calmly continued to speak.

“Just as the Empire that encompassed the Western Continent collapsed hundreds of years ago and split into Milanol, Mittergerand, and Amir, the Five W of the East are also nations that were born when their homeland collapsed four hundred years ago.”

“…Are you a descendant of that homeland?”

“Not just me, but the entire organization.”

“What is that organization?”

A haunting voice followed.

“The Three Swords Association (三劍會).”

“…The Triad? Are you really scary bastards?”

“No, I said it was the Three Swords Association.”

“What is it?”

something is regretful

I asked, scratching my eyebrows.

“I can smell something secret just by looking at it, can I just reveal it like this?”

“It’s not just revealing. All according to plan.”

The captain continued his explanation with an expressionless face.

“The Three Swords Association is an organization that was born right after the fall of our homeland. An organization organized to protect the three swords that were the treasures of the homeland.”

At that moment, something passed through my mind.

The secret society ‘The Company’.

It was a name that appeared in a dedicated quest for the Swordsman class.

“…you didn’t come to see me.”

The man shut his mouth. And this nodded my head.

“I have come to see the person by your side.”

As his gaze turned to Mungchi, the boy’s dark eyes flashed with vigilance and fixed his sword.

I took a step forward and blocked the chief’s gaze.

“why?”

“Because he is needed in the Middle Earth for the Three Swordsmen.”

“What do you want to know about the bundle?”

“You know a lot.”

He continued talking while making eye contact with me.

“His first name was ‘Unknown No. 26′. That’s the name I got when I was sixteen.”

“And four years later, when I set off to assassinate Marquis Alphard, the guardian of the eastern kingdom, I became the first unknown.”

Looking back, Moongchi shook his head with his eyes wide open.

“I was just called anonymous. I don’t know about Nameless No. 1.”

“I wouldn’t have told you. They will only see you as a tool.” I asked with a firm face, glaring at the captain who answered instead.

“…What does it have to do with you guys’ Martial Arts Association?”

“They and us are like two sides of the same coin. They were born at the same time and pursue similar things.”

“Something similar?”

“I can’t say more than that.”

After the stern words, an explanation followed.

“The Martial Arts Association did not recognize his true talent. It’s because I lost my spirit.”

“You lost your spirit?”

“We have it. It exists as a three-handed sword. Thanks to him, after watching him for a long time, I was able to see through his talent.”

“What talent?”

“Your talent as a real phantom god.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, so tell me to listen closely.”

“The details are not important. The point is that we need him for Middle-earth.”

The man spoke in a tone that was neither slow nor fast.

“Destruction Sword, Stamina Sword, Weird Sword. These are the three treasures of the Three Swords Association.”

“Pasa sword, sword sword, sword sword…

A familiar name. They are unique weapons.

“It is a divine instrument created in ancient times to face the tribulations of the middle world. They are indispensable treasures now that the border with the second dimension is increasing.”

I just listened to his explanation in silence as a familiar story came out.

“Originally, the Lord of the Three Swordsmen managed all three treasures, but he couldn’t do that because he lost his main stream.”

“Does losing the main stream mean that you are no longer qualified?”

“…similar. Because it takes a special talent to handle the three swords.”

The man looked at me quietly.

It’s like, ‘How did you know that?’ I seemed to be asking, but I just pointed the dark red blade at him, fixing my sword and gripping it.

“what? Please continue explaining.”

“…Eventually the organization found an owner for each of the three treasures. That was already two hundred years ago.”

“so?”

“Divine swords that serve different masters do not harmonize their energy and lead to disaster. So, the master swordsman settled down in Mi Tergerant, the master swordsman Weiwai settled down in Amir, and the master swordsman Pasa settled down here in Milanol, and created a lower organization.”

“A subsystem?”

“Today, they are called ‘Witch Hunters’, ‘Assassination Cult’, and banks respectively.” I don’t know much about the Assassination Church, but I’ve heard of the Witch Hunters. The organization that the zombie-like witch hunters I met in Longville belonged to was the Witch Hunters.

“…that’s the same organization as your bank?”

“exactly. It’s like a brother relationship.”

The Company, so I knew that the Three Swords Association was a secret society, but I didn’t know that it spanned continents.

“Not long ago, one of them, the Pasa Sword Master, passed away.”

“…What are you doing?” “It’s just that you’ve reached the end of your lifespan, so

don’t misunderstand.”

I let out a deep sigh as I lowered the knife I was aiming at the three assassins from the bank.

“The conclusion is that the new owner of the Pasa Sword must be a mungchi?”

“exactly.”

“Why is it this guy?”

“Oh, because he is a true phantom.”

“What is a real phantom phantom again?”

“There is an evil custom called ‘weeding out’ in Yunguo of the East.”

“I know that. He said that being a father in a poor house was a thing. If the Martial Arts Association takes these kids and raises them to become assassins, then they are phantoms.”

The mayor nodded.

“Right. However, not all illusionists are the same.”

“Explain.”

“Among the children abandoned in the woods or mountains, there are real phantoms among them. It was not abandoned by the mother, but the case where the soul of a dead child gained a body after wandering around the dimensional boundary.”

I looked back at the bundle, stunned. But the guy just kept his eyes wide open as if he couldn’t understand.

“…So you’re saying that the group is the kid who came back from the dead?”

“It’s not just about dying and coming back to life. The body that was lost is newly reborn.”

“Such nonsense.”

“He acquired all the skills allowed by the martial arts society at the age of 16. How could such a thing be possible if he had not been of extraordinary origin?” He glanced out the window.

“Soon the sound absorption barrier will dissipate. We must hurry.”

“…a sound absorption barrier? What did you mean by saying not to call the guards on the subject of such a thing?”

“It is only a stopgap. If you shout as hard as you can, the barrier will break right away.”

“What happened to the barrier so it breaks at the sound of yelling?”

“Because your shouting is not ordinary. A shout louder than the sound of a horn would easily break the low-level sound absorption barrier.”

The three assassins backed out toward the corner of the bedroom.

“We don’t have time. If you don’t hurry, the Pasa Sword will go looking for the owner.”

“After the sword is looking for the owner?”

“Then the master will not own the sword, but the sword will own the master. The master must find the sword first.”

With ominous words, the three figures began to melt into the darkness.

“Wait a minute!”

“So you’re a real phantom.”

Wearing a mask with black fur decorations, the chief looked straight at the bundle.

“Come see me as soon as the day breaks. It’s just that you don’t have time either.”

Mung-chi, whose face hardened, reached out to me instead of answering, and I held his hand.

“Remember, we have no time.”

After saying that, the visitors suddenly disappeared.