72 – 72. Regnas, the Sword Saint (1)

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Regnas, despite being labeled as the regicide for slaughtering the king and nobles of Pug Kingdom, was still revered as the Sword Saint by the Kingdom of Bomon.

Not only Regnas.

The members of the missing Saint’s party were in a similar situation.

The Kingdom of Bomon, founded during the conquest of the Demon King’s territory, praised the Saint’s party that led the Third Race War to victory as saviors of humanity. Thus, the Kingdom of Bomon warmly welcomed Regnas, who had fallen from grace as a regicide, as an honored guest.

“O Holy Sword Saint, please give us your command.”

A man in full armor knelt down as he respectfully placed a rugged crown on the ground.

Tarrant von Bomon.

The king of the Kingdom of Bomon and the commander of the Bomon Order of Knights.

The brave king and knights who had achieved invincibility against the Demon King’s army pledged allegiance. The deep respect and admiration for the Sword Saint as a warrior who revered martial arts were palpable.

“We apologize for coming without notice.”

“No need for formalities…! Please, give any command.”

If the fact that they had cordially received the regicide became known, they would face condemnation from numerous countries, including the Valtaria Empire and the Gael Empire.

Regnas looked at the king and knights with eyes filled with guilt.

He had entangled innocent people.

If a battle were to break out at the Immortal Fortress, it would bring devastating consequences.

Yet, the king and knights remained steadfast.

Their hearts were filled with a desire to repay the grace they had received from the Saint’s party, who had defeated the Demon King and saved humanity. The knights of the Kingdom of Bomon were truly men of honor to the core.

“Surely, there will be unrest.”

“I heard that the Valtaria Empire has been under attack by the Society of Ideals. Are we to confront the Society of Ideals who attacked the Empire?”

Legnas spoke in a flustered voice.

Tarrant, with a puzzled expression, spoke up.

“No. Just… Someone I need to meet here.”

“Excuse me?”

“A warrior. He should be arriving soon.”

“A warrior…! Are you saying the warrior who disappeared long ago is coming back!”

Tarrant gasped.

The knights of the Boemon Kingdom listening to the conversation were equally taken aback.

The warrior.

A sudden appearance like a comet, the war hero.

And the mysterious ghost who vanished right after bringing down the impregnable fortress.

Swallowing hard, Legnas shuddered, knowing the warrior, recorded as an incredible legend, was about to arrive at the impregnable fortress. The king and knights felt a thrilling mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through them.

“Surely, the moment he faces me… he will pull the trigger. That’s the kind of person he is.”

“W-what…!”

A chilling statement.

To be aimed at by an old comrade, to have a gun pointed at oneself.

The possibility of a battle was looming.

The anxiety that the Sword Saint and the warrior might clash in the Boemon Kingdom gripped them.

If the heroes representing humanity were to truly clash, the entire kingdom would turn into a battlefield. Tarrant looked at Legnas with eyes filled with concern.

“No need to be so alarmed. That’s just his unique way of greeting.”

“….”

Legnas said with a smile tinged with longing. His casual demeanor seemed to have been met with overly aggressive greetings from the warrior.

Not a laughing matter at all…

Who on earth fires a gun without warning?

The king and knights exchanged uneasy glances, licking their lips nervously.

“You need not worry, Your Majesty. I assure you.”

“Yes, I understand…”

Legnas, having assured the king of Boemon Kingdom’s safety, began to move. By now, Edanthe would have received the news.

How should I face him?

Hmm.

First, I must deflect the bullets.

As Legnas stepped outside, he eventually climbed the fortress walls. It was to reminisce about the past glory of crossing the continent and subduing countless monsters.

* * *

While the Boemon Kingdom was established as the demon forces’ territories were reclaimed, malevolent creatures tainted by powerful magic still lurked in the vicinity.

To support the kingdom, the Shining Kingdom dispatched troops.

Following orders, the Shining Kingdom forces engaged in fierce battles with the creatures, pushing the frontlines forward.

When the battles were nearing an end,

Word spread that Legnas, who had fallen as the king’s executioner, had entered the impregnable fortress.

“Lady Saint!”

“C-could it be, the Lady Saint herself is here…!”

High-ranking paladins in charge of the troops moved urgently.

The Lady Saint, with flowing silvery hair, accompanied by a cute girl like a fairy, had arrived at the paladins’ encampment.

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The First Saint had arrived.

The encampment, previously buzzing with the appearance of the Sword Saint, was once again filled with commotion.

Javelin, who had arrived in the Boemon Kingdom through the Warp Gate multiple times, immediately inquired the paladins about the Sword Saint’s whereabouts. Edanthe, who was about to embark on a solo mission soon, was also expected to reveal himself.

“The Sword Saint continues to stay in the impregnable fortress. I confirmed his presence this morning.”

“Maintain secrecy. It must not be revealed to the public yet.”

Intentionally, Javelin did not inform the Shining Kingdom that the Sword Saint had appeared in the impregnable fortress. If the Shining Kingdom and the Council were to learn of it, they would undoubtedly escalate the situation.

A dramatic stage was needed to announce the return of the warrior.

Hence, they aimed to strictly exclude any interference that might act as spoilers.

How far had Edanthe come?

The Lady Saint, dressed in pure white robes, raised her head, recalling Edanthe’s figure.

“What happened to the creatures tainted by dark magic?”

“We’ve mostly subdued the creatures that attacked the kingdom, but the leader is still holding out. Despite multiple applications of holy magic, he persists, a stubborn one.”

“Stay vigilant. Creatures tainted by dark magic become fiercer as they are cornered.”

“Yes, understood!”

A malevolent magic seemed to ride the wind.

It hinted that the leader of the many creatures was still alive.

By now, they must be preparing for a counterattack.

As Javelin felt the magic growing denser, she grimaced.

“Lady Saint, will Ethan be alright? Will he come back to himself?”

As the holy knights stepped back, Rue asked in a trembling voice.

Perhaps it was because Edan was farther away than ever.

Rue, who usually appeared innocent and carefree, now looked like a drenched puppy, completely deflated with fear of being abandoned by Maximilian and possibly Edan as well.

“It’s alright, he’ll be back soon.”

He might have left me.

He might never come back for me.

Fear filled Rue’s tear-streaked emerald eyes.

Watching Rue, overwhelmed with fear, Javelin felt a sense of empathy. She had experienced the pain of parting with a loved one, shedding tears like a young fairy, in the past.

“Edan has never broken a promise before. I’m sure we’ll see him by tomorrow.”

“But what if…? Every time he gets angry, he threatens to leave himself in the mountains.”

“Surely Edan wouldn’t abandon Rue? Unless he’s become as senile as the Marquis of Hohenberg….”

“Mm.”

Now was the time to believe and wait.

After waiting for three long years, could they not endure just three days?

Three days.

The time Edan had promised.

As Javelin withdrew all the holy knights deployed to the immortal fortress, she awaited the news Edan would send.

***

The immortal fortress had once suffered the shame of collapsing under fierce bombardment.

However, restored by the Knights of Beaumont, who had driven out the demonic forces and reclaimed the territory, the immortal fortress now stood proudly, impregnable as ever.

Majestic walls like sheer cliffs.

Gateways that denied any attack and turrets positioned in all directions to repel intruders.

It felt like stepping back in time.

Or rather,

The fortress that had weathered consecutive storms now stood even stronger.

Edan, gazing at the impregnable fortress, adjusted the iron mask on his face and let out a heavy sigh. It was because of the presence of the vampire clinging to him like a shadow.

“I am willing to assist you, Master Crusader. Please entrust me!”

“…Just stay behind and watch. I can’t trust you enough to leave you alone.”

The vampire, with beautiful black hair cascading down, eagerly pressed the mask onto Edan, who concealed his identity with the iron mask.

It was different from the rough iron mask.

The mask made of Arielle’s blood displayed an elegance fit for a ball.

It was a crucial opportunity to announce the greatness of the Master Crusader to the ignorant humans.

It also marked a turning point, declaring the arrival of the harbinger of war in a peaceful world.

The vampire, showing excitement like a child, awaited Edan’s command.

“It’s truly annoying. I thought I would never have to see you again….”

Fate is truly a cruel thing.

To summon back the specter that had disappeared in the past.

If the knights of Beaumont were to join the Crusaders, the situation would become more complicated. Of course, the Crusaders would not use unrelated people as cannon fodder, but they always had to be prepared for the worst.

Let’s finish this as quickly as possible.

Even if it means fighting against one who has fallen to become the king’s executioner.

“Let’s go.”

The two eyes of the war fanatic hidden beneath the iron mask turned dark.

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