I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 123

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 123

Tomb of Swords

How much deeper had they descended?

A strange energy enveloped their bodies.

Mysterious, yet not threatening in feeling.

Whoooooosh!

Blinding light covered their vision.

Jinhyeok and his companions naturally closed their eyes and turned their heads.

After a brief moment.

A cool breeze began to blow.

Surely they were underwater, yet there was wind?

Chirp chirp chirp.

Following that, the most peaceful bird songs could be heard.

Warm light even tickled their faces.

When they finally opened their eyes.

“Wo… w.”

A completely different scenery from just moments before unfolded.

Jinhyeok stood in some blue forest.

The kind of place where just lying still would naturally heal you.

He looked down at his soaked clothes.

Water dripping down confirmed that being underwater just moments ago wasn’t a dream.

“Woohoo! Spirit paradise!”

An excited Ellia began running around the forest.

Spirits – beings they’d encountered countless times in games and comics.

But in the real world, it was an utterly unfamiliar name.

After getting up, he walked with Seira toward the direction where light was pouring down.

Ellia, who had climbed up into the trees, soon joined them and matched their pace.

Upon leaving the forest, a wide and calm lake appeared.

At its center stood a being that looked unmistakably mystical.

Brilliant golden hair reflecting sunlight and blue eyes visible even from this distance.

No matter how you looked at it, this was far from human.

“It’s a lake spirit. The being that granted us entry. Hm? Master? Are you okay?”

Ellia waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Jinhyeok gave a thumbs up.

“Yeah. I was just thinking that spirits really do exist.”

“There’s a 3,271-year-old elf and bean-sized Yodel, so what’s so surprising now.”

“Now that you mention it, you’re right.”

While the three whispered among themselves.

The spirit rose and began to take steps.

The spirit approached, walking gracefully across the water’s surface.

Coming right up to them, the spirit smiled as brilliantly as her appearance.

“My name is Ariadne, spirit of the lake. I have been waiting for you.”

Ellia and Jinhyeok quietly stepped aside.

Seira, who had been gazing at the spirit, spoke.

“You know me?”

“You are the master of the Black Knight Order. We haven’t met before. I’ve only heard stories. From the person who entrusted this lake to me.”

“The person who entrusted…?”

“The knights who gathered here called him this: Vice-captain of the Black Knight Order, Kan Rendio.”

Seira’s eyes widened.

How could she not know?

The name of the comrade she’d spent the longest time with.

Jinhyeok, listening nearby, clenched his fist.

What was here wasn’t some Lapis gemstone.

It was definitely here.

The Tomb of Swords.

“Before falling asleep, Kan asked me this. If the master of the knight order comes, please guide the way.”

Ariadne slowly stepped aside.

Stairs of light formed beneath the lake that sparkled with ripples.

Before taking a step, Seira looked at Jinhyeok.

“Go ahead first.”

Jinhyeok smiled and waved his hand.

His desire to quickly see the Tomb of Swords was overwhelming.

But he shouldn’t be the first to encounter them.

Only Seira Kinketon, captain of the Black Knight Order, had that qualification.

“I’ll go.”

Seira nodded and entered the lake following the stairs.

‘Breathing…’

Even though it was clearly underwater, she could breathe.

Thanks to the sunlight pouring from the surface and clear water, visibility was also wide.

Seira, who had been descending the stairs, stopped walking.

And took a deep breath.

Dozens of graves spread out before her eyes.

Familiar swords were embedded in graves made of black gemstone.

Seira approached slowly and examined the swords.

Of course they had to be familiar.

These were swords that knights who fought alongside her had cherished and used.

“Kaite Magaroff. Randol Persiphi.”

Seira stood before the graves, spoke their names, and observed a moment of silence.

Ariadne, the lake spirit watching this scene, smiled.

Ariadne had witnessed the final moments of the Black Knight Order.

Whenever they had time, they would talk about Seira.

Sometimes they would tease playfully, but within that was always respect, loyalty, and affection toward her.

‘So this is what she was like.’

The strongest knights that even Ariadne, who had lived thousands of years, had never seen.

She had been secretly curious.

What kind of person could inspire such knights to follow sincerely until their dying moments?

And now, finally, that question was answered.

“Kamen Bride. Sain Ardan.”

There were no names written on the graves.

Just as the knights hadn’t forgotten Seira, she too hadn’t forgotten.

The swords used by those who followed her, and their names.

Standing before the last grave, Seira smiled.

“Kan Rendio.”

Ariadne, who had waited for Seira’s moment of silence, approached.

“The Black Knight Order made a vow before parting, they said. To walk separate paths but share their final rest together. That was the Black Knight Order’s last covenant.”

“That’s right.”

Seira, examining the graves once more, tilted her head.

“What’s that chair in the center of the graves?”

At the center of the pouring sunlight.

A wooden chair that looked incredibly uncomfortable sat there out of nowhere.

Ariadne smiled meaningfully.

“The master of the Black Knight Order, Seira Kinketon. This is your place.”

“My place…?”

Guiding Seira to that spot, Ariadne continued speaking.

“Kan and the knights told me. That you always stood at the very front of the knight order. That you silently bore alone the weight of responsibility and duty to lead and protect everyone.”

“Weight… I’m not sure if I did well.”

“You did wonderfully well. If you hadn’t, these free-spirited knights would never have kept their oath until the very last moment.”

Ariadne placed her hand on the chair.

“Vice-captain Kan said this. That at least in death, at least after finding rest, we would surround and protect you.”

Seira quietly gazed at the chair.

Those were words befitting Kan Rendio.

Though called a demon by enemies, he was incomparably warm to Seira and the knight order.

“He asked me to tell you this when you came. That there’s no place for a captain to be buried in this Tomb of Swords. So when you’re struggling and tired, just drop by and sit for a moment before leaving. Kan and Sain, and the knights worked very hard. To find the most uncomfortable chair in the world. Please sit down.”

Seira sat down in the chair.

“How is the chair?”

“Uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable of all the chairs I’ve sat in.”

“Good. The knights would be happy to hear that.”

Seira smiled and stood up.

The reason she got up quickly wasn’t just because the chair was uncomfortable.

She was currently neither lonely, struggling, nor tired.

Therefore, she would save the rest here.

For a future when she might become tired someday.

“This way.”

Ariadne led Seira deeper into the lake.

It was time to fulfill Kan’s final request.

When the sword revealed itself shortly after, Seira’s eyes widened.

In the graves of Sain Ardan, Kamen Bride, and Kan Rendio, their second swords were embedded.

Seira possessed Sain’s sword Raven and Kamen’s sword Muramasa.

She had wondered where Kan’s sword had gone, but it was here.

A sword placed on an altar-like stone.

It was a sword with blood-like red lines drawn on a pure white background.

“The demon sword of blood, Bloodrain.”

Seira murmured quietly and grasped the sword.

“I’m not sure if I should take this.”

“You must take it. The sword wants to drink more blood with a qualified master… That’s what Kan said. He even anticipated that you would hesitate.”

Seira burst into laughter.

Typical Kan Rendio.

Perhaps because they had spent so much time together.

He often saw through Seira in strange ways.

“I’ll take you out as you wish. To battlefields where more blood exists.”

Seira, having taken Bloodrain, turned around.

And looking at the grave, she showed the brightest smile ever.

While promising to visit often.

Whoooooosh.

Sunlight poured from the surface, illuminating the Tomb of Swords and Seira.

Ariadne smiled happily as well.

Being a spirit of the lake, she could feel it clearly.

The joy of souls who had met someone precious.

The earnestness of souls blessing the path their captain would walk.

Step.

Ariadne stepped back a few paces and took in the sight of Seira and the Tomb of Swords.

‘You finally reached each other.’

The thread of fate that had finally arrived at each other across centuries.

She wanted to remember this for a long time.

This moment that was more sacred and beautiful than anything else.

A couple hours later.

“Wow.”

Jinhyeok, who had emerged from the lake, made an impressed expression.

He had just finished touring the Tomb of Swords.

The solemnity he felt there was indescribable.

“I saw something precious.”

Ellia also smiled contentedly as she looked back at the lake.

A Tomb of Swords guarded by a lake spirit who had lived for thousands of years.

She felt she could understand a little of how noble and great the oath of the knights sleeping here was.

“Come here and wring out some water.”

Ellia handed one of her twin braids to Jinhyeok.

“Gently, okay? It won’t do if they get yanked out.”

“Yeah. Don’t worry.”

He wrung out the water from her hair as carefully as possible.

Her hair was so thick that even a broom would cry and leave.

“There’s so much it seems like some could be pulled out.”

“Don’t have such wicked thoughts, okay? Always remember that your opponent is a 3,271-year-old granny.”

After diligently working on it for a while.

Seira emerged from the lake with the most refreshed face in the world.

As if they had been waiting, Ellia and Jinhyeok approached to wring water from Seira’s hair too.

“Did you finish saying your goodbyes?”

Seira nodded and looked at Jinhyeok.

“It’s thanks to Master.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything.”

“If it weren’t for Master, I wouldn’t have been able to meet them again. Thank you. And Master was right.”

Seira smiled faintly and continued.

“They didn’t regret it. The time they spent with me.”

Jinhyeok puffed out his chest, feeling quite proud.

“I told you! That Seira must have been a really, really good captain.”

It wasn’t simply that he felt good because he was right.

He was very happy that Seira herself had come to know how great and good a person she was.

“And.”

Seira held out a sword.

“I found it. The last sword.”

“Ooh.”

He had been about to carefully ask what happened to the sword anyway.

Finally, all the swords had been collected.

After looking at the sword for a while, Seira opened her mouth.

“The sword of Black Knight Order Vice-captain Kan Rendio, Bloodrain.”

As soon as Seira spoke the sword’s name.

Ding!

The system’s cheerful alarm sounded.

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