Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 210

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 210

Episode 210. Growing Misunderstandings (4)

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Only about ten people remained in the meeting room.

Most of the councilors had returned to their respective duties as soon as the meeting ended, leaving only a few senior councilors awaiting individual interviews and the six Sword Masters waiting for Gaon’s summons.

As the spacious meeting room suddenly became quiet, genuine conversations that had been suppressed began to flow.

“Sigh, I think this every time…”

Heukgol scratched his skull with his bone-thin fingers and muttered.

“…Gaon, where the hell did that guy pop out from?”

It was fascinating.

A being who had never been heard of in any records or rumors suddenly appeared and shook the entire continent in just three months.

From the first meeting at the Sacred Inquisition, I thought he was extraordinary.

But as time passed, that guy was becoming an increasingly mysterious existence.

“Hmm…”

Nod nod-.

The Tyrant Dragon nodded his head as if agreeing with those words.

Before long, his gaze turned to the elf sitting leisurely in one corner of the meeting room.

“I heard you’ve been traveling with Gaon frequently lately, Pean.”

“…”

“You were together in Dungarrd, the Dark City too, weren’t you?”

At those words, Pean gave a brief answer.

“Yes, well… we were.”

The Tyrant Dragon’s gaze sharpened. He leaned forward and began asking questions in earnest.

“During your time with Gaon, didn’t you learn any new facts?”

“Haha.”

Hearing those words, Pean began laughing cheekily.

“What am I, some kind of spy? Would I go around digging into things while traveling with Gaon?”

“…You know that’s not what I meant.”

The Tyrant Dragon retorted with a displeased expression.

“I’m just asking if you naturally learned any facts. There’s not much known about Gaon, after all.”

The Tyrant Dragon didn’t know much about Gaon.

Just the fact that he was someone with the will to save the world and the absolute power to back it up?

He knew almost nothing about Gaon as a person. His past and background were shrouded in mystery.

A Sword Master who suddenly appeared as if falling from the sky, turned everything upside down, and still remained an enigma.

To the Tyrant Dragon, Gaon was like an unknown entity.

“Hmm, well…”

Slide-.

Hearing that question, Pean slightly cupped his chin and pretended to think.

‘I am the only person who knows Gaon’s true identity.’

An Elder who remained alone on this land to save the world.

A savior who stayed here alone while all other gods returned to the Heavenly Realm, even bearing all the curses of the Evil Deities.

‘But I can’t reveal that truth.’

Gaon never revealed his identity to others. Not even to Adelia, his direct disciple.

He only confided that secret to Pean, who had experienced the ancient times together with him.

But he couldn’t just leave the voices of suspicion about Gaon unchecked either. Questions about identity could always turn into distrust of beliefs and causes.

“Unfortunately, discussing him when Gaon isn’t present doesn’t seem proper.”

Pean shrugged and answered cheekily.

“Especially when Miss Goldheart is glaring at us like that.”

“…?”

“She looks like she’d run straight to Gaon and tattle if we made even the slightest slip of the tongue. Haha.”

Swish-.

At those words, the Tyrant Dragon looked to the opposite side.

There, Adelia was glaring at them with a pouty face.

With an expression that seemed to express displeasure at daring to bring up stories about The Protagonist in his absence.

“Why is she glaring like that? It’s not like we’re gossiping behind his back…”

Tsk-.

The Tyrant Dragon clicked his tongue.

“…Anyway, that fanatic would die if Gaon told her to.”

While he was muttering such words to himself, Pean began speaking again with a serious expression.

“Whatever the case, one thing is certain.”

“…”

“Gaon was the most noble seeker walking the righteous path among all those I’ve seen.”

Pean’s voice was full of conviction.

It was vivid testimony that only someone who had witnessed Gaon’s actions could possess.

“As Gaon himself said earlier, he carries a much heavier burden than anyone else. He’s also the only one among us who can bear that weight.”

“…”

“The Elder also knows this fact, which is why he put him forward as his representative.”

Pean paused and slowly looked around the meeting room. Wherever his gaze touched, a subtle tension flowed.

“It doesn’t matter who entered the path of seeking first and who entered later. What matters is who bears greater responsibility.”

“…”

“I won’t force others to agree with my opinion. But I have already firmly decided to follow The Protagonist.”

Hearing that declaration, the other Sword Masters each wore complex expressions.

They seemed inwardly surprised by Pean showing such firm trust.

If it was a judgment made by a seeker who had lived longer than anyone, it couldn’t be carelessly dismissed.

“No…”

The Tyrant Dragon muttered.

“…Why did that guy suddenly become Gaon’s fanboy?”

What on earth had happened in Dawnguard?

He couldn’t understand why Pean had become fanatic number 2 following Adelia.

Grin-.

Meanwhile, a bright smile spread across fanatic number 1 Adelia’s face.

‘Hehehe.’

She couldn’t hide her pride at the fact that Pean trusted her master so much.

“Tsk.”

The Tyrant Dragon, who had clicked his tongue, spoke in a grumbling tone.

“Whatever the case, it’s true that Gaon spoke unpleasantly earlier, right? If only he had honestly revealed the reason for controlling the Great Ones’ revelations from the beginning.”

“Yes. I was slightly flustered too.”

Pean nodded and readily admitted it.

“But there must be a reason why Gaon came on so strong.”

“What?”

“He must have had something he wanted to convey, even if it meant using harsh rhetoric.”

“…No. What are you really trying to do, you bastard?”

The Tyrant Dragon responded as if dumbfounded.

“Why are you suddenly defending Gaon? Did you take bribes from him? Or were you brainwashed?”

“Nothing like that happened.”

“Then why did you change like this? Just a few weeks ago, you were the one warning that we should be careful of that guy!”

“Haha, my past self was wrong. At that time, it was my own lack of virtue for not recognizing Gaon’s nobility.”

“What the… hell…!”

While Tyrant Dragon was unable to continue speaking with a confused expression, Bloodlust, who was sitting across from him, muttered with a disgusted look.

“That Pean guy seems completely out of it, but I still find him annoying. Is it just me? Ever since we first met, he keeps trying to act all high and mighty to suppress our spirit.”

However, Bloodlust’s voice lacked the sharpness it once had. The memory of being thoroughly defeated by Gaon was still vivid.

The one-sided defeat that occurred at the training ground was still fresh in her mind.

Along with that humiliation, the fact that she didn’t even dare to challenge him again felt even more infuriating.

“He’s always been like that.”

Heukgol shrugged as he interjected.

“You can tell just by looking at his cold appearance, right? His personality is a bit rough. Actually, from the first time we met at the Sacred Inquisition, he was damn annoying…”

“Who are you talking about?”

“…!”

Flinch-.

Heukgol was startled by the cold voice that suddenly rang out.

Before they knew it, Gaon was standing at the entrance of the meeting room.

Behind him, Mangnyeom was following with a dazed expression.

“Uh-hah, uh-hahahaha! I-I guess the first interview is already over?”

Heukgol awkwardly laughed as he quickly stood up from his seat. His intention to hastily change the subject was obvious.

“Th-then now I’ll be the second one to…”

“No.”

Gaon briefly shook his head and looked at the councilor who was sitting quietly in one corner of the meeting room.

“Arwen von Goldhart.”

“…”

“It’s your turn next.”

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‘Since the person involved isn’t here, they’re just gossiping.’

Especially that bastard Heukgol – I’ll have to properly scold him later.

Anyway.

The interview with Arwen began immediately.

Having moved locations, I brought up the main topic without even exchanging pleasantries.

“Have you completely erased all records of Jark von Haibrunn?”

“Yes.”

Arwen answered immediately.

“House of Haibroon has been stripped of its Noble Family status. And the Investigation Team thoroughly searched Haibroon’s manor.”

It was a principle that all records of those who had turned heretical would be completely erased.

And Jark von Haibrunn was no exception to this rule.

‘All traces of Worshippers of Evil Gods must be completely erased.’

No tools, sorcery, or any remnants that had contact with Evil Gods could be left behind.

The temptation of Evil Gods was powerful. There was a risk it could spread to others if left unchecked.

“However, The Protagonist.”

Just then.

Arwen’s expression darkened.

With a look as if he was about to say something difficult to voice.

After hesitating for a moment, he carefully opened his mouth.

“Actually, I’m not sure if I should be telling you this. It’s an internal Middle Temple matter that we should handle ourselves…”

Arwen trailed off. Deep hesitation was evident in his voice.

“Speak.”

I answered firmly.

Though I already knew the content, I needed to confirm it directly from Arwen’s mouth.

Whew-.

Arwen let out a deep sigh.

Then he nodded as if he had made up his mind.

“During the process of confiscating House of Haibroon’s belongings, we found evidence of the terrible atrocities they committed together with the Traditionalist Faction.”

As expected.

I slowly nodded my head.

This was one of the reasons I had eliminated Jark von Haibrunn early.

‘The biggest reason was to get rid of the time bomb as quickly as possible, but…’

It was because I wanted to unlock the Quest that would be triggered through the secret documents obtainable from House of Haibroon’s residence.

“This isn’t just Jark von Haibrunn’s individual deviation.”

“…”

“House of Haibroon, no… going further, the entire Traditionalist Faction is involved. And this has been going on for hundreds of years across multiple generations.”

Arwen’s voice grew heavier. Disgust was clearly visible in his blue eyes.

“Explain more specifically.”

“They secretly conducted unspeakable experiments in Dawnguard.”

“What kind of experiments?”

“That is…”

Clench-.

At my words, Arwen bit his lips for a moment.

A pained expression crossed his face.

The fact that he had to expose Middle Temple’s shame was tormenting him.

“Project Seraphim.”

Finally, Arwen opened his mouth with difficulty. As if even pronouncing that name was an ordeal.

“Human experiments to cultivate clones of The Saintess.”

“…”

And.

That was the starting point of the first Quest related to the 【Sisterhood of the Forsaken】.

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Murmur murmur-.

While the other Sword Masters were chattering noisily.

Mangnyeom, who had taken a seat in the corner of the meeting room, froze while flipping through her notebook.

“Hmm?”

Pause-.

Mangnyeom’s eyes narrowed.

On the last page of the notebook, something was written in large letters.

Next to it were stars and underlines drawn all over.

『Eliminate the danger around Vilopozy ─ All members of the Sisterhood of the Forsaken』

“This is…?”

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