The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1 1. The Eunuch Knight, Reincarnated! (1)

King Philip III of the knight kingdom Jenas was truly a remarkable person.

He was exceptionally intelligent, excelling in academics from a young age, and with his fine physique, he showed considerable talent in swordsmanship as well.

His character was also excellent, and he never neglected his efforts. Before long, he grew into a splendid king and accumulated dazzling achievements.

He trained mighty knights and reformed the failing finances. Through excellent domestic affairs and outstanding diplomacy, he was beloved by nobles and commoners alike.

When he led the Golden Lion Knights to conquer the Demon King’s Castle, his fame reached its peak. The people of the continent praised him, calling Philip III the knight among knights, the ‘Knight King.’

“Sir Lian…”

The knees of such a great king touched the ground.

It was merely to get closer to the one lying on the sickbed, but even this was an unthinkable situation.

No matter how sick someone might be, who could make Philip III lower his posture?

Even the two dukes in the kingdom wouldn’t dare. The king’s knights would probably speak of blasphemy before the king himself would.

But not now.

Neither the Crown Prince, nor the Queen, nor the guard knights.

All the other figures who could be called pillars of the Kingdom of Jenas did not blame the sick man’s rudeness.

Because he was Philip III’s most loyal retainer, Sir Lian Fromhart.

“Sir Lian… please get up quickly. You must rise and share a drink with me…”

The Knight King’s voice was utterly choked with emotion.

It had to be.

Though he was a eunuch knight who served as guard for the Queen and Princess, Lian Fromhart was a greater presence to Philip III than anyone else.

He was the one who gave him enlightenment in swordsmanship,

He was the one who crushed the disgusting demons alongside him,

He was the one who saved his life from the Demon King.

If Lian Fromhart had not blocked the Demon King’s whip, it would surely have been Philip III lying here, hovering between life and death.

‘I was going to grant him the position of commander of the newly established Black Panther Knights…’

Originally, eunuch knights were of lowly birth and could not perform the role of knight commander.

Even if Lian Fromhart was a Sword Master, it was the same. His skills and achievements were so tremendous that no one in the kingdom could match them, but even so, such a decision would obviously face much opposition.

But it didn’t matter. Knight King Philip III was determined to push through his decision and promise Lian Fromhart a position second only to himself.

Of course, it was completely useless now.

The physician spoke in a small voice, unable to even make eye contact.

“Your Majesty…”

“…”

“I believe… you should prepare your heart.”

“Sigh… Truly, even heaven is heartless. Why do you take away the brightest star from me so quickly!”

A single tear fell from Philip III’s tightly closed eyes.

But despite his sorrow, the time of parting was approaching rapidly.

Everyone held their breath even more, and the Knight King, having barely composed his emotions, looked at the sickbed and spoke.

“Sir Lian. I’m sorry. Due to my foolishness, I’m letting you go.”

“…”

“But… I will fulfill your last wish by any means necessary. If there’s anything you’ve been keeping in your heart, please speak honestly.”

“It’s fine…”

“No. I’m not just saying this. I swear on my name, honor, and sword.”

Everyone, including the Crown Prince and the two dukes, was surprised by Philip III’s words.

This was the first time the Knight King had staked his sword. The cautious king never spoke lightly, which gave even more weight to his current words.

People swallowed nervously and waited for Sword Master Lian Fromhart’s last words.

Would he want the position of Grand Duke, even if posthumously?

Would he wish for a grand tomb to be built? Or perhaps he’d want his achievements to be passed down through the ages by bards?

Though it couldn’t compare to enjoying life, if he received such sincerity from the Knight King, surely Lian Fromhart would close his eyes in peace.

…When everyone was thinking this.

Words flowed from the mouth of the knight lying on the sickbed.

“…ex.”

“What did you say?”

“…ex.”

“I can’t hear you well, Sir Lian. A little louder…”

“Sex.”

“…”

The atmosphere in the room changed abruptly.

Everyone, including the king, was flustered. Shocked gazes poured onto Lian Fromhart’s gaunt face.

Did they mishear?

“I want to have sex. Sex, sex…”

“…”

As if to confirm they hadn’t misheard, Lian Fromhart continued repeating the same word.

Sex, sex, sex, sex. The embarrassing and shameful word flowed endlessly.

“…”

This was impossible.

No one could behave like this in front of Philip III. It was natural. Such a rude person couldn’t even have an audience with the king, and even if they could, they would obviously hold back their words, fearing for their life, worrying about their family’s safety, and afraid of losing their honor.

But Lian Fromhart didn’t give a damn.

He didn’t give a fucking damn.

His life hung by a thread, and he had no descendants. Of course, since he had no dick.

The only thing that weighed on his mind was the reputation he had built over the years, but even that seemed ridiculous to Lian Fromhart now. That was infinitely lighter compared to the resentment he had harbored his entire life.

“I want to do it, I want to. Ugh, I want to…”

“…”

The hall fell solemn.

The current situation was clearly beyond common sense. It wouldn’t be strange at all if a guard knight drew his sword on behalf of the insulted king.

But the resentment of the eunuch knight who had lived his entire life as a castrated man, that overwhelming sadness, pressed down on everyone. Even the king looked down at the sickbed with pity rather than anger.

That was even worse. Lian Fromhart closed his eyes tightly to avoid the pitying gazes of these hypocrites.

His last words flowed from his mouth.

“I just wanted to try it… just once…”

“…”

“…”

“…He has passed away.”

“…”

Philip III couldn’t get up from his spot for a long time.

With a lonely expression, he only fidgeted with the hand of Lian Fromhart, who had already left this world.

It was after a full five minutes of heavy silence that he finally spoke.

“…I hope everyone will keep today’s events secret.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

“We will hold a funeral for the great Sword Master, Sir Lian Fromhart. Announce to the entire nation that for three days, there shall be no festivities and no showing of laughter.”

Who would dare defy such a command?

The funeral proceeded quickly.

At the news of the death of Lian Fromhart, the second greatest knight after the Knight King of Jenas, wailing sounds never ceased throughout Jenas. Countless people across the continent grieved that a great star had fallen.

But not even one-tenth, no, not even one-hundredth of them understood Lian Fromhart’s true sorrow.

It couldn’t be helped.

Who could have imagined that he, usually taciturn and expressionless, harbored such pain?

“Sigh.”

The same was true for Knight King Philip III.

Recalling Lian Fromhart’s final words, he muttered while looking at his wine cup.

“To think he harbored such resentment…”

It was so heartbreaking.

Both failing to understand such feelings and ultimately being unable to fulfill his wish. The king let out a deep sigh and downed his wine, thinking.

‘Please, in your next life, may you be born with a sturdy and healthy member…’

A few days later, Ryan Fromhart’s funeral came to an end.

Even after the funeral ended, people mourned him for a long time. Countless bards turned the loyalty shown by one palace knight into songs, and everyone across the continent remembered him for ages to come.

And as time passed, on the day that marked exactly 10 years since Swordmaster Ryan Fromhart’s death.

A miracle occurred.

* * *

“Huff!”

A 15-year-old boy, Lumian, bolted upright in bed.

His head was spinning. The boy frowned and reached out to grab a cup beside his bed. He thought drinking some water might help clear his mind a little.

But the contents of the cup weren’t water. Looking down at the dark-colored liquid, Lumian let out an “Ah.”

‘This was poison.’

There was no doubt about it. Because this poison was something Lumian himself had obtained.

‘I paid good money for it because they said I could die peacefully in my sleep. Yes, that’s definitely what happened.’

The reason wasn’t anything special. It was because he was terrified of the new semester at the Knight’s Academy that would begin soon.

As the son of a rural lord, he had little talent for swordsmanship. His build was decent, but he severely lacked persistence and fighting spirit. Timid and introverted, he was nothing more than a punching bag for the academy students.

Having his money and belongings stolen, being humiliated during classes, getting beaten up day after day.

And through it all, unable to say a single word—that was Lumian.

‘I couldn’t leave the academy because of my parents’ expectations, but I couldn’t properly fight back against those guys either. My grades scraped the bottom, and the mockery grew louder each day…’

Lumian’s spirit was too fragile to endure such a life.

In the end, the boy chose suicide. He thought that if he died, he could go to a world without any pain or burden.

“How foolish.”

Lumian said with a snicker.

The atmosphere was clearly different from yesterday. Though his appearance was identical, somehow a sense of gravity had been added. And an even greater exhilaration showed through.

The boy emerged from under the covers. Standing upright, he looked down inside his pants and spoke.

“…!”

He couldn’t understand how his dead self had come back to life.

But that wasn’t what mattered. Something far more important was right there inside his pants.

Ryan Fromhart raised his head to look at the ceiling of the room.

A single tear rolled down from his eyes.

“It’s there, it’s there…!”

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