The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120 47. The Brave Get the Beauty (1)

Three weeks had passed since Lumian Calard defeated the new Demon King.

Fortunately, nothing major had happened during that time. Lumian had safely recovered from his internal injuries, and the land’s contamination from the Demon King’s death hadn’t spread significantly.

This was because Young Dragon Semu, who had rushed over after receiving word, had quickly performed purification rituals.

“Ugh… it hurts so much-nyong…”

However, even the great Semu couldn’t completely erase the demonic energy. The Demon King’s demonic energy was much denser than that of Red Mountain, and he ultimately had to settle for minimizing the damage.

‘Still, it’s fortunate. He seems to have regained quite a bit of energy now.’

Until three days ago, he had been sleeping like the dead in his own room, but now he could at least move around. He had even started using that strange speech pattern again.

Lumian asked Semu.

“What’s with that speech pattern?”

“It’s from a character in a novel called Dragon Knight Evan Dylan-nyong! The Young Dragon in it talks like this-nyong!”

“How is a Young Dragon a character? And it’s weird, so stop it.”

“It’s my choice-nyong.”

Semu turned his head away with a huff. Seeing this, Lumian burst into laughter.

Just then, he felt a powerful presence from far away.

‘He’s here.’

A signal that disappeared in the blink of an eye, one that only someone who had reached a certain level could notice.

It was definitely his former lord, the Knight King. He nodded and prepared himself.

“I’ll be back.”

“Me too! I want to come too-nyong!”

Pop!

Semu, who had become a tiny dragon and jumped into his pocket, said.

“Let’s go! -nyong!”

“…”

He’s fixated on something weird, Lumian thought as he left the room.

The chilly weather greeted him.

* * *

“Hmm. Truly tremendous demonic energy…”

“It’s really terrible.”

“Amazing. To think a single entity possessed this much demonic energy, truly deserving to be called a Demon King…”

The Knight King, Buckal, and Archbishop Abram Russo from the Order of the Sovereign, who had arrived at the location where the Demon King died, spoke in turn.

It was truly a scene beyond imagination.

Even though they had performed makeshift rituals to prevent the contamination from spreading, it was still this severe.

“I heard the general situation, but I’d like to hear it once more.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Lumian bowed his head and explained once again what had happened with the Demon King.

The crystal orb that Dragon Seme had given him also played a part. Fortunately, he had activated the recording function in case it might help, so the conversation with the Demon King was completely preserved.

The Knight King, having understood the entire situation, exclaimed in admiration.

“Hah, Sir Lumian. You have truly accomplished something great!”

“Not at all. All I did was catch a fish that was already caught in a net…”

“Didn’t I tell you before? Your modesty is excessive. No one else but you could have defeated the Demon King. If that creature had targeted me, Golden Dawn, or other key figures for assassination… just thinking about it, terrible things would have happened.”

Buckal and the Archbishop nodded silently.

If such a thing had occurred, tremendous chaos would have erupted in the world. Moreover, they wouldn’t have been able to unite their forces to subjugate the Demon King, so perhaps this time the human world might have truly fallen into the Demon Realm’s grasp.

“Though I am inadequate, I express gratitude on behalf of everyone, Sir Lumian.”

“The Allia Order also expresses its gratitude.”

“No, please raise your head, Your Majesty! Archbishop, you too… How could this be my achievement alone?”

Lumian, receiving everyone’s respect, spoke awkwardly.

He truly didn’t consider this matter his achievement alone.

Take the Knight King, for instance. Without him, there would have been no enlightenment during the Swordsmanship Competition, and his own life would have ended three weeks ago.

The same went for the Archbishop and Buckal. Because each person was doing what they could in their respective positions, the world continued to turn peacefully.

Moreover.

“Well then, I’ll now begin the proper purification ritual.”

Purifying the contaminated space was something he could never do himself.

Lumian showed respect to Archbishop Abram Russo.

“You have much hardship ahead. To come alone to purify this intense demonic energy…”

“Not at all. The fact that a Demon King roamed the human world is better known by as few people as possible. Making it as if it never happened would help maintain world stability.”

“It must require tremendous effort…”

“It’s fine. Though my physical strength has declined, my divine power is second to none. Just a few days of hardship will suffice. Rather…”

The Archbishop swallowed his remaining words.

He was a faithful priest who had also lent a hand during the Demon King’s Castle conquest ten years ago. Therefore, the Knight King and Lumian trusted him and had told him about the reincarnation.

Because of this, he held infinite respect for him, who had made outstanding contributions to driving out the Demon Clan consecutively.

‘In his previous life, he played a key role in defeating the Demon King yet desired nothing. Moreover, in this life, despite personally defeating the Demon King, he shows no dissatisfaction with my opinion to conceal this fact…’

Defeating a Demon King alone was tremendous honor!

It was such a great achievement that his name could be placed on the first page of history books.

If someone suggested making this as if it never happened, any human would naturally feel disappointed and regretful, yet Lumian showed no such signs at all.

‘He truly can be called a model knight.’

However, there was something the Archbishop didn’t know: that Lumian was someone who considered romance and sex with women far more important than such things.

Of course, it couldn’t be helped. Unless he knew the last words Lumian had spoken in his previous life, from his perspective, he could only see Lumian as a noble and great saint.

The Archbishop, who had been pausing, belatedly continued speaking.

“…No. Thank you for your concern.”

“Think nothing of it.”

“Well then, I’ll begin the purification ritual now.”

“I, I, I’ll help from the side too-nyong!”

Just then, Semu popped out of Lumian’s pocket with a bang!

Having increased his size again, he roared loudly.

Seeing the creature, who had grown larger than before to about the size of a full-grown horse, the Archbishop was startled.

“Wh-what, a Dragon?”

“…”

That guy has been exposing his identity to too many people lately.

Does he have no awareness that he’s a legendary creature?

Lumian, thinking to himself, shook his head.

‘I don’t know, he’ll figure it out himself.’

“He is indeed a Dragon. And he possesses tremendous abilities, enough to purify the Red Territory alone.”

“Oh, oh my, is that so?”

“Yes. So he’ll be quite helpful. It should be fine to work together with him.”

“That’s right-nyong! I’m a capable Dragon-nyong!”

“…His speech pattern is a bit strange, but he is indeed capable. Semu, you need to follow this person’s instructions well.”

“Understood-nyong!”

Semu saluted at a sharp angle and approached the Archbishop. The Archbishop was staring at Semu endlessly with an expression mixing bewilderment and surprise.

‘It’ll take some time for him to adjust.’

Lumian, having stopped paying attention to the two, turned his gaze toward the Knight King.

He said.

“The Demon King is dead, but there should still be quite a few demons remaining, shouldn’t there?”

“If what he said is true, then yes. It’s a plan that started right after the previous Demon King died… But it’s not a big deal. There’s absolutely no need for Sir Lumian to worry about it.”

“What do you think about the possibility of another Demon King appearing?”

“We won’t need to worry much about that for a while.”

The Archbishop joined their conversation.

Though he had only looked away for a brief moment, he seemed to have already become friends with Semu. The tiny dragon was sitting on the Archbishop’s head in a dignified pose like a statue.

Lumian asked.

“No need to worry?”

“That’s right. A Demon King is born when the Demon God’s blessing descends upon a particularly powerful individual among the demons. However, those with the qualifications to become a Demon King are extremely rare.”

“Hmm….”

“Since two Demon Kings have already died within 10 years, there may be no more suitable candidates left. Moreover, the Demon God probably lacks the strength to bestow blessings consecutively.”

“It’s not certain though.”

“Yes. But the probability is very high.”

Of course, we can’t let our guard down because of that, the Archbishop added as he resumed the purification ritual. Lumian wore a serious expression.

The Knight King showed him a benevolent smile and spoke.

“Why are you worrying so much? In the end, nothing changes.”

“Your Majesty.”

“You just need to enjoy life as you have been doing. And continue your training in your spare time.”

Lumian nodded.

He was right. There was no need to live in anxiety over things that hadn’t happened yet, especially when he didn’t know the future.

Perhaps because 10 years didn’t feel real from his perspective, encountering two Demon Kings within a year had made him more sensitive.

‘Right, let’s stop worrying.’

It seemed he had to force himself to do so.

Having finished his thoughts, he spoke again.

“And, there’s one unreasonable request I’d like to make….”

“Oh? What is it, Sir Lumian? To hear you speak of an unreasonable request….”

“It’s about the Demonic Stone, Your Majesty.”

“Ah, the Demonic Stone….”

The Knight King nodded as if he understood.

He knew from before that Lumian absorbed Demonic Stones to enhance his aura.

This was probably related to that. He was asking if he could use the Demonic Stone that the Demon King had possessed.

He said.

“Normally, a Demon King’s Demonic Stone should be taken to the Headquarters of the Deity’s Order for purification.”

“That’s correct.”

“Then it seems the Archbishop, not I, should speak about this….”

At that moment, the Archbishop who was performing the purification ritual joined the conversation again. This time, Semu was sitting on his shoulder, singing.

The sight of him skillfully maintaining balance while even dancing along.

That’s behavior you wouldn’t show unless you were very close.

‘I can’t believe this old Archbishop had such talent.’

The talent to quickly become close with a dragon!

Buckal, who usually found Semu adorable, looked on with envious eyes.

Regardless, the Archbishop paid no attention. Instead, he looked at Lumian and spoke.

“You may use the Demon King’s Demonic Stone as you please.”

“Ah, is that so?”

“Yes. Right after hearing the news from the Knight King, Goddess Allia sent down an oracle. To follow Hero Lumian’s will unconditionally.”

“….”

“So you need not feel burdened, just use it where you see fit.”

“I understand.”

‘What’s this about?’

He said not to feel burdened, but it bothered him for no reason.

This wasn’t just any Demonic Stone, but a Demon King’s Demonic Stone. If mishandled, it was dangerous enough to cause great chaos in the world.

Of course, with the dragon’s sealing tools, such a thing wouldn’t happen, but even so, he felt they were being too accommodating.

‘Why are they being so good to me?’

It felt like they were providing various things to use him greatly later.

Though it wasn’t an emotion he should harbor toward the Patron Deity, this was Lumian’s honest feeling.

‘Come to think of it, I defeated a Demon King too, but won’t they grant me a wish? No, would that be too shameless? Especially after reincarnating?’

Various thoughts came to mind. However, since most were useless, they quickly disappeared.

There was no need to complicate things.

In the end, he just needed to live his life the same as before. He would keep the Demon King’s Demonic Stone safe, and absorb it later when he had the capacity to digest it.

Thinking this way put his mind at ease.

Then the Knight King cleared his throat and approached Lumian.

And whispered in a low voice.

“Lately, has there been progress in romance?”

“Wh-what do you mean….”

Lumian feigned ignorance.

However, his wavering eyes and fidgety hand movements were telling. That there was something.

Philip III smiled slyly and said.

“I know. The swordsmanship competition winner… Tania Eloise, was it? That you have a good relationship with that young lady.”

“…It’s not quite a good relationship yet. I’m trying to make it so….”

Lumian soon confessed the truth.

The Knight King’s voice was too full of certainty to keep pretending ignorance. He didn’t know when it had been discovered, but it wasn’t an atmosphere he could just brush off.

“Hehe, I see. You’re trying.”

“….”

“Don’t worry too much. You’ll do well, Sir Lumian.”

“…Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Lumian bowed his head in response.

He was grateful. The Knight King’s heart, genuinely caring for him, touched him deeply.

‘I must achieve results within this semester!’

While the Archbishop and Semu were working hard for the continent, Lumian burned with pure personal desire.

Knight King Philip III watched him with a pleased expression.

* * *

“No good. You’re hopeless.”

“….”

The evening of the day he met his former lord.

Lumian met Morghen and requested advice about his concerns regarding Tania Eloise—romantic counseling, in other words.

Those were the words that immediately came out of Eujae’s mouth.

And that wasn’t even the end. Morghen added a comment.

“Brother. You are beyond salvation.”

Words completely opposite to what Knight King Philip III had said.

Hearing this, Lumian became like a drooping squid.

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