The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 139

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Chapter 139 53. Transcendents (3)

‘…The son of Demon Lord Javahir?’

Bewilderment bloomed across Seks’ face.

Though he had lived for quite a long time, he had never heard that the Demon God had a son. At most, he only knew that a few cursed demons were raised in the Demonic Heavens.

‘Is he lying?’

That didn’t seem to be the case.

The demonic energy that creature possessed was beyond imagination. Even he, a Demon King, couldn’t compare to it.

He stared at Sekaros for a long while. Sekaros silently accepted his gaze.

After a moment, Seks, finally understanding what was happening, nodded and spoke.

“The Demon God has sent down a fragment….”

“That’s right. I am an existence forged from my great father’s right arm, mortal.”

Despite the quiet voice, there was a heavy resonance to it.

Seks bit his lower lip. If he didn’t, it felt like blood would leak from his mouth.

The difference in power was greater than he had imagined.

However, he had no choice but to accept it.

‘If it’s an existence created by the Demon God tearing off his own flesh, then naturally it would be so.’

Just as there existed an indescribable gap between Goddess Allia and humans, there was also a tremendous difference between Demon Lord Javahir and the demon clan.

The same was true for Sekaros. Though he was merely one arm, that alone was sufficient to overwhelm Demon King Seks.

He was an existence from a different dimension altogether. No matter how strong among the demon clan, there was no way to handle the strongest of the species.

“For the Demon God, who has already expended much power, to even send down part of his flesh to the underworld… Is this alright?”

“….”

“Do you not trust me? While it is a great blessing for the demon realm that such a great being has descended, I worry that this might strain Lord Javarik’s sacred body.”

Seks spoke with feigned innocence.

He thought he might escape from crisis if the Demon God was unaware of his negligence.

Of course, such a dream-like thing didn’t happen.

The Demon God’s son, Sekaros, wore a mocking smile.

“I’ll only listen to that nonsense up to there.”

“….”

“I already know that you have no motivation for invading the human realm. I even know that your abilities are severely lacking.”

“That’s….”

“Enough. I don’t want to waste time needlessly.”

Sekaros cut off Seks’ excuse and raised his right hand.

Whoosh, black flames blazed up. A mysterious power that was both cold and hot could be felt.

“There’s a mountain of work to do, so stop being bothersome and die quietly. No, rather than that, it would be better to throw you into the Abyss and extract your power. A guy who has even a little of father’s energy infused in him….”

“Tahaaaaah!”

Seks didn’t listen to his opponent’s words to the end. With a hot battle cry, he drew up his demonic energy and brought his hands together.

Then purple particles rose up in all directions. The rapidly vibrating things began shooting beams toward Sekaros all at once.

Pshuwung!

Ziiiiing-!

It was tremendous power. The heat of hell. The power Seks was pouring out now exceeded 150 percent of his full strength.

Being cautious by nature, he had usually applied plenty of elements to his mansion that could enhance his power, and those effects were showing now.

Zzzziiiing-!

Hot energy that would melt even his own skin continued endlessly. Though the excessive use of power felt like his internal organs were being squeezed, Seks never stopped.

It was unfair. Rage welled up.

Who was it that put him in a position he never wanted in the first place?

Who was it that assigned him work with not even a glimmer of possibility? It was the Demon God.

Yet now to question his faults, it was absurd. He was so angry he couldn’t bear it.

Kraaaak! The howl of a wounded beast leaked from his mouth. Accordingly, the purple beams emitted even more intense power.

However, that was as far as it went.

Clap.

Pwong!

Sekaros, who had blown away the storm of heat with a single clap, moved quickly. With an indifferent expression, he thrust his face before the Demon King and quickly extended his fist.

Thwack!

“Kugh….”

Seks, struck in the abdomen, tumbled to the floor.

Sekaros, who had been quietly watching that sight, muttered softly.

“For a mortal, you’re quite useful. Seeing that you didn’t faint in one hit.”

“I wish you and your father would just die. Trashy bastards.”

“….”

“Kekeke. It’s not entirely impossible either. Having strained himself appointing Demon Kings consecutively and then tearing off his right arm, if just a little more time passes in that state….”

Crash!

Sekaros kicked Seks’ face with force.

Passing by the Demon King who had finally lost consciousness, he belatedly replied.

“For a mere Demon King to dare curse father. What a ridiculous fellow.”

His mood wasn’t particularly bad.

What that guy said wouldn’t come to pass. In the first place, beings born with divinity cannot die. Unless they’re defeated by another being that possesses divinity.

Injuries were no problem either.

If he conquered and corrupted the human realm and offered the power gained to father, he could sufficiently recover his vitality.

“Hmm. Is this it.”

The Demon God’s son, Sekaros, freely roamed the Demon King’s mansion. And he found what he wanted.

It was none other than a magical device that recorded Lumian Calard’s activities.

Sekaros activated it to display magical images and nodded as he thought.

‘He’s certainly an impressive fellow. He’s transcended the human species.’

He could understand, albeit slightly, why that Demon King had gotten scared before even starting.

However, no matter how great the hero was, it didn’t matter.

If Lumian Calard had transcended humanity, then he had transcended the demon clan. There was absolutely no possibility of him, who possessed even a small portion of the Demon God’s status, losing.

Rather, his thoughts were aiming beyond just defeating Lumian.

‘If I could corrupt the greatest hope of the human realm and make him my subordinate….’

Wouldn’t something more wonderful happen?

A bloody smile appeared on Sekaros’ lips.

Of course, it would be difficult.

But he thought it wasn’t entirely impossible.

‘Anyway, to go out to the human realm, I need to tear the dimensional rift even wider. During that time, I can devise a more concrete plan.’

Sekaros nodded and hoisted Seks onto his shoulder.

Then he used spatial movement.

Flash!

The two massive beings departed, leaving the great mansion seemingly empty.

However, in the triply and quadruply sealed place in the basement, Baku, who had just regained consciousness, was quietly holding his breath while assessing the situation.

* * *

Several days after the sparring match with the three knights including Sinseeo.

Lumian was walking with leisurely steps toward his hometown, the Calard Estate.

If it hadn’t been the New Year, he would have moved faster, but since he had already welcomed the new year in Rhodesia, he thought there was no need for that.

‘My parents will say something, but if I tell them my second semester midterm and final exam grades, their anger will subside.’

More than that, he was thinking about the power newly settled in his body, the Aura of Humanity.

He concentrated his mind and observed his interior.

Wooooong.

The human aura permeating the world’s aura had increased slightly from before.

Confirming this, Lumian nodded.

‘How fascinating.’

At first, he thought it was because he had been thinking of Tania throughout his journey to the Calard Estate.

Of course, that wasn’t a lie. Indeed, the feelings of affection and love for her had helped improve his aura.

However, that wasn’t all there was to it.

The heart that enhanced the aura of benevolence wasn’t just one thing.

‘Respect, friendship, trust, recognition… and all other positive emotions that allow communion with others.’

All of those things were nurturing Lumian’s power.

It was amazing.

Though not as much as romantic love, he could continue developing his realm through bonds with other people as well.

It was a method he had never even thought of before.

In fact, he still didn’t understand it completely. It would be more accurate to say he was in the process of learning.

However, one thing was certain.

From now on, to raise his realm, he would need more than simply swinging his sword and practicing cultivation.

‘Does this mean I need to live while caring about my life and all the relationships intertwined with it?’

At first glance, it seemed easy.

Maintaining good relationships with good people, spending happy and joyful days. If he could become stronger just by harboring positive emotions through communion, what could be better than this?

However, Lumian, who had lived for over 60 years, knew that it wasn’t such a simple matter.

‘Conflicts can arise even with parents, siblings, and irreplaceable friends.’

Of course, such conflicts could heal before long and bring about positive situations like the ground hardening after rain.

But the world didn’t contain only good people, nor only people who could get along well with oneself.

Lumian Calard was reminded of this fact the moment he arrived at his estate.

“The rumors about me from neighboring estates are bad?”

“S-sorry to say, but yes. They’re really wicked people. When our young master is such a wonderful person…”

When he asked about ‘the reason for his parents’ poor expressions,’ gatekeeper Evans glanced around nervously before bringing up the story.

Hearing his story, Lumian couldn’t help but harden his expression.

‘I’ve completely become a legendary braggart.’

It wasn’t incomprehensible.

The duel with Baron Carayan’s side that had taken place in summer. Lumian’s performance there had been truly unbelievably magnificent.

Not only had he drawn an aura sword at the age of 15, but he had also overwhelmed Knight Jack Stewart, who was rumored to be the most skilled in the area. The sight of the cheering villagers at that time was still vivid.

However, the problem was that only the Calard estate residents and a few people from Carayan’s side had witnessed his achievements.

‘Baron Luno Calard is telling ridiculous stories, isn’t he? Something about his son being a Sword Expert or whatever?’

‘No, even when bragging about one’s son, there should be limits…’

‘If it’s Baron Calard’s child, aren’t they talking about that weak kid who can’t even speak properly in front of others?’

‘What a joke. Hahahahaha!’

Not one of the neighboring lords thought to verify the truth.

They were just busy tearing apart, chewing up, and ridiculing. There were even times when arguments with Luno Calard at parties nearly escalated to duels.

“What about Baron Carayan? Didn’t he say anything?”

“Of course he did.”

Baron Nack Carayan, freed from the mental manipulation by the succubus, immediately conveyed his apologies right after Lumian left for the academy. It was natural, since he had done a series of incomprehensible acts even by his own standards.

Luno Calard accepted Baron Carayan’s sincere apology, and thus the two families restored their good relationship. It was natural that Baron Carayan took Lumian Calard’s side whenever his story came up.

“But… no one believed it. They just thought that since Baron Carayan had a good relationship with our lord, he was just going along with it appropriately, and everyone ignored it… from what I overheard.”

“I see.”

Lumian nodded.

There was subtle anger in his voice. Seeing the young master’s poor expression, gatekeeper Evans trembled.

“Ah, thank you. That was very helpful. You can go now.”

“Yes, yes!”

Evans quickly left the room as soon as the dismissal was given.

Watching him, Lumian sighed.

“Damn bastards.”

He remembered when he first came to the Calard estate last summer.

Back then, he had been looked down upon everywhere too. The older knights, and even some villagers – he could feel them belittling him.

‘But what makes me angrier is now.’

It had to be that way.

Being looked down upon alone versus having the entire family looked down upon.

There was no comparison. The former was bearable enough, but the latter would be hard to endure even for a saint.

Lumian ground his teeth.

‘Come to think of it, those gentlemen originally looked down on me too. While subtly trampling on the entire family…’

He wanted to put on a mask and visit them one by one to teach them a lesson.

Of course, he couldn’t do that.

He wasn’t a ruffian, and he couldn’t resort to violence over mere gossip. That wasn’t what a knight should do.

But staying still like this was even more distasteful.

Lumian scratched his cheek and muttered.

“The New Year party is in four days, right?”

The New Year party that neighboring lords held in rotation every year.

Lords and their wives, children, and important vassals attended. They enjoyed delicious food and drinks while exchanging well-wishes for the coming year.

Naturally, such occasions were never without pretense and showing off. All the lords were desperate to boast about their impressive aspects.

‘And the best of those would be bragging about their children…’

“Good.”

Lumian snapped his fingers and muttered.

Right after, a gorgeous atmosphere like roses emanated from his body.

Whooooom-

An overwhelming presence like seeing Cal Krone from his old attention-seeking days.

Confirming the effect of his aura image activated after a long time, he thought with a smiling face.

‘Time to put in some effort after a long while.’

How excellent a son Lumian Calard, the young lord of Calard estate, was.

How well Luno Calard had raised his child.

How much better he was compared to the sons and daughters those other gentlemen had brought!

He would show them clearly.

Though childish, that was the greatest and maximum revenge Lumian could take.

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