The God-Possessed Swordsmanship Genius - Chapter 49

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Sword Genius Blessed by a Spirit, Chapter 49

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Allen waited for a while until Aksion and Lucas opened their eyes.

‘So they’ve had some kind of realization too.’

Aksion Bishuken, and Lucas Bishuken.
The two of them had come to know the lost oral formula of the Seongsin Style.
Just as Allen had first gained the formula and an insight through the Demon Sword, it seemed the two of them had reached some realization of their own.

‘Will this change anything?’

Allen felt that this moment was the one where he had changed the future the most since coming back to the past.
Aksion Bishuken.
It was also the moment his father, who had already been the greatest swordsman on the continent, grew stronger still.
Allen wondered.
Could his father complete the Seongsin Style with this change?
And if the Seongsin Style were completed, could his father win his battle against the Demon King?
If only that much came to pass, the future would be completely different.

The first to open his eyes was Lucas.

“Al…”

He started to call out to Allen, then hesitated.
When his eyes met Allen’s, Allen pressed a finger to his lips.
Their father had not opened his eyes yet.
Aksion didn’t open his eyes until more than an hour had passed.

“Really now…”

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked at Allen and spoke.

“So the First Patriarch really did leave behind an oral formula.”

From those words, Allen could tell.
That his father had been searching for the formula the First Patriarch left behind for a long time.
And now that he had obtained it, his father had begun preparing to climb one step higher.
When his eyes met Allen’s, Allen grinned and asked.

“Are you satisfied, Father?”

Normally he would have snapped something about Allen being cheeky, but this time his reaction was different.
Nodding, Aksion asked.

“Is there something you want?”
“If I wanted to look good in your eyes, I should say there’s nothing, but honestly, there’s quite a lot.”

Allen’s gaze flicked, just briefly, to the sword behind the Patriarch’s seat.

Sensing that gaze, Aksion spoke.
Aksion noticed the look and spoke.

“The position of Heir is out of the question. You did well, but not that well.”

What Allen had been looking at was the Silver River Sword.
The sword that symbolized the Heir.
To be precise, he had been looking at the third fragment inside that sword, but Aksion drew a line at once, saying it was out of the question.
Yeah, well.
Allen hadn’t expected to become heir with only this much.

“I only looked. I just wanted to stake my claim.”

Allen smiled sheepishly and hesitated for a moment before asking.

“Can I ask for two things?”
“Go on, say it.”
“The first is the one you’re holding, Father.”

At Allen’s words, Aksion lifted the Demon Sword he’d been gripping.

“The Demon Sword?”
“Yes.”
“Al… len!”

Lucas put some force into his voice and called out to Allen.
A warning of danger.
But Allen didn’t budge.

“Relax, I’m fine. You saw it with your own eyes, didn’t you?”
“That’s true, but…”
“Whatever the reason, the Demon Sword can’t do me any harm.”
“Could it be temporary?”
“It won’t be. Trust me. I wouldn’t ask if I weren’t sure.”

At Allen’s words, Lucas looked over at Aksion.
No matter how much he interjected, the final decision belonged to Aksion.
Would Father really entrust the Demon Sword to Allen?
The answer came.

“If not for the incantation, Bishuken would never have kept such an ominous blade. They’d have melted it down in some fire, long ago.”

Aksion held the Demon Sword out to Allen.

“Take hold of it.”

He meant to judge for himself, with his own eyes.
To Allen’s ears, those words sounded like half a permission.

“Thank you, Father.”

Allen stepped forward and took the Demon Sword his father offered.
At that very moment.

-Melt who? This insolent Bishuken brat dares—!!!

A voice rang in his ears.
It was Kaglos’s voice.
It was so deafening that Allen nearly grimaced, but he hastily composed his face.
If he appeared even slightly affected by the sword, his father might change his mind.

‘Can Father not hear this voice?’

Judging by his father’s reaction, that seemed to be the case.
If he had heard that racket, at least some flicker would have crossed his face.
Allen forced himself to ignore the voice and spoke.

“Looks perfectly fine, doesn’t it?”
“I see.”

Aksion nodded, while Lucas let out a deep sigh.
At their reactions, Allen grinned.
All the while, Kaglos kept shrieking, but Allen went on ignoring him.

“As you can see, to me it’s just a decent sword. There’s no problem at all.”
“If there’s no problem for you, then that’s enough. You obtained it, so do as you see fit.”

Aksion’s permission had been granted.
Allen slid the Demon Sword back into its sheath and bowed his head.

“Thank you. I’ll put it to good use.”
“You said you had two things you wanted, didn’t you? What’s the other one?”
“Actually, this one matters more.”

A request more important than the Demon Sword.
At those words, the expression on Lucas, who was standing beside him, hardened.
What dangerous favor was he going to ask this time, I wondered.

“Have you eaten yet?”
“…?”
“…?”

At the unexpected question, Aksion and Lucas both wore the same blank look.
Excuse me?
Allen strode briskly over to Lucas’s side, stood beside him, and spoke.

“We haven’t eaten yet, so why don’t you join us for a meal?”
“Allen, you—”
“Fine.”

The answer came just as Lucas’s flustered protest was about to spill out.
Lucas turned to Aksion again, his face full of surprise.
To others it was nothing more than a single meal, but Lucas couldn’t even remember the last time he had eaten with Aksion.

“It’s no trouble at all.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Just not today, though. I have other pressing matters.”

It didn’t take a genius to guess what those pressing matters were.
Knowing how deeply his father was absorbed in swordsmanship, he was probably itching to rush off to the training grounds this very moment.
And so, a meal appointment that had been so hard to arrange.

“Let’s eat tomorrow.”

At last, a dinner date with his father had been set, and Allen broke into a broad grin.

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Aksion wasn’t the only one in a hurry.
Lucas, leaving the Patriarch’s Hall, bid Allen farewell more hastily than usual.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lucas’s footsteps quickened as he walked away.
It seemed he, too, was eager to check the new forms of the Seongsin Style.
Allen saw him off, then immediately returned to his own detached residence.
At word that Allen had come back, Pedrok came rushing out.

“Young master! You’re back already?”

He’d only just set out on his important mission, so he must be surprised to see him return so soon.
Allen nodded and began with the news Pedrok was most eager to hear.

“The mission was a success. A reward will be sent to the annex separately, so don’t worry too much.”
“Hahaha, and just how much could a reward be, sir?”
“…?”
“Your health matters far more, young master. Goodness, what’s this wound? You must look after your body first!”

Pedrok fussed about and called out to the maids who had come along with him.

“Have the young master’s tonic prepared right away, with plenty of medicinal herbs for his recovery. Don’t spare a single ingredient!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Steward, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”
“Hahaha, hahahaha.”

Pedrok looked terribly pleased about something.
His face was so bright he looked like he might float off the ground.
Allen, guessing at the reason, asked.

“Is it because of that trading house investment I recommended not long ago?”
“Oh, right, that’s it. The cosmetics venture at Mikel Trading House that you recommended has hit it big, I’m told! Heh-heh-heh-hah.”

Allen did not let the money he had earned in the dungeon sit idle.
Part of it went toward the annex’s finances, and more than half he had Pedrok invest with other trading houses.
For Allen, who knew the future, investing was no difficult task. As long as he knew which goods and which trading houses were about to rise, growing his money was almost effortless.

“It seems our annex has finally been showered with money luck after all this time. No, you’re our lucky charm, young master. Absolutely. Is there anything else you’d like to eat? Just name it!”

Money gleamed in Pedrok’s eyes.
It was money of a different kind from before.
Back then, poverty had blinded him to money; now his eyes showed a longing to spend it.
Feeling uneasy, Allen took a step back and spoke.

“I don’t need a meal. I’ll tell you if I get hungry later. And don’t go thinking about spending money on anything strange. Just raise the wages of the household staff.”
“If the young master says so… very well. I’ll raise them generously and pay them out. And I’ll make sure a meal is ready whenever you want one.”
“Good. Oh, and ask for some fine wine and clothes to wear in advance. I have a meal with Father tomorrow.”
“Very… wait, what?”

Pedrok, who had been nodding, suddenly widened his eyes.

“A-a meal with the Patriarch?”
“Not just the two of us. The three of us, with my brother.”
“Why are you only telling me this now?”
“Because I’ve only just come back.”
“Well, yes, that’s true enough…”

Pedrok, unlike his usual self, fidgeted and rolled his eyes.

“W-we haven’t got any time for this. First we need to prepare clothes and a gift. And also…”

To Pedrok, who was flustered and scrambling about, Allen said:

“I’ll be in my room. Don’t call for me for a while!”

With that, Allen headed straight for his own room.
A space no one would enter, a place that belonged to him alone.

Click.

Allen shut the door tight and immediately drew the Demon Sword he had brought at his waist.

Shhhk.

The Demon Sword slid out slowly.
And at the very same moment—

-BISHUKEEEEEN!!!

A voice rang inside his head, as if it had been waiting for him.
The instant the blade came free, a tremendous fury and demonic qi poured out of it.
Allen felt his hand begin to go numb. Apart from its inability to touch his soul, the rage and demonic qi sealed within the Demon Sword were just as they had always been.

‘Was it waiting for the moment I drew the sword?’

He had wondered why it had been so quiet, apart from the time he first received the sword from his father. Now he understood there was a reason.
It had been lying in wait for this very chance, the moment the blade was drawn and its qi could be released.

Through the sword, the many emotions of Kaglos, dwelling within the Demon Sword, came flowing into him.
Fury and regret, loneliness and longing.
He had felt it before, but Allen wondered who this demon dwelling in the Demon Sword really was.

Fury he could understand, but why did this creature harbor such a tangled mix of feelings?

“Kaglos.”

Allen gazed at the blade of the Demon Sword.
Within its crimson surface, which had not lost a bit of its luster in fifteen hundred years,
under a sky burning with the Demon Realm’s glow, the face of the demon who had fought against the First Patriarch was faintly reflected.

“Just what was your relationship with the First Patriarch?”

Was it the question itself?
The demonic qi of the Demon Sword, which had been seething, sank down as if it had never been.
After a long while, Kaglos asked in a trembling voice.

“Do you two really know nothing at all?”

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