The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16. The Golden Star Festival (1)
As darkness lifted and a new dawn broke over the horizon, the Northern Region was flooded with news in the form of newspapers.
In particular, the newspaper known as Daily churned out articles related to Sion in such profusion that the paper and its printed words circulated throughout the Northern Region, leaving people rubbing their eyes in disbelief.
『The Northern Region’s Nightmare, Red Fang, Eradicated.
The Inspection Bureau has announced the subjugation of Red Fang, the criminal organization that claimed the lives of countless northern subjects.
The Inspection Bureau’s announcement highlighted the decisive role played by Sion Karsen, the third son of House Karsen.
……(abridged)
The remarkable fact is that the agent who provided the critical breakthrough in the operation and personally subdued the boss Jepren was none other than Sion Karsen, the third son of House Karsen.
Agents present at the scene testified that he dominated the flow of the battlefield completely, forcing the magically-engineered Jepren to yield.
—Daily, Charles.』
Such newspapers found their way into the Knight offices of the Inspection Bureau, and Louis Daikin read the article about Sion Karsen.
Just days ago, he would have gnashed his teeth at such pieces, convinced that Sion was manipulating public opinion.
But now?
He felt only calm.
This wasn’t fabricated propaganda for the sake of opinion-making—he’d seen it with his own eyes. How could he not believe it? Besides, those testimonies came from Bwindol and Bill.
“I really was wrong about him.”
Louis Daikin traced the dense columns of text and allowed himself a moment of genuine contrition.
Then.
Rustle, rustle.
He moved to the next newspaper.
『A Failure or a Sleeping Dragon? The Sion Karsen We Knew Never Existed.
Until now, we mocked him as “House Karsen’s useless one.” Yet his recent conduct suggests a grand deception aimed at the world itself.
His revelation began with the Hashman brothers.
……
……
—Daily, Charles.』
He nodded slowly.
His head moved up and down with measured agreement.
Rustle, rustle. The next newspaper.
『Nobility Revealed.
Sion Karsen personally visited an orphanage on the outskirts of Seyren and generously donated three hundred million Zeni.
Contrary to rumors that he’d squandered his fortune through dissolution, he expressed genuine concern, saying, “Please use this for the children’s future.”
……
……
—Daily, Charles.』
“That’s possible. Someone like him could do that.”
Louis Daikin murmured softly to himself as he read the next article.
『The Coming Golden Star Festival.
Will Sion Karsen be able to prove himself once more?
……(abridged)
A prodigy Knight, Louis Daikin. A formidable favorite in the tournament, Sylvia Mayer. The rising star, Sion Karsen. Who will ultimately claim victory at the Golden Star Festival?
—Daily, Charles.』
He folded the newspaper with a soft sound.
His hands brought the pages together.
He set it down on his desk.
Louis Daikin turned his thoughts to the approaching Golden Star Festival. Sion Karsen would certainly make it through the preliminaries. If they met in the finals, could he defeat him?
He had no confidence.
He rose quietly from his seat and took up his sword.
“I need to train.”
To become a Knight worthy of standing before the useless one he’d dismissed all this time—Sion Karsen.
***
Once the operation concluded, I returned to my quarters and checked my physical condition.
While there was some fatigue, it was negligible compared to when I’d fought desperately on the first floor of the Dungeon.
In contrast, the gains from this subjugation were substantial. Namely, I had reestablished the figure known as “Sion Karsen” in the minds of renowned Knights.
In the ancient age, before humanity earned the title of continental conquerors, Knights were saviors who protected mankind from Demons and Demonic Beasts.
And was that all?
Whenever wars erupted between territories, they took up the sword as humanity’s single strategic weapon.
“A small ripple spreads.”
First, the special investigation bureau composed of Knights—a sword that purifies corrupted mankind.
“It creates a tide of change.”
The second was humanity’s true blade—one capable of standing against Demons who concealed their claws.
‘I have to obtain them.’
By any means necessary.
After gathering myself for a moment,
I caught sight of the Sunstones piled in the corner.
I’d hauled up five hundred and sixty-seven of them, bit by bit.
Each one was comparable to the finest Mana Stones, with a market value of roughly three hundred million Zeni per piece.
But that was only for ones the size of a fingernail. Mine were different.
The price of a Sunstone varies depending on its color, size, and the density of Mana it contains—because the radius and duration of the warmth it produces differs.
The Sunstone I’d hauled up from the Dungeon was the size of a clenched fist, and the Mana it contained was extraordinarily dense.
It could warm an area within a twenty-meter radius, and its duration would easily last five to ten years.
‘Honestly, I have no idea what it’s worth.’
So I needed someone who could sell it at its true value and properly balance supply and demand.
“……There’s no one but him.”
The second son of House Karsen, walking the path of a businessman—Seed Karsen.
I opened the box I’d prepared for him. Inside lay a letter and a Sunstone.
The letter contained ideas for a restaurant—not my own, but notes I’d written down from memory of the restaurant he would one day operate.
‘Do it ahead of schedule. And prove the value of the Sunstone.’
After that, I sat cross-legged on the floor and steadied my breathing.
Inhale—
Exhale—
I activated Mana Sensing again, the skill I’d tested during this operation. I let pure Mana flow through my mind, recalling that sensation from when I’d used it at Red Fang’s base.
Thump—thump—
My heart began beating again. The memories rifling through my mind organized themselves into perfect order. And the Red Fang base came back to me with perfect clarity.
The structure of the Abandoned Factory. The entrance leading underground. The width and height of the stairs. The appearance of the laboratory. Jepren’s journal.
Thump, thump—
Yet it felt as vivid as if I were standing there right now. Could Mana Sensing, even with pure Mana, ever be this sharp?
That moment—something alien yet familiar stirred in my chest. What was this? This paradoxical sensation, both strange and somehow familiar.
Thump—thump—
“……Ah.”
I understood in a flash. Mana I’d experienced only once before.
What I felt in my heart was the divinity of Lumen Chronos. What was happening? It had coiled itself around my heart.
But thanks to that divinity, I could recreate the scenes I’d witnessed through Mana Sensing perfectly.
When I focused on Jepren’s journal,
the pages rustled—
and I could see the contents inside. Jepren’s vendetta, and the vast thief guild that had feigned cooperation before betraying him—Black Eagle.
I focused again on Jepren’s body. The Mana Engine implanted in him became visible. I dissected it piece by piece. I could see its structure. I couldn’t understand it, but I could sketch it.
In other words, I could pull up any scene I’d perceived through Mana Sensing whenever I wanted.
“……This is beyond imagination.”
I’d need to practice keeping Mana Sensing active at all times going forward.
My to-do list was growing. But I’d accomplish it all. That’s why I came back.
As I surveyed the scene through Mana Sensing, I saw the hostages that had been held captive.
Most of the men were dead, but the women had survived—yet their remaining lives and the suffering of their families weighed heavily on me.
I cut off the Mana Sensing.
I called for Roman. Despite the late hour, he approached with a bright face—he seemed to be in good spirits lately.
“Roman. Let’s donate a Sunstone to the hospital where the Red Fang victims are staying. And let’s look into what else we can do for them and their families.”
Roman was genuinely shocked.
Then he beamed.
“Yes, Young Master!”
“Oh, and please deliver this box to Seed for me.”
“Yes, Young Master!”
He was going to deafen me.
***
A week later.
Seed Karsen invested the capital he’d accumulated through various businesses and opened an unprecedented restaurant in the heart of Seyren.
Its name was .
From the start, it was different from typical taverns that reek of dark, musty liquor.
The interior was finished in bright lighting and warm wood tones, achieving both cleanliness and sophistication—and the gentle indoor temperature, in stark contrast to the harsh blizzard visible through the windows, made guests feel as though they’d come south for a vacation.
A Magical Engineering Furnace was placed at each table, allowing broths to be heated without a trace of smoke, so customers could bring vegetables and meat from the self-serve bar, simmer them in the broth, and eat.
Seed Karsen surveyed the seats filled with wealthy people from the Northern Region.
Since opening, there hasn’t been a single day when the establishment wasn’t packed to capacity—business success, absolute and complete.
And the reason all of this was possible in the harsh frozen North was……
Sion Karsen.
His younger brother.
‘The effect of the Sunstone is undeniable.’
Seed Karsen recalled the day he received the box from Sion.
Or more precisely, the moment he opened it.
That magical instant when the biting cold around him transformed into warmth.
Just as Sion had intended, the image of a distribution channel for Sunstones selling to Northern nobility was already taking shape in Seed’s mind.
“And he even came up with the idea himself.”
When his younger brother had appeared at the tavern and broached the subject of business, he’d genuinely thought Sion had lost his mind.
But that day, Sion had captured Yan Hashman. The weak, uncertain Sion Karsen was gone—that much was clear.
And then—he’d subjugated the entire Red Fang. Was that all? Now his name appeared in the newspapers almost daily.
Seed Karsen picked up a newspaper laid on one edge of the bar.
‘Warmer than a blade, his touch—Sion Karsen wiped away the tears of the victims.
Those rescued miraculously from the den of criminal organization have been blessed with one miracle more.
Sion Karsen has announced that he will personally bear all follow-up costs, including hospital bills and psychological treatment for every rescued hostage in full.
……(excerpt omitted)
Sion Karsen donated Sunstones to the hospitals and treatment centers where the victims were receiving care.
His consideration ensured that the survivors could receive treatment in warmer conditions.
A medical official expressed awe, saying, “Without his decision, even those who survived would have surrendered to despair.”‘
Of course, not all the coverage had been favorable.
The Inspection Bureau faced criticism for subjugating the organization without trial—deemed excessive.
Questions arose: what had they been doing while victims were being created?
And there were numerous articles claiming that while Sion Karsen had merely stood and watched, the Inspection Bureau was fabricating testimony to elevate him.
Seed Karsen frowned at such reports, yet even so, he nodded to himself.
“It’s natural not to believe it.”
Of course it was. Sion Karsen had done nothing for the past twenty years—so who would believe that he’d suddenly changed like this overnight?
But.

Testimonies poured in from those who had been at that day; the Inspection Bureau’s Knights stepped forward to testify; the victims and their families came forward with their own accounts.
Opinion was shifting, bit by bit, ever so slightly.
Then came a day, after many such days had passed.
The schedule for the Golden Star Festival was published in the territory’s gazette.

‘Golden Star Festival Main Tournament.
*Venue:
Northern Capital, Seyren.
Arena
*Time:
August 21st, 2:00 PM.’

The public’s singular fascination: what would Sion Karsen demonstrate at this Golden Star Festival?
The Golden Star Festival was already akin to a festival for the Northern Capital of Seyren itself, drawing intense public interest.
Sion Karsen’s actions had set that fire ablaze.
Thump.
Seed Karsen closed the newspaper with a murmur.
“VIP seating… should still have some left, right?”
The Reincarnated Demon Swordmaster Devours the North
Author
: Bang Shim
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: June 16, 2026
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