The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 27

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Episode 27. How to Catch Two Rabbits (2)
The elegant VVIP room had fallen into an oppressive silence. Because of Silvia and me.
As I spit out the tea I’d been drinking, Silvia’s nose wrinkled in distaste.
“Fair warning. I don’t like you.”
“……I know.”
Before the regression, I had liked Silvia.
I’d pursued her relentlessly. Every attempt had failed.
Perhaps she’d felt it as a kind of confession assault.
She’d begun avoiding me.
But that was then. Not now.
“You might not realize it, but rejecting you isn’t easy either. Do you understand? I hold no ill will toward you—but that’s only because I respect your Swordplay as a knight. Don’t mistake that for anything more.”
She was unusually talkative today. Had she always been this way? Before the regression, I’d never had a proper conversation with her.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I just want us to remain friends. Colleagues.”
I nodded.
An affirmation.
An ending to the conversation.
Silvia regarded me with lingering suspicion before withdrawing. I watched her receding figure in silence.
“Hah.”
A sigh escaped me. My head shook of its own accord.
Before the regression, as a teenager, the mere sight of Silvia made my heart lurch and my vision swim.
By my twenties, inferiority had taken hold and dulled my affection somewhat, yet I’d still cared for her deeply.
But now—truly—I didn’t. I was pretending I was fine, but I’d worn away. Hollowed out.
Before the regression, I’d walked battlefields for decades. Even in the Resistance Army, I’d shared affection with someone, but they’d died soon after.
Those who liked me, those I’d thought well of—all dead. My comrades—dead. And I’d killed just as many lives as I’d lost.
I no longer wished to paint such a future.
So. Affection was a luxury for me.
Silvia and I had to remain good colleagues. That was the best path forward. I would not let myself care for her again. And for the sake of humanity, she had to grow stronger at my side.
Then.
-We announce to our distinguished guests visiting Unique Rain: the auction shall now commence. Please follow your escorts’ guidance. Thank you.
The speaker crackled to life, signaling the start of the auction, and I rose from my seat. On the way to the auction hall.
Silvia looked at me with undisguised doubt and asked.
“You didn’t actually follow me here, did you?”
“I didn’t.”
“Right. Keep acting like that naturally.”
“I didn’t. I’m telling you, I didn’t.”
She doubted me to the very end.
And I denied it to the very end.
That’s how it was.
We took our seats apart from each other.
***
The interior of Unique Rain’s auction house was extraordinarily lavish.
The seating was upholstered in the rich red velvet that nobles favored, and gold filigree bordered the edges. The auctioneer’s podium gleamed as if coated in platinum, creating a harmony of white, red, and gold.
A subtle, refined woody fragrance permeated the hall, and the laughter of the wealthy and nobility electrified the air.
I examined the auction catalog resting on the armrest of the VVIP section.
“Hmm.”
Rings, necklaces, ceramics, antiquities, swords, bracelets, shields, spears, staffs—quite an array of items, but I skimmed through them.
Then, on the final page.
Meteorite Iron.
As the name suggests, iron fallen from the sky—yet it differed entirely from ordinary iron.
The catalog’s description read thus:
“Meteorite Iron chooses its master.
Therefore it is exacting.
Yet therein lies its allure.
Once it selects a master, it becomes attuned to that master’s Mana—a vessel to store and discharge power itself.
A spear forged from Meteorite Iron never breaks and pierces steel as though it were tofu.
A shield forged from Meteorite Iron is impenetrable and crumples spears like cloth.
A material that embodies contradiction.
That is Meteorite Iron.
The blacksmith’s dream, the ideal of all warriors.
So then. Brave warriors, skilled craftsmen, merchants who have amassed fortunes, esteemed nobles. Take the Meteorite Iron into your hands and become the master of the stars.’
It was admittedly a commercial pitch, but hardly inaccurate.
Meteorite Iron ranged in price from a minimum of 1.5 billion to 3 billion Denies.
It was certainly not an item just anyone could afford.
-First, I wish to express my gratitude to all the distinguished guests who have honored us with their attendance at this auction in Unique Rain.
The auctioneer’s voice carried across the hall.
Every light in the room went dark.
As the hall settled into silence,
-The endless cold has at last abated, and now warm sunlight bathes the land.
Items began ascending onto the stage.
-……Spring has come to the North. And the first piece to herald that spring is this!
Black shoes inscribed with rune marks.
-Observe the elegant form. A masterpiece crafted with painstaking care by an ancient artisan! The Shadow Room. When infused with Mana, it produces no sound when worn, and it possesses the special property of enlarging or reducing the size of shadows!
Opening bid is 5 million Denies. Increments are 100,000 Denies.
At first, I hadn’t planned to buy anything but Meteorite Iron. But seeing the Shadow Room, my mind changed.
“Why is that here.”
The Shadow Room.
Its true name was the Shadow Weaver.
It was no mere artifact for moving shadows. It had a Hidden Property.
If pure Mana was continuously infused for an entire month without pause, a parallel space would form within the shadow—a space where the wearer could conceal their body.
Once hidden, one could endure even in the heart of a demon army without detection.
A truly absurd concealment tool, but…….
What madman would continuously infuse Mana for a month straight?
‘None but a eccentric from the Resistance Army.’
Discovering the Hidden Property itself was difficult; that was why it appeared at this price.
-Seat 44, 5.5 million Denies. Ah! Immediately, Seat 504, 7 million Denies!
If the Hidden Property had been known, there would have been many willing to pay a billion Denies or more. Whether to call this fortunate or not.
-Yes! Again, Seat 44, 7.5 million Denies! Ah, Seat 990, 8 million Denies!
8.5 million, 9 million, 9.5 million. The bidding continued thus until it halted at 15 million Denies.
-Very well, Seat 77, 15 million Denies! Is there anything higher? If not, I shall call three times. 15 million Denies. 15 million Denies. 15 million…….
The Shadow Room’s bid was 15 million Denies. My ammunition was 20 billion Denies. There was no need to hesitate. It was pocket change.
I touched the small crystal sphere resting on the armrest of my seat.
-Yes! Seat 99, distinguished guest! 18 million Denies!
At that, Seat 77, who had called 15 million, countered.
-Seat 77, again at 19 million Denies!
Without hesitation, I pressed the crystal.
-Seat 99! 20 million Denies!
-Seat 77, 21 million.
-Seat 99, 22 million!
The price climbed steadily. It didn’t matter. I had plenty of ammunition, and with that item alone, my survival probability in any situation would rise.
-Seat 99, 35 million Denies. Is there anything higher!?
-If not, 35 million Denies. I shall call three times. 35 million, 35 million, 35 million Denies. Sold to Seat 99!
I had won the Shadow Room.
Clap-clap-clap-clap—
Applause sounded, and I waved my hand lightly in acknowledgment.
To acquire an artifact of this caliber at such a price. Was every auction like this?
Well, it was probably because my ammunition was 20 billion, but it was exhilarating.
-Now, the next item is a mysterious orb! The Aether Core. A legendary sphere said to have incredible Mana condensed within it. Opening bid is 10 million Denies. Increments are 1 million!
I stared briefly at the orb on the stage. What in the world was that doing here.
The Aether Core.
Its true name was the nucleus of the Giant Machina.
The supreme among ancient relic weapons—a golem weapon. The colossal war machine known as the Giant Machina, which stood a kilometer in height.
That Aether Core was the ‘nucleus’ that moved that titanic frame.
It was sealed with ancient magic, beyond what current technology could handle, but…….
In the not-distant future, the Giant Machina would be discovered in a ruin in the South.
At that time, the Leonhardt Family had supposedly purchased it for 2 trillion Denies.
There was no deliberation needed.
-Seat 333, 11 million Denies! Seat 77, 13 million Denies! Seat 904, 15 million Denies!
I waited a moment. Once the price settled somewhat, I could reduce my losses.
Even if it was chump change, I didn’t want to throw money away into thin air.
16 million, 18 million, 21 million, 25 million…….
-Lot 77, 30 million Denies. Anyone else? Yes. Lot 904, 35 million Denies! Ah! Lot 77 again at 40 million Denies! From now on, the increment is 5 million Denies! 40 million Denies. Going once?
He tapped the crystal orb.
-Yes! Lot 99, 45 million Denies! Ah, lot 77 at 50 million Denies! Then, lot 99 at 55 million Denies! Going once more?
The auctioneer called the price three times.
-Lot 99 again! The Aether Core sold for 55 million Denies!
He’d bought a two-trillion artifact for 55 million. A thrilling tingle ran through his entire body. An auction. So this is what made it so exhilarating.
The auction continued afterward. Whenever a worthwhile item came up, he bought it. For the rest, he haggled half-heartedly before dropping out.
He even participated in bidding wars on some items purely for the sake of it—he’d noticed lot 77 had a ravenous appetite for acquisitions, so he’d play along for a while before conceding.
Getting so caught up in it, he’d ended up purchasing quite a lot of things, but…… it was fine. He had plenty of money.
***
Silvia felt a strange mixture of emotions watching the auction unfold.
-Lot 99. Gap of Abyss. Sold for 43 million Denies!
More precisely, she felt a blend of contempt and relief watching Sion Karsen throw his money around recklessly.
‘I thought he’d come to buy Meteorite Iron. But looking at him now, it seems like pure vanity.’
What’s more, lot 77—the one competing with him—was a nobleman from the capital: Brenner Winston.
A man famous for having luxury and vanity clinging to him like a second skin. And Sion Karsen was now competing with him.
-Lot 99! Lunatic Requiem, 65 million Denies sold!
‘They’re having a grand time with each other.’
Whether it was Sion Karsen absorbed in the auction and tapping the crystal orb, or Brenner Winston brazenly flaunting his greed in competition with him—they seemed no different from each other.
Back at the Golden Star Conference, she’d thought Sion had truly changed. His height seemed taller, his frame, his muscles, his Swordplay…… she’d wondered if he was finally transforming. But.
‘Apparently even his vanity hasn’t changed.’
Silvia shook her head a couple of times and turned to the final page of the auction catalog.
Meteorite Iron.
The reason she, who had no interest in auctions, had come this far.
She needed more practical experience. And in real combat, the quality of one’s weapon could mean the difference between life and death. That was why she needed Meteorite Iron.
“You’ve come to bid on Meteorite Iron, I see.”
The nobleman beside her spoke with a gentle smile.
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“With Meteorite Iron, you could forge a truly magnificent weapon.”
“I’m hoping for exactly that.”
“No one doubts your skill, Silvia. I was deeply impressed by your performance in the Golden Star Conference finals.”
Silvia felt her mood lift at the natural compliment, but she didn’t let it show. She believed that was more befitting of a knight.
“By the way, perhaps Sion Karsen’s presence here might be——”
“That’s enough.”
The fact that Sion Karsen had once harbored affection for Silvia Mayer was widely known among the aristocratic circles.
The man had been hinting at that point, but when Silvia growled at him——
“Oh, my apologies. I spoke out of turn.”
He laughed awkwardly and quietly withdrew.
-Lot 77, 42 million Denies! Ah, lot 99 at 43 million Denies! Lot 77 at 50 million Denies! Yes. Going once?
Silvia deliberately ignored the irritating lot numbers and waited quietly for her moment. Between the knight’s wages she’d saved up and a portion of her family’s assets, plus bonus payments for her service——
5 billion Denies.
With this amount, she could afford to purchase the Meteorite Iron on the auction block and still have some left over.
The Returning Demonic Swordmaster Devours the North
Author
: Bang Shim
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: June 16, 2026
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