The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 35

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Chapter 35. The Yarel Mountain Range (1)
Seiryun, the capital of the North, lay far to the north even within the northern territories.
The northernmost extent of the continent conquered by humanity. In other words, close to the very edge of the north.
But how could it possibly serve as the northern capital? There were two reasons.
First, the Lumenian River.
The Lumenian River, where the Sun God is said to have dwelled, never freezes no matter how cold it becomes.
Since a river cutting through the city maintained a constant temperature year-round, the capital of Seiryun was able to sustain climate conditions comparable to the central regions of the North.
In other words, it was cold, but not so cold that people couldn’t live there.
Moreover, the Lumenian River, which originated at the far north and flowed throughout the northern territories, served as a vital artery for the easy transport of vast quantities of goods.
That is to say, it was a region favorable for transporting materials via waterway.
And thanks to the Lumenian River, most of the goods that sustained the North’s livelihood—minerals, medicinal herb fields, animal hides, and more—all originated from Seiryun.
Second. The Karsen Family.
Depending on one’s perspective, many people cited the second reason as more significant.
The true rulers of the North.
Karsen.
They never called themselves king.
Yet they were all but king in substance.
Whether rumor or truth, it is said that even the Emperor of the Central Empire does not treat the head of the Karsen Family lightly.
The Grand House of Karsen ruled, and beneath them twelve ducal families who revered Karsen like a king governed the North in divided territories, with countless nobles below them ruling their own lands.
Strictly speaking, the entirety of the North was Karsen’s domain. This was precisely why Seiryun could be nothing but the northern capital.
Vroom—
The white military vehicle departed Seiryun and raced southward.
Inside the swaying truck, Sion shared a ‘portion’ of the information obtained from Black Eagle.
Wanted criminals, criminal organizations, their skilled members, assassination syndicates, poisons, flora and fauna to be wary of, demon beast spawning zones, characteristics of communal societies—such things.
Bwindol accepted it all with relative ease, but the other knights furrowed their brows at the cascading information.
Rui spoke up with a troubled expression.
“Pardon me… must we memorize all of this?”
“No. Just skim through it. I’ve memorized everything.”
“…Pardon?”
Sion said nothing more, and Rui’s eyes widened.
No matter how much faster he’d received the information than the others, there was no way he could memorize everything in three days.
But Sion had done exactly that. He hadn’t even spent the night poring over it.
With Mana Detection infused with Lumen’s Divinity, he could memorize information the way a photograph imprints itself upon the mind.
The large vehicle sped along the paved road. Sion rolled down the window and felt the wind against his face, his brilliant golden hair swaying like reeds in the breeze.
The landscape that unfolded like a panorama gradually transformed. Orderly civilization slowly disappeared, and nature emerged.
Then a city would appear again, only for nature to reveal itself once more—this pattern repeated.
They traveled down the river for a considerable distance. Along the way, they ate meals and slept in the military vehicle.
During all this, Sion spoke only when absolutely necessary.
There was no particular reason for it; it was simply that driving along the road like this reminded him of his vagrant days long ago, and he found himself lost in reminiscence.
His fellow knights, however, were somewhat startled to see this new side of Sion.
Was he always like this?
They had thought him someone who preferred to show off and talk big. So all this time had it been an act? Such whispers circulated among them.
After driving and driving until they reached the southwestern corner of the North, the countryside had grown so sparse that settlements were few and far between.
Sion cast his gaze out the window. In the distance, the paved road ended, replaced by rough, uneven terrain.
The landscape visible beyond the window grew progressively harsher.
The white stone structures that symbolized the North vanished, their place taken by the towering silhouettes of coniferous forests.
“One final briefing before we set foot in Travis.”
Sion produced a small, weighty iron seal badge from within his garments and held it up. Though lacking ornate decoration, at its center the emblem of the Karsen Family and the insignia of the Inspection Bureau were intricately interlocked.
“The Director has concluded an agreement with Duke Caster, the ruler of Travis. For the purposes of this investigation alone, we are officially authorized to enter and search private noble estates—or rather, merchant companies, as they might be called here. In any case, we are permitted to do so.”
The knights’ eyes widened. Noble territories and corporate holdings were virtually exempt from legal jurisdiction.
Sion smiled coldly and continued.
“However, because this mission is classified in the extreme, the Duke knows neither who we are, when we’ll arrive, nor even how we’re dressed. Therefore.”
Sion tossed the badge lightly in his hand, then caught it.
“Conduct your investigation discreetly. Impose no limits on yourselves.”
It was both an admonishment and a warning—one that seemed unsuitable for distinguished knights.
Yet the knights gathered in the vehicle nodded at Sion’s words.
After all, Sion Karsen alone bore ultimate responsibility for this operation.
Then, they encountered a mountain path where the vehicle could no longer proceed.
The Lawless Region—the Yarel Mountain Range.
“From here on, we’ll have to continue on foot.”
The driver spoke, and Sion and the knights disembarked from the vehicle.
“You’ve worked hard. Use this as travel money on the way back.”
Sion handed travel expenses to the agent who had driven them. The agent’s eyes widened in shock, then he saluted with a loud voice and turned the car around to depart.
Vroom—
Sion’s party entered the Yarel Mountain Range immediately. Despite it being a Lawless Region and treacherous mountain paths, none of them hesitated.
After who knew how long of walking, the sun began to set, and dusk fell across the land.
The agents searched for a suitable campsite, each drawing on their training.
A place with their backs protected.
A place where the wind didn’t blow strongly.
As they quickened their pace, smoke rose into the air not far off.
Drawing closer, they spotted a campfire. The location seemed ideal for camping, but it was already occupied by a group.
‘A recessed mountain path with rocky cliff walls—anyone would see this as a good camping spot.’
Examining the group, Sion saw an old woman well into her sixties and roughly a dozen women huddled together.
Their clothing was nothing but tatters.
Whether from wandering the mountain paths for too long,
their appearance was utterly wretched,
and they seemed to tremble with fear.
Amid this, the old woman was gently reassuring the women with a soft voice.
“…….”
Sion sensed something, but showed no sign of it and approached them to ask politely.
“Would it be acceptable for us to camp nearby?”
The old woman nodded. Sion asked nothing further and built a campfire at a respectful distance.
Their first camp without vehicles. The knights produced dried meat and bread to eat.
Silvia took out a chocolate bar, and the subtle scent of chocolate drifted across the campsite.
“That looks delicious.”
Sion remarked.
“You’re not getting any.”
Silvia answered, tucking the chocolate bar deeper into her pocket.
“Damn.”
At that, Rui, Bwindol, and Bill laughed. Soon, the night deepened completely.
Crackle, crackle. Only the sound of the campfire filled the thick darkness around them.
Then—a presence was felt moving through the mountain darkness. Rough footsteps. Coarse laughter.
A group was approaching.
Whether sensing the identity of the approaching group, the old woman and the women trembled violently. Then,
“What the hell? All you bitches gathered here?”
Dense brush was trampled, and more than a dozen men emerged.
They were bandit-like creatures wearing crude leather armor and wielding poorly-made axes and swords, most of them bearing hideous scars across their faces.
“Damn. Right before we sell them off, something like this happens. They start thinking they’re merchandise and get even bolder.”
“Like they tried to run. And got caught right here.”
The men sniggered at the terrified women, their gleaming lips curling, their tongues lolling, spewing vulgar remarks about needing to discipline livestock better, wondering if last time had been too soft.
Then suddenly they turned their heads toward Sion’s group.
“Huh? What’s this?”
Unlike the women covered in grime and filth, here were clean faces, resilient skin, lustrous hair.
Though Sion’s party had spent several days traveling in the vehicle and weren’t particularly clean themselves, compared to women in rags who had wandered mountain paths, they might as well have been nobility.
“Ah. Did you come after these girls?”
“You look better than them.”
“What’s your rate for a night?”
The scarred men, seeing Sion’s group’s refined appearance, spewed crude remarks. Then, when their gazes fell upon Silvia,
“Wait? What? There’s a woman here too?”
“Where? Where?”
“Look, look.”
The eyes of the men who saw Silvia became clouded with lust. Some of them swallowed hard, saliva pooling in their mouths.
“Well, well—to find such a prize here. We’re lucky today, aren’t we?”
One of them approached, licking his lips, while Silvia simply closed her eyes expressionlessly. As if she couldn’t be bothered to engage.
Unable to watch any longer, Rui, Bwindol, and Bill began to rise. But in that moment,
Sion stood first and approached the man.
Thud—thud—
Measured footsteps.
The man looked at Sion and laughed mockingly before speaking.
“What’s this, kid—”
But he never finished his sentence. The world before his eyes began to spin.
And then—thud.
He hit the ground.
What? He fell?
The severed head, now detached from the neck, entertained that confusion only for an instant—truly, just an instant.
The head rolled across the dirt, and from the neck stump, a fountain of blood erupted.
Whoooosh—
“Aaaahhhhh!”
The women screamed in shock, while the men froze, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Even the knights beside Sion recoiled in disbelief. An execution, just like that? Without even an interrogation?
But Sion’s movements carried no hesitation. Before the knights could react, he was already moving to the men behind, slashing through their necks with brutal efficiency.
Thud—thud—
Heads fell like overripe fruit from a tree.
In mere moments, a dozen men lay dead. Not a single one left standing.
Unable to bear it any longer, Rui stepped forward.
“Young master.”
Rui hesitated as Sion turned to face him, his expression so grim that it gave even the stalwart knight pause.
And yet Rui was not one to simply yield.
“Even in a Lawless Region, there are procedures to follow.”
At those words, Sion’s face turned cold as stone. A chilling expression. Yet in his eyes, firelight danced and flickered with savage intensity.
Two opposing forces intertwined—a cold fury that smoldered like embers.
“Rui.”
“Yes, sir.”
“When you encounter a criminal band on a mountain path like this, what is the protocol?”
Rui answered without hesitation.
“First, disarm them and bind them, then hand them over to the nearest territorial police.”
Having heard this textbook answer, Sion leaned forward and spoke in a low voice.
“It’s nighttime on a mountain path. Is capturing them alive so simple? And if even one escapes? If those bastards stop at the next village and kill the men and rape the women? If they take hostages from among the people here? Will you be the one to answer for that?”
Rui’s gaze shifted to the Old Woman and the other women beside him—they were trembling violently with terror.
……
Standing before them, he had nothing to say.
Now Sion’s eyes turned to Bwindol, at Rui’s side.
“Bwindol. What do you make of it?”
Bwindol’s pupils dilated sharply.
Because he knew the state of his homeland Travis better than anyone, he understood that Sion’s words were not mere hypotheticals.
“Are the Travis authorities trustworthy?”
……
Bwindol could not answer.
So Sion answered for him.
“If they were, we wouldn’t be here.”
The atmosphere froze as if doused with ice water.
“Following procedure must also be done with an eye to circumstances. Where there is suffering people and a knight standing before them, only then comes procedure.”
In that instant, Sion suddenly swung his sword into the pitch-black forest between the trees.
A sharply honed Aura became a red thread that cut through the darkness.
Thud—thud—
The sound of a head separating from its body and falling to the ground echoed out.
A few of the dead man’s companions had been watching from the shadows of the forest. Of course, to Sion, who wielded Mana Detection, they were helpless.
Sion went into the forest, dragging back the severed head and corpse. As he rifled through their belongings, throwing weapons clattered to the ground—and those weapons filled Rui’s field of vision.
“A knight dies just as easily if a blade suddenly finds his throat. Never overestimate your skill in a Lawless Region.”
After issuing this warning to the knights.
He turned to the Old Woman and spoke.
“Guide us to the Bilton Family’s hideout at once.”
The Bilton Family.
An organization of human traffickers that, at Boss Bilton’s command, would swarm forward to burn villages and sell people into bondage.
The Old Woman spoke in a voice like frozen stone.
“I, ……that is. My lord. I…….”
“Listen well. I know you were their instructor. You planted false hope in the women they captured, let them escape, recaptured them, and broke their will. This is your final warning. Will you guide us, or will you die here?”
And then.
The Old Woman trembled violently as she spoke.
“Yes, I will guide you!”
From start to finish, nothing had unfolded as expected, and Sion’s companions could only blink in bewilderment.
The Reincarnated Demon Swordmaster Devours the North
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: Bang Sim
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