The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 37

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Episode 37. Yarel Mountain Range (3)
Inspection Bureau Director Midgal Rau peered into his Mirror Notebook.
—We’ve arrived at the southernmost point of the Northern Region. Moving west immediately.
—Arrived at Yarel Mountain Range.
—Dismissing the military vehicle. Proceeding on foot.
Midgal hadn’t slept properly in days. What if something went wrong? What if there’d been an accident? What if they needed reinforcements?
During work hours and long after clocking out, he never set the notebook down.
Even when sleeping, he set alarms for every two hours, waking instantly to check the notebook each time.
And then.
Around ten at night.
Scratch-scratch.
Words etched themselves across the page.
—We’ve engaged and neutralized the criminal organization Bilton Family in Yarel Mountain Range. The number of territorial citizens they’d kidnapped reaches forty. We request support troops for their protection and transfer.
A direct report. The action taken and the request stated first, followed by the full account of events.
—Our initial encounter took place at a location they call by their own slang, Shackle Cliff…….
Midgal Rau read through the notebook’s contents carefully. Then he consulted his emergency contact network, searching for units near Travis. But.
“……Hmm.”
He paused slightly when he saw the unit designation.
The closest unit to Yarel Mountain Range was none other than the Snow Leopard Unit—the so-called heretic of the Platinum Knight Order.
“……Ulian? What’s he doing out there?”
Ulian, captain of the Platinum Knight Order.
His epithet: the Snow Leopard.
He was Knight Expert class—or rather, his practical combat prowess in the field bordered on Knight Master level, so his abilities were beyond question. But.
His abysmal personality and erratic temperament had earned him the title of heretic within the Platinum Knight Order.
Even the Snow Leopard Unit under his command consisted entirely of people with loose screws.
What would happen if these madmen met with Young Master Sion?
He was somewhat concerned about that, but the other units were too far away—there was no choice.
In the end, Midgal Rau transmitted an emergency order to the Platinum Knight Order’s Snow Leopard Unit through the contact network.
“Haa…….”
Midgal exhaled a deep sigh.
Was this truly the right decision?
He couldn’t know.
He could only pray that Lumen would be with them.
That was all he could do.
***
The Snow Leopard Unit, disguised as wandering mercenaries, was stationed in the Ancient Fortress, some distance from Yarel Mountain Range.
It was an ancient fortress abandoned long ago, built for military purposes and situated on a hilltop. Around the hill were densely packed small villages forming one large community.
Like water droplets fallen on the ground—homes, workshops, commercial buildings, temples, all of it.
Everything that could be there was there.
Disguised as wandering mercenaries, they’d paid the nearby villagers in coin for provisions and supplies, and through the local merchants’ guild, they’d attempted contact with Vigilante Organization personnel. In other words—
they’d tried to make contact with vigilantes.
They’d chosen this location in the first place because of rumors that the Vigilante Organization held dominion here.
But at the appointed meeting place, no one appeared.
Even when they expanded their Mana Detection.
No hints left behind.
Scouring the surrounding area.
Nothing turned up.
“Damn. Another wasted trip. You cowards. How much longer are you going to keep this up?”
A man voiced his complaints.
White hair, white skin, even his beard was white, and white irises set in a sculpture-like, refined face. A beautiful middle-aged knight.
The Snow Leopard, Ulian.
Though he wore a disguise now, he normally dressed in white livery, which is why he was also called the White Knight, Ulian.
Beneath the moonlight, dimmed by clouds, he had a cigar clenched between his teeth as he spewed profanities.
How many times was this? Damn it. The same old thing.
It was frustrating enough—they’d been stood up more than five times already.
But that said, he couldn’t entirely blame the vigilantes either.
“True. If we won’t reveal ourselves, anyone would be suspicious if someone claims they want to help. Let’s head back.”
Though they couldn’t reveal their true identities. If the vigilantes knew they were from the Platinum Knight Order, they’d disappear into even deeper darkness.
“Captain.”
One of the men addressed him.
Black-haired, black-eyed, dressed in black camouflage fatigues—Tirn, the deputy commander of the Snow Leopard Unit, known as the Black Panther, turned to Ulian with a question.
“Are we really supposed to stay here, sir? Our original patrol zone wasn’t Travis—it was Nistingieer, to the southeast.”
Ulian let out a low chuckle at Tirn’s question before answering.
“That place is boring. Here, there are plenty of scum worth cutting down.”
“That’s insubordination, sir.”
“So what? If you’re unhappy, I’ll cut you down too.”
“Fair point.”
Tirn laughed outright, and Ulian joined in. They made their way back to the Ancient Fortress, but something felt off about the atmosphere.
“What’s wrong?”
“Commander. An order came down from above.”
“An order? From whom?”
“From the Chief of the Inspection Bureau.”
In that instant.
Ulian’s expression hardened.
No—it was the look of someone who’d been expecting this all along.
Midgal Rau, Chief of the Inspection Bureau. He was Ulian’s senior from their days as knight cadets.
Long ago.
During the time when Demonic Beasts infested the Northern Region.
When Midgal’s armor and blade never dried of blood, and he was called the Iron-Blooded Knight.
Ulian had admired him then.
But.
After they’d driven all the Demonic Beasts beyond the North Heaven Mountain Range, and the Carcen Family became the ruling house of the north.
When peace arrived, he and Ulian had drifted apart.
Midgal was a noble knight, but Ulian was a warrior who craved the blood of the battlefield.
Those principles and procedures of his, that meticulous process of eliminating evil—why did it have to be so tedious? Ulian couldn’t understand it.
He had no desire to waste years at the frontier, waiting for Demonic Beasts that barely came anymore.
Besides, he’d clashed badly with several seniors and juniors there. He couldn’t even go back.
So he’d been reassigned to Nistingieer, but that place was even more mind-numbing. Nothing but politics.
Then, by chance, he heard that the subjects of Travis were disappearing, and he abandoned his original post to come here….
“Damn it.”
Ulian held up the sealed order that had arrived through the Platinum Knight Order’s emergency communication network.
“No one enters.”
After warning everyone.
He stepped into the temporary office.
He released a slow breath.
‘Disciplinary action? Recall order? Am I going to face trial? If the knight order cuts me loose, I could join the Vigilante Organization here. Yeah, that’s better.’
Ulian broke the seal and read the order. But then. His eyes grew wider and wider.
“…What the hell is this.”
He threw open the door and shouted.
“Snow Leopard Unit! All personnel, assemble!”
It was an abrupt command, but the unit members moved with perfect coordination. In moments, all twenty-seven soldiers had gathered in the courtyard of the Ancient Fortress.
Tirn reported to Ulian.
“Senior knights: 3. Mid-rank knights: 7. Junior knights: 17. Excused from duty: 2. Total present: 27. All accounted for.”
“The Inspection Bureau has sent down a mission. The objective is to protect the abducted subjects. The destination is the Yarel Mountain Range. The operation commander is Sion Carcen.”
“””…!”””
The unit members reacted with shock at the mention of Sion Carcen’s name. That wastrel from the Carcen Family? Why him? Murmurs rippled through the ranks.
Reading the atmosphere, Ulian lowered his voice.
“Quiet.”
The mood turned cold, and silence settled in.
“Two senior knights, two mid-rank knights, and two junior knights will remain to garrison the Ancient Fortress. Everyone else departs for the Yarel Mountain Range immediately. Understood?”
“””Yes, Commander!”””
Ulian had his own questions about this, but why did the corners of his mouth keep rising? Something told him this wasn’t going to be a dull affair.
“What are you plotting, Sion.”
Ulian hoped—desperately hoped—that this wouldn’t be some lukewarm operation.
***
Bwindol, Rui, and Bilton moved in perfect synchronization according to Sion’s instructions.
First, they’d guided the women from a place called Shackle Cliff to the mountain stronghold of the Bilton Family.
When they suggested returning to the Bilton Family’s hideout, some of the women began having fits and seizures, but….
Bwindol revealed his origins and managed to persuade them to come along.
Rui built a fire with firewood and oil to shield them from the cold, and rifled through the Bilton Family’s storehouse to distribute clothing to the women.
I distributed medicine and potions to the wounded.
Whether the Bilton Family had been preparing for war or what, they possessed an unexpectedly generous supply of such materials.
Bilton gathered the remaining corpses scattered throughout the compound into one place. There were complaints along the way—”Why am I doing this?” and “Ugh! This thing reeks something awful”—but he worked diligently all the same.
Sylvia searched the perimeter of the compound to guard against any surprise attacks, while Sion tore through the Bilton Family’s headquarters as thoroughly as if dismantling it piece by piece.
Using Mana Detection, he first located the money, ledgers, treasures, and maps Bilton had hidden away, gathering them all in one place.
The valuables and coin were set aside as compensation for the victims, while the ledgers were kept for planning purposes ahead.
But then.
A single map caught his eye.
He unrolled it with a crisp rustle.
“……A classified document.”
It was locked with complex ciphers, and at the bottom, Seal Magic wrapped around the entire map.
“My blood’s boiling.”
Humanity’s last survivor.
The Resistance’s code name: Durki.
One of his many talents suddenly surfaced.
Sion began deciphering the code from where he sat. Character rearrangement, mana responses, regional intelligence gathered from Black Eagle—he employed every tool at his disposal.
He cracked it all in moments and unlocked every mechanism.
But at the very end.
The Seal Magic. That was the problem.
It was a spell that couldn’t be opened without taking time to understand its structure. Of course, Sion had his own trump card.
“Mana Detection.”
Thump—thump.
Divine Power responded, drawing the structure of the Seal Magic into his mind. In meticulous detail. With perfect clarity.
Sion drew mana from his Holy Wheel. Based on the information he’d grasped, he began dismantling the Seal Magic.
Whirrrrr—
How much time had passed? The Seal Magic clicked and came undone.
Shhhhhhhhhh.
The map revealed itself.
“Insane.”
The map contained location data for various criminal organizations headquartered in the Yarel Mountain Range.
“Volkov, Jagger, Morte, Guwork……. And there are this many others?”
The Yarel Mountain Range was a collective term for seven major peaks, and its expanse was truly vast.
Moreover, it was dangerous. Even for knights, it wasn’t a place they could comb through like searching for lice just to capture criminal organizations.
‘That’s why I was planning to let it go.’
But now the location map was in his hands. Excluding the Bilton Family compound, there were sixteen sites total.
“What am I supposed to do…….”
To catch them, they had to be caught all at once. Otherwise, it would be like stirring a hornet’s nest—there was no telling where they’d scatter.
With speed being essential, he’d need a minimum of twenty knights—strong ones with excellent mobility.
But Sion’s party numbered only five.
“……Hmm.”
Then.
“Sion!”
Sylvia’s voice rang out from a distance. By her tone, she sounded quite urgent.
Sion tucked the map into his coat and headed outside. And there—
“Sir Ulian?”
Snow Leopard Ulian.
He had arrived at the Bilton Family compound leading the Snow Leopard Unit.
Rui, Bwindol, and Bilton stood at attention beside the Snow Leopard Unit, while Sylvia was exchanging warm greetings with Tirn, the vice-captain.
“It’s been a while, young master.”
Ulian waved at Sion with genuine warmth. A pure white knight suffused in crimson light from the campfire—what an ethereal sight.
Sion found the image almost unreal.
And it wasn’t just Sion who felt that way. Ulian and Tirn shared the same impression.
Clearly, in his childhood he had been timid and unkempt, and after growing up, only unsavory rumors had circulated about him.
But the Sion reflected in these two knights’ eyes now bore a certain discord with memory.
And with rumor.
With what they’d heard.
“How have you been?”
“Well enough, sir knight.”
Sion instantly grasped why Ulian had come to this place.
‘He heard the rumors from Travis and came of his own accord.’
Having assessed the situation, he spoke.
“Knight, I have a request.”
“Ah, yes. I know what you mean—protecting the people of your territory, correct?”
Sion Carcen shook his head.
“……?”
At Ulian’s expression of confusion, Sion led him into Bilton’s chamber.
Whoosh—
He unrolled a Secret Map across the table.
Marked on the map in red circles were various points, each labeled with the names of criminal organizations: Volkov, Jagger, Morte, Guwork, and others.
Ulian was no fool, so he did not fail to grasp what the map and those names signified.
And because of that—
Ulian’s eyes went wide.
“This is…….”
“Tonight. Before dawn breaks. We clean the Yarel Mountain Range thoroughly. Is it possible?”
Thump-thump—
Ulian’s heart beat faster.
The scent of blood that seemed to fill the mountain valley tickled his nose.
The warrior’s blood he had suppressed for so long was beginning to boil. His face flushed with brightness.
“Oh now, that’s something.”
A smile spread across Ulian’s lips.
“A beautiful plan.”
The Returned Demon Sword Master Devours the Northern Region
Author
: Bangsim
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: June 16, 2026
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