The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 56

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Chapter 56. Do Come Again Whenever You Wish
I examined Crombel’s shabby appearance.
He clearly hadn’t bathed in days. Though he didn’t emit any particularly foul odor—perhaps his body was saturated with chemicals.
For a moment, I recalled his past. A man who had lost his family and forgotten how to care for himself. Yes, he hadn’t always been like this.
‘Damn it.’
When I returned, I’d need to look after him better.
“Doctor, please select what research materials you need to take with you. I’ll arrange for the Inspection Bureau to transport them.”
“Ahem. Sion. Who am I? I’m Crombel, the genius scientist. Something like this can be packed away in a Dimension Capsule I invented long ago.”
“Oh…?”
“I’ll make one for you later too. Anyway, there’s something I need to verify here. Give me one more day.”
“Understood.”
I entrusted Crombel’s escort to the Inspection Bureau agents. While I was at it, I greeted Julian and Seol Pyo Dae as well.
They said something like ‘Let’s not bother with formal farewells—it seems we’ll be seeing each other often.’ So I agreed and returned to the mansion.
I pulled out a black uniform and dressed in it. I fastened a sword at my waist. It was to meet someone who had been my comrade in the Resistance before the Regression. The occasion demanded a certain gravitas.
After leaving the mansion.
I poured mana into my legs.
Crack.
I kicked off the ground with all my strength.
Whoooosh—
The earth fell away in an instant.
Whoosh— Whoosh—
I easily surpassed the top speed of a Mana Stone Engine Car. I outpaced birds soaring through the sky, and the world blurred past like a panorama.
The Breath of Fire Dragon contained within my Core was making my body stronger with each passing day.
‘At this rate, I could hold my own against a High-rank Knight.’
Perhaps I’d already reached that level.
It seemed that circulating mana through my entire circulatory system every night before sleep had paid dividends.
Racing through the sky like a meteor shower, I soon arrived at what had once been the Bilton Family’s stronghold deep within the Yarel Mountain Range.
The Mountain Fortress where I’d slaughtered so many bandits.
After several rains and under the relentless sun, the bloodstains had faded.
Moss and vines had grown, erasing all traces of human presence.
Creak— Creak—
Passing through the creaking gate, I entered to find a guest waiting.
“You’ve arrived.”
Black hair. Crimson lips. A sensuous outfit that revealed her curvaceous form.
“It’s been a long time.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
She was an executive of the Black Eagle, a thief guild ranked among the top five in the Northern Region.
‘Ren.’
When we first met, she’d been lounging in the underground tavern Black Feather, giggling with her legs crossed. Now her expression was far more serious.
I suppressed the smile trying to escape and opened my mouth heavily.
“Has your business in Travis been approved? Did you settle it with your boss?”
“…Yes. Your leader said to tell you he is grateful for your proposal.”
“You understand there are conditions?”
I had recommended that the Black Eagle operate in Travis while imposing certain conditions.
First: do not cause problems for the virtuous residents of the territory.
Second: undertake various requests that arise in Travis—information trading, ensuring the safety of trading routes with the empire, exterminating demon beasts, and so forth—and receive fair compensation for them.
In other words, rather than functioning as a thief guild, they were to become problem-solvers operating as an adventurer’s guild.
If they adhered to this, I would not object to them conducting other business here or profiting from distribution margins through Travis-Empire trade.
Simply put: obey my terms, and I’ll have your back.
“Of course. Black Eagle will gladly accept all your proposals. Furthermore, regarding tribute payments…”
“That’s unnecessary.”
“…Then we shall regularly report on all manner of incidents occurring in Travis.”
“A wise thought.”
Ren bowed slightly, then spoke again.
“Young Master, might we also manage the Yarel Mountain Range?”
The Yarel Mountain Range was the fastest route connecting Travis and the Northern Region.
But simultaneously, it was dangerous enough that anyone lacking sufficient martial prowess avoided it, so someone needed to step forward and maintain order there.
Currently, neither the Inspection Bureau, the local constabulary, nor the knight order had personnel to spare.
It would be wiser to entrust them with it.
“Will you collect tolls?”
“Of course.”
“Keep it reasonable. Don’t overcharge.”
“Understood.”
The transaction with Black Eagle concluded cleanly.
I used them for Travis’s sake, and they used me for their own gain.
It was a mutually exploitative relationship, but that was fine.
I’d have no shortage of opportunities to leverage them going forward. Building credit this way couldn’t hurt.
“Right then. Next time we meet in the capital.”
“Yes, my lord. Safe travels.”
I left the Mountain Fortress, leaving her bowing behind me.
There was one thing that nagged at me.
Before my Regression, the Ren I’d met was definitely the boss of Black Eagle — yet now she held only a deputy’s position. That discrepancy troubled me.
‘Ren. When will you become the boss?’
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Flutter, flutter!
Pigeons, ravens, hawks — all manner of trained birds swept in and out of the same building in endless repetition.
This was the office and warehouse of North Wing’s Travis branch.
I watched the spectacle for a moment, then walked at a distance. Bird droppings were a hazard.
Without the Face Mask, showing my bare face, I walked toward the main entrance with confidence.
This was my twelfth visit since revealing my identity — and yet somehow I felt a flicker of tension.
“… Huh? Wait? Wait?! Everyone, it’s Lord Sion!”
The staff recognized me by now, naturally. Even from a distance, I could see their mouths twitching upward.
“It’s Lord Sion! He’s come to inspect us!”
“Everyone hide the contraband! Don’t let him catch anything!”
“That’s right! If we get caught, we’re all dead! There’s no mercy at the end of Lord Sion’s blade!”
“His Flaming Aura might punish us!”
Starting from my seventh visit, the staff of North Wing’s Travis branch had taken to performing this odd theater whenever they saw me.
Revenge, they called it, for the time I’d disguised myself as a delivery mercenary and fooled them.
In any case, they went through this truly bizarre pantomime every time. It rarely struck me as funny.
“Snow Hawk standby squad, release your rings and prepare for immediate sortie!”
“Female staff, be careful! Don’t throw flirtations at that face — you might not survive it!”
As they approached with these jests, I couldn’t bring myself to laugh, yet propriety forbade a stern face. So I played along.
“Everyone, stop what you’re doing!”
I shouted in a voice that rang like a bell, and drew the sword at my hip.
Shrink—
I swung it with Flaming Aura coursing through the blade.
Whoosh—
Flames erupted from the steel, becoming dozens of birds in flight.
Flutter, flutter — the fire birds traced elegant arcs as they performed their aerial dance.
“You are not worthy to be called the Snow Hawk of North Wing! From this day forward, you are the Yearning Firebirds!”
It was dialogue that made me cringe to my very core.
“Kyaaaah! That’s scary!”
“Wooooow! That’s amazing!”
“I still can’t believe it even watching!”
The staff applauded at the false threat, laughing as if they’d witnessed something magnificent.
“My lord. Your Aura truly is without equal.”
“Ha. Indeed.”
Everyone thought it was pure Aura, but it was Magic — the Fire Eagle spell, woven from ‘form’ and ‘will’ through my four-starred Mana Circle.
I sheathed the blade with a click, snapped my fingers, and the firebirds vanished as if they’d never been.
A male staff member approached and asked.
“Isn’t Silvia coming? We’d feel more motivated with her here…”
“Shut up, you degenerate.”
Smack!
“Ow! Why?! Ow! Stop!”
A female staff member struck the back of his head, then grabbed his ear and dragged him away.
“That’s disrespectful to my lord! Goodness! Anyway, you—!”
It was obvious at a glance.
That man had absolutely zero sense of propriety.
Once the commotion ended, the staff bowed respectfully as if they’d never been fooling around, then returned to their work.
The dull thud of goods moving, the shouts of orders, the hurried footsteps — North Wing was always filled with this kind of bustling noise.
Just then.
“You lot! Slacking off again! You’ve got time to stand around? There’s still plenty of inventory to unpack!”
At Manager Q’s sharp command, the staff’s pace quickened.
“Tsk. The young master helps out once or twice and suddenly there’s no end to it!”
What galled me was that Q himself had shown up a beat late, having watched my fire display with the rest of them.
“If you want this month’s bonus, work till you’re drenched in sweat!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Understood!”
“Let’s get to it! Work, everyone!”
The staff labored diligently, beads of sweat rolling down their faces. Their expressions were bright.
“Young master. My apologies. The staff still has much to learn.”
Q greeted me with a warm smile, and I gazed at his face for a long moment.
He’d changed markedly since my first visit. Back then, the staff had looked content enough, but worry had weighed heavily on Q’s brow.
Now, a smile played perpetually across his lips.
“Q, I’ll be leaving soon. I wanted to stop by one last time.”
“Ah. So it’s come to that already. This is both a relief and a loss, young master.”
Q chuckled warmly. He said he had something to give me and asked if I had a moment to come upstairs.
I assured him I had time and followed him to the seventh-floor office.
“The kindness you’ve shown me is too great, and I wished to offer some repayment. But honestly, I thought there was nothing—money, fame, power—that could truly aid you. So I’ve made this, though it falls short.”
Q handed me a carefully sealed box.
“Open it, if you would.”
Following his suggestion, I opened the box to find five neatly crafted Face Masks inside.
“This is…”
“I know it’s inadequate as thanks. Still, I’ve worked hard to make them suited to your appearance.”
I picked up one of the Face Masks, fitted it to my face, and stepped before the mirror.
“…”
A stranger’s face stared back—blonde hair, my build, no discord in the voice, yet wholly unfamiliar in every other respect.
The texture was exquisite, and it even carried a faint scent. Inside the box, I noticed careful chemical treatment to prevent decay.
I was genuinely moved.
‘I honestly didn’t expect something like this.’
As a Special-class Knight, undercover operations would be part of my duties—and these masks were precisely what I’d need for the path ahead.
In fact, I’d been planning to ask Q for such work regularly going forward.
I could only imagine how much deliberation had gone into presenting this gift.
So I bowed deeply.
“Thank you. Truly.”
“What? No, please—lift your head! You shouldn’t do this. I—”
“No, Q.”
I raised my head and spoke to him.
“When someone shows you kindness, you ought to know how to bow in return.”
Q’s expression grew peculiar—as if wondering whether nobles were really like this.
But soon he straightened his face and spoke.
“Thank you, young master. Your kindness has stripped away much of my prejudice against the nobility.”
“No. Most nobles are exactly as you suspected—don’t abandon that caution. Just understand that oddities exist everywhere.”
“Of course. I will remember that. Still, please don’t bow again. It seems more befitting of a noble that way.”
“…”
I nodded deliberately.
Memories from before the Regression surfaced.
It was a rural village in the Southern Region. I’d been evacuating civilians alongside a Leonhardt noble.
At the time, I’d approached each person individually, begging them to evacuate quickly.
But the civilians ignored me and listened only to my fellow noble from the Resistance.
—Sion, you need to act more like a noble. Don’t ask. Command. Lead.
I couldn’t say why his words had irritated me so, but I’d fired back sharply.
—In a crisis like this, and you’re still harping on noble dignity? That’s a sickness, that sense of chosen superiority. Nobles are people too. Hell, a noble played for a fool by the Demon Race is worse than a common subject.
—I’m not denying that. I’m just trying to give people hope.
—Hope? By playing at being a noble and ordering people around?
I still remember it vividly.
My comrade’s sorrowful face.
—Some people simply need someone to believe in blindly, to follow without question. Whether that’s a noble, a hero, or a god.
—Such idealistic words…
—Yes, you’re right—nobles are people, heroes are people. There may be no gods. But people need such figures to exist. And such figures must be flawless.
—……It couldn’t possibly work.
—At least, I had to maintain the illusion of perfection where anyone could see.
Back then, I didn’t listen to what he said. I simply stuck to my own way.
But.
After the Demon Race swallowed the world whole, and hope vanished from people’s eyes.
So many people crawled on their own two feet straight into the jaws of the Demon Race.
They begged for their lives from the Demon Race, and turned their backs on humanity.
That sense of loss then…… is still carved deep within my chest.
“In any case, thank you. I should be going.”
I smiled as I bid farewell, and Q answered with a bright expression.
“Please visit us again anytime, Master.”
Visit again anytime.
It was truly pleasant to hear.
“I will.”
Just as I was parting ways with Q and stepping out onto the street, the delivery worker P appeared.
“Master. Are you leaving now?”
“Yes.”
“If you need anything delivered next time, perhaps you could call me…….”
P wore an endlessly mercantile expression. But somehow, it didn’t displease me.
The work was certainly done well.
“Things are going to get rather busy from here on.”
Hearing my answer, P raised his hand to his brow and spoke.
“At your service!”
It was a gesture I felt I’d seen somewhere before.
I left the North Wing Travis Branch with a glad heart.
Reuniting with Crombel and the others, we set out for Seiren.
I had a feeling this first sortie mission would not be easily forgotten.
The Reincarnated Demon Swordsman Devours the Northern Region
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: Bangsim
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