The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 60

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Episode 60. The Territory Will Change Much from Here On
Rumble-rumble————
Dozens of massive cargo vehicles cut across the snowy road.
Behind them, soap and shower supplies, first aid kits, meat, vegetables, and other provisions filled the cargo holds to bursting.
The Driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed forward. His body leaned toward the wheel.
He made this run several times a day, but it never got easier. He couldn’t help the tension.
Just then, as if understanding his unease, the man seated beside him spoke.
“Don’t worry. If any Demonic Beasts show up like last time, I’ll take care of them.”
The Driver’s expression eased at these words. He offered a thin smile, reassured.
“I’m grateful you’re here, Sian.”
Sian, the Spear Martial Artist whose name had been called, let out a sheepish laugh.
“I’m just doing my job well because Young Master Sion employs me.”
The Driver smiled warmly at Sian’s demeanor.
In the Driver’s eyes, Sian was a skilled warrior—capable of flowering an Aura along his spear blade—yet unlike the other mercenaries, he carried no roughness about him, and approached every task with willing initiative.
He even greeted the laborers first every time—truly a good man.
‘Young Master Sion has a keen eye for people like this.’
In any case, the Driver felt fortunate. Thanks to Sian, he’d survived the encounter with those Frost Wolves the other day.
This work paid well despite the danger, but Sian’s presence alone had become a tremendous source of strength.
“We’ll be there soon.”
“You’ve worked hard.”
“No, I’m the one who should be grateful.”
Sian smiled sheepishly again and climbed down to help unload. Though his task was guard duty, he didn’t stop at mere watching.
He worked like he was part of the family.
Was it to make a good impression on Sion? That wasn’t entirely wrong, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.
More precisely, he was repaying a debt of gratitude.
He was a man who loved his family dearly.
Because of Sion, his family had been able to relocate to Seiren, his mother could attend a good hospital, and his siblings could receive a proper education.
He worked every single day with thanksgiving in his heart. He’d decided to spend the rest of his life here.
As he carried goods and was about to rest before the Magic Stone transport, a familiar silhouette appeared from somewhere.
Step— step—
The rhythmic sound of military boots. An unhesitating stride. Golden hair gleaming. A pristine white uniform.
Sion Karsen.
“Sian.”
He called out his name.
For a moment, Sian stopped in shock. The person he’d been thinking about had suddenly appeared before him, and his thoughts tangled.
A siren wailed in his head.
Wee-woo! Wee-woo!
‘W-what should I say first? Should I just kneel?’
Standing there dumbly, Sion approached and patted his shoulder with a light touch, asking him something.
“How have you been? Why are you so stiff?”
“Oh, I—well, I’ve been well. Yes, sir.”
“Good. Do you have some time? Come with me for a bit.”
“Oh, yes!”
Sian found himself following Sion on impulse. He didn’t know where they were going or what this was about—he simply couldn’t refuse and walked alongside him.
They arrived at the private quarters of Sid Karsen, the overseer of the Crohm Mine.
Creak—
As they opened the metal door to the quarters and stepped inside, Sid Karsen and Roman came into view.
And.
A delicious aroma wafted through the air.
“Oh. What’s this, Sion—I thought you’d just barge in without warning.”
“I wanted to see my brother.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
Sid and Sion faced each other and laughed. Then Sion brought up the main point.
“There’s something we all need to discuss.”
“What is it?”
“A logistics transport issue.”
“……Well, you’ve come at a good time. Sit down. Let’s talk while we eat. Roman’s made an excellent hotpot.”
Sid and Roman made space for the two newcomers, and Sion and Sian sat.
Sian gazed quietly at the hotpot before him.
It looked so delicious he couldn’t help but salivate. Yet he did not reach for it. After all, he was merely an employee.
He simply listened in silence.
The three of them discussed laying rail from Crohm Mine to the Rumenia River near Seiren.
“It’s a sound idea. But there’s a problem.”
“What is it?”
“Beyond the mining permit issue, laying track requires approval from the Land Management Bureau.”
……
Sion nodded as if he understood.
The Land Management Bureau of the Northern Region.
An institution that plans and oversees how land is used in major cities, including Seiren.
It was established to enrich the lives of the territory’s people, but lately it seemed more interested in lining its own pockets than their welfare.
All railroad projects in the North fall under the Land Management Bureau’s purview—and those officials never take responsibility for anything.
They hate extra work.
They can’t be bothered.
So they simply refuse to issue permits.
But.
Sion smiled and spoke.
“Then there’s no problem at all.”
Sid, Roman, and Sian all turned to look at him, wondering what he meant—but Sion only smiled and offered no answer, instead reaching for a bowl to begin ladling hotpot.
He filled it generously with meat, added mushrooms and vegetables, poured in steaming broth, and handed it to Sian.
“Eat. Don’t hold back. Without you, none of this comes together.”
……!
Sian was startled. He’d never imagined Sion was paying him such attention.
He’d thought they were simply too busy discussing work!
And hearing Sion’s words, Sid placed a hand on Sian’s shoulder and said:
“I’m sorry I haven’t looked after you properly. Eat quickly. And from now on, visit us often. Let’s share meals together.”
Sian felt bewildered. I’m only a mercenary. Why are they treating me like this?
When he turned his head, Roman was looking at him with a warm, contented smile, as if merely seeing him was reassuring.
“Whether it’s the Magic Stone Locomotive or ordinary cargo transport—everything is possible because of you.”
“Exactly. Honestly, if you hadn’t brought Sian along, we’d have been in serious trouble.”
“I agree entirely. When I heard about the Frost Wolf attack, my heart nearly stopped.”
The three of them spent the rest of the meal praising Sian, their conversation blooming with warmth.
Sian felt disoriented, yet something tight within him seemed to loosen—or rather, his chest tightened. It was the first time he’d felt a true, undeniable sense of belonging.
He spooned hotpot into his mouth. Meat and mushrooms.
One bite—
“……Wow.”
It was delicious beyond measure. Could food like this truly exist? That was the thought that occurred to him.
Soon his stomach warmed, the hotpot filling his belly.
And somehow his heart seemed to warm as well.
***
After leaving Crohm Mine, Sion returned to the Karsen Family Manor.
He was there to attend a conference.
It was after he had already reported the various irregularities and negligence occurring within the Land Management Bureau of the Northern Region.
David Karsen had issued a summons to the Councilors and Ministers, convening a meeting.
The highest scholars of House Karsen who revise Northern territorial law are called Councilors.
And the top administrators of Northern governance are called Ministers.
The Administrative Bureau opens and coordinates various management bureaus throughout the North.
The Land Management Bureau.
The Trade Management Bureau.
The Tax Management Bureau.
The Business Management Bureau, and so on.
For reference, the Inspection Bureau is a separate institution, and under the Inspection Bureau’s purview is the Police Department, which handles security for the territory.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of a gavel striking echoed through the conference chamber, and the meeting commenced.
One of the Ministers spoke:
“After reviewing the agenda, it is indeed true that the Land Management Bureau requires reform. However, as matters stand, there is no successor to the current bureau chief.”
Other administrative personnel could be recruited anew. The problem was the absence of a responsible successor to lead the Land Management Bureau going forward.
A virtuous individual with solid knowledge of administrative affairs must be appointed as chief to guide the bureau.
Various discussions ensued, with differing opinions raised, until Midgal, head of the Inspection Bureau, offered a suggestion:
“What if the Special Investigation Unit conducts fieldwork to identify virtuous staff members and provide them with recommendations?
We would distinguish capable workers from unsuitable ones directly in the field.”
The conference hall erupted in murmurs.
“Is that even possible?”
“We can ask directly. After all, the head of the Special Investigation Unit is right here to conduct the investigation himself.”
Every Councilor and Minister’s gaze turned toward Sion. Their eyes gleamed with favor.
And no wonder—his father was the head of House Karsen, the most powerful authority in the Territory.
Sion, for his part, had already decided to exploit this moment to the fullest.
For the greater good, he would spare no means to achieve it.
He opened his mouth slowly, his voice unhurried. He invested his words with weight, with authority.
“Of course. I will submit a recommendation.”
No objection came.
***
Sunlight cut through the crisp morning air, illuminating the Northern Region.
Jonathan, administrator of District 14-18 under the Northern Region’s Land Management Bureau, felt his head pounding from the parade of Special Investigation Unit officers that had descended upon his office since dawn.
These knights—known colloquially as the “Special Unit”—had stormed in before daybreak and were now tearing the Bureau apart.
The Land Management Bureau had naturally raised strenuous objections, but they had no recourse.
Jonathan was furious.
No matter how powerful these knights claimed to be, could they really act this recklessly?
The lord himself had never treated them this way—what right did these people have?
Jonathan seethed, and the arrow of his rage pointed directly at Sion Karsen.
That madman was going to destroy the Northern Region after all.
All that talk about how Sion Karsen had changed, how he’d reformed—clearly those people were delusional.
‘Bastards!’
A tyrant, a scourge, a piece of garbage who trampled hardworking civil servants under his boot. That was Sion Karsen, and everyone was foolishly falling for his act.
Jonathan despised those who twisted lies into truth, manipulating public opinion and seducing the masses.
‘Charles, wasn’t it? That reporter for Daily? I need to collect everything about this and find that son of a bitch, tell him his trash reporting is going to destroy the Territory.’
He resolved to submit a petition with his colleagues.
This time, the Northern Region’s failure—this blight—had to be driven far from the Territory. Otherwise, he himself would leave the North.
That’s what he’d sworn to.
“M-Minister. That’s not… that’s not what this is, is it?”
The director was led away with his head bowed low.
“At least make an excuse, you dog!”
Curses spilled from Jonathan’s lips. And it wasn’t just the director. Colleagues, seniors, juniors, field officers—they were all dragged away en masse.
Evidence piled up like a mountain.
Falsified ledgers.
Bribery.
Fraudulent construction.
Public works on the Territory’s land, done in collusion with nobles and merchants for private profit. Shoddy workmanship was standard; they’d simply split the construction fees behind closed doors like shameless thieves.
They’d erected barriers around parks claiming to develop luxury green spaces, then left them empty—pocketing the budget without lifting a finger.
They’d received funds to build roads for infrastructure development, then simply abandoned them, as if they’d never existed.
There were so many corrupt men that one couldn’t help but wonder if such rot was even permissible.
Jonathan couldn’t lift his head. He’d never felt shame quite like this.
To think that his own organization had been this thoroughly corrupted.
His ignorance in having defended them gnawed at him.
Then.
Sion Karsen approached.
Tall and striking in his pristine white uniform, his golden hair luminous, his eyes deep as an abyss.
Tap—tap.
Jonathan swallowed hard. He’d cursed the man inwardly, but to face him in person was another matter entirely—the oppressive weight of his presence was no trivial thing.
It was like standing alone in a field of snow and suddenly meeting a predator.
Tap. Sion Karsen placed a hand on his shoulder. Jonathan felt his heart plummet.
‘Damn. Am I done for too? I suppose ignorance is a sin, after all.’
But then—something strange. Sion Karsen was looking at him, smiling gently. Why was he smiling? And why in the world did he have to be so infuriatingly handsome?
Yet the words that came from Sion’s lips contradicted all expectation.
“Jonathan. I’ve conducted an investigation, and I found that there isn’t a civil servant in this Bureau as honest as you.”
“… I’m sorry?”
“I’m going to write a recommendation. I’d like you to take on the position of Acting Director of the Land Management Bureau.”
“I… I’m sorry?”
Jonathan was so startled that words wouldn’t come.
“There’s much work to be done, but this could very well be your chance at advancement.”
“I… yes. Yes, of course.”
Jonathan found himself accepting Sion’s proposal without quite meaning to.
“Then, I’ll leave the territory in your hands.”
Sion Karsen spoke those words alone, smiled gently, and turned to leave.
Off to catch the next target, it seemed. He looked terribly busy.
Jonathan watched the knights flood in like the tide and drain away like the ebb.
“Wait, Charles. I need to contact Charles, the journalist from Daily….”
The Reincarnated Demon Swordsman Devours the Northern Region
Author
: Bangsim
Production Date
: June 16, 2026
Publisher
: Acesis Media Co., Ltd.
Editor-in-Chief
: Acesis Media Editorial Team
Address
: 10F Urban Bench Building, 325 Teheran-ro, Gangnam-gu, Seoul
Email
: [email protected]
※ This work is published by Acesis Media Co., Ltd. under contract with the copyright holder.
No part of this work may be used in any form or by any means without the express permission of the publisher and author.
This e-book is protected by copyright law, and unauthorized reproduction or copying may result in legal liability.
UCI
: G720:N+A129-20260615032

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————