The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62. Selection
Early dawn.
I opened my eyes slowly, lifting my eyelids.
“Today, then.”
I sat up and glanced around the room.
Silence hung heavy in the empty space.
Suddenly the word “selection” came to mind. Not a word I particularly favor, but… I suppose it has to be done.
The ones to save.
The ones to kill.
The ones to use as tools.
The work of sorting and deciding among them.
Something I didn’t do before the Regression.
No—couldn’t have done.
“Ah.”
I wish everything before the Regression had been a dream. But.
Thump—thump—
My heartbeat rang out, clear and undeniable. Bearing witness that it was all real.
I still dream these days. My dead comrades appear with their flesh melting and dripping away, telling me things.
Not to turn away.
Who else would do it if not me.
I got out of bed and washed myself. I pulled on my uniform from the wardrobe and smoothed it into place.
I strapped my sword to my hip.
I left the room.
Step—step—
My footfalls rang out in rhythm down the corridor.
Listening to my own steps, I sank into quiet contemplation. Who truly deserves to die?
Step—
I finished the selection in my heart.
Step——
With steady, unwavering stride, I left the mansion.
Today was the day of Jephren’s execution.
By completing my selection, I erased the shred of pity I’d felt from reading his diary and hearing his story.
Those who can’t even be used as labor. Those who’ve crossed the line. Or the traitors to humanity—those who bear Black Mana.
Death is all they deserve.
I went straight to the execution ground.
His end was not a long one.
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Count Heintz.
A 3-Star Mage and a nobleman of the city Arkham, famous for manufacturing modern weapons—gunpowder arms, shotguns, and the like.
Known as the God of the Hunt, any merchant dealing in weapons in the Northern Region could not help but know his name.
His influence ran this deep:
“In the North, you can’t sell a single gun without Count Heintz’s permission!”
—a saying that circulated openly.
Weapon dealers refused to handle any shotgun without the Heintz Family’s seal of certification.
For the poor farmers of the Northern Territory, hunting was a matter of survival; demand never dried up.
Countless merchants vied for Count Heintz’s favor.
Slipping him bribes was considered routine.
Beyond that came all manner of forbidden luxuries.
Young women, kidnapped.
Children of unknown origin.
Magical Beasts caught in the Bookcheon Mountain Range.
All sorts of experimental apparatus and more.
Whatever Heintz desired, merchants stood in line to offer it.
His corruption was an open secret, yet everyone turned a blind eye. True absolute power.
But now, uninvited guests had come to the gates of the Heintz Mansion.
“We’re from the Special Unit. Open the gates—we need to conduct an investigation.”
They were Special Unit knights. However.
“This is private property. If you wish to investigate, you’ll follow proper procedures.”
The Heintz Family’s private soldiers in black formal wear blocked the Special Unit knights.
With their vicious faces and massive frames, armed with the latest-model shotguns, they radiated confidence.
But then.
The rhythmic sound of military boots echoed through the corridor.
A man in a crimson uniform, tall and striking, with brilliant golden hair and deep-set eyes—every inch the noble, moving with an aristocratic grace that commanded attention.
His voice emerged soft yet heavy with authority.
“Step aside.”
The soldiers flinched at the weight in his command. Yet they too were fighting for their lives.
“We can’t, sir.”
“I don’t repeat myself.”
“We can’t—”
Crack!
Sion’s fist connected with the soldier’s face. The massive man flew backward in a single blow. All that remained where he’d stood was a scatter of pristine white teeth.
“Wh—what are you doing—”
Thud!
This time it wasn’t Sion.
Lui, who had lately accelerated his training and risen to Intermediate-Ranked Knight, stepped forward and swept another soldier clean off his feet.
Again, the massive form sailed through the air.
Lui took his place at Sion’s side like a adjutant, and Sion glanced at him sideways before speaking.
“Show no mercy.”
“Yes, sir!”
Steel sang as it was drawn.
The Special Unit knights unsheathed their blades.
The Heintz Family soldiers went pale.
It took the Special Unit knights barely—
less than ten minutes to completely overwhelm the two hundred Heintz Mansion guards.
A single knight, after all, possessed destructive power equivalent to an entire battalion and stood as a strategic asset; soldiers relying on shotguns stood no chance.
Now only Count Heintz, once called the “God of Hunts,” remained in the Heintz Family manor.
Yet he did not yield.
“How dare you trespass here!”
Count Heintz, a 3-Star Mage, began chanting through numerous Magical Tools, summoning forth his attendants.
Forty-eight Ice Knights, clad in freezing armor and bearing sword and shield.
Twenty-two Ice Golems, each roughly three meters tall, swinging limbs thick as pillars.
The ice-forged golems and knights formed their ranks, exhaling a biting cold that cut through the air.
But in that moment.
Sion stepped forward.
“You formed a cartel and urged the procurement of ‘people’ and ‘Magical Beasts’ to present as tribute. Why?”
“What nonsense are you spouting! I have done no such thing, I assure you!”
Count Heintz glared at Sion. Sion met his gaze unflinchingly.
The two locked eyes for a moment in the empty space between them.
“Words won’t suffice.”
“If you don’t leave now, I’ll form a Northern Aristocratic Alliance and—”
Before the Count could finish.
Sion drew Ignir.
Flames blazed forth.
A burning Aura rippled savagely across the space.
Count Heintz swallowed hard, tension evident on his face.
‘It’s fine. There’s an auxiliary Magic Circle inscribed throughout the manor—my Mana reserve is superior. He may be the Golden Star Tournament champion, but he’s only an Intermediate-Ranked Knight. I can find an escape in this moment—’
It was in the instant he was reassuring himself thus.
Sion’s figure vanished before his eyes.
Or rather, appeared to vanish.
A crackling boom tore through the air.
Channeling Mana through the Ring-shaped artifact Thunderstrike, Sion’s form tore through the manor in a zigzag blur.
To onlookers, it seemed like branches of lightning were jagging across the space.
In an instant, the necks of all the Ice Knights were severed, their bodies floating into the air.
“…!”
“Ah…!”
Everyone present was stunned.
Knights witnessing Sion’s Martial Prowess for the first time were appalled, while those who had fought alongside him in the Travis Operation were equally shocked.
‘Was he this strong all along?’
‘Insane. I couldn’t even see it.’
‘He’s gotten even stronger?’
A massive fire demon clung to the neck-severed body of the Ice Knight.
Whoosh!
Flame-attribute Aura writhed like a serpent.
Just as Sylvia had wielded her Aura to erect an ice wall against Travis.
The burning Aura wrapped around the Ice Knight as if alive and breathing, then evaporated it entirely.
The bulky Ice Golem?
Crack-crack-crack!
It shattered and dissipated.
The Ice Knight and Ice Golem, both conjured by Magic, possessed strength as hard as steel.
Yet Sion, wielding Ignir, hadn’t merely sliced through them like tofu—he’d vaporized them.
Heintz, a 3-Star Mage, sank to the ground in stunned despair.
“This… this can’t be real. An Ice Golem severed and destroyed by Aura? Could he possibly be a Superior-Ranked Knight… or higher?”
With Sion employing both Ignir and Thunderstrike as a Superior-Ranked Knight, his dominance was absolute.
Sien Karsen—the prodigy knight lauded as the pride of House Karsen—had reached Superior-Ranked status at twenty-three.
But now.
Sion was only twenty-two.
A sudden metamorphosis into a genius knight.
Sion sheathed his blade and spoke.
“Clench your teeth.”
***
Heintz now knelt beneath Sion’s feet, his face caked with blood, swollen and puffy from the blows he’d endured.
Deep defeat and bewilderment etched themselves across his features.
“Where have you hidden the people the merchants brought?”
Heintz pressed his face flat against the ground and spoke.
“Why are you doing this? What exactly has our family done wrong?”
“Where are you keeping the people?”
“Search this mansion thoroughly! See what you find!”
Heintz shrieked, then ground his teeth together before speaking.
“If no evidence emerges, then even if you are the lord’s son, you must be prepared for the consequences.”
As if that were fact and truth itself.
Of course, I didn’t believe him.
A loathsome hypocrite’s performance, after all, is no different from a seasoned actor’s.
The only difference, if any, is that an actor’s performance is beautiful and dignified, while such masks are revolting.
“So it is.”
Sion drew his blade before Heintz. With Mana Detection already surveying the mansion, there was truly no need for the man’s confession.
Whoosh—
Burning Aura coalesced in the blade.
“W-what in the…?”
Sion ignored Heintz and approached one wall of his study. Heintz’s eyes trembled as if seized by an earthquake.
In that instant, he shrieked.
“Y-young master! What do you want? Money? Medicine? Women? Name it, anything, and I’ll procure it for you!”
But Sion didn’t look back. His blade sang through the air, slicing the wall as cleanly as paper.
In fact, it was paper—specially processed and crafted to resemble a wall.
The burning Aura transferred to the paper. It crumbled to ash and vanished, revealing a long passage behind the wall.
Sion strode into the passage without hesitation.
Upon reaching the passage’s end, Sion swung his blade again. This time the burning edge cut through the floor.
As the floor split and burned away, another passage opened below.
Heintz’s heart sank. He reached into his breast. It was to detonate the explosive he carried for emergencies.
But.
Snap. Brwindle seized Heintz’s wrist, subdued him forcefully, and bound both his hands.
“Ahhhhh! No! You bastards! Not there! Anything but there!”
Heintz wailed, but Sion descended into the lower passage without a second glance.
The knights gathered and bound the family’s soldiers, then followed Sion downward.
Then came a passageway flanked by iron-barred cells. Behind the bars lay makeshift bedrooms and crude latrines.
In the experimental chambers, naked men and women lay bound, their bodies mutilated and broken.
But there was more. Evidence of unspeakable experiments lay scattered throughout—people locked in cages with Magical Beasts, subjected to horrors beyond description.
The knights stood speechless. Their minds reeled at the sheer atrocity before them.
Sion, who had been standing transfixed, spoke to his knights.
“Free the people, and kill the Magical Beasts. Then contact the Inspection Bureau. We’re transporting the victims to a hospital.”
“Yes, sir!”
Among the bustle of knights moving about their tasks, Sion walked toward Heintz.
Step. Step.
“Damn it. You think I’ll go down like this? Even if I end up in prison, there are ways…….”
Heintz’s words never reached their end.
Slash.
Sion had severed his neck.
His head tumbled to the floor with a dull thud, then rolled away.
Whoosh.
A fountain of blood erupted from the headless neck. His severed head, stained crimson, seemed to protest its injustice, but Sion did not listen.
In Sion’s eyes, he was simply someone who had to die.
Flick.
Sion shook the blood from his blade and turned to address the knights.
“Send the enlisted men to the Labor Reformation Prison. Conduct a thorough investigation of the weapons dealers. Confiscate the military supply factory.”
On this day, Sion sorted through people.
Those who deserved to live.
Those who deserved to die.
Those useful as tools.
And so.
He set about methodically preparing for war.
All military supply factories and equipment managed by the Heintz Family would be seized.
They would be reborn under the banner of House Karsen.
New weapons forged in collaboration with Krombel.
A modern army equipped with those new weapons.
Sion continued to paint the picture, piece by piece.
The Regressed Demon Swordsman Devours the Northern Region
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: Bangshim
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