The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 69

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Episode 69. Gears of Destiny (7)
After Brillis and Salamander left, I stroked the egg nestled in the wide-open safe.
Hum… hum…
The egg absorbed my mana wherever my fingers made contact.
Ever since I’d first obtained it, I’d been infusing it with mana whenever it crossed my mind, stroking it tenderly.
“You’re not going to betray me, are you?”
Thump-thump.
I felt the egg’s heartbeat, faint and tremulous.
Whoosh.
It still devoured mana with ravenous hunger.
“If you betray me, you die. I live.”
I rummaged through the room’s drawers, pulled out paint and a brush, dipped the bristles in snow-white pigment, and began drawing on the black egg.
A dragon rendered in pure white lines. And riding atop it—myself.
The painting’s title: “Yongyong and Me.”
Honestly, I couldn’t claim it was well-drawn even in jest, but nonetheless—after so many years together since the Regression, I could only hope we’d become exactly this.
Afterward, I took the parchment Brillis had given me and descended into the Underground Cavern.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I steadied my breathing, calmed my mind to stillness, and read the words inscribed on the parchment with deliberate care.
“Salamander’s Tunnel”
By consuming the Saintly Cycle’s mana, one manifests ‘fire.’ In doing so, one must practice projecting the mana as far from one’s body as possible when manifesting.
……(excerpt omitted)
The first section of the parchment Brillis had handed me described the method of extracting the Saintly Cycle’s mana to ‘maximum distance.’
Remarkably, I was already extracting mana in exactly this manner.
Grant the ‘manifested’ flames a ring-shaped ‘form.’
Here, the ring must be large enough for a caster to pass through.
And you must be able to arrange these completed flame rings at regular intervals.
Like a tunnel.
……(excerpt omitted)
I manifested the magic as the parchment instructed and shaped it accordingly.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh.
I created flame rings and linked them at one-meter intervals. Like a tunnel.
Heat interferes with all things. On a small scale, it interferes with atmospheric flow, creating ‘currents.’ Pure flame, however, can interfere with space itself.
Imbue the flame rings with intense ‘will.’
Unleash violent currents and warp space with such powerful intent—and that very strength shall make you swifter still.
To achieve this, ……(excerpt omitted)
This time too, I imbued it with will as instructed. Suddenly, wind began to blow through the windless cavern.
Wind flowing around the ring tunnel.
Now ‘structurize’ this entire process.
Construct the formula and strive to activate it at will.
The method of flight is……(excerpt omitted)
I practiced the magic from night until dawn.
Even a Fourth-Circle Mage would need several years to master magic of this caliber.
I had mastered it all in a single night.
‘Salamander’s Tunnel’
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh.
Flame rings materialized before my eyes. Rings generated at one-meter intervals stretched straight across the vast cavern. Like a tunnel.
I leapt and hurled myself into the tunnel. My body was sucked forward as if caught in a current.
Boom!
Like a bullet leaving a gun’s muzzle.
The velocity was extraordinary.
Screee!
I hadn’t even used Lightning Strike, yet I crossed the massive cavern in an instant. I nearly slammed into the far wall.
“Wow…….”
I activated Salamander’s Tunnel again. This time through the air instead of along the ground. In curves instead of straight lines.
Boom!
I could still move at tremendous speed, but partway through, an accident occurred—I careened out of the tunnel.
Crash!
I slammed into the floor. My back stung, and my head throbbed.
“Ugh.”
I grabbed my head and staggered to my feet. The impact had been severe, but after a quick check of my body, I found no serious injuries. And yet.
“……Phew.”
It had been dangerous. I wasn’t yet fully proficient with it, and I’d nearly suffered a terrible fall from the increased speed alone.
Still.
“It’s an extraordinary spell.”
I’d never even heard of a high-speed movement spell of this caliber available to a 4-Star Mage.
‘With this alone, I could use it effectively not just in difficult terrain, but even in aerial combat.’
Of course, to use it that way, I’d need time to master it and make fine adjustments.
“Ha…… haha.”
The spell Brillis had given me was truly priceless.
“I can’t neglect my instructor duties.”
That day, I practiced for another three hours before heading back to report for duty.
***
-Special Division Building.
Arriving at the Director’s office, I began processing the mountain of documents awaiting my signature.
Most of what required approval involved “selection”—distinguishing between those to save, those to use as tools, and those to eliminate.
When handling such matters, I mixed in no emotion. I simply signed with the precision of a blade, without mercy.
Had an ordinary person witnessed this, they would have pointed and called me not human but a machine.
Yet sometimes such ruthlessness preserved the whole.
Rats gnawing at the territory’s economy, nobles ruining commoners’ households, bureaucrats drowning in corruption.
Against such vermin, a merciless judgment was delivered.
After finishing my duties, my thoughts turned to how the expedition before the Regression had ended.
‘No one in the Northern Region believed the Manbyeongdong expedition would fail…….’
And yet.
The expedition had failed.
Only two survivors: Aidan and Bitl, senior knights of the Platinum Knights.
Aidan was the first to return from the expedition, and through tears, he said.
-A powerful monster appeared. The expedition was annihilated before we could react. I’m sorry. That I alone survived…….
Father, along with all of the Platinum Knights, believed him. But.
‘That bastard was a traitor to humanity.’
Utterly abominable. He’d driven them all to their deaths and feigned survival.
Fortunately, however, there was the knight Bitl, who returned much later than Aidan.
That knight testified in a broken state, and I believe his account was closer to the truth.
-We found the study of the Great Sage Lemiel.
But then, at that moment…….
Suddenly, the expedition knights began dying helplessly.
There was an invisible enemy. Truly. We used magical tools designed to counter stealth, but they remained unseen.
The expedition commander and the section leaders bought time for us and opened an escape route, but…… in the end.
His contorted expression is still vivid in my mind.
“Invisible enemies, then.”
Naturally, something came to mind.
House Barches’s Kalbas Unit.
Before the Regression, an assassination squad that had driven countless members of the Resistance to their deaths.
Their fighting strength itself—merely Knight-level, early to advanced—posed no great danger…… but the problem was the cloaks they wore.
[Demon Cloak].
A legendary stealth magical tool that cannot be detected even by a Master Knight’s sensory perception and evades most anti-stealth detection tools—a broken item.
Before the Regression, numerous comrades lost their lives to them, and I myself lost both legs to their hands.
But.
The sacrifice was not meaningless.
Stacking corpses upon corpses.
And bleeding while devising countermeasures.
A spell specifically designed to counter the [Demon Cloak] was eventually developed.
I mentally calculated the enemy’s forces. Even if I neutralized the [Demon Cloak] immediately, they remained formidable. The enemy wasn’t merely the Kalbas Unit.
Strength was indeed necessary.
The strength to crush the enemy.
The expedition was set for January next year.
‘There’s still time.’
However, realistically, becoming a Knight Expert or advancing to a 5-Star Mage within two months was impossible.
That left only one option.
To seek out that “eccentric”—the magical tool specialist.
Making Ignyl into both a knight’s blade and
a mage’s staff.
But of all times, that cursed thing sits in the Eastern Region, caught in civil war.
“……Hmm.”
I tapped my fingertips against the desk in my office.
Tap. Tap.
With work piling up day after day like this, I can’t afford to leave my post. What a predicament.
‘I really do need to track down Abyl.’
Just then.
Someone knocked on the door.
Knock. Knock.
“Headquarters Commander, sir. A young girl came looking for you.”
The moment I heard those words, a soft smile played at the corner of my mouth.
‘Finally.’
According to her, she said if you want to handle large numbers, come find me here.”
‘She’s arrived.’
Timing couldn’t have been better. I’d thought she and I were poorly matched—I take that back now.
Perfect timing.
“Let her in.”
***
The girl with ashen short hair, Abyl, entered the Special Division Building’s headquarters commander’s office with the knight’s permission.
Inside was the most famous person in the current Northern Region.
Brilliant golden hair. Eyes that seemed to hold fathomless depths—striking at first glance.
He smiled with an exceptionally handsome face and spoke.
“Sit here on the sofa. I’ll prepare some refreshments.”
“……Yes.”
He prepared a refreshment set with remarkable speed, as though he’d known she was coming.
‘How did he know to prepare only my favorite sweets?’
Abyl thought the man before her possessed remarkable insight.
“You found your way here well.”
“No, I just…… The Director told me that if I wanted to handle large numbers, I should come here…….”
Abyl spoke with some concern, wondering if she’d been deceived by the Director.
The Special Division commander who observed her—Sion Karsen—laughed brightly to ease her anxiety.
“Yes. I did say that.”
“Oh!”
The girl Abyl clapped her hands saying “Goodness! The Director actually told the truth!” and Sion watched her quietly, reflecting.
‘Like Doctor Chrombell, she’s a completely different person from before the regression.’
The Abyl Sion remembered was someone obsessed with work—a truly meticulous woman.
But now?
She was nothing but a girl.
Watching Abyl, Sion thought, ‘Perhaps the world’s ruin turned everyone in the Resistance into eccentrics.’
“I am Sion Karsen. Your name?”
“I’m Abyl.”
“Abyl. The Director told me your administrative abilities are quite remarkable. So I must ask—would you be willing to help me with various administrative duties?”
The Abyl Sion knew in his mind was an administrative genius.
A child who had shouldered all manner of tasks to save the orphanage that had raised her.
Yet when the orphanage fell into financial crisis, she was a girl who’d gone out seeking “sponsorship”.
A loyal servant who had served as master the person who sponsored the orphanage upon hearing her plea.
And.
A “Commander” who protected the Resistance to the very end.
“Um…… What would the compensation be…….”
Abyl asked softly, and Sion answered with a broad smile.
“The compensation is one hundred million Jeni per year. Of course, that’s your starting salary—if you do well, I’ll raise it.”
At Sion’s answer, Abyl’s eyes widened.
“I—I will! I’ll work very hard!”
At the eager appearance of Abyl, Sion let out a soft laugh and spoke.
“And I’ll donate the exact amount of your monthly salary to the orphanage.”
“Wh—really?”
Sion nodded, and Abyl shrieked with delight, over and over.
Abyl is someone who never betrays those who have helped her, those who have shown kindness to her orphanage.
She was born to be loyal.
That’s why Sion hired her.
In this life, he would ensure her devotion turned entirely toward him.
Two hundred million Jeni per year for that?
‘A bargain.’
The Reincarnated Demon Swordmaster Devours the Northern Region
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: Bang Sim-cheon
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