Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 199

C199 - Rumors and Pursuers (2)

Jiik!

Cyron broke the seal of the letter with his index finger.

It had been a long ti since he received his last letter, almost seven months ago. In other words, seven months had passed since Cyron's last "unique entertainnt."

"It's been a long ti since I covered myself in demon blood. But my lord's enjoynt is worth it..."

Khan smiled inwardly.

The lack of correspondence from Kashimir lately had unsettled his stomach, as he had no idea where the young master was at the mont.

Fortunately, the long-awaited letter seed to be filled with phrases that satisfied his Lord's heart.

"The Sword of Legends and the Sword of Shadows."

The description of the two swords caught Cyron's attention for a mont.

"I heard there's a man nad Barmal out there. Have you heard anything?"

"Yes, his na ca up in a family eting. They said he might be a contractor of Faytel. I don't know if he was alone or had associates, but he killed five General White Wolves on an island in the Bellard Empire, so he doesn't seem like an ordinary man."

"They'll be shocked when they find out he was the youngest."

"Really?"

"Do sothing about it. And make sure the standard-bearers don't pay too much attention to him."

"Understood."

Cyron continued reading the letter.

There was nothing about the Compass, only details about his visit to Lafrarosa and his fight against Kinzelo and Zipple. The assistance of Siris from the Hidden Palace was also ntioned without fail.

Cyron didn't feel bad knowing that Kashimir had deliberately hidden information. After all, this was not his calculation, but the calculation of his youngest son.

"Hahahaha..."

The ground around him faintly vibrated at Cyron's boisterous laughter.

"It seems he's having fun, my Lord."

"You'd laugh too if you read this."

The first page of Cyron's letter said:

(Dear Lord Cyron, last night at a drinking gathering, Young Master Jin told sothing surprising. "I think I can now compete with my father." Oh, what an incredible story...!)

Khan's expression hardened.

“The Ghost Sword seems to have gone crazy. Even if the youngest son said it, it must be properly interpreted and reported! I will go right now and give him a stern warning…”

"Khan, have you ever heard of a beast race called The Legends?"

"Yes, I know they were an unknown species that was defeated 5000 years ago, leading to their extinction."

"It seems the youngest has encountered so of the Legends, through so kind of trial imposed by Solderet, and there is one of them, a person nad Tushin (Battle Goddess), who, according to Jin, is a force to be reckoned with."

Khan was speechless.

There was no human in the world who could rival Cyron in terms of skill. Moreover, it was said that the Legends Race had been destroyed 5000 years ago. To Khan, it was an absurd story.

However, the youngest and the Ghost Sword wouldn't lie about it. Khan patiently waited for Cyron to speak again.

"The young one's logic is that, since he has competed with Tushin (Battle Goddess), he can do the sa with . Haha, it's so cute it almost makes cry."

"Honestly, I think it's just a comnt from a young person who doesn't have enough experience in battles yet. Although he's growing quickly, he's still just a seventeen-year-old, isn't he?"

Khan was soone who had seen all of Cyron's children, as well as all the other pure-blood descendants of the second generation of Runcandel, when they were seventeen.

Even Luna, who had always been recognized as the strongest among them, had been unable to compete with Cyron at seventeen, so it was natural for Khan not to believe the contents of the letter.

"Khan."

"Yes, my Lord."

"He never told he could do sothing that I couldn't."

Upon hearing that, Khan tilted his head in disbelief.

"I misspoke."

"I didn't an to be critical. But I'm also curious this ti. Will the young one be able to take responsibility for his words? If, as you say, he only said it because he is still ignorant of the world, I would be very disappointed."

Khan imdiately recognized the aning behind Cyron's words.

Cyron wanted to see for himself what Jin was capable of.

"Should we quietly take the young one to the Black Sea?"

Cyron shook his head.

"No, that's not necessary."

"You don't an to tell that the Family Head will personally visit Tikan...?"

"That would be too harsh for him."

If Cyron personally visited Tikan, the world's attention would imdiately focus on him. For Jin, Tikan would no longer be a safe haven. All kinds of major powers would start sending people there.

Cyron stroked his chin and smiled aningfully.

"Do you have the paper?"

"Here it is."

Cyron moved the quill and began writing. The smile didn't leave his face as he wrote.

In monts like this, Khan felt amazed. Ever since Luna had abdicated her throne, their Family Head had been completely devoid of laughter.

When he finished, Cyron handed the paper to Khan.

Khan's eyes widened when he saw the recipient's na at the top of the letter.

"This person is...!"

The letter was unsealed and unmarked, and its contents were illegible. Khan put it in his pocket without checking its contents. He wouldn't look at it until it was in the hands of the recipient.

"Khan."

"Yes."

"Deliver the letter and have your butler, Heinz, bring two bottles of Royal lodic Wine in my na. Give one bottle to Talaris and bring the other one within ten days."

"Very well, then, I bid you farewell."

July 21, 1797.

Two n in blue uniforms and red hoods arrived at the Free City of Tikan.

This attire was worn by the Vermont Special Division/Force only for "official" activities, and the red masks were allowed only for the Special Division Leaders.

The codena of the Third Team Leader of the Special Division was Lars, and the leader of the fourth team was Chris.

As soon as they appeared at the portal, the security forces of Tikan imdiately went on high alert. It was understandable since two Special Division Leaders had suddenly appeared in a peaceful city like that.

The patrols on the outskirts took less than ten minutes to report their arrival to the patrol captain, Alisa.

"They are not chasing after Quikantel and Enya."

Quikantel and Enya were being unofficially sought by Vermont. If they were here to capture them, they wouldn't have co alone or at least would have co in a covert operation.

"Have they found any clues about Young Master Jin?"

Fortunately, it didn't seem to be the case.

The visit was unexpected, but they were polite enough to request to see Kashimir's mansion.

Kashimir's mansion was the ho of the leader of the "Seven-Colored Peacocks." Among them, those who had once belonged to the forr royal families of Vermont were the ones who knew Ratz and Chris.

Of course, being known didn't an they were close. The "Seven-Colored Peacocks" consisted of those who had been exiled along with Kashimir, so they had an uneasy relationship.

The mbers of the Seven-Colored Peacocks who were waiting in the city inford Jin's group about their visit.

"It doesn't seem like they've co for us. Hmm, I can't think of any reason."

"Just in case, Young Master, hide in another room with Miss Enya and Lady Quikantel. I'll et with them, find out what they're up to, and send them back as soon as possible."

The Seven-Colored Peacocks, along with Kashimir, were urgently summoned and gathered in the reception hall.

Kashimir and the Special Division Leaders were unard, but there was a palpable tension between them.

It was a natural flow because it was a eting between an exiled royal descendant of the royal family and the special division directly commanded by the Emperor.

"Thank you for receiving us, Lord Kashimir," said a Special Division Leader in a courteous yet cold tone.

Kashimir smiled in response, "What is the purpose of your visit? I know you must be busy with important matters, so please tell what it's about."

Chris, the leader of the Fourth Team of the Special Division, took out a paper from his pocket. It was a check with the seal of the Vermont Emperor, and Kashimir couldn't help but have his eyes light up upon seeing it.

"What is this...?"

"His Majesty requests the cooperation of the Order of the Seven Colors. The paynt is fifty thousand gold coins, and it is to ensure the safety of a person nad Barmal. Once the job is completed, His Majesty will grant double the amount in gold."

"Haha."

Chak! Kashimir tore up the check.

"Lord Kashimir, this is an act of treason against the Imperial Family and a direct disrespect to the Emperor."

"I don't believe the current Emperor is honorable enough to speak of such matters, Captain Chris. Go back, tell the Emperor that I will not accept any deals with him."

"You don't understand, Lord Kashimir. Don't you know that Barmal has recently beco a major topic of conversation in society? His Majesty only wishes to speak with him before Zipple does. So if you cooperate with us.."

"Nonsense!"

Kashimir suddenly stood up and shouted.

"You an to say you don't see in your eyes the descendants of the ancient royalists of Great Vermont. I lost my position as a prince, and we were betrayed. Do you dare to think that you can play with us in this manner?"

As Kashimir fiercely glared with bloodshot eyes, the Special Division Leaders maintained their calm deanor.

After a mont of silence, Ratz spoke.

"...We will ignore the disrespectful remarks about His Majesty. Instead, I hope you forgive us for interrupting your rest. We will leave now."

The Special Division Leaders picked up the torn check and stood up from their seats.

They imdiately retraced their steps, and Kashimir finally cald his anger after confirming they had disappeared.

"I gave a good performance after a long ti."

Kashimir's anger was false. In fact, even if his anger were genuine, revealing it to the leaders was nothing more than an intentional act.

"Yes, it was good."

"I had to appear as a fool dragged by ancient emotions, unable to forget my forr position, so that the Emperor thinks he can do whatever he wants with my family and this land at any ti."

Jin had not yet heard why Kashimir beca an "exiled prince." He was waiting for Kashimir to tell him himself one day.

"I don't believe the Emperor sent people just to mock . He must be curious, even wanted the Seven-Colored Peacocks to collaborate with the Special Division."

"It's probably because of the incident with Quikantel and Enya. Ratz saw with them wearing the black helt, so Vermont's side would have likely assud that if they captured , they would know the whereabouts of the two."

"Fifty thousand gold coins, what a waste. It could have been an opportunity to reimburse the money I gave to Cosmos, haha."

At that mont, Jet ran towards them breathlessly.

"My Lord, Lord Kashimir!"

"My eardrums are going to burst, Jet."

"An unidentified person has co to see you, saying they wanted to support the Seven-Colored Peacocks with a special donation."

"Hmm? That's sothing the officers and staff should handle. Besides, what do you an by unidentified?"

"Well... given that the amount of the donation is not normal, it seems they brought a large ship filled with gold coins. So the mbers rushed to check it, but no one seems to know who that person is."

"No one? Today is a day with many unusual visitors. Where is that person now?"

"They are on their way to the mansion."