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Chapter 87
"ier... Sword Clan?"
The Saintess asked in a trembling voice.
"In this day and age, a sword clan?"
After the advent of mana suits and the Masters, knights had greatly declined in society.
It was only natural for the sword clans, which once taught martial arts and ford powerful factions, to fall as well.
Now, aside from a few historic sword clans, it was nearly impossible to find any.
"But this place carries the na ier...
ier Sword Clan.
The na itself was not entirely nonexistent.
Hundreds of years ago, when knights and sword clans were still active,
the 'ier' Sword Clan, nad after the ier Empire, had sprung up countless tis.
But they were all frauds, and there had never been a true sword master of ier's na.
But the ier na this person spoke of felt different from those charlatans.
He had shown the power of a Sword Master, riding Drake and demonstrating combat skills.
Looking at him, the Saintess couldn’t help but ask.
"Does the ier Sword Clan... perhaps have any connection to the ier Empire?"
"Yes. I am a descendant of the ier Imperial Family."
"I see. I thought the ier Imperial Family had fallen..."
"After the collapse of the unified empire, we survived by changing our na and surna. But now, I have earned the right to revive my family’s na, and I’ve decided to restore the sword clan."
The 'right' he spoke of,
must refer to being a Sword Master.
The Saintess recalled the Aura Sword from earlier.
"That was definitely not a Holy Knight’s sword."
The white knight’s Aura Sword made of light.
Since Holy Knights also dealt with light mana, a skilled Holy Knight could create a sword of light like that.
To ordinary people, since the sword was made of light, both swords might have seed similar…
But through the Saintess’s eyes, the two swords were completely different.
No matter who made it, a Holy Knight’s sword always had a similar appearance and mana flow.
The source of a Holy Knight’s power ultimately ca from the heavenly realm.
Thus, every sword created in that manner shared a similar structure to the Holy Sword Astella.
No matter how skilled a Holy Knight was, they could never create their own unique Aura Sword, like the white knight had.
After all, even if they wielded the sa weapon, they were in different realms.
This person was definitely a Sword Master.
"I didn’t originally intend to visit you like this. However, due to an incident at the palace, I had to take the liberty of seeing you."
"What happened at the palace?"
"Yes."
As the white knight explained what had happened at the palace the day before, the Saintess's expression gradually stiffened.
Especially when he ntioned the Black Skull, her face turned cold.
"The Black Skull, you say?"
"The Black Skull..."
"It refers to the first stage of demonic transformation, where a human becos a demon."
Those who accepted the demonic power into their skulls beca loyal minions of the demon world.
Since the first cases were reported 500 years ago, the Black Skull phenonon had spread in secrecy.
Among the high-ranking individuals who learned that the Middle Realm was a colony of the Demon Realm, so often fell into the corruption of becoming Black Skulls.
"No wonder the movents in the palace seed odd..."
"Princess Violet wishes to invite you, Saintess, to help identify them."
"I understand. I will depart with the Holy Knights. It will take so ti to prepare...
Saintess Theresia said, glancing at the Drake behind her.
"Dragon Knights used to carry several people on a Drake back in the day."
Dragon Knights were mostly skilled Sword Masters, able to deploy a Sword Area from their Drake’s back and carry multiple people.
Could this man do the sa? Just then, the white knight spoke first.
"Shall we ride together? We don’t have much ti."
"Our Holy Knight Order needs to carry at least 30 people... Will that be alright?"
"That number should be fine."
"Then I’ll leave it to you."
At Stein’s suggestion, the Holy Knight Order’s preparations sped up.
Riding a Drake.
When would such an opportunity co again?
"That person never removes his helt."
Saintess Theresia quietly watched as Stein arranged a seat on the Drake.
A descendant of ier.
What kind of person was he?
Did he have the silver hair and golden eyes that were characteristic of the ier family?
"Now that I think about it, I rember Kaylen."
Kaylen, with his 6th Circle talent, was the top candidate to join the Sanctuary.
He, too, had silver hair and golden eyes.
Later, she found out that his faction, the Civil Squad, was also nad "ier," which made her wonder if he could be a descendant of ier.
"Could it be...?"
6th Circle talent.
And a Sword Master.
Both were extraordinary abilities, and both used the na ier.
Could there be so connection?
"I need to see the face beneath the helt."
The Saintess closed her eyes for a mont, then opened them.
With a flash, a pure white light glimred in her pupils and vanished.
Her vision expanded, passing right through the helt.
The Eyes of Truth.
This was the Saintess’s divine power to discern the truth.
What was revealed beneath the helt was...
The face of a Sword Master resembling Eldir, an Elf.
Just before Kaylen t the Saintess.
"Eldir, I need to borrow your face for a while."
"Eh? My face...?" Kaylen said to Eldir, who was swinging a sword at the training ground.
"Yes. I think I need to appear as a Sword Master."
"Then, why don’t you just show yourself?"
Eldir replied, confused.
Kaylen, with his 6th Circle talent, was bound to cause a huge stir once his Sword Master status beca known.
But Kaylen wasn’t soone who would be burdened by such attention.
Rather, he planned to use that interest to further revitalize the ier Sword Clan.
"I originally planned to do that, but sothing ca up."
Kaylen briefly explained to Eldir about the situation with the Bormian royal family.
The shocking information that the royal family, including the first Prince, had allied with the Demon Realm left Eldir stunned.
"If that's the case, hasn't the entire royal family already sided with the Demon Realm?"
"Princess Violet cooperated with , but I'm still suspicious about the other royals. I need to look into that too."
"So that's why you're hiding your identity?"
"That's part of it. But seeing the royal family betray like this has raised a question for ."
Slowly, Kaylen's face began to shift into Eldir's.
Unlike Eldir's true form, with his eyes and ears scarred, both eyes remained intact, and his ears were human, but the overall appearance was completely identical to Eldir.
"Could it be that only the traitors ca from the royal family?"
"What do you an...?"
"Historically, the people most vulnerable to the temptations of the Demon Realm were wizards."
"…That’s true."
Wizards had always been vulnerable to the allure of the Demon Realm.
The Demon Realm could be considered the heart of magic, after all.
As wizards conducted their research, they often ca across forbidden grimoires related to dark magic.
Many fell into the forbidden arts and beca dark mages.
"If the royal family has already betrayed, what about the Mage Tower?"
"Mm..."
"If I were still a wizard, investigating the Mage Tower would be easy, but if my identity as a Sword Master is revealed, they'd likely be more wary of than try to win over."
Kaylen, with his 6th Circle talent.
Even though he was affiliated with the Fairy Mage Tower, there were still many in the Mage Tower who coveted him.
If he were to visit the Mage Tower now, they'd likely try to win him over, but once he revealed himself as a Sword Master and declared his intention to rebuild the ier Sword Clan, things would change.
Even if he visited, they'd likely be more suspicious of him.
"Therefore, for now, I will use this face as the Sword Master 'Stein.'"
"Understood."
"No need to worry too much. I won’t be taking off the helt often."
"No, it's really fine. You can go ahead and act without the helt."
"It’s not because of you."
Shiiiing.
As Kaylen activated his mana suit in the form of gauntlets, a bright white light spread across his body.
His appearance now resembled that of the White Knight he had shown at the royal palace.
The only difference was that the gauntlets were engraved with a magical circle alongside the "Myorn Workshop."
This proved that the armor was a mana suit.
"Mana Suit 'Normal' and 'Expert.'
I need to promote it properly."
"Ah..."
"If a Sword Master wears it, it will serve as advertisent."
Had he thought of promoting the mana suit as well?
Eldir’s gaze kept lingering on the "Myorn Workshop" engraving.
A mana suit worn by a Sword Master.
Indeed, any knight would notice it.
"The workshop will likely get busy."
Violet had stayed awake all night, keeping watch over Prince Diether Hart's quarters.
A priest who had stayed at the royal palace ca by to check, but…
"There's nothing wrong with the prince's body."
The examination results showed no abnormalities.
Despite this, Diether Hart remained unconscious, limp.
Violet sent the priest away and decided to investigate his room herself.
"So many books in the Demon Language..."
In the past, when Diether Hart read books in the Demon Language, Violet thought he was just gathering information on dungeons.
But now, seeing the entire room filled with such books, Violet couldn't help but feel suspicious.
"That undead pretended to be my brother, and I ignored it... but why did he collapse and urgently tell to go to the palace?"
"Why did the palace, which had a magic circle drawn when the White Knight fought the undead, look normal once the magic circle disappeared?"
"And where are the maids?"
The sound of the maids' footsteps, which was normally heard, had disappeared. She had followed the sound, but found no trace of anyone.
The palace was a place of illusions for Violet.
"...Brother. It can't be, can it?"
Violet sighed as she looked at Diether Hart.
Ever since her mother was executed, her father, the king, had rarely appeared before her, leaving Diether Hart as the only family she had left.
"We promised to survive and punish the Duke of Oblaine, to avenge Mother...
But now he's following the Demon Realm and trying to control his mind?
I can't believe it."
Despite the many unsettling points, Violet wanted to believe in Diether Hart.
Then, suddenly, Diether Hart, who had been slumped and unconscious, snapped his eyes open.
"Violet."
"Brother, you're awake?" Violet sighed in relief and hurriedly approached Diether Hart.
Seeing him awake, Violet felt reassured. That undead had likely impersonated her brother after all. She had doubted him for a mont, but now she felt guilty.
"Yeah... Ugh, my head hurts. Did sothing happen?"
"You don't rember telling to go to the palace?"
"I told you to go to the palace?"
Diether Hart looked confused.
When Violet explained, his face contorted.
"There were minions of the Demon Realm in the palace? And they even impersonated ...?"
"Yes. I subdued him, but the palace still seems suspicious, so I invited the Saintess to check on your condition as well."
"The Saintess? Good. You did well."
Violet felt a weight lift from her chest as Diether Hart responded so readily.
The fact that he welcod the Saintess's arrival made her believe Diether Hart had nothing to do with the undead.
"Violet, I'm terribly hungry... Could you call the maids?"
"Yes, Brother."
As Violet left the room, Diether Hart lifted one corner of his mouth, forming a twisted smile.
"With the Saintess coming, this is perfect... I'll have more to offer to my master."
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