TRAIGS (Novel) Chapter 555

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Chapter 555

Glenn's complexion, as he returned to the audience chamber, was as bright as the moonlight brushing against the window. The corners of his mouth, shooting up as if they could touch the ceiling, also indicated how delighted he was at the moment.

"Are you really that happy?"

Rimmer chuckled incredulously, looking at Glenn.

"If you had only been a little more courageous, you could have been called grandfather by now."

he teased, forcing a smile despite his tousled hair from being struck by lightning.

"It's never too late to start."

Sheryl walked up to the platform, kicking Rimmer's shin as she passed.

"My lord, well done. If you take the initiative like today, Sylvia and Raon will be more receptive to you."

Unlike yesterday, her tone was soft and her smile gentle.


Glenn pretended to clear his throat and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Oh, just smile freely! Who boasts about their grandson pouring drinks first?"

"It's not just about the first drink..."

"Ah, yes. He also poured you 10 more drinks. Is that enough?"

Rimmer sighed in exasperation.

"While that's something to be happy about, the reason I'm smiling now isn't because of that," Glenn said, removing his hand from his mouth, leaving a deep dimple near his mouth.

"I'm smiling because I'm proud of Raon."

He gazed at the moonlight, which seemed to be molten gold.

"The child who once struggled to become a warrior has grown on his own, created an energy center for his mother, and even prepared to bring her back to the direct line. It's impressive, and it makes me smile without realizing it."

"I agree with that."

Nodding, Rimmer swept his disheveled hair to the back.

"Not because he's my disciple, but there’s no other person as filial as him.”

The more I see him, the more I want to reach out and help him."

Sheryl agreed, a gentle smile on her face.

"I feel the same way. I want to take care of young master Raon as much as I can, even if it's just a little bit."

Roenn stood next to Sheryl and laughed softly.


Glenn, as Rimmer, Sheryl, and Roenn praised Raon's character, raised the corners of his mouth, seemingly in an even better mood.


Rimmer chuckled, watching Glenn.

'That's the ultimate expression of joy.'

Glenn himself may not be aware, but whenever he was happiest, his mouth trembled uncontrollably, much like a dog wagging its tail.

'Is he imagining what it would be like to live with Raon and Sylvia?'

It seemed that Glenn was already envisioning a future where Raon would call him grandfather.

However, there was a huge mountain to overcome before that could happen.

"So what are you going to do from now on?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Glenn tilted his head as if wondering what Rimmer was talking about.

"To make Sylvia return to the direct line and come to this main house, Raon has to defeat Roman. If he doesn't, it's all over. No, Raon might die!"

Rimmer frowned, wondering why Glenn was forgetting the most important thing.

"You may know better than I do, but the current Raon cannot defeat Roman. In fact, it will be difficult even if he reaches the realm of Grandmaster. Are you thinking of teaching him personally? Then the possibility will increase."


Glenn waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Even if I cherish Raon, giving him more privileges than now would not be appropriate."

"Well, you've already given him everything you can."

Rimmer nodded as if he understood.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"The life-and-death duel seems to have a lot of variables, erasing the South-North Union might be a better option."

Glenn planned to dismantle the South-north Union as if breaking an ant nest.


Rimmer's jaw dropped to the floor in disbelief.

'What on earth is this man talking about?'

Feeling a cold sweat down his back due to the absurdity of the situation, Glenn called for Roenn.


"Yes, my lord."

"Have you located the headquarters of the South-North Union?"

"I have identified the headquarters, but due to the extensive attached territories and mountainous areas, the overall investigation of the South-North Union has not been completed yet."

Roenn bowed his head as if to apologize.

"That should be sufficient. If we just kill the leader of the South-North Union, the rest of the organization will fall apart."

"W-what are you talking about!"

Rimmer shouted grabbing his jaw in disbelief.

"If you kill Roman like that, there will be nothing left!"

"Whether he dies this way or that way, as long as Roman is dead, it doesn't matter, right?"

Glenn's eyes were half-turned, as if he wanted to get Sylvia to the direct line as quickly and safely as possible.

"Hehehe. I will sharpen my knife."

Roenn, too, had transformed into a menacing assassin, his eyes filled with chilling murderous aura.

"Hey! What are you talking about!"

Rimmer elbowed Sheryl next to him.

"Why? He's right. No matter which way you go, as long as you reach mount Bukmangsan, that's all that matters, right?"

Sheryl nodded, saying that it seemed like the safest way.

"That's right! That's right! That's exactly right!"

Rimmer shook his head violently at the three of them.

"If you kill Roman like that, who will acknowledge it? The prestige of the family will fall to the ground! We can destroy the South-North Union later, but for now, think about how to make Raon win!"

He pounded his chest, shouting that there were no sane people here.

"It's a pity..."

Glenn clicked his tongue. It seemed that he was sincere when he said that he would attack the South-North Union for Raon's sake.

"Well, then sending out a mission seems like a good idea."

"A mission?"

"Raon is already at the wall of Grandmaster. If he goes out on a mission and gains more experience, he may be able to break through the wall on his own."

"I thought you wouldn't send Raon out on a mission again because the previous mission was too dangerous."

Glenn nodded lightly, as if he had already made a decision.

"If it doesn't work, we can just break the South-North Union."

"That's right."

"I'll get ready."

Sheryl and Roenn smiled coolly. They looked like three wolves smiling in front of a sheep.


Rimmer clutched his forehead, feeling it heat up.

'To think that I'm the only sane one here....'

As he was about to let out a sigh of frustration, Glenn's expression turned serious again.

'What is it this time?'

Just as he was tense about what he was going to say, his lips moved.

"It seems the child of the Yonaan family is quite excellent."


"She's still young, but she has a great eye. There's a reason why the Yonaan family treasures him."

Glenn praised Encia more extravagantly than a Grandmaster warrior.

"That's right. Creating an artificial energy center is incredibly difficult...."

"Didn't he call me Raon's grandfather? Johnzal?(Very Handsome) I don't know what that means, but it must be a good thing."


Rimmer's eyes widened. He thought he was talking about the artificial energy center, but he was talking about something else entirely.

"It means very handsome."

Sheryl smiled and explained the meaning of Johnzal.

"Encia uses the word handsome when she praises Raon's appearance. I heard that she wants to make Raon's face her signature mark in the future."

"What a wonderful child!"

Glenn nodded as if he was truly impressed.

"Have all of Encia's artifacts that have been released so far purchased, and contact the Yonaan family. Tell them I want to visit them."


Roenn nodded with a grin.


Rimmer sighed, watching the scene.

'Their obsession is getting worse.'

Should I really look for another job?

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Sylvia calmly raised her sword. She maintained her upper body position for a long time while pulling up the aura.

The moment the sea-blue mana soaked the snow-white blade, she slashed it down vertically.


A powerful aura blade swept through the training ground and carved a thick black mark on the floor.


"She doesn't even have the wind attribute, but what kind of aura blade is that?"

"Is that the downward strike of someone who hasn't held a sword for over 20 years?"

"Crazy. She's truly the vice division leader’s mother...."

The Light Wind members seemed to be impressed by Sylvia's downward strike and stopped their own training to express their sincere admiration.

"That's enough."

Sylvia exhaled roughly and raised her sword again. Raon raised his hand.

"Your swordsmanship is too light."

Raon approached Sylvia and shook his head.

"The angle of your wrist is off, and your ankles are rolling inward, can you see that? Because you're relaxing your arms and legs too much. The aura blade is not converging and is scattering."

Unlike the Light Wind members, he calmly pointed out Sylvia's flaws in swordsmanship.

"Ah, I haven't adapted yet! Who's good from the start?"

"Didn't I tell you everything before?"

"...Did you?"

Sylvia smiled awkwardly and fanned her face with her hand.

"Concentrate and do it again."


She nodded slowly and raised her sword over her head.

She swung her sword down again, and although it looked similar to before, the power was compressed, resulting in a faster and more powerful strike.


The floor of the training ground trembled, revealing the white sand beneath.

"How is it?"

"This time, you're using too much force."

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the damaged floor.

"You can't handle your own swordsmanship, so you're breaking the floor. If you swing your sword like this, your body will be ruined first."


"Relax your shoulders and grip. You're not doing laundry right now."

He pointed out Sylvia's shortcomings and stepped back.

"Got it..."

Sylvia nodded and raised her sword again. Following Raon's advice, she relaxed the tension in her grip, and the sword tip fell smoothly.


"It's definitely different."

"Is talent truly genetic..."

The Light Wind members applauded Sylvia, seeing her sudden improvement.

"Well, how was that?"

Sylvia also called Raon with a bright face, as if she had gained confidence.

"Not quite there yet."

Raon shook his head as if to say it was not enough.

"You released too much power, and the tip of the sword is trembling. We're not practicing variable sword or illusion sword, it's basic swordsmanship training."

"R, right."

"Then you need to focus your strength on the aura blade It's not like you're whipping something, if you release everything, how will you control it?"


Sylvia lowered her head helplessly.

"Try again."

Raon raised his hand, saying that it was still far off.

"I see."

Sylvia steadied herself, following Raon's advice. She tucked her elbows in, anchoring her strength within her body, and swung the sword down.


This time, the sword descended smoothly without shaking, indicating that the appropriate force had been applied.


Feeling that she had done well, Sylvia turned to look at Raon.

"Not bad."

However, Raon's expression remained indifferent.

"The sword didn't shake, but you came down too quickly, focusing too much on it. We're practicing, not fighting. Concentrate more."

He once again found it lacking and told her to try again.

"D, did I do well this time?"

"Yes. It hasn't been long since you picked up the sword again...."

"How long are you going to use basic swordsmanship...."

The Light Wind members grumbled, looking at Raon's expression.

"When are you going to stop watching?"

Raon turned around and glared at the Light Wind members.

"You want me to make you do basic swordsmanship for a month?"

"No! No!"

"I'm going!"

"Oh, I had a lot of practice to do today...."

The Light Wind members lowered their heads and scattered to various places in the training ground.

"Wow, that guy doesn't even care about his mother...."

Burren stuck out his tongue as he watched Raon instructing Sylvia again.

"That's the right thing to do."

Martha nodded as she looked at Sylvia's back.

"He's being strict because he cares. He's teaching her properly."

She sighed briefly with a hint of bitterness in her eyes.

"Raon looks really handsome today."

Runaan, who also bore the scars of family, nodded in agreement.

"Do you want to do it too?"

Raon frowned as he looked at the three captains in the distance.

"W, well, that's not it...."


"That devil’s brightness reaches even his ears.”

"I'm leaving."

Burren, Martha, and Runaan stretched and entered the indoor training ground.


Sylvia groaned and shook her hands, having lost everyone who would help her.


Rimmer trembled as he put his hand on Raon's shoulder.

"Don't overdo it, just...."

"Do you want to do it too, division leader?"


He seemed to be at a loss for words.

“If you stay here a little longer, I'll assume you want to train with my mother."

“Okay, wait a minute. I'm the leader here….”

“So you're joining us or not?”

“No! Absolutely not! Good luck!”

Rimmer quickly shook his head and disappeared from Raon's sight.

"No, why doesn't a leader act like a leader!"

Krein exclaimed in disbelief as he watched Rimmer run away.

Rimmer scratched the back of his head with a trembling face.

“I'm scared of him too….”

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Two weeks had passed since Sylvia picked up the sword. Her skills changed every day as if she was a different person, but Raon shook his head as if he wasn't satisfied with it all.

“Again. This time, the aura was off.”

Raon pointed to the slightly wavering aura blade and shook his head.


Sylvia nodded and raised her sword. She repeated the basic swordsmanship consisting of vertical strikes, horizontal strikes, diagonal strikes, and thrusts dozens of times.

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched the faint sword light reflected in the air.

'Indeed, her talent hasn't disappeared.'

She was growing day by day.

The reason he's pushing Sylvia is simple. Because she has exceptional talent.

If he pointed out one thing, she went beyond that, and he wanted to keep watching her.

It felt like he understood why mentors were willing to accept outstanding disciples.

Isn't it too much to just criticize all day for two weeks?

Wrath trembled his lips as if he was terrified.

Look at that! Mom’s eyes have turned into dark circles!

Wrath frowned as he pointed to the dark circles under Sylvia's eyes.

'Mother would understand too.'

Although she didn't say anything, Sylvia had accepted it well, so he was able to train with her until now. Perhaps she was also happy with her rapidly improving skills.

You have to do it in moderation! How long are you going to make her do basic swordsmanship! Not everyone is a pervert like you!

Wrath pointed his finger, calling him a crazy person.

No one will come near you anymore!

'It's okay.'

Raon waved his hand at Wrath and approached Sylvia.

"When thrusting, you need to accurately think about your target. You should always carry the principles of the swordsmanship.”


Sylvia replied weakly, nodding her head as if drained of strength.

"And when doing a diagonal cut, the angle is crucial. Know where you should cut..."

The more Raon pointed out, the darker Sylvia's complexion became.

“T, this is really poisonous….”

“I didn't know it would be that bad. He's a demon….”

“R, Raon is scary. No, he's terrifying.”

Even Burren, Martha, and Runaan, who had initially supported his mother’s training method, now left, shaking their heads as if they were scared.

Raon smiled as he heard their words.

'They'll find out soon.'

If Sylvia unleashes her full potential, everyone's perception will surely change.

Moreover, Sylvia would definitely understand the current situation. That alone was enough.

Just as he was about to offer Sylvia more advice, the training ground door burst open and Rimmer stormed in, waving a piece of paper with a grin.

"We've got a mission!" he announced, exclaiming that it was time to celebrate since it had been a while since their last one.

"A mission?"

"It took them long enough."

"Finally, I can put my skills to the test."

As the Light Wind members gathered around Rimmer, curious about the mission, a thunderous roar erupted from within.

“It’s liberation! I’m free, free from this hell!”

Sylvia raised her arms and shouted to the heavens, tears welling up in her eyes. Her expression and emotional outburst were reminiscent of a prisoner finally escaping from prison.

Raon stared blankly at Sylvia, his mouth agape.


He seemed shocked by the word "liberation", his mouth hanging open.

Even mom is fed up with your personality...

Wrath shook his head in disbelief as he looked at the bewildered Raon.

'Shut up!'


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