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"Help me...."
Raon frowned as he reread the single sentence written on the letter.
'Is he serious?'
Although he hadn't established a deep connection with Borgos, he knew the man wasn't frivolous enough to play such pranks on him. To send such a letter to someone he wasn't close to, it seemed he must be in a desperate situation.
"Mmm...."
Chad, the leader of the Shadow Agents, looked at the letter and gasped.
"Judging by the fact that it only says 'help me', it doesn't seem like a joke."
He nodded seriously, seemingly having reached the same conclusion.
"Do you have any information about the Grey Hammer Guild?"
"The Grey Hammer is the artisan guild led by Borgos, who sent that letter. But obviously you already know that..."
Chad lowered his gaze in apology.
"I'm sorry. Currently, the Shadow Agents are concentrated on gathering information about the Five Kings and Five Demons war that's happening across the continent, so we don't have any information about the Grey Hammer Guild..."
He bowed his head, apologizing for not being able to help.
"No need to apologize."
Raon shook his head calmly.
"It's natural that you wouldn't know."
Currently, the Shadow Agents don't have enough hours in the day to monitor Zieghart's territory alone.
It was natural that they wouldn't have information about the Grey Hammer Guild, which wasn't related to the same.
"Maybe it's fortunate that there's no information."
It might be better news that there wasn't any information, as it reduced the possibility of this matter being related to the Five Demons.
'Should I ask in the black market then?'
Raon frowned as he looked at Borgos' rough handwriting again.
"No, I don't think there's time for that."
Sending such a letter without any further explanation meant the situation was extremely urgent. It seemed the best thing to do was to visit places where he could gather information while heading to the Grey Hammer Guild.
"You're planning to go, aren't you?"
Chad's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had guessed Raon's thoughts.
"Yes, I owe him a favor, and I need the dwarves' help."
He nodded.
'Zieghart's artisans aren't enough to process dragon bones and scales.'
Artisans capable of crafting weapons and armor from dragon bones, teeth, and scales were scarce. He wanted to help not only Borgos, but also the dwarves of the Grey Hammer Guild, as they could be of great help.
"Then I'll gather information and send it to you."
Chad said he would prepare immediately and bowed his head.
"Thank you."
Raon bowed his head in response to Chad.
"Oh, no! No need for that! Between us!"
Chad waved his hands and ran towards the Shadow Agents' rooms.
"Between us, huh...?"
Raon watched Chad with calm eyes before turning his gaze towards the annex building.
'But....'
How to explain that he was leaving again after having returned less than a day ago? Sylvia and Edgar would understand, but he was worried about how Sia would react, with her still childish mind.
"Sigh...."
Raon let out a long sigh as he walked towards the annex building with heavy steps.
"This king's brilliant mind predicts...."
Wrath licked his lips as if he were excited.
"Could you be beaten?"
'I mean that's nonsense, but...'
Raon swallowed hard when he saw Sia waving her hand in front of the annex building.
'Could it be true?'
* * *
"I still don't know Raon well enough."
Glenn shook his head as he looked back and forth between Sheryl and Roenn.
"I thought he was Zieghart's greatest talent, but he's more than that. The best on the continent. No, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's the best of all time."
He revealed his flushed cheeks, saying he had been surprised more than once while teaching Raon today.
"When I teach him one thing, he understands ten and comprehends five. Although he's my grandson, I felt like I was watching a monster."
Glenn grabbed the armrest of the throne, saying that Raon's talent in martial arts was growing even more.
"He's in another league. That expression suits him better. I'm more excited for what he'll show in the future than what he's shown so far."
Glenn leaned back on the throne, openly showing his enchanted expression with his grandson.
"Jejeje."
Roenn clapped for Glenn.
"I'm also surprised by young master Raon's progress. While ordinary martial artists focus on maximizing their strengths, Raon not only improves his strengths but also overcomes his weaknesses."
He nodded and said it had been remarkable talent and effort.
"That's right! Even the most brilliant geniuses have weaknesses, but Raon is erasing his flaws!"
Glenn couldn't help but clench his fist. For the first time in a long time, the armrest of the throne crumpled like paper.
"Isn't that so?"
He gestured towards Sheryl, who blinked as if seeking agreement.
"That's right! There's no one like Raon anywhere!"
Sheryl nodded quickly with wide eyes.
"Ahem!"
Glenn let out a joyful laugh, his forehead turning red as if he were happy to hear praise for his grandson.
"Lord Roenn..."
Sheryl approached Roenn, taking advantage of Glenn's laughter.
"How can you answer like that? It's already the fifth time he's said the same thing."
Glenn had called her and Roenn since dawn and had been repeating the same words five times, as if they were playing a magic recording. While it was initially surprising, it became tedious after hearing it repeatedly, and she was surprised how Roenn could answer with such indifference.
"The Celestial Sword Division Leader might not know, since you often go on missions, but..."
Roenn shook his head with a soft smile.
"Repeating it five times is quite common."
He smiled slightly and said it wasn't uncommon for praise of Raon to be repeated ten times.
"Oh...."
Sheryl clasped her hands in front and bowed her head.
"You must have a hard time."
"Jejeje."
Roenn simply laughed, unable to deny it.
"Sheryl!"
Glenn called Sheryl by name, lowering his eyebrows.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Of course!"
Sheryl nodded quickly.
"Then, which form of the Celestial Thunder Arts surprised me?"
"The second!"
She answered without hesitation, having heard Glenn's words for the fifth time.
"No, it was the fourth."
Glenn shook his head firmly.
"What? But..."
"I was very surprised by the second form, but I was much more surprised by the fourth."
"No, what's the difference...?"
"Don't you understand the difference?"
He lowered his eyebrows as if he were incredulous.
"I don't understand..."
As Sheryl rolled her eyes, a knock came that seemed to rescue her.
"Lord House Leader. May I come in?"
As soon as Raon's soft voice was heard, Glenn's wrinkled expression softened like a lie.
"Ahem!"
Glenn cleared his throat and nodded.
"Come in."
He couldn't hide the tremor in his voice, as if his mood had suddenly improved.
"I'm sorry to bother you when you must be tired. Oh?"
Raon opened the door himself and entered, then widened his eyes in surprise.
"Celestial Sword Division Leader?"
He had expected Roenn to be there, of course, but he hadn't expected Sheryl to be present as well.
"Welcome. Truly."
Sheryl waved her hand with a face that seemed more welcoming than ever.
"Yes. What brings you here?"
Glenn nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching like a freshly caught fish.
"I came because I have an urgent matter to attend to. Just now..."
Raon let out a short sigh and explained about receiving Borgos' letter.
"Borgos of the Grey Hammer Guild..."
Glenn raised his hand to stroke his chin.
"Although he's of a different race, he's not one to say nonsense."
"I think the same. Although our encounter was brief, he seemed like a man of substance."
While other dwarves were surprised by the dragon, Borgos had recognized his abilities through his wounds. For such a serious person to send a letter asking for help, he must surely be in a great crisis.
"Then...."
"Yes, I want to go."
Raon bowed his head and said he had to leave.
"Are you thinking of taking the Light Wind division with you?"
"No. I plan to give the swordsmen a break. There's also the possibility that it's a trap."
It would be unreasonable to take the entire Light Wind division, considering the possibility of it being a trap laid by the Five Demons. He intended to take only those who could survive without his help.
“I'm planning to take three squad leaders and the supply manager.”
Raon clasped his hands in front and said he would only take four people with him.
"It's a good idea. I should consider that too."
Glenn said he would consider it, slowly biting his jaw.
"Then...."
Sheryl raised her hand towards Glenn.
"Should I go with you?"
She shrugged as if asking what he thought.
"That would be good."
Glenn nodded as if it were a good idea.
"That would be good?"
Raon widened his eyes.
"I'd be happy, but you must be tired..."
Sheryl was the busiest person in Zieghart at the moment. He didn't want to steal her time when she had just returned and was resting.
"It's alright."
Sheryl approached and shook her head.
"I think staying here would be more tiring."
She nudged him in the waist as if insisting that he take her with him.
"Then let's include the Celestial Sword Division Leader as well. But..."
Glenn narrowed his eyes as he looked at Raon's head.
"Why is your hair in that state?"
He frowned as he looked at Raon's hair, which looked as if it had been gnawed on by mice or as if birds had built a nest in it.
"Ah..."
Raon chuckled awkwardly as he smoothed down his hair that was standing on end.
"My sister...."
Although his mother and father had encouraged him to go, Sia didn't accept it and they fought. Being so strong, he couldn't defend himself properly and she pulled his hair.
"Mmm...."
When Raon explained what had happened in the annex building, Glenn's eyes sank deeply.
"House Leader. It's nothing serious. We didn't fight, it's just that..."
Although he tried to explain that Sia had acted simply out of disappointment, Glenn's stern expression didn't soften.
'Why is he acting like that?'
As he tilted his head in confusion, Sheryl approached and whispered to him.
"He seems jealous."
"Excuse me?"
Raon widened his eyes.
"Jealous, you say?"
Of her pulling his hair? Or of him being pulled by his hair? Unable to understand either, he couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly.
"Puaj...."
Wrath shook his head as he looked at Glenn.
"He's lost it! He's completely lost it!"
* * *
Next to the Fifth Training Ground was the Light Wind division's dormitory.
It was quiet since most of the swordsmen had returned to their family homes, but there was one particularly noisy room.
"I've filled a lot, but I've also used a lot."
Dorian frowned as he examined his bag.
"I need to fill it all up."
Although they had obtained a large amount of dragon bones, scales, and teeth in Sepia this time, they had consumed a considerable amount of supplies to defend themselves against enemies. It seemed he would have to be busy for a few days to replenish them.
"First, stone walls, internal injury medicine, external injury medicine, holy water..."
As Dorian listed the necessary items, someone knocked on his door.
"Who is it?"
When he opened the door, there was no one there, just a note on the floor.
"What's this?"
When he opened and read the note, it was a letter from Raon saying he had to go somewhere and get ready.
"Sigh, calling suddenly again."
Dorian sighed as he placed the note on the desk.
"No time, no date."
As if imitating Rimmer, Raon had only left a note saying to get ready and disappeared.
"Do I need to fill up faster?"
Since he didn't know when Raon would arrive, it seemed he had to act quickly to replenish the missing items. Just as Dorian was about to get up after writing down the necessary items, he heard another knock.
"What's going on this time... eh?"
When he opened the door, this time Raon was there. And he was already prepared to leave.
"Division Leader?"
Dorian widened his eyes, seemingly nervous about Raon's sudden visit.
"Are you ready?"
Raon nodded as if to say: let's go.
"Eh... What?"
Dorian's eyes widened.
"It hasn't even been 30 minutes since you said we were leaving!"
"It's enough time, isn't it?"
"No, it's not that, I need to gather supplies!"
He grabbed his head and said there were many things missing.
"If you call like that suddenly..."
"I told you beforehand."
"It's been 30 minutes! 30 minutes! Even the vice leader gave at least half a day's notice!"
Dorian shouted that it was too much.
"30 minutes is enough."
Raon shook his head and said 10 minutes should be enough for a swordsman to get ready.
"That's for you, Division Leader! I'm the quartermaster! When supplies run low, my arms and legs start to tingle, and my chest tightens!"
Dorian shook his head, asking for some time to prepare the supplies.
"Alright, then we can pick them up when we get there."
"What? How can we pick them up when we get there...?"
Unable to understand, he could only tilt his head in confusion.
"Well, our destination is..."
Raon smiled as he looked at Dorian's innocent eyes.
"Your house."
* * *
A dark, shadowy coast. While the bright sunlight fell on the continent, only the cold moonlight filled this beach.
"......"
Behind the mask of the young man looking at the coast with his hands behind his back, only the white light of the moon was reflected. As he enjoyed the silent darkness, a man wearing a green serpent helmet appeared.
"Seems like you've been busy."
The man wearing the green serpent helmet, the Green Serpent, narrowed his eyes sharply.
"As you know, I have many matters to attend to. But..."
The Fallen One, wearing the young man's mask, bowed his head slightly.
"I heard you failed again."
The Fallen One clicked his tongue briefly as if he were regretful. His voice was soft enough to enchant people, but his tone was too decisive.
"Well, I thought I might catch Raon Zieghart this time..."
The Green Serpent's lament shook the faint night breeze.
"He seemed much stronger than we thought. He's a guy who defies the laws of this world."
He let out a hollow laugh and said he still couldn't believe it.
"I heard rumors that he had reached Transcendence, but are you saying that even you and the ancient dragons were no match for him?"
The Fallen One slowly turned his gaze to look at the Green Serpent.
"He faced an ancient dragon and me simultaneously without being overwhelmed. If Matirus had used all his power, we might have been able to catch him, but he foolishly let his guard down and instead was killed."
The Green Serpent mocked the already dead ancient dragon.
"He's the type who gets stronger with experience, so he's probably even more dangerous now."
"I suppose so. He's a completely different person from the one he was when he was captured by our branch."
The Fallen One nodded in agreement.
"Actually, I had the opportunity to cast a soul binding spell on Raon, but Merlin interfered again."
The Green Serpent's serpent eyes narrowed.
"That's unfortunate."
The Fallen One pushed back the hair that was falling over his forehead. He seemed to regret not only failing to catch Raon, but also that the Green Serpent hadn't died.
“Do you take human lives so lightly?”
The Green Serpent's eyes curved sharply.
"Aren't you complete through death?"
The Fallen Ones looked at the Green Serpent with understanding eyes.
"Seeing your good mood, I suppose your mission went well, didn't it?"
The Green Serpent rolled his eyes as he looked at the Fallen One.
"You're as insightful as a serpent."
The Fallen One nodded calmly.
"The best outcome I had imagined has come true."
"What luck. Actually, I haven't suffered any losses either."
The Green Serpent nodded slightly, seemingly pleased to have gained something from this incident.
"I can guess what happened."
The Fallen One let out a slight smile as if he had read the Green Serpent's thoughts with just a glance.
"But Merlin. Merlin again. She's causing considerable damage."
He stroked his sharp chin and let out a sticky smile.
"We can't leave her alone, can we?"
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