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Raon instructed the Light Wind Palace swordsmen to prepare thoroughly for training before returning, and then headed towards the annex building.
-I thought you were going to whip those youngsters right away?
Wrath rolled his eyes as if he was surprised.
'I won't be able to see them properly for two months, so at least I should greet them beforehand.'
The Light Wind Palace swordsmen aren't the only ones who need to undergo hellish training to fight the White Blood Religion. As he also needs to train with the determination to die, it was right to inform Sylvia and Edgar first.
-A-and you're not going to the annex for two months...?
Wrath opened his eyes as if asking what that meant.
'I can't waste time going back and forth. I'll stay in the large dormitory of the training ground.'
Raon shook his head, saying that he needed to save even travel time.
-Then what about food!
'Of course, I'll eat at the cafeteria of the large training ground.'
-The side dishes there are too uniform! It's always the same!
Wrath grabbed his cheeks, saying that the menu was the same every week.
-And the taste isn't as good as our home!
'There's nothing that can be done.'
Raon pushed Wrath with the back of his hand.
'I can't sleep in a soft bed and eat luxurious meals while subjecting the kids to hellish training.'
He lowered his hand firmly, declaring that he should sleep in the same dormitory and eat the same food as the Light Wind Palace swordsmen.
-No! I absolutely can't accept this!
Wrath yelled in rejection, biting his head.
'Then Nadine...'
Just as Raon was about to mention Nadine's bread to Wrath, whose eyes had turned white,
"Oh? Raon!"
Evelyn, who was tending the garden in the annex, recognized him and waved.
"Is it really Raon?"
"Son! You've returned!"
Sylvia and Edgar stood up, shaking the dirt off their hands.
"Raon!"
Sia threw down the shovel she was holding and ran towards him.
"I've returned."
Raon hugged Sia as she ran towards him and bowed his head to everyone.
"When did you return?"
Evelyn approached, lowering her garden shears.
"I just arrived a while ago. But why are you here..."
Raon blinked, looking at the garden shears in Evelyn's hand.
"Weren't you creating magic?"
He had heard that the magic would take two months to complete, so he thought Evelyn would be in her room, but she was tending the garden with the family.
"I'm working hard on it."
Evelyn touched her forehead with her finger.
"Right now, I'm combining magical formulas in my head."
She smiled, saying that she was calculating the most efficient magic formula in her mind.
"Can you concentrate like that?"
"Yes. Moving my body like this actually helps me think."
Evelyn shrugged, saying that physical activity has a positive effect on the mind.
"What about Larian and Chamber?"
"I'm constantly communicating with those two. They're definitely mages above my level, and I feel my magic realm improving just by talking to them."
She curled her lips, saying that she could feel her level rising thanks to Chamber and Larian.
"That's good."
Raon nodded, looking at Evelyn who was smiling pleasantly.
"So the magic will be completed in two months, right?"
"Of course."
Evelyn lowered her chin as if to say not to worry.
"Actually, two months is a generous estimate. The magic itself should be complete in a month, but we need to improve the performance and run experiments repeatedly, so we decided on two months."
She raised her index finger as if to say that the magic itself would be enough in a month.
"Thank you."
Raon bowed his head to Evelyn.
"It's not even your business, but for you to go to such lengths, really..."
"Your business is my business!"
Evelyn shook her head vigorously, saying that it wasn't something to be said to someone who has spent nights together.
"N-nights together..."
Sylvia's lips trembled as if those words were still shocking.
"Son! You must take responsibility now!"
Edgar frowned, saying that he shouldn't pretend not to know.
"What does that mean?"
Sia blinked as if asking for an explanation.
"Our young master already..."
Helen sobbed as if she was moved.
"It's not like that! I explained everything!"
She yelled that it was absolutely not true and to come to their senses, but everyone seemed charmed by Evelyn and ignored her.
"Sigh..."
Raon felt a headache coming on and massaged his temples with his fingers.
-T-there was one more...
Wrath swallowed, looking at Evelyn's purple eyes.
-That crazy woman is above you or that Sword Demon!
He exhaled, saying that her madness and Darkan's couldn't match Evelyn's.
"But..."
Sylvia licked her lips, looking behind her.
"Where is Father?"
"He returned to the Holy Sword Alliance."
Raon told them that Rector had returned to the Holy Sword Alliance first to rest.
"I couldn't even say goodbye properly..."
Sylvia narrowed her eyes as if she regretted not being able to say goodbye when he left.
"Didn't Grandpa say he would come back?"
Sia pouted as if she missed Rector.
"He'll be back soon, don't worry."
Edgar smiled, saying that it was obvious that Rector would return in the not-too-distant future.
"Now that your mission is over, are you going to rest for a while?"
He looked at Raon, bringing up the topic of rest as if trying to change the subject.
"No."
Raon shook his head, looking at Sylvia and Edgar.
"I think I need to focus on training for two months."
"Two months..."
"It's a long time, but there's no avoiding it."
The two nodded firmly as if they understood his situation without him saying anything.
"That's too long..."
Sia frowned as if she was displeased, but having gone through puberty and having grown mentally, she didn't throw a tantrum like before.
"Then, before that..."
Raon took Sia's hand and looked her in the eye.
"I came to eat a hearty meal with you, Big Sister."
"Really? Then I'll prepare it! Helen!"
Sia called for Helen and ran to the kitchen, as if she was going to prepare the meal herself.
"I should also show my skills. Let's go!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Sylvia smiled as if to say to expect something good and headed to the annex with Helen.
-Urgh!
Wrath let out a groan and fell from Raon's head as soon as he heard about eating a hearty meal.
-Great Raon!
He wagged his tail, clasping his hands as if he had never cursed.
-I believed in you!
***
#Krein's Training Log Day 1.
The Palace Master said we should go to the hot springs to rest before starting the full training. Everyone followed him with excited faces, but what greeted us was not a hot spring, but a frozen lake on North Grave Mountain. That lunatic used his aura to boil the lake water and then threw us in.
The training of swinging swords while protecting our bodies with aura in the boiling water that felt like it was cooking our bones and flesh was too painful. But if we couldn't stand the water and jumped out, a sheath heated like fire would fall on our heads, forcing us back into the lake.
[I-I'm scared of water! I want to go home!]
Dorian fainted after getting hit on the forehead with a sheath while crying and saying he wanted to go home. This place is not a hot spring, it's hell. It was no different from the Beatings Hell where they say they beat your entire body with red-hot sticks. Our Palace Master is crazy.
#Krein's Training Log Day 2.
While massaging my head that was swollen like a lump and went to the large training ground, the Palace Master asked how the hot springs were yesterday. If I had the strength, I would have wanted to sew that person's mouth shut. The Palace Master said that since it was the second day, we would start the full training, and he personally reviewed our swordsmanship and told us our strengths and weaknesses.
I was smiling with satisfaction, thinking that it was more systematic than usual, when the Palace Master called me forward.
Since it was a familiar situation, I came out prepared, and the Palace Master instructed me to demonstrate my swordsmanship again. The moment I lowered my sword, thinking about the strengths and weaknesses the Palace Master had advised and trying to improve my swordsmanship accordingly, everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, an hour had passed, and the other swordsmen were also rolling on the ground like me.
While I tilted my head thinking it was strange, the Palace Master called me again and told me to demonstrate my swordsmanship. As I lowered my sword in a daze, everything went dark again. That's when I realized. The Palace Master was training us to block surprise attacks with first-rate Transcendent-level Martial Prowess that we couldn't react to.
[T-this is too much! We should do training that we can... Ack!]
Dorian fainted again after getting hit on the forehead while muttering that it was too much. This wasn't training, it was just violence. I don't understand how we, the Masters, are supposed to block sword strikes that even Division Leaders can't block.
This brutal training continued for four days without sleep, and finally, the swordsmen were able to avoid the Palace Master's surprise attacks, whether by blocking with their swords, evading with footwork, or rolling on the ground like rabbits.
Our Palace Master is quite crazy.
#Krein's Training Log Day 8.
Today was the day for concentration enhancement training. As I went up North Grave Mountain, somewhat prepared for the now familiar training, the Palace Master said he had changed the training method. If he was going to say those things, he should have said it before. He was truly despicable.
The new concentration enhancement training method was not for the Palace Master or the Division Leaders to find us and attack, but a free-for-all survival game among all the Light Wind division members here.
The swordsmen had to collect three of the Zieghart badges that each person had one to escape this training. On the other hand, those who couldn't collect all the badges or lost their own badge couldn't leave this mountain and had to repeat the intensified concentration enhancement training.
To escape North Grave Mountain, which would soon become hell, the swordsmen followed their own strategies: attack head-on, ambush, or hide and wait for the right moment.
Of course, the Division Leaders and the guardian collected four badges before a day had passed, and those who used their heads well also gathered badges quickly.
[Finally, my chance has come! Zieghart badges are essential items!]
Dorian pulled out a large number of badges from his belly bag and handed me three as well. But the badges we had were meaningless. The Palace Master, who we thought would simply watch the war between the Light Wind Palace swordsmen, suddenly jumped out and attacked us, taking our badges.
In his left hand was a cloth bag containing dozens of badges.
[Why...]
When Dorian, who fell after getting hit on the forehead, asked why, the Palace Master replied like this.
[I said all Light Wind division members. I'm also part of the Light Wind division.]
The Palace Master left those words, collected the badges of all the Light Wind division members, and then subjected us to even more intense concentration enhancement training repeatedly. Our Palace Master is disgustingly crazy.
#Krein's Training Log Day 19.
When we went to the large training ground, Magician Evelyn was waiting. I thought Evelyn had come to look for the Palace Master, but it turned out that the Palace Master had called her.
"Hello everyone?"
As Evelyn smiled and waved, everything went completely black as if a black curtain had been drawn, and from that dark sky, countless spells fell like rain. We tried to avoid or cut the magic, but there were too many spells falling, so we had no choice but to endure taking the magic with our bodies.
[You're worse than a demon! What sin did I commit!]
When Dorian sobbed and cursed the Palace Master, over a hundred spells fell on his head simultaneously.
[Gack...]
Dorian fainted after getting hit on the forehead with a piece of ice. Of course, the others weren't in a peaceful situation either. By the fourth day, the swordsmen learned how to block or avoid magic while conserving energy, but eventually, everyone collapsed when their physical and mental strength reached their limits.
But even when everyone was too weak to lift a finger, the magic didn't stop.
[D-damn...]
[He's not human!]
[Doesn't our Palace Master have emotions?]
[If I die, I'll definitely become a ghost and haunt that guy...]
As we cursed the Palace Master as we watched the magic approach our faces, the black world lifted, and the blue sky appeared. The ground that had collapsed due to the continuous magic was intact, and the injuries we had suffered from the magic were cleansed as if they had been washed.
It was all an illusion. When the swordsmen were about to open their lips to say that it was too much, Raon cast a chilling glance, challenging them to say whatever they wanted.
Our Palace Master was unjustly crazy.
#Krein's Training Log Day 30.
Entering the large training ground with our bodies torn to shreds thanks to a month of training, this time the Torn Saint Federick was waiting. As we trembled with an inexplicable sense of unease, the Palace Master said that today he would conduct an interim evaluation through a duel with him.
[Krein, step forward.]
Since I was somewhat used to fighting the Palace Master, I grabbed my sword and stepped forward, but something was different that day. When the Palace Master raised the Blade of Requiem and pointed it at me, my spine went cold as if I had fallen into the North Sea, and my vision turned white. At that moment, my neck was cut dozens, no, hundreds of times by the Palace Master's sword.
The feeling of death approaching. A chilling sensation that I had never experienced even in fierce battles, scraped deep into my soul and passed.
"Urgh..."
I dropped my sword and collapsed on the spot. As I tried to regain my senses somehow while gasping, strangely, my pants felt warm. Tilting my head and looking down, I saw that my pants were wet. Even though it wasn't raining, a pungent smell wafted.
[Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to go that far.]
The Palace Master clasped his hands apologetically, saying that he hadn't been able to control the power of his Soul Weapon. I had gotten wet, but fortunately, it seemed that no one had noticed since the swordsmen were looking at my side profile or the Palace Master. Just when I was about to quickly leave this place, Dorian approached from the side.
[D-do you want pants? Pants are essential items.]
Dorian brought up the topic of pants so that others would notice my condition, having read my state with his Mental Eye. I cursed and hit Dorian's forehead, but it was too late. The eyes of the Light Wind Palace swordsmen were fixed on my wet pants. I wanted to bite my tongue and die at that moment. Our Palace Master was insanely crazy.
Ah, add that damn Dorian for today too!
***
"That's all for today."
Raon clapped as he stood on the platform.
"There will be new training tomorrow morning, so rest quickly."
He instructed the swordsmen to rest, who were wearing torn training uniforms thanks to the practical training.
"Haa..."
"M-I'm dying."
"How does it get harder with every passing day?"
"I can't adapt..."
The swordsmen dropped their shoulders, saying that they couldn't adapt to the training.
"That means he's helping us a lot."
"Yes. The effects are definitely there."
Burren and Martha clenched their fists with their weakened hands, as if they were satisfied with their training.
"T-I'm sleep-deprived..."
Runaan swayed like a zombie with half-closed eyes, saying that everything was fine except for the lack of time to sleep.
"L-let's go..."
"Mm..."
Krein and Dorian walked like slugs, holding each other's shoulders as if they had no strength to walk. Their foreheads were swollen in harmony.
As the bustling air disappeared, silence and darkness descended upon the Fifth Training Ground.
Raon didn't return to the dormitory, but went down to the dark large training ground and pulled out his Heavenly Drive.
-Don't you ever get tired?
Wrath exhaled as if he was dumbfounded.
-Training the youngsters from dawn till dusk, and then personal training from this hour, it's too much!
He shook his head, saying that Raon would soon die if he didn't sleep even for an hour a day.
'There's no avoiding it. I need to get stronger too.'
Just nurturing the Light Wind Palace swordsmen won't be enough to win the war against the White Blood Religion. He needs to rise even higher than now to keep his promise to save Martha's mother from the Leader of the White Blood Religion. Raon demonstrated unwavering swordsmanship despite being more exhausted than anyone else in the Light Wind division.
-You're crazy, in a good way and in a bad way.
Wrath said he was crazy, but he didn't go into the bracelet and watched his training until the end. Thus, as time and everyone's desires flowed, the season of falling white snow arrived before they knew it.
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