Chapter 383: Who Is The Real Runcandel? (3)

C383 - Who Is The Real Runcandel? (3)

Murakan, who had learned of the news late, tried once again to cause a disturbance, but Petro desperately stood in his way.

"These crazy bastards, do they dare to cut off Solderet's Thousand Year Contractor's arm...? And I'm the Dragon Guardian, for God's sake! Hpmh! It's already frustrating that they locked up Strawberry Pie, but do they really want to tempt fate?"

"Please, Murakan-nim, calm down. The young master must have a plan."

"Damn bastards! I'll tear them apart and feed them to the dogs."

"You must not go out, Murakan-nim! Please! If you do, it will be... No, the young master will be in even greater trouble!"

Petro desperately blocked Murakan's path.

Stopping Murakan with pure physical force was naturally impossible for him.

Instead, Petro emphasized multiple times that if Murakan moved, it would be problematic for Jin.

"They're cutting the arms off a Warrior! If he's not securely held down, he won't be able to wield the sword as before."

The room trembled with Murakan's anger.

Everyone in the Garden of Swords could feel his energy.

Therefore, outside, hundreds of Knights waited nervously.

"I know. But, Murakan-nim, you're a Dragon Guardian, aren't you? So, in any situation, it's right to make a decision for the Young Master. Please hold on and wait until the Young Master's surgery is over."

"Haa."

"Even if something goes wrong with the Young Master, it's not too late to express your anger then. Please, Murakan-nim. I implore you...! Please also think of Gilly!"

Petro felt like he might suffocate under Murakan's energy. His lips, pale blue, trembled.

"AAAAHHH!" Murakan shouted, and Petro barely held his ground beside him.

Fortunately, Petro's pleas reached him.

Murakan decided to accept Petro's words for the time being.

"...Alright, what you're saying makes sense. I've calmed down, butler. It's not just the kid; even Strawberry Pie could have trouble if I make a move."

"You've made the right decision! Let me prepare a drink to cool your head quickly..."

Murakan walked past Petro.

"Hey, where are you going!? Murakan-nim!"

"No matter how you look at it, I'm his Dragon Guardian. I can't just stand still. At the very least, I must give them a warning. And I have to go somewhere."

Swiish...!

As Murakan transformed into his true form and left the hallway.

Petro could do nothing but watch once more.

Thud! Crash!

The walls and ceiling of the hallway were shattered by Murakan's enormous body, and debris fell.

Servants fled in terror, and Murakan soared into the sky, breaking through the roof.

'The Garden of Swords has been destroyed again...'

Petro, like everyone else in the Family, was experiencing something they had never lived through before.

The Garden of Swords had been destroyed twice in such short intervals.

Murakan looked toward the Garden of Swords, which covered the moon.

The darkness of the night sky deepened, and the Knights formed ranks.

[If the arms of Solderet's Contractor, Jin Runcandel, don't return to their original state...]

Murakan's eyes shone as he continued.

[Runcandel will start facing its destruction from that day]

His voice was audible to all Runcandels, and they knew that the current Murakan alone couldn't bring about Runcandel's destruction.

They were just words.

But they sounded like an ominous curse.

Maybe it was because Runcandel had a tendency to venerate strange superstitions, but the members of the Family felt as if his words had weighed on their hearts.

In this way, Murakan began to leave the Garden of Swords, flying towards an unknown destination.

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The operation continued throughout the early morning.

Healing the amputation required extreme concentration, and the clan's healers looked like they might faint at any moment.

"Director, intermittent seizures are occurring in the amputated arm...! We can't control them!"

Judging by his expression, there was no need to ask if the operation had been a success.

"Thank you."

"You treat me like a personal healer."

A few months ago, Lani had come to Tikan to treat Valeria, who had suffered a mana reflux.

"I saw a black cat by the window early in the morning, so I thought of Murakan-nim. But I didn't expect it to be really him."

At that, Jin's expression turned serious.

"Isn't the security in the chambers of the Holy King a bit lax? Should I get you a good sword?"

"Well, I'll think about it. I've already received quite a bit of money from you, and I feel a bit guilty about receiving more support."

Jin had been consistently sponsoring funds for the Holy Kingdom.

Since the success of his cosmetics business, an astronomical amount of money had been flowing into the Holy Kingdom every month.

The financial crisis of the Holy Kingdom, which had started due to threats and persuasion from Zipple, was quickly coming to an end thanks to that funding.

"My arms are worth that much. They feel even better than before they were cut off."

Jin felt incredibly light as he moved his arms.

"The fate of the Holy Kingdom that you and Murakan-nim saved is worth more than that, Jin. So don't worry too much about it."

"Religious Fanatic! Thank you for your hard work."

Murakan, who entered the room with a drink (prepared by Petro), ruffled Lani's hair as he spoke.

"I'd like to spend more time with you than with a drink, but the current situation doesn't allow it. There are many bastards I have to beat to a pulp. Next time, I'll come without any business, so bring some good liquor to your room."

Murakan treated Lani like a close relative.

"...Murakan, as comfortable as you are with her, how do you dare to drink alcohol in the Holy King's bedroom?"

"I'm fine with it. Bring Jin along too. Don't keep calling me all the time."

"I'm fine with it too. Why are you the only one making a fuss, brat?"

The two laughed heartily for a while.

To Lani, those two were more precious friends than anyone else.

"I should leave soon."

"Alright. It will be hard for me to say goodbye."

"I understand. Especially now, the Garden of Swords, famous for its brutality, is literally infested with bloodlust."

Before Jin woke up, Lani had already been informed of the situation by Murakan.

"I hope there won't be another morning when I have to come and treat you, Jin."

"That won't happen. Our medical team might be a bit busy today, but..."

"Don't you feel sorry for your arms? They've just been reattached."

Lani had only wished the best for the exhausted and overworked Runcandel medical team that had worked all night to treat Jin.

"Even my arms need a chance to shine."

Lani shook her head sympathetically.

"You're not planning another rebellion, are you?"

"Do I look that stupid, Lani?"

"Actually, you don't, but... well, I hope I won't be called again for these kinds of matters. Until next time. And take care of your body from time to time."

When Lani left, Jin's and Murakan's eyes were filled with killing intent.

"You've held up well, Murakan."

"I'm still holding up. I'd love to chew up and swallow those Council of Elders idiots right now. Yes, you must have some plan in mind, right?"

"I'll make a statement."

"A statement? What kind of statement?"

"A statement to restore Runcandel to its status as a Family of Magic Swordsmen."

A war to reclaim the throne of the Family.

In that war, Jin planned to carry out a feat that only he could achieve in Runcandel.

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