The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 313

Sacred Realm (22)

Clan of Prophecy.

Jeremiah’s birthplace, now filled with people who have lost all their abilities and are no different from ordinary people.

Jerome was a descendant of such a Clan of Prophecy and currently holds the position of leader, but he said it was a meaningless title because the number of members was so small.

Jerome began to tell the story of his clan. The Clan of Prophecy was a small clan that lived on the outskirts of Ireland.

The number of members had been maintained at fewer than one hundred, and in the distant past, they sought prosperity through prophecy.

But that was only for a moment. At some point, their prophecies began to go wrong, and they even lost the power of prophecy.

Thus, the Clan of Prophecy was destined to disappear into history, but fortunately, the power to foresee the short-term future remained, and they continued their lineage.

“…We have lived like that. Everyone scattered, but we occasionally contacted each other and asked about each other’s well-being.”

“I see.”

“But from one day, one or two people started to lose contact.”

Jerome went to find the clan members who had lost contact.

But their traces could not be found anywhere.

Only the houses they lived in and the things they used remained as they were, concealing their appearances.

Not just one person, but several.

He even inquired with their acquaintances, but they only replied that they had suddenly disappeared and did not know where they had gone.

Feeling strange, Jerome tried to find them through his limited precognitive abilities, but he could only see a landscape as if covered in fog.

He was troubled by the unprecedented situation when Yuwol contacted him, and he came to the Sword Palace in one breath.

“That’s what happened. Please, save our clan!”

Jerome knelt on the floor and bowed his head.

Looking down at Jerome, Yoo Seong-woo thought for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“…Do you happen to know the name Jeremiah? I heard he was from the same Clan of Prophecy as you, hundreds of years ago.”

Yoo Seong-woo felt that all of this was connected somehow.

The sense of incongruity and anxiety that he often felt.

The intuition he had cultivated while wandering the battlefield for a long time warned him.

“I don’t know the name Jeremiah……”

“Even a small piece of information is fine. There should be a girl who was exiled from the clan hundreds of years ago? Are there any records left?”

At Yoo Seong-woo’s question, Jerome struggled to remember.

As the leader of the Clan of Prophecy, he remembers and keeps everything the clan has left behind.

As if recalling something, Jerome took out a notebook from his pocket and handed it to Yoo Seong-woo.

It was a notebook containing photos of the clan’s literature that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

Yoo Seong-woo took the notebook, opened it, and frowned.

Most of the contents in the notebook were unreadable. Even translation magic cannot interpret it.

That means it’s an ancient language that magic doesn’t work on.

The only person who can interpret this ancient language is probably a witch who has lived for a long time.

Yoo Seong-woo immediately contacted Medea and called her out. She arrived immediately, examined the notebook, and frowned like him.

“…It’s not a human language. These are documents written in divine language.”

“Divine language?”

“…It looks like a Northern European mythology system. It’s not a mainstream mythology in Ireland. Northern European divine language is not my major, so it will take some time to interpret it.”

“How long will it take?”

“Give me an hour.”

“Finish it in thirty minutes. I have a bad feeling.”

“…I’ll finish it as quickly as possible.”

Medea took the notebook and headed to the lab, and Yoo Seong-woo had more conversations with Jerome.

Whether there are any commonalities among the missing people, or any more information he can give.

When he extracted all the information he could from him, Medea returned with the interpreted information.

Medea, who put down a pile of interpreted data, spread them out and said.

“…Most of it was useless, but I found something that seems to be related to Jeremiah.”

The content of the notebook was a handwritten note. It was written hundreds of years ago by the leader of the Clan of Prophecy.

“If you look at this part, there is a story about a child. ‘Among the children of the clan, a child was born with great precognitive powers. But it was so powerful that even the gods would be afraid. Therefore, we had no choice but to seal the precognitive powers and exile her from the village.’ This is the part.”

Yoo Seong-woo read the part that Medea pointed to.

A child was born into the Clan of Prophecy, but she was so powerful that even the gods would be jealous and afraid.

So, the clan feared incurring the wrath of the gods, sealed the child’s power, and exiled her from the village.

“A talent that even the gods would envy and fear.”

“Jeremiah’s talent was outstanding, but it was in a state where her precognitive powers were sealed.”

“…She must have been just a child; a cruel act. If a clan can’t even protect one child, well, they deserve to be ruined.”

“Oh, such a thing happened in our clan……”

Jerome’s eyes shook at the sudden discovery of the clan’s secret history.

Medea read the next passage.

“I’m most concerned about what comes next. ‘After exiling the child from the village, everyone’s precognitive powers gradually began to decrease. This must also be a punishment given to us.’ With the child’s exile, the clan lost its power.”

“What’s the problem with that part?”

“There are many problems. This is a breakdown of the balance of power within the clan. All the power within the clan, called precognition, was concentrated on Jeremiah. If she had continued to be in the clan, the balance would have been naturally adjusted, but because they kicked her out, they faced such an ending.”

“The balance of power……”

Jeremiah’s talent was so great that she sucked up all the clan’s precognitive powers.

And the Moirai [the Fates in Greek mythology] wanted Jeremiah with such talent.

I don’t know why.

Seeing that they wanted such a ‘material,’ it was clear that it was no ordinary matter.

Yoo Seong-woo rolled the information he had obtained so far in his head and tried to figure out what the Moirai wanted.

“Hmm.”

“But with this much information, I don’t know why the Moirai are so obsessed with Jeremiah.”

“How can we know what crazy people are thinking? What we can roughly guess now is that Jeremiah’s going to Olympus is not entirely unrelated to the clan’s disappearance.”

“Does that mean that the Moirai committed the clan’s disappearance so far?”

“I can’t say for sure, but the possibility is high.”

If the Moirai are related to the clan’s disappearance so far, it would have been a sacrifice necessary for ‘experiments’ or ‘rituals.’

“…It seems to be a more serious matter than I thought. Medea, prepare to head to Olympus. I’ve given you enough time, so I’ll have to go get Jeremiah.”

“Okay. Who are you going to take with you?”

“Hmm, that’s also a concern. If it’s not a decent guy, he won’t be able to hold out in the Sacred Realm [a realm inhabited by gods and powerful beings]……”

Yoo Seong-woo pondered over the selection of personnel.

I have to go get Jeremiah, but who should I take with me?

Olympus is full of great gods. I don’t intend to fight them all, but at least they have to be able to endure it.

“First of all, me, Medea, and you are confirmed, and next……”

Even if I think about it, I can’t think of anyone who can withstand it.

Among the divers belonging to the Sword Clan, those who can unfold their unique world can be counted on the fingers.

I haven’t even obtained divinity.

Even in the Witch Society, there are only a few who have divinity other than Medea.

But it’s too small to take with me.

If so.

“Let’s just go with you and me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Aren’t you and I the only ones who can handle divinity to some extent? Let’s leave the protection of the Sword Clan to the others.”

“If that’s the case, I can’t help it.”

Medea neatly accepted and prepared to head to Olympus.

She armed herself with various magical tools in preparation for any eventuality and also brought scrolls containing various spells in her subspace bag.

From Yoo Seong-woo’s point of view, it seemed like overkill, but from her point of view, it was like invading an enemy territory full of great gods.

“I’m not a great god like you.”

“That makes sense.”

Jerome was sent back.

After reassuring him that he would find the missing people, he stayed in the Sword Palace.

And Yoo Seong-woo also finished preparing to head to Olympus.

All that preparation was just one neat outfit.

Medea asked.

“But how are you going to get to Olympus? I don’t think Hermes [the messenger god] will let us go easily.”

“There’s a way.”

It’s the same method I used in Takamagahara [the heavenly realm in Japanese mythology]. Yoo Seong-woo took out a pomegranate seed he had prepared.

“Wait, that’s the Underworld……”

“It’s a good food to go to the afterlife in one shot.”

It sounds a bit like that when I say it like this.

Yoo Seong-woo thought that there was no better way to get to Olympus than this.

Just as Hell and Takamagahara are connected, there must be a road connecting the Underworld and Olympus.

Ignoring Medea’s attempt to stop him, Yoo Seong-woo chewed and swallowed the pomegranate seed.

And as always, a black hole opened behind his back.

A one-way passage to the underworld.

The two white hands that popped out of there hugged his nape and whispered in a soft voice.

“What’s going on this time? Master of the Sword Palace. Is there anything I need to help with?”

“It’s been a while, Persephone [Queen of the Underworld]. Yes, I need you to help me.”

“That’s an exciting thing to say.”

Persephone’s hands pulled Yoo Seong-woo inside.

Yoo Seong-woo grabbed Medea’s wrist and pulled her.

That’s how the two fell into the underworld.

Alive.

***

“…Let me ask you just one thing. What do you want?”

“I never allowed you to ask questions. But… I think I can satisfy your curiosity.”

It was a question that Jeremiah suddenly threw at the old woman who had entered the secret room.

The old woman wanted something from her. She wanted something she didn’t even know, so she came every day to touch her soul in order to somehow break the devil’s contract.

Since she didn’t know when Yoo Seong-woo and Medea would come to save her, she tried to get at least some information.

The old woman chuckled and said.

“You don’t seem to know what’s dormant inside you. You were born with the greatest and worst power in history… We want everything from you. Soul, power, knowledge, everything……”

“……”

The power dormant inside her?

Jeremiah couldn’t understand what the old woman was saying.

She had lived her whole life as a witch, but she had never heard that she had such power.

“You have a face that you don’t understand. It’s okay if you don’t understand. If you don’t understand now, you’ll never understand it anyway. How can you understand it when your unfortunate fate is intertwined like a thread?”

The old woman then talked about the past, present, and future.

It was the moment when it became clear that the person in front of her was one of the three Moirai sisters.

Jeremiah smiled at the old woman.

“You’re talking about fate, but you can’t read what will happen to you.”

Because soon, the strongest swordsman will come to save her.

Cutting off even fate with his sword.