The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 6

6. The Answer He Wanted

It took six years to hear those words.

Now, it was time to accelerate that.

Cahill scanned his brothers, who were looking at him. It was something they could never do. Not a matter of ability, but a matter of mindset.

None of them treated Kwell as a martial artist. To them, their father was an absolute being.

That.

“I want to surpass him.”

He wanted an answer as a martial artist, not as a son.

“What?”

Cahill slowly opened his mouth.

“Everything.”

“……!!!”

“……!!!”

The people there couldn’t hide their shocked expressions at Cahill’s answer.

“Kekeke, does that ‘everything’ include me?”

“…….”

Cahill didn’t answer Kwell’s question, but his eyes were already saying everything.

“You impudent!!”

Unable to bear it, Elliot shouted at Cahill.

This time, neither Mart nor Tiren stopped him.

“Is that so.”

However, the person who heard those words had a nonchalant expression.

“I understand why you want to study magic. But what about the sword? I am a knight. A knight’s magic is ultimately for the sake of the sword. If you really want to surpass me, you know the answer lies in the sword.”

“…….”

Cahill still didn’t answer.

Instead, he just looked at Mart.

Knowing what that action meant, Mart’s face turned red.

“You’re confident, I see.”

Kwell leaned back in his chair and said.

“You will learn magic to break magic, and you will train your sword to defeat me. Your confidence in the sword is worthy of Kaliark’s son.”

Kwell, looking at him, slowly nodded.

“And that boldness. It suits the McGovern family.”

“Honey.”

Isabel said to him with a stiff expression.

His words just now were also an evaluation of the other five sons.

But Kwell raised his hand, nodded as if he knew, and said.

“Cahill, I understand your thoughts. But with what happened last night, I can’t decide on your treatment right away. For the time being, you are forbidden from entering the training grounds.”

“…….”

“However.”

Everyone’s eyes were focused.

“If you wish, I will allow you to enter Einheri. There are a few magic books there, so go and read them.”

At that moment, Cahill’s eyes lit up.

Einheri.

The old library of the mansion built 250 years ago.

The place he had seen last night.

However, as soon as Kwell’s words fell, most people, including Isabel, were not very surprised.

The warehouse behind the mansion had not been opened for many years. No one paid attention to it.

‘Certainly, there are a few magic books there.’

‘Studying 1st or 2nd class magic would just be a waste of time.’

Their thoughts were the same.

The children of McGovern, who could be said to be the epitome of a martial arts family, had no choice but to have little interest in magic since they all learned the sword.

“Thank you.”

‘It’s going according to plan. Well, I didn’t lie. I really can’t learn magic with this body. And it’s not wrong to say that I’m going to find a way to break magic.’

Cahill slowly raised the corners of his mouth with a meaningful look as Kwell’s permission was given.

Instead.

‘I will become a body that can learn in that place.’

* * *

“Hoo…….”

Early dawn, just about to break.

A heat haze rose above Cahill’s shoulders as he sat upright, as if he had stayed up all night.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he let out a low breath.

‘It’s not easy. It’s completely different from when I was inside the tower. Well… the environment is different here.’

He got up from his seat. Then he slowly moved his body.

His arms swayed smoothly, as if water was flowing, without any force.

A blurry afterimage appeared before his eyes.

From top to bottom.

From the bottom back up diagonally.

Cahill stepped back, avoiding the sharp phantom attack.

‘Too slow.’

The phantom stabbed Cahill’s chest with its sword a beat faster.

Whoosh-!!

At the same time, the phantom disappeared like smoke.

“Hoo…….”

Cahill moved again, as if not to forget the movement from just now. His movements seemed fast, yet slow, and slow, yet fast.

A sword form that cannot be seen anywhere else in the empire.

He frowned as if he was not satisfied with himself.

‘How long will it take? To complete it again.’

The tower he climbed to go back in time was literally like hell.

When he swung his sword countless times, Cahill felt that his sword, which he thought he could no longer raise, became more refined and sharper.

His movements became more agile, and just before he pierced through the gap in time with light, he could see another realm.

Sword Saint [a master swordsman].

The ultimate beyond that.

Simple, made up of only five stances, but containing infinite changes within.

‘I have to bring back that feeling.’

If he hadn’t known, it wouldn’t have mattered, but having reached that realm, he was thirsty and parched.

‘But don’t be impatient.’

Cahill continued to move his body to not forget the feeling at that time.

As if climbing the tower.

He created an opponent in his head and fought the enemy in the abyss, feeling like he was climbing up one floor at a time.

Clearly, he was growing.

And will continue to do so.

The enemies in his memory were good opponents that could not be found anywhere else on the continent.

Drip- Drip-

‘Is this it for now?’

Cahill coughed lowly, and the door to the room opened.

“Good morning, young master.”

“Yeah. But you don’t seem to be.”

Cahill chuckled at Ruben’s dejected voice.

“I’ll help you get dressed.”

“It’s okay. I can do it myself, so go take care of other things.”

“Then I’ll wait here.”

Ruben bowed and stood in front of the door with his arms folded.

“…….”

Cahill casually put on the clothes hanging on the wall.

Originally, the son of a count’s family should have a servant bring him ironed clothes every morning, but Ruben was the only one who came to him in the morning.

“…….”

Cahill said while buttoning up.

“If you’re going to stand there blankly, you might as well go out.”

Cahill said to Ruben, who was anxiously looking around and shaking his legs.

“No. I’ll stay here.”

“It’s more distracting with you standing there.”

“Is that so?”

Ruben nodded with a ‘that’s right’ expression and quietly opened the door.

“Then… if anything happens, call me. I’ll come running right away.”

Cahill chuckled at his appearance.

It must have taken courage just to come in the morning. He had instantly turned five brothers into enemies.

Clearly, it was his own consideration.

‘I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry, Ruben. What you’re thinking won’t happen.’

Cahill thought.

‘A great mansion, even though it’s in the countryside. Most people think this house belongs to my father, the count, but the reality is different.’

Cahill looked around.

He turned his head diagonally, with a small library behind the green trees in front of him, and saw his mother’s room, covered by curtains.

‘The Essir family.’

No one was interested in her family, which was dismissed as a weak family.

Even Kwell’s children were only loyal to the McGovern family and were not very curious about the Essir family, their mother’s family.

Compared to the brilliance of her father, the Sword Master, her family did not even have a proper figure.

250 years ago.

Except for one person.

The Archmage who laid the foundation for the empire.

Kaie Essir.

‘What was granted at that time was this mansion, and Einheri, which looks like a simple library, is actually a treasure trove where Kaie Essir’s knowledge is compiled.’

It’s a pity.

But that’s a secret that even the only blood relative of the Essir family, his mother, doesn’t know, or rather, no one on the continent knows.

If he hadn’t met Kaie Essir, who lived 250 years ago.

Only one person.

‘There is someone who existed 250 years ago.’

Cahill smiled lightly.

‘I wouldn’t have known either. If I hadn’t met him.’

That is, the dragon, Nardie Mauge.