The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 12

12. The Day Arrives (1)

Unlike the beginning, Kirill’s aura now maintained a perfect sword-blade shape.

‘Just as Kaie Essir said, the sharpness of the aura changes depending on how much magic power is injected.’

There were no intact trees around him.

Only Kirill would know that the debris that simply looked like stones were once large rocks.

‘Magic power is sufficient. The problem is still my body.’

Kirill devoured books related to magic power manipulation.

However, since he was in the opposite state of the known methods for opening blood vessels, he could not open the blocked blood vessels using existing methods. The conventional techniques focused on *widening* existing pathways, not creating new ones.

‘All I can do now is train my body. Thanks to the memories of my past life, my swordsmanship is improving much faster.’

Whoosh—

Kirill took a stance.

Swish—!!!

The leaves fluttering in the wind rotated a few times as if bouncing in the air, then split into dozens of pieces.

“…….”

If anyone from the McGovern family saw this, they couldn’t help but be surprised.

The swordsmanship he had just displayed was none other than the unique swordsmanship used only by Kwell.

No,

Perhaps no one would even notice.

‘None of my brothers were taught this.’

The last successor of Kwell’s swordsmanship.

“It might have been an unavoidable choice. By the time my father passed it on to me, all my brothers had already died in battle.”

Kirill wore a bitter expression.

‘Of course, as Nar Di Maugh said, this sword is not perfect.’

Kirill had practiced the sword for nearly countless years.

The swordsmanship that existed in his head was already more sophisticated and perfect than Kwell’s swordsmanship.

“…….”

Nevertheless, Kirill was learning Kwell’s swordsmanship first.

‘Elan of the Holy Silver, Paiman the Spear Demon, Maghto the King of the Islands…….’

Talented individuals who would later rise to prominence.

‘Their commonality needed in the Holy War is that they trained based on my father’s swordsmanship.’

To help them grow faster,

Kirill chose Kwell’s sword.

Of course, it goes without saying that his swordsmanship was superior to Kwell’s in terms of perfection.

But ironically, it was too outstanding for others to learn. It was too personalized and complex.

Even Kirill at present had difficulty learning his own swordsmanship.

That’s why he also chose Kwell’s sword like the talented individuals of later generations, but he was not simply learning Kwell’s swordsmanship as it was.

‘The time spent wielding the sword is different.’

The range of understanding was bound to be different.

Kirill was learning only the essence from the swordsmanship of Kwell McGovern, who was called the greatest swordsman on the continent.

‘Of course, it fits my current body perfectly too.’

Kirill’s body was only 12 years old.

From the movement of muscles to the flexibility of joints.

Kwell’s swordsmanship was an excellent sword for educating and developing others as well as oneself.

Too much is as bad as too little.

His body was clearly growing step by step.

‘But I can’t use it as it is.’

Clang—!!

Clang—!!

It seemed like he was wielding the sword in the same way as before, but this time the leaves that touched the blade exploded as if bursting.

‘Supplement what is lacking and cleanly cut away the unnecessary.’

The swordsmanship Kirill was learning now was based on Kwell’s swordsmanship, but it was clearly different.

He was the one who, in his past life, reached the pinnacle of Sword Masters despite not having magic power.

No one on the continent could have opposed him with the sword.

Whenever there was a discussion about swordsmanship, everyone called him the best.

That’s why they called Kirill this.

Sword Saint.

But it wasn’t an honorary title given to him specifically because he had reached the highest position.

Sword Master.

It refers to someone who can pour magic power of 4th class or higher, which is the standard for wizards, into a mana blade and at the same time reach the extreme of swordsmanship.

‘Magic power equivalent to a wizard and outstanding physical abilities.’

It’s never easy.

That’s why there are only five on the continent.

‘I couldn’t use a mana blade.’

He surpassed the Sword Masters who used magic power with pure swordsmanship.

Was it the last pride of the useless imperials? Perhaps a backhanded compliment?

They acknowledged Kirill’s skills but ultimately separated him from the Sword Masters by calling him a Sword Saint.

“I wonder what they will call me this time.”

Kirill raised his sword.

Looking at the aura blade emitting a sharp energy, he smiled quietly.

“Kuh……!?”

It was then.

A pain that felt like gripping his heart came.

The magic power in the magic blood vessels was so full that it felt like it was flowing backward, forcibly trying to break through the blocked blood vessels.

“Hoo…….”

Kirill barely calmed himself and let out a low sigh.

‘Only one thing.’

If only I could find a way to stabilize the blood vessels……. If only he could regulate the flow.

It was possible to pour out the overflowing magic power through the sword, but it was impossible to circulate the magic power in only two blood vessels.

In other words, Kirill could use the aura blade but could not use other magic power.

‘Halfway.’

Kirill admitted it himself.

The road ahead was long.

‘Even if I search Einherjar, there’s nothing particularly noticeable…….’

It was a place with ordinary low-level magic books for others, but for Kirill, it was the treasure trove of the Archmage Kaie Essir. Einherjar was Kaie Essir’s personal library.

‘Would such a person have only kept the heart of a dragon…….’

Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear more than that from Nar Di Maugh in his past life.

Kirill clicked his tongue in disappointment.

‘Well, I’ve achieved my purpose.’

He slowly raised his head and looked at the mansion.

‘It’s been quite a while since the people from the Imperial Palace visited when I collapsed……. It’s about time I heard from them.’

It was then.

From far away, Ruben was seen running from the edge of the forest.

He was shouting something, but it was too far to hear.

‘Finally…….’

But Kirill moved his steps with a calm face as if he knew what he was shouting.

* * *

“Everyone is here, Mother.”

Mart McGovern bowed lightly and said.

The gaze was stinging. He could feel the resentment.

‘Why even that guy…….’

‘He hasn’t shown his face all this time.’

Kirill smiled lightly as if he could guess their thoughts.

“Yes.”

Isabelle nodded slowly.

Taylor, the head butler next to her, carefully handed something over.

A parchment with a red seal.

She unfolded it familiarly.

Isabelle was taking over the work of the head of the family in place of Kwell, who was away most of the year due to subjugation.

“As you all know, it’s almost time to harvest. As we have done so far, the Imperial Family has ordered the extermination of goblins in preparation for this fall.”

The Imperial Family sends a letter to the McGovern family every quarter unless there are special circumstances.

The letter with the Emperor’s seal that came regularly was a natural thing for them as it was something the family had been doing for years.

“There are no special matters. One thing.”

The children nodded at her words as if they had expected it.

“It is written that the Imperial Family will send support troops, praising the efforts of the McGovern family, which uses private soldiers due to the Edict of Heresy Extermination.”

“Support troops?”

The second son, Tiren, tilted his head and asked.

Goblins messed up the fields and occasionally invaded villages, but they were not very threatening monsters to hunt.

“It would be much easier if there were support troops.”

“Isn’t that stranger? They called private soldiers because they didn’t have enough troops to subjugate the aliens [monsters].”

Elliot glanced at Kirill.

“Brother, isn’t that right? It seems like they should invest more troops in that side than this kind of thing.”

“Where are the support troops coming from, Mother?”

“It’s called the Balsar family.”

At that moment.

Tiren’s expression frowned slightly.

‘They’re here.’

But unlike him, Kirill’s eyes lit up as if he had been waiting.

‘The envoy from the Imperial Palace who came during the week I lost consciousness. It must have been to inform me of this.’

He slowly turned his head.

‘Tiren wouldn’t let it go if Elliot thought it was strange too.’

“Hmm…….”

Certainly, as he expected, Tiren had a face that couldn’t hide his uneasy feelings.

“Don’t think too hard. It’s something we’ve been doing every year.”

“……I understand.”

Looking at him, Kirill thought.

There had never been support troops from the Imperial Family for goblin extermination. This was unprecedented.

‘And there never will be.’

Kwell’s absence.

The first battle that his brothers participated in except for himself.

Kirill recalled that terrible day.

‘It’s not something that will end with a simple extermination.’

Instantly.

His face hardened.

The ambush waiting for them.

And the death of his brothers.

That’s because it’s not by monsters but by humans.