Became The Son Of The Final Boss [EN]: Chapter 124

124.

The Reinhardt family emblem engraved on the arrow gave me much to think about.

Bang-! Bang-!

The arrows struck the water barrier in succession, but there was no significant impact.

Was the power of the arrows weak? Or had I become stronger than I thought?

Whatever the reason, the figures of those firing the arrows soon came into view.

“Skeletons, sir.”

It was Rioden.

There were easily hundreds of skeletons, some armed with spears and shields, and others with bows.

“The surroundings have changed.”

We turned back the way we had come. It hadn’t been a wide path, but now it wasn’t cramped, even with so many skeletons swarming around.

I summoned Climb, signaling the start of the battle.

Bang-!

Climb’s hand slammed down on the cave floor, causing it to crack.

Kwaaaang-! Bang-!

The skeletons at the front lost their balance. Spears and shields were useless against the Earth’s Roar.

Rioden and David veered to the right, rushing toward the skeletons firing arrows.

And Hamilton disappeared once again.

‘It’s amazing.’

Hamilton’s fighting style was definitely different from the knights I had seen before.

Thwack-!

Hamilton suddenly appeared behind a skeleton firing an arrow, effortlessly beheading it before disappearing again.

‘Assassination Secret Art… The Reinhardt family had not only dwarven goods like weapons, armor, and luxury items, but also various secret manuals collected throughout their long history.’

The mystical Reinhardt family!

One of the secret manuals owned by the family, considered the best in dwarven history and even a legend to them, was in Hamilton’s hands.

Thwack-! Thwack-! Thwack-!

Hamilton couldn’t massacre skeletons as unilaterally as Gale, but he killed one skeleton with each attack.

Bang-! Bang-!

Rioden and David swung their swords relentlessly, and Gale also emitted aura blades, rapidly reducing the number of skeletons.

I dodged arrows using the flow of wind and earth, asking Elraim for a water storm.

Kwaaaang-! Bang-!

Dozens of skeletons were swept away by the water. Bones tumbled, losing their original positions.

The skeletons, well over a hundred, couldn’t withstand us for long.

Gale didn’t break a sweat, while Rioden and David were panting heavily, but they finished the battle without a scratch.

Hamilton subtly revealed himself, wiping sweat from his forehead.

I picked up an arrow.

Rioden, quick to notice, carefully placed his sword and shield in front of me.

“All of them have the Reinhardt family emblem engraved on them.”

“Yes.”

I said briefly.

“It’s a dungeon. It’s clear that the undead are guarding the Reinhardt family’s possessions.”

I carefully examined the sword, shield, and bow. I wasn’t a master craftsman, but I had an eye for at least checking the finishing touches.

They were luxury items that didn’t suit skeletons.

“Do you happen to have space in your magic pouch?”

“Yes.”

Rioden moved immediately upon answering, and David and Hamilton also helped.

Gale also lent a hand.

The swords, shields, bows, and arrows were quickly gathered. It could be said to be an unexpected gain.

Rioden, having packed everything, said.

“It will be a great help for hunting.”

Many of the arrows were broken from hitting the water barrier, but there were still many usable ones.

“Then let’s go again.”

I turned around.

Arrows flew, and we briefly retreated, but our destination was still the exit. There was no need to return to the entrance.

“I didn’t know the undead would have Reinhardt weapons.”

Rioden offered his speculation with curiosity.

“Could it be a dungeon hiding tremendous treasures? We won easily because we had Gale and Your Highness, but the undead we’ve encountered so far were so powerful that they couldn’t be dealt with without considerable strength.”

I had forgotten because we were dealing with the undead so easily, but Rioden was right.

“That’s right. An ordinary mercenary group or even a knight order would struggle. Especially two hundred skeletons armed with Reinhardt family weapons; even a knight order wouldn’t be able to handle them.”

A Sword Master, an existence outside the norm, and a high-level spirit mage master who demonstrated immense power in battle!

The two formed a team.

David and Rioden were also seasoned mercenaries, and Hamilton, despite his unique fighting style, was worth more than one knight.

The reason we were able to kill the undead so easily wasn’t because the undead were weak, but because of our excessively powerful force.

“Usually, the stronger the entity guarding a dungeon, the higher the probability that many treasures or very important items are hidden.”

Rioden’s eyes sparkled.

“The skeletons’ weapons were all luxury items, so what could be guarded by skeletons armed with such luxury items?”

It wasn’t greed but a voice full of curiosity.

I smiled and said.

“Who knows? Let’s go see.”

I said ‘who knows,’ but I was inwardly certain. This is where the Sword of Destruction is sleeping.

‘If the exit appears, it will be near the Waterfall of Death.’

One fact came to mind.

‘Karen overcame such a dungeon alone and obtained the Sword of Destruction. I knew she was strong even before killing Goran, but is this what it means to be the protagonist?’

-A bit of luck was involved.

That was a sentence I added to the brief description of Karen obtaining the Sword of Destruction.

‘Right, if luck hadn’t been involved, even the protagonist wouldn’t be able to clear such a dungeon alone.’

I shook my head, dismissing thoughts of Karen.

The Sword of Destruction was approaching me like fate.

* * *

Sometimes fate arrives as soon as you sense it.

After dealing with ghouls, goblins, and skeletons, and anticipating that even stronger undead would appear, the path ended.

A mountain of piled-up stones, and within it, a light emanating with a radiant glow!

“Your Highness.”

At Rioden’s trembling voice, I nodded.

“It seems that item was hidden there.”

Was my voice trembling? My desire for the Sword of Destruction was greater than I had anticipated.

The thought that it was the light emanating from the Sword of Destruction made my heart pound.

I slowly approached the pile of stones.

I moved very carefully, worried that the pile of stones might collapse.

“Sylphs!” [Air spirits]

I summoned the sylphs to remove the stones one by one.

I also lent a hand, and of course, the others also began to remove stones.

The Sword of Destruction, which seemed like it would reveal itself any moment, still only showed a cluster of light even after removing stones for quite some time.

I wiped away sweat for a moment.

“This is harder than fighting.”

I was summoning gnomes [Earth spirits] in addition to sylphs to remove the stones, but the Sword of Destruction was not revealing itself.

The excited feeling had subsided, and I quickly felt tired from using my strength for the first time in a while.

“Your Highness, we’ll do it.”

At Rioden’s words, I forced a smile and refused.

“It’s okay. I came to check the ambush escape route, but I ended up focusing on an unexpected treasure.”

Everyone wore a light smile at my words.

How much time had passed?

We removed a lot of stones.

The identity of the light gradually began to reveal itself.

“Oh!”

Rioden was the first to exclaim in admiration.

David and Hamilton also couldn’t hide their exclamations of surprise.

And my hand trembled.

‘It’s really the Sword of Destruction.’

It was just a thought, and at some point, I was certain that it was a dungeon with the Sword of Destruction, but I couldn’t believe it when I saw it with my own eyes.

Why is the Sword of Destruction still in the dungeon?

That was the first thought that came to mind.

There were no patterns engraved on the sword’s blade. The handle was also extremely ordinary.

Then how was it emitting light?

The identity of the light was simple.

The Sword of Destruction emits light on its own, waiting for its owner unless it belongs to someone.

The moment you grab the sword, the light is absorbed into the blade.

It wasn’t a light with any particular device or secret hidden within it, but a setting I had written to add mystery to the process of Karen obtaining the Sword of Destruction.

Seeing the light in person, it felt like the entire cave was brightly lit, unlike my brief description.

‘The undead were guarding such a sword.’

Didn’t I write it really carelessly? It wouldn’t have been unreasonable to set it up with cool guardians guarding it.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the handle of the Sword of Destruction.

Swish-!

The light was instantly sucked into the blade, and the Sword of Destruction revealed its complete form.

“That sword is…”

Gale, who hadn’t shown much reaction, widened his eyes as he looked at the Sword of Destruction in my hand.

“It’s definitely mithril [A rare and strong metal], right?”

100% pure mithril!

The masterpiece created with the utmost care by the best dwarven craftsman was the Sword of Destruction.

Dwarven craftsmen possessed unparalleled skills compared to other races.

Among those dwarves, the Reinhardt family was the most outstanding craftsman family, and the Sword of Destruction was made by the best craftsman dwarf in the family’s history.

“It’s an incredible sword.”

Rioden barely managed to offer his impression.

The Sword of Destruction boasted an overwhelming presence that would make anyone who used swords reveal their greed.

‘Even my father envied only the Sword of Destruction.’

“Gale, grab it too.”

Gale grabbed the sword and touched the handle, then said with a surprised expression.

“Your Highness, I’ve held this sword before.”

At Gale’s words, I turned my head.

For a moment, I even doubted that I had heard correctly.

“You’ve held it before?”

“Yes. The wandering knight who saved me told me to go eliminate the seeds of evil and gave me the same sword. I told you once before, but it was dark at the time, so I didn’t know it was such a treasure sword.”

I was at a loss for words.

What happened?

So, the Sword of Destruction had already fallen into Karen’s hands.

Gale continued.

“It was the sword I lost when the cave collapsed as I was rushing towards Your Highness, sensing your energy… I didn’t know it would be in this dungeon.”

Gale wasn’t saying that because he coveted the Sword of Destruction. I could tell just by looking at his expression.

It was truly pure curiosity and the wonder of meeting the lost sword again.

“Could it be that this cave is connected to the Waterfall of Death?”

That was the reason Gale brought it up. Gale had no desire for the sword.

Clearly, it was the sword he had received, but he had no intention of claiming ownership.

‘He must have read the greed on my face.’

I couldn’t hide my greed when I saw the Sword of Destruction.

So, a hollow laugh escaped.

‘He gave it to Gale? This sword?’

Hero Karen!

Protagonist Karen!

A righteous, fair, and inclusive personality that embraces everyone, a somewhat frustrating but principled character with a spirit of sacrifice that allows him to give everything to his comrades.

I actually encountered the personality of the character I had written.

I gave strength to my hand to keep it from trembling while holding the sword.

“Then it’s Gale’s sword.”

Even as I spoke, I tasted the bitter truth that I was terribly hypocritical.

What would I, who knows nothing about swordsmanship, do with a mithril sword?

I was only coveting the symbolism that the Sword of Destruction would later have, the sword itself.

I realized as I handed the sword to Gale.

‘It was because it was in Karen’s hands that the Sword of Destruction gained the symbolism of being the sword of the chosen one.’

I had to suppress my greed.

I didn’t have to live like Karen, but there was definitely something to learn from him.

Karen gave the mithril sword, which anyone who used swords would dream of, to Gale, whom he had met for the first time.

To eliminate the seeds of evil together. That boldness to give even a treasure of the ages to do something no one would acknowledge!

Moreover, Gale is my most cherished knight and someone I trust.

I cleanly folded away my greed.

“Mithril swords are the swords that allow you to unleash the most powerful aura blades, right? That wandering knight is amazing. He must have expected Gale to become a Sword Master.”