The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 11

11. Rebirth

“How long was I out?”

“Oh, don’t even ask. You were unconscious for a whole week! If Master Jake hadn’t found you in the library, things could have been terrible.”

To Carryl’s question, Ruben waved his hands, speaking with exaggerated concern.

‘Jake? Well… it’s about time he took an interest in the library. Maybe I sped things up a bit because of me.’

The fifth child of the McGovern family.

Before Jake came, Carryl was the youngest of the brothers, and Jake was a year younger than him.

Carryl recalled Jake’s face, someone he hadn’t properly spoken to since arriving at the mansion.

‘He was weak.’

Too frail to be a son of the McGovern family.

Even Tyren, the second son, was far from martial arts, but he had an unapproachable sharpness.

Moreover, Jake, an orphan raised in a monastery since he was a baby, was, in a different sense from Carryl, out of place in the mansion.

“I should thank him.”

Carryl didn’t rush things.

If he stayed in the mansion, they would eventually run into each other.

‘No, whether he likes it or not, I’ll make it happen. I have something to help him with.’

“Of course. Master Jake is different from the other masters. He’s kind to people like us.”

‘I know.’

“Because of this incident, the other masters aren’t happy about it. Ah, keep it a secret that I said this.”

Carryl chuckled at Ruben’s words.

“Don’t worry.”

He thought.

‘Anyway, a week…’

Searching his memories, he asked Ruben,

“Did anyone come by?”

“That’s strange. How did you know? Someone from the Imperial Palace came the day before yesterday.”

Ruben answered Carryl’s question, twitching his lips as if amazed.

“Really?”

“Yes. I don’t know what it was about, though.”

At his answer, Carryl bit his lip slightly.

‘I missed something important.’

It was unfortunate, but unavoidable.

From the start, obtaining the dragon’s heart was something with an uncertain outcome.

“I understand. Go now. I’ll go see the Madam myself, so you don’t need to inform her separately.”

Ruben asked worriedly.

“Are you really alright?”

“Yes. If anyone asks, say I ordered you to.”

If they found out he had woken up, he would once again attract the attention of his brothers.

Before that, even though there was only a short time left, there were things he needed to confirm.

Namely, about his body.

* * *

A quiet room.

Carryl began to feel the throbbing blood vessels one by one, as if fascinated.

If it was any consolation.

As soon as Ruben left, he looked in the mirror, but there were no particular changes in appearance.

But Carryl could tell.

The rebirth was a success.

The magic core felt distinctly below his navel.

The abundant energy felt from there.

Since this was his first time gaining magic, he couldn’t compare it to his previous life, but Carryl, who had reached the realm of the sword, instinctively knew that the amount of magic within his body was not ordinary.

The magic of a dragon.

It was ridiculous to measure it by human standards.

Dugun- Dugun- Dugun-

His heart pounded.

The excitement of standing on the threshold of a new realm he had never reached before.

“Hoo…”

Carryl exhaled slowly.

He sent the foreign energy rapidly circulating through his body from his head to his shoulders and back from his fingertips to his dantian [energy center located in the abdomen].

“Keuk……?!”

At that moment, a tingling sensation and a burning pain like being burned by fire arose.

‘Why?’

Carryl could clearly feel the twelve meridians [energy pathways] extending from there throughout his body.

Moreover, he could feel the magic core full of magic.

‘But…….’

Only two are connected.

“Kuek……!!”

Once again, he groaned.

When he tried to send the magic from the magic core to the remaining ten meridians, excluding the meridians in both arms, an unbearable pain surged.

With a bewildered expression, he raised his arms.

‘Could it be…….’

There was something he had missed.

Carryl was different from those who were born with magic from the start.

Usually, magic is accumulated in the magic core through the meridians in the body.

However, Carryl held several times the magic that could be accumulated in the meridians in the magic core due to the dragon’s heart.

The extreme pain was because his body had not yet properly accepted the dragon’s heart.

‘Does that mean I still have to open ten more meridians? I have a long way to go.’

Magic that the meridians cannot handle.

Carryl’s existence itself was like completely ignoring the existing magic system.

“…….”

He turned his head.

A small dagger was on the table.

‘In order to control the magic that the meridians in the body cannot handle…….’

Using a weapon that can handle that magic.

For Carryl, who didn’t even know the 1st class magic that anyone in the Empire could use, there was only one way he could use magic now.

What he did best in his previous life.

And, what he can still do best now.

Definitely.

It was the sword.

Seureureung-

With a light sound, complex characters were engraved on the blade of Agnel that was drawn.

It was an ancient language of a tribe that he could not read either.

All he knew was that the name ‘Agnel’ was also one of the ancient words.

In a familiar posture, he held the sword.

Uuung……!

Carryl slowly drew magic from the magic core. Magic began to seep into the dagger through his arm.

‘I can do it.’

Carryl stared at the dagger with trembling eyes.

“Keu…… Keuek?!”

It was then.

Pajeujeujeujeuk……!!!

He was still unstable in controlling magic.

The magic that had been slowly seeping into the dagger, as if wrapping around the blade, surged explosively from within his body, and a faint sword aura as long as a long sword was created on the blade of the dagger.

Carryl gripped the sword with all his might, almost dropping the sword from the intense shock.

‘This is…….’

But what surprised him was something else.

Carryl stared at the blade of the sword, emitting a subtle light that he had created.

He had experienced countless battlefields, but this was the first time he had seen something like this. It was not a mana blade used by the Imperials.

Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Lightning.

Not belonging to any of them.

Colorless.

It was not a simple Mana Blade used by the Imperials.

Carryl remembered what Nardie Maugh had said.

‘Dragon’s magic power.’

The sharpness felt from the blade.

It was pure magic itself that did not belong to any attribute.

‘……What should I call this?’

Carryl couldn’t take his eyes off the blade.

A magic sword that does not have attributes.

The blade that seemed to cut even the air sent shivers down his spine just by looking at it.

The first in continental history.

One and only.

It was an Aura Blade.

* * *

“Hoo…….”

The Malton Forest behind the mansion was noisy in the early morning before dawn.

‘Hmm, it’s impossible to go any deeper.’

Carryl wiped the sweat from his forehead and clicked his tongue as if disappointed.

‘I’m starting to get used to it now.’

The straight Aura Blade radiating from Agnel in his hand was shining.

Since then.

Fifteen days have passed.