The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 191

150. Another Visitor

“Master!!”

The office door burst open as Viola and her entourage departed, and Suan Hazar hurried in.

“What’s all the commotion?”

Kahlil looked up, a faint smile on his lips.

“Is it true you’re going to the Anti-Hum Grand Library?”

“Who are you planning to take with you?”

“Perfect timing. I was just about to call you. Is everyone here?”

Inside the office, others had already gathered.

Suan quickly took a seat, his eyes filled with anticipation.

“As you know, the Anti-Hum Grand Library is the stronghold of the Immortal Society, one of the two major pillars of the Continental Magic Council. I’m going there for personal business, but I’d like some company.”

Kahlil slowly turned his head.

Everyone’s eyes followed his gaze.

“Mikhail, you’ve been stuck out in the sticks. Sorry, but you’ll have to rough it a little longer.”

“Me? Of course! It would be an honor to accompany you, Master… I mean, my lord.”

Mikhail said, seemingly thrilled. Unlike the others, he had been stuck in a small village for months.

“You haven’t been slacking on your training, have you?”

“No. I recently broke through the 4th class barrier. I haven’t officially registered yet, but I’m now a mage.”

Everyone looked at Mikhail, surprised. Aidan, who had first taught him magic, was the most astonished.

‘His mana is higher than mine now… With Mikhail’s mana transformation, he’ll never lose to mages of the same level.’

On one hand, he felt proud, but on the other, Aidan felt a bit bitter. Mikhail, whom he had considered inferior, seemed to be catching up.

“And Serica Loren, you’re coming too. I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?”

“Since when were we so familiar? You haven’t given me a proper answer since we returned from the Magic Battleship.”

Serica spoke to Kahlil bluntly. Honestly, she was baffled by his lack of attention since arriving in the principality with Mikhail.

He had spent months trying to bring her here through his subordinates, but once she arrived in Tatur, he hadn’t given her the time of day.

“I just didn’t want to involve you in the Empire’s affairs. Besides, the reason I’m taking you is that you might find an answer to the note I gave you on the way to Anti-Hum.”

“I’m not interested in black magic.”

“But you are interested in magic.”

Kahlil replied immediately, without hesitation.

“The reason I chose you two for this expedition is that you are the people who can take Tatur’s magic to the next level. I’m not saying you should learn black magic. Quite the opposite.”

“Are you saying you’re going to start a fight with the Immortal Society?”

“If necessary.”

Dushalla looked at Kahlil, dumbfounded.

How many people would casually say they would start a fight with the Immortal Society, one of the most influential magic societies on the continent, which even the Empire couldn’t touch?

“Don’t worry. The wars of mages aren’t large-scale battles like that.”

Kahlil said with a soft laugh, as if reading Dushalla’s thoughts.

Serica Loren, who first created the lineage of Supreme battle mages in history, and Mikhail, who had magical talent comparable to her.

These two were undoubtedly the most suitable choices for visiting the magic society.

“My lord, what about me?”

Suan Hazar finally couldn’t wait any longer and spoke up.

“Ah, right. And Suan.”

“Yes.”

“I want you to wait here, then return to the principality when Kamma contacts you again and bring those two here.”

“…Again?!”

“You’re the only one who can cross the strait the fastest. No one else here can do it. You have the most important role.”

At Kahlil’s words, he looked wistfully at the Calduan Gauntlets, which he hadn’t taken off since returning from the City of the Dead.

“Instead, I’ll let you meet the Fist King when you return.”

“The Fist King?!”

“Surely… Emperor Balbont, one of the Five Great Sword Masters?”

Everyone was surprised by the unexpected name.

“I don’t think he likes the title of Emperor very much, but anyway, that’s the person.”

“Does my lord have connections with the Fist King as well?”

No one doubted Kahlil’s identity anymore.

The best sword in the continent, the adopted son of Kwell McGovern.

Moreover, from his confident appearance in front of Gordon Fabian, it wouldn’t be strange if he knew all the remaining three Sword Masters.

Of course,

Hashir was the only one who knew that Kahlil had connections with the alien race [referring to beings from another world or dimension].

In the past, when Thomson, the master of the Ulkas Guild, went to meet him on Kahlil’s orders, he had vaguely mentioned the relationship with the alien race.

But even he doesn’t know that Kahlil himself is an alien.

“No.”

Kahlil said calmly to Suan’s question.

“I should get to know him now. You seem to know him better than I do. You’ve learned a few of the Fist King’s Eight Stances.”

“…!!”

“What, even you were a disciple of the Fist King, Suan?”

Amidst everyone’s surprise, Aidan sighed in disappointment.

Following Mikhail, even Suan.

He had never imagined that two of the three who first left Tatur with Kahlil, excluding himself, would have such incredible backgrounds.

‘He seems impatient. Aidan, you are the most amazing of them all. You’ve been recognized for your skills in the Dark Shadow and received a mission through your own power.’

While Kahlil changed history after his regression [referring to his reincarnation or time travel], which even affected the growth of individuals, if there was anyone he hadn’t touched yet, it was Aidan.

‘Just wait a little longer. When we go to meet the Platinum Dragon, we’ll need the power of the Eastern Kingdom. The day will come when you become the center of our group.’

Now, in his journey, there was no longer anything solely for his own power.

From the moment he established Tatur as an independent state, Kahlil was now planning to focus all his plans on increasing his power.

Even if the Sword Masters, called the strongest on the continent, could match the power of 10,000 soldiers, they ultimately only had one body.

An individual could not solve wars that were happening simultaneously from east to west and from north to south.

“Are you planning to make us take the library’s test?”

Serica Loren, who had been quietly listening to Kahlil’s words, frowned and asked.

“I’m not interested in magic. I just want to find the method in the story you told me.”

“Hmm, do you know about the library’s test?”

“…I’ve only heard rumors. I used to run an inn.”

“Really? Then you probably know the test requirements too. Asking if you’re going to make us take the test means I can take it that you meet the conditions?”

At Kahlil’s words, Serica turned her head, realizing his implication.

“In the first place, to enter the Anti-Hum Grand Library, you must have the mana to prove you are a mage.”

Buzz- Buzz-

The quiet office suddenly buzzed with murmurs.

Proving you are a mage ultimately meant you had reached that rank.

‘That little girl reached 4th class?’

‘A country bumpkin without any education?’

Kahlil, who already knew why they were surprised, wore a satisfied expression.

“Good. But I won’t follow you unless you explain the meaning of these words first.”

Serica Loren took out a crumpled note from her pocket.

《What is stronger than the Spear King’s spear is Halgaard’s spear imbued with mana.》

“Are you trying to provoke me? You know that Halgaard’s spear technique is a basic spear technique that even third-rate mercenaries can learn.”

“That’s right. And it’s also the spear technique you’ve mastered. Isn’t it?”

“…Yes. So I know it well. How weak this spear technique is.”

Serica glared at Kahlil.

“My father was killed because he couldn’t even defeat the magic of thieving trash.”

“I only heard rumors, so you don’t know the other secrets of the Grand Library.”

“…What?”

“Do you know where the Spear King’s spear technique came from?”

At Kahlil’s question, Serica looked at him doubtfully.

“It’s from the Immortal Society. The dark power used in the basic stances of his Black Slash Seven Forms is a mana that only the mages of the Immortal Society can use.”

“Is that true?”

“If you don’t believe me, you’ll find out if you come with me. If you want to become stronger, study magic. I don’t need to explain the reason anymore, do I?”

Serica’s expression hardened.

“Are you afraid of fighting black mages? You don’t seem to have the courage to fight, considering how much you hate mages?”

Then, he snapped his fingers and pointed at Mikhail as if something came to mind.

“Oh, I heard you got help from Mikhail when the war broke out in Cove. You know? Mikhail is also a mage.”

Serica’s face hardened at his provocative words.

“Who’s scared?”

Crack…!!

Serica crumpled the note on the table roughly.

“And I don’t acknowledge anyone weaker than me.”

Mikhail looked at her, dumbfounded.

“No, I was like, bang! And I used a protection spell to completely…”

“I’ve also broken through the 4th class barrier.”

“You’ve never learned magic. Do you have anything you can use besides life magic?”

“…”

Serica looked around for a long stick.

“Don’t you feel the need to go to the Grand Library now?”

Kahlil asked with a smirk.

“My lord.”

It was then.

Dushalla, who had checked the messenger bird that had flown in through the window, approached Kahlil with a strange expression.

“You’re very popular. It seems you have many visitors looking for you before you leave.”

“What’s going on?”

“A report came from the Port of Outlaws. Mart McGovern has requested to see you, my lord.”

At that moment,

Kahlil’s eyes flashed sharply.

‘Mart…’

He was the only one who had doubts about Cromen’s poisoning, but in the end, he couldn’t say anything at the trial.

Thanks to that, the First Prince Ruon lost power, and along with it, Tatur achieved the feat of independence, but Kahlil had some regrets.

If he had moved, the flow would have gone in a completely different direction.

‘He came all the way here from the Empire to meet me, huh…’

Kahlil looked out the window.

‘I’ll have to see if you came to find me as the first son of the McGovern family or to fulfill your duty as a knight.’

Looking at the fierce river flowing far away in Pona, he said.

“Let him through.”