The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 7

9th Class Sword Master: The Seeker of the Sword – Episode 7

7. Dragon’s Heart

[How to Obtain a Chance at Rebirth?]

-Yes.

[Hmm… It involves consuming the heart of a dragon.]

-What? Your heart?

[How foolish. Do you think I’m crazy enough to give you my heart? Besides, to undergo Rebirth, it must be done before the age of fifteen. There’s no point in you hunting dragons now that you’re older.]

Nardi Mauge chuckled, finding the idea absurd.

-Is there no other way?

[Well… unless you could go back to the past. I don’t know what kind of joke this is, but since you mentioned being adopted into the McGovern family…]

-What does Rebirth have to do with that?

[Because the only place you can get a dragon’s heart is there.]

Cahill recalled his past life.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly.

As a dragon, his memories of the past were more vivid than a human’s. And among the stories Nardi Mauge told him, one stood out.

‘The epithet he gave to Kaie Essier.’

That is, the first dragon slayer.

Cahill’s gaze was already fixed on one place.

No further explanation was needed. The answer was clear.

‘He hid the dragon’s heart in Einheri.’

His eyes gleamed.

‘I will get it.’

* * *

“How is the boy?”

“He seems to spend most of his time in the backyard of the mansion. Lord Polhend says it doesn’t look like swordsmanship training, but…”

“Is that so?”

In the mansion’s office.

Cwell quietly summoned Taylor, the head butler.

“I thought he would come to me right away, but this is unexpected.”

A week had passed.

Cwell stroked his chin and said in a low voice.

“I can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes. You are already very late. The Knights are also on standby at the Routine Fortress. If you delay any further, the Emperor will be displeased.”

“I suppose so.”

Cwell nodded at Taylor’s report. Then, as if having made up his mind, he said.

“Bring Cahill to me.”

* * *

Late evening.

Unlike the heat of the day, the air was quite chilly after sunset.

Cahill’s eyes flickered as he sat quietly.

‘Good. The framework is gradually taking shape.’

Since coming to the mansion, Cahill’s daily life had been monotonous.

He was still glared at by his brothers, but he didn’t care and did what he had to do.

He was forbidden from entering the training hall, but it didn’t matter.

Because Polhend’s swordsmanship was unnecessary for him.

‘The pinnacle of the sword can be awakened by myself.’

After all, all the essence was contained in his memory. The best teacher was himself.

Knowing the path.

This time, he would reach the summit faster.

‘What is needed is to build a body that can unleash that swordsmanship.’

And, the dragon’s heart too.

‘This is enough to lay the foundation for accepting the heart.’

He spent most of the morning building up his stamina, and in the evening, he engaged in imaginary battles with virtual enemies.

‘I shouldn’t dwell on my past life. Even if I know swordsmanship in my head, I can’t use it if my body doesn’t follow. I need to assume an enemy that the current me can defeat and overcome them one by one.’

Cahill’s training was much more arduous than direct sparring and was something only he could do.

Because, except for Cwell, there was no one in the mansion who could compete with him in swordsmanship.

And today.

Finally, Cahill wore a satisfied expression.

‘I can start with this. Now, the only problem left is…’

“Young Master.”

It was then.

Cahill turned his head at the sound of someone calling him.

Ruben, who appeared with a face full of tension, swallowed hard and said.

“The Lord is calling for you.”

Cahill nodded as if he had been waiting.

‘That will be resolved too.’

* * *

Knock, knock-

“It’s Cahill.”

“Come in.”

Cahill took a small breath as he moved his feet through the tension flowing in the office.

It had been quite some time since he came to the mansion, but this was the first time he had a private meeting with Cwell.

Even in his previous life, this had happened only a handful of times, so it was an unfamiliar feeling for Cahill.

“Sit down.”

His father stood by the window and pointed to the sofa.

“I heard you are doing a unique training.”

“It’s just a matter of building my body. It’s a training method passed down in the clan.”

Of course, it was a lie, but there was no need to explain it.

And regardless of the truth, Cwell didn’t seem to attach much significance to Cahill’s training.

In the first place, a training method that doesn’t exist in the world.

Even if he explained it, it wouldn’t be understood, and even if he was curious, Cwell wouldn’t know what it was.

Besides, his interest lay elsewhere.

“I am planning to leave for the Imperial Palace tomorrow. I will be away from the mansion for a few days to report to the Imperial Palace.”

‘Finally.’

Cahill’s eyes wavered.

“The reason I called you is because of this.”

Cwell quietly took something out of the drawer. It was a small dagger. A crude but sharp blade.

‘Agnel.’

Cahill recalled the name familiarly.

That was the keepsake of Kaliark, the leader of the Black Eyes clan and Cahill’s biological father.

“Your father left this to me.”

“…….”

“You’re not surprised.”

Cahill silently nodded slowly.

Cwell looked at Cahill as if he was amazed by the fact that he even knew that.

“But you haven’t gone to the library yet.”

“No.”

“Aren’t you curious? When I saw you that day, I thought you would go right away.”

“I just thought it wasn’t the right time yet.”

Cwell nodded with interest at Cahill’s answer.

“Waiting for the time… It’s amazing. When I’m talking to you, I forget that you’re 12 years old.”

He said with his arms crossed.

‘Don’t worry. The reason I haven’t entered the library is because it’s really not the right time yet.’

He thought as he accepted the dagger.

The time he had been waiting for.

Right now.

‘I’ve been waiting for the moment you go to the Imperial Palace.’

Cahill’s eyes gleamed.

* * *

Einheri.

250 years ago.

The library created by the great mage Kaie Essier, who compiled all of his knowledge.

Numerous books related to magic were stored there, and sometimes Kaie Essier himself modified the system.

Even after a long time, the great mage’s barrier was maintained.

Why didn’t the Imperial Family or the Ivory Tower, which could be said to be the center of magic, covet such a great place?

The reason is simple.

Because no one knows.

The secret of Einheri.

‘The great mage Kaie Essier said that he completed this place and cast a single spell.’

And if the conditions of the magic were not met, it was just an ordinary underground warehouse of about twenty square feet with low-level magic books.

Unfortunately, after his death.

No one solved the secret.

‘His twisted personality.’

There was no other way to explain it.

Even the Essier family, who were the only ones who could be expected, lost their power over time, and now no one is even interested in the secret.

Except for.

One person.

‘That’s me.’

Cahill laughed lowly.

‘Because the conditions of the magic are ridiculous.’