Kuberad smiled vividly, looking at Raonâs back as he looked through the swords.
âThe world doesnât stay stagnant.â
Heâd met countless warriors as a blacksmith, from young geniuses to absolute beings that established their Houses to stand at the center of the world.
Every single one of them had left him an unforgettable impression, but the boy standing in front of him was different.
âItâs not about his strength.â
The prowess he possessed despite being fifteen years old was certainly amazing, but that could have already happened before in the vast continent.
However, his qualities were different.
Like a blacksmith that forges a sword by hammering the steel, he was sharpening his sword by polishing his mind.
It was an auspicious temperament that could achieve the unification of sword and body in a near future, and the mindâs sword later on.
âThatâs only possible after becoming a MasterâŠâ
Raonâs prowess was about the level of an Expert. He couldnât understand how his mind had solely reached that level through countless walls.
âThe name of Zieghart is going to resound throughout the world once again.â
Kuberad murmured that he wanted to see that interesting world and guzzled down the bottle. The cheap liquor tasted sweet thanks to his interesting client.
Whir.
Upon hearing the sudden sound of vibration, he put down the bottle and raised his head.
âHuh?â
The red dagger on the table was wailing, and Raon was extending his hand towards it.
âW-wait.â
He must not touch that. He couldnât understand why the dagger heâd left out in a corner was there.
âStop!â
He shouted in a hurry, but the red dagger was already in Raonâs grasp.
âDamn it!â
âUgh!â
Kuberad suddenly stood up and took Dorian, who was standing there dumbfounded, and stepped back.
âWh-why are you doing this? I wasnât trying to pick two, I really was trying to pick oneâŠâ
âDo you see that?â
âHuh? Whatâs that dagger? Why is such energyâŠâ
Dorian swallowed. A weird red light was simmering up from the dagger Raon was holding.
âItâs a possessed blade.â
âP-possessed blade?â
Possessed blades were grotesque and cunning blades. They were evil items, ones with negative emotions that tried to control their wielders.
âDamn it.â
Kuberad bit his lip. Since the one holding the sword was just a boy whose mind wasnât yet matured, he would definitely easily succumb to the swordâs ghastly energy.
âWe have to stop him before the ghastly energy reaches his head! Coward, draw your sword!â
âUhâŠâ
He took up the hammer next to him and urged Dorian on. However, he just tilted his head without drawing his sword.
âWhat are you doing? Itâs going to be dangerous if we donât stop him noâŠâ
âNo, but we donât really stop him. The young master is the same as always.â
âWhat? The ghastly energy is leaking all arouâŠhuh?â
Kuberadâs jaw dropped. It was true that the ghastly energy was overflowing, since it was coming out fiercely.
However, the ghastly energy was only spreading out around the dagger, not managing to even get close to Raon.
Kliiing!
The possessed blade wailed once again. Unlike the strange vibration from before, it sounded more like a dogâs scream upon getting caught on a leash.
âA-are you okay?â
Raon, who'd been looking at the dagger, raised his head upon hearing that. He didnât look bewitched by the ghastly energy, as his clear red eyes looked perfectly fine.
âIâm okay. But this dagger isnât just an average weapon.â
âHuhâŠâ
Kuberad gasped and fell back.
âWh-what the hell are you?â
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How dareâ
Wrathâs serious voice was frighteningly dry.
âan inferior bug target the King of Essence's possessed body.
His wrath was coming from the bottom of his heart. The blue coldness boiled up and mercilessly suppressed the daggerâs ghastly energy.
Kliiing!
The dagger screamed, squashed by Wrathâs coldness.
Iâm going to shatter you into pieces!
Wrath sliced his coldness into thin threads and inserted them into the dagger. It seemed he was trying to kill the dagger itself.
âStop.â
What?
âStop there for now.â
Why? It was trying to snatch food from the King of Essence! You'd have been swallowed by the daggerâs ghastly energy if it wasnât for the King of Essence!
âIâm not your food, and I wouldnât be swallowed by a dagger like this even if you werenât around.â
You are underestimating the ghastly energy. Itâs true that the level of it doesnât even compare to the edge of the King of Essenceâs toe, but for a mere humanâŠ
âYou didnât even manage to pierce through my defense, so do you really think something like this could manage it?â
UhâŠ
Wrathâs anger stopped at once. He was just staying there, speechless, with his mouth wide open.
âAm I right? So just leave it alone.â
Th-that seriously hurts. You wonât be able to die a peaceful death. The King of Essence will chew you up and gnaw on you for over thousands of yearsâŠ
âWhat is this dagger?â
Please listen to me!
Raon ignored Wrath, who started talking, and went to Kuberad.
âTh-that isâŠâ
Kuberad looked back and forth between the dagger and Raon with a dumbfounded gaze, then sighed.
âItâs a failure I created. Itâs a possessed blade, just like I said earlier.â
âPossessed blade, I can indeed feel the ghastly energy from it.â
âYou shouldnât just be able to feel it. It should be trying to swallow you right now.â
âIt was manageable.â
âHuhâŠâ
Raon was just stating the truth, but Kuberad groaned dejectedly, unable to understand the situation.
âPossessed blades are blades with ghastly energy. In simple terms, they are blades that are made with the inclusion of peopleâs negative emotions. Inside that blade isâŠâ
Kuberad bit his lip and continued.
âResentment. And itâs a terribly viscous resentment.â
âCan you explain it to me?â
âSit down.â
Kuberad pointed at the chair in front of the table. Raon nodded and sat down.
âI-is it okay if I listen as well?â
Dorian took a soft chair from his belly pocket and leaned his body on it.
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âThereâs a small village called Siren in the south. The villagers were good people that treated a tree called Othello as a sacred tree.â
Raon knew about the village. It was a small village slightly outside House Robert's domain. Since the villagers had a good nature without much suspicion, heâd used it as an escape route before.
âThe White Blood Religionâs believers assaulted that village.â
âWhite Blood ReligionâŠâ
Raon narrowed his eyes.
âThose atrocious bastardsâŠâ
The White Blood Religion was a huge religious group belonging to the Five Demons alongside Eden and the South-North Union.
They were fanatics that assaulted everything in the world due to their first doctrine, aiming to cover the world with white blood.
âThen, Siren villageâŠâ
âThere were no survivors. Half the villagers died right there, and the other half were abducted and taken away. They even cut down and took away the Othello tree, which was the villagersâ spirit. White blood was the only thing that remained.â
White blood wet the earth instead of red after White Blood Religionâs assault. It was part of their magic.
âI made that blade using a meteorite piece I had back then and the branch of Othello that remained in that place.â
Kuberad looked at the blade Raon was holding with wavering eyes.
âYou made a blade?â
âYes. I was planning to offer them comfort with that blade instead of a memorial. HoweverâŠâ
Kuberad touched his temple and frowned upon remembering that time.
âThe white blade and hilt was dyed in red as soon as I completed it. Contrary to my intentions, it incorporated an uncontrollable amount of resentment from the Siren villagers.â
âI see.â
Raon nodded. Just as he said, the sword contained a tremendous amount of ghastly energy. If someone else had held it, they wouldâve been bewitched by and started swinging it around.
âThereâs a saying that good people are scarier when they get angry, but I didnât expect it to be this much. Even powerful people couldnât manage the ghastly power, so I had no choice but to keep it with me. I donât understand how you are able to grab it without any problems.â
âHmmâŠâ
He drew the dagger from the sheath to look at it. The blade was completely dyed in red, just like the sheath and hiltâas if it was trying to remember the resentment from that day.
Whir!
The red blade vibrated to spread its ghastly energy. The energy crawling on his hand was even more terrifying and evil than when it was contained inside the sheath.
Clang!
Raon used the Ring of Fire. The five rings rotating around his heart resonated with each other to increase his level as an existence.
Kliing!
Just like when it was pushed back by Wrath, it started screaming upon being suppressed by his level.
âHuh! Seriously.â
Kuberadâs eyes wavered like a ship on rippling waters.
âHe is like an onion.â
He thought heâd witnessed enough about him, yet he was showing another side of himself. He couldnât believe that he was just a child that wasnât qualified as a swordsman yet.
âThe sword I forged to comfort their soul is craving revenge. Thatâs why I canât use it as a memorial. I was trying to seal it, but I didnât expect this to happen.â
âDidnât you mention earlier that half of them have been abducted?â
âYes. The White Blood Religion usually kills half on the spot and abducts the other half. I only found half of the villagers as corpses.â
Raon closed his eyes after looking at the dagger as it wailed in mortification.
He was abducted by Robertâs people during his childhood in his previous life, a childhood that he couldnât even remember anymore.
Since they werenât just abducted but also slaughtered, their resentment mustâve been even worse than his own.
Whir.
It felt like the daggerâs weeping vibration was scraping at his heart with rough glass.
âIâŠâ
Raon opened his eyes once again, and stared at the dagger.
â...have a lot of things to do. I already donât have enough time to take care of it, so I canât really help with your revenge. However, if I ever encounter the White Blood Religion, Iâll make your wish come true.â
The daggerâs weeping sound started to subside in silence.
âAre you willing to come with me?â
The dagger stopped crying. It seemed as if it was pondering about it as its blade trembled.
Whir!
The biggest vibration so far resonated from the dagger. Ghastly energy was also flowing out, but it wasnât harmful anymore.
Clang!
It resonated with the rotating âRing of Fireâ, producing the clear resonance of a sword.
âS-swordâs resonance?â
Kuberad fell back from his chair upon hearing the swordâs resonance from the dagger Raon was holding.
âI choose this one.â
Raon smiled broadly and put the dagger in its sheath.
âA-are you really taking that?â
âAm I not able to?â
âHah! Itâs the first time someone confidently told me heâs taking a legendary weapon.â
Despite what he was saying, Kuberad was making a satisfied and refreshed expression.
What did you just say? Did you say you are taking that cunning thing?
âYes.â
Itâs a parasite! How are you planning to keep a parasite with you, one thatâs targeting the King of Essenceâs belongings? Are you out of your mind?
âA parasite, huhâŠâ
Raon gave Wrath a sour look.
What! Why are you looking at the King of Essence with that impertinent gaze?
âI figured there wouldnât be any difference between having one or two parasites.â
T-two parasites? Para⊠no way! Are you referring to the King of Essence?
âWell, itâs true. You are targeting my body, just like the dagger.â
Youâre crazy! The King of Essence is the monarch of Wrath that dominated the entire northern region of DevildomâŠ
âNo, it doesnât matter whether you are a monarch or whatever. Itâs a fact that you are currently sticking to me because you failed at taking over my body.â
S-stick? The King of Essence⊠ugh! Raon Zieghart! You canât say wherever you want with that hole in your mouth! This is the first time in my entire life Iâve been humiliated so much!
âBut Iâm talking because I have a hole.â
Raon decided to ignore Wrath, who was exploding in anger, and turned his head towards Kuberad.
âWhat is the name of this dagger?â
âI didnât give it a name, since I made it use as a memorial.â
âThen is it okay if I name it?â
âDo you have an idea?â
âSince the blacksmith wanted to comfort the villagers, Requiem. I want to name it the Blade of Requiem.â
âA Blade of Requiem spreading ghastly energy, huh. Thatâs rather enigmatic.â
He snickered and stood up.
âTake it. However, you must keep your word.â
âOf course. Iâll keep clashing against the Five Demons as long as I wield Zieghartâs name.â
âWow, a possessed blade. You really obtained a possessed bladeâŠâ
Dorian was eating snacks, spectating them through some strange glasses
âThank you.â
Raon equipped the Blade of Requiem on his lower back and bowed at Kuberad.
âWhat are you doing?â
âPardon?â
âYou should pick your sword.â
âButâŠâ
âI told you Iâll give you a sword, not a dagger.â
âAhâŠâ
It seemed he was intending to give him another sword.
âAre you really giving me a sword in addition?â
âJust donât lose. Thatâs everything a blacksmith wants from a swordsman.â
Kuberad handed over the sword Raon had been looking at earlier.
âIâll visit Zieghart later to meet Vulcan, so donât give me a cold reception.â
âOf course. My family is great at cooking, Iâll make sure to treat you well.â
âIâll look forward to it.â
âI wonât forget this favor. Thank you.â
âItâs nothing special.â
Their smiles were as warm as sunlight shining between the alleys.
âWell then.â
Raon bowed, then left the blacksmith. As he was about to leave the alley, Dorianâs voice could be heard from inside.