When he was only five years old, he had told his father, who was giving him a piggyback ride:
Father, I want to be a hero like mother!Looking back now, he realized how naive he had been. He should have said he wanted to be like his father, but instead, he had clumsily expressed a wish to be like his mother. However, at that time, the young boy couldn't see the wry smile his father had given him.
Is that so? What an excellent goal.Still, his father had positively acknowledged him.
Hehe!He must have been pleased with his father's encouraging words.
That time, when he was innocent and still full of dreams. He had certainly set "her" as his goal.
Hmm, do you really like your mom that much, son?Yes!Haha, well, she's certainly a shining person. But remember, son, if you chase the light too hard, you'll suffer a lot of heartache.What do you mean by that?“You still can’t hide your emotions. It seems that rejuvenation has some serious side effects.”“...!”
He immediately saw through the facade of Felicia's angry emotions.
“To a swordsman, that’s a fatal flaw.”
Indeed, for superhumans, rejuvenation was more of a misfortune than a blessing.
Why?
“Your ‘will’ is faltering. Without the maturity that comes with age, it’s truly unbecoming. – Mother.”“You brat!”
Felicia’s rage erupted, and in an instant, countless swords appeared around her.
Dozens, no, hundreds of swords soared into the sky, and they moved as if they were a meteor shower.
“Give me my son.”Boom!
The swords rained down.
“Ugh!”
In a moment of peril, his life hanging by a thread, the man swung his sword.
Weakly.
But the next moment, the sword that Iliad unsheathed...
“As expected, it’s a feeble sword, not like Mother.”Swish—!
He sliced through the meteor shower.
***
It was easy to subdue the swordsmen who had started the rebellion.
Clink...
"I surrender."Most of them surrendered quickly.
Many had seen Gardin, the center of the rebellion, surrender without even drawing his sword, and [N O V E L I G H T] having witnessed Ihan's overwhelming combat abilities that even surpassed the legendary vampire, their will to fight was broken.
The following process was simple.
The imprisoned swordsmen of Offen were released, the half-breeds were subdued or re-imprisoned, and those who tried to escape were caught as a pursuit team was quickly formed. The situation was essentially settled, though it was not an exaggeration to say that it was over...
"Do you have any idea where they might be?"For Ihan, the specifics of how Offen operated weren’t a major concern; he was simply asking where the rotting monsters and the fairy tale writer were hiding.
"Hmm..."
Arno, who had been pondering Ihan's question for a moment, was making his best guess about their whereabouts.
Even after such a huge commotion, the family heads were still missing.
Though there were no signs anywhere, it could be presumed they weren’t around this area...
"They should be nearby."
"Nearby?"
"Yes, I believe they are in the Monster Forest."
"But there was no one there?"
The culprit who had flown from the Monster Forest was, in fact, him.
However, no trace of the swordmaster could be felt, which made the statement puzzling.
"It's 'Spatial Concealment'."
"?"
"It sounds grand, but in reality, it’s more like a barrier created by using aura. The aura is spread everywhere to conceal one's presence and energy. By using this technique, one can hide their presence and cause no disturbance, no matter how much they use their powers. This technique minimizes the impact on the surroundings and makes it useful. It’s something my grandmother used to talk about."
"I see..."
Ihan understood the existence of this technique, especially considering the part about concealing one’s power and minimizing surrounding damage.
It was true that a person with such aura abilities could wreak havoc without any regard for the consequences.
A technique like this wouldn’t be out of place.
"So, you're saying that woman is deliberately hiding, right?"
"Y-yes, I believe so."
Arno was slightly flustered by the term “woman” used for his grandmother, but Ihan didn’t have the mental energy to consider his manners at the moment.
That was understandable.
“Could it be this?”
“...I’m not sure, but...?”
“You must have a feeling about it.”
“Hmm...”
"...We need to find them quickly."For the sake of calming his anxious disciple’s gaze.
"Instructor, Kunta is speaking!"
"So he has something to say?"
"Exactly!"
"I’ve been feeling something strange over there since earlier. Kunta’s scared."
"Over there?"
"My whole body was trembling. It feels like the 'white-feathered serpent' I saw when I was a child."
"Mystical races are not mystical for no reason."Mystical races. Beings with mysteries that ordinary humans could never understand.
"Can you guide us?"
"Kunta is the best guide among our family."
"Hehe! Kunta will be helpful!"Of course, the disciple would be delighted by the teacher's full trust.
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