Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232

The unexpected declaration from the Sword Master brought an unwelcoming silence that did not fit the tense atmosphere of the great hall.

Aristocrats were all doubting their ears and looking at each other, soon, their eyes widened in disbelief.

“The Sword Master?”

The great hall fell so quiet, one could hear a pin drop.

Within that sudden hush, Logan’s eyes slowly changed.

His wavering gaze steadied, and his agape mouth firmly closed.

An expression that indicated a resolute decision.

Patrick, who has been watching his son, seemed somewhat relieved.

‘The Sword Master has acknowledged Logan.’

How he had appeared in the great hall at this moment.

Why he behaved in such a manner.

Despite the puzzling situation, it didn’t matter anymore.

Knowing the painstaking dilemmas his son had been considering, Patrick could only breathe a sigh of relief.

Thus, the most influential father and son remained silent.

In the stillness of the silent hall, the Sword Master opened his mouth again.

“I have heard that the kingdom’s people have made up their minds. Please make a firm decision for the sake of the citizens who have suffered from the years of calamity, Your Majesty.”

His Majesty.

The resonance of the word made Logan, sitting in the regent’s seat, quiver with emotion.

His clenched fists and trembling lips seemed to express the turmoil within.

But as his tightly sealed lips opened, a clear and resonant voice spread as if no tremor had ever been present.

“I accept that oath.”

Then.

“Gasp.”

“This is…”

“So…”

Astonished exclamations from the nobility flowed throughout the once-quiet great hall.

Logan, with a firm expression, declared his unwavering resolve before all.

“I, Logan McLain, hereby accept the will of all within this land and proclaim the beginning of a new dynasty!”

“Oh!”

Cheers erupted in the great hall, announcing the beginning of a new era.

After which, Patrick McLain’s voice resonated throughout the hall.

“Ministers shall prepare for the coronation, announcing the new dynasty! Prepare for the start of a new era!”

“Yes!”

Declaration of the new kingdom.

As news began spreading rapidly from the palace.

Logan was facing his master, who had appeared in a way he had never anticipated.

* * *

“Master, what on earth is going on?”

“I was determined to do this since I set foot on the battlefield. The loser must follow the victor. For the sake of this kingdom’s people.”

The Sword Master’s answer to Logan’s question was firm, and his changed tone was hard to adapt to.

“…Please speak comfortably, Master. It’s uncomfortable when you suddenly act like this.”

Although Logan said it with an awkward face.

“No, it’s not right. If I, being a master, do not use honorifics towards the monarch, the authority of the new dynasty we are about to start will not prevail.”

“I am uncomfortable. I wish you’d speak more comfortably, at least when it’s just the two of us.”

Despite Logan’s request, the Sword Master’s attitude was inexorable.

“No, a leaking jar leaks from both inside and out. It’s right to do it this way. In that regard, there’s something I need to ask forgiveness for.”

“…Yes?”

“I have escaped the prison and hurt some knights rashly. I ask Your Majesty to punish this criminal.”

Thump.

Confronted with his master’s ever more painstaking attitude, Logan was at a loss for words.

But after a while.

Logan sighed deeply and reached out to his master.

“Stand up. I have never once thought of you as a criminal.”

At those words, the Sword Master, who had been bowing, slightly twitched his eyebrows.

But his attitude remained unchanged.

“I thank Your Majesty for your mercy.”

With a still awkward tone, the Sword Master stood up.

Watching him rise, Logan began to confide the worries he had been harboring in his heart.

“Did you know? Up until your arrival, I had been full of concerns.”

“Yes. I presumed as much.”

“…Yes?”

“That’s why I came to dispel those hesitations, Your Majesty.”

“Ah…”

With his remarks, the master’s face, still beaded with cold sweat, came into view once again.

Stiff expressions and unnaturally pale complexions, unlike that of an Aura User.

‘Master…’

A master whom Logan had once admired without limit and later even disputed.

However, even at the apex of their extreme conflicts, his master had been thinking about him.

From the moment the Esperanza army surrendered without warning to the incident in the great hall.

A confrontation with swords to defend one’s convictions but preparing for the aftermath of a defeat.

‘What if I had been defeated?’

Suddenly, Logan recalled the final moment of their duel.

The Sword Master’s strength had rapidly decreased at the end, using that very sword.

Perhaps it was an attempt to capture Logan alive.

He had wielded his sword disregarding his master’s life and death.

‘Certainly…’

Once his thoughts began to steer in that direction, an unfounded conviction followed.

‘Even if I didn’t have the luxury to do so…’

He felt ashamed.

So, Logan blurted out unintentionally.

“Master, that time…”

“Let bygones be bygones. Now it’s time to prepare for the future.”

However, the master cut off the question before it was even finished.

“…You don’t regret it?”

“What is there for me to regret now? I’ve already settled my heart. Rather, there’s something I would like to confirm with Your Majesty.”

“Yes?”

“The invasion of the empire you mentioned before, how certain are you?”

His deep blue eyes, which had already discussed this subject before, reopened it.

But the situation was clearly different now.

In the past, the Sword Master, suspecting the odds and demanding solid evidence, considered it a mere excuse by Logan to justify his rebellion.