Chapter 105 : Chapter 105
Chapter 105. Banquet (2)
Simurtr.
Spent most of the day with Meram.
Actually it was a routine not particularly different.
When staying in the main family, Simurtr was in the villa except for training time.
“Aran.”
The residence of the 6th Sword Order and the 1st Sword Order was quite distant. Yet sound reaches the ears.
That implies a grand banquet was opening, and Simurtr visited the leisurely 6th Sword Order’s residence.
“What is the matter? Not going to the banquet? Wasn’t Meram looking forward to it?”
Aran was in the office.
“Meram went with the siblings.”
“Young Master isn’t going?”
“Forget it. What’s there to look forward to in Mectera’s banquet.”
“Isn’t it the first time for a banquet?”
“What are you saying.”
“I mean in this life. It means it is the first time for Meram too.”
What is first for Simurtr in Mectera is usually first for Meram too.
“…So she’s going with the siblings.”
“You did well.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. Aran, you.”
“What would an old man do going to such a seat.”
“Not going? Even the old man went.”
“If one becomes Head of the Senate of Elders, it’s worth going.”
“6th Head of the Sword would be worth going too.”
“I don’t want to.”
Medeoban is acting out of character.
Simurtr thought that reason might be because of him.
Since Simurtr returned, Medeoban blatantly loitered around the West Villa often.
“Is it okay not to see Bahel?”
“Why go so far.”
He was curious what happened to that Bahel, but didn’t intend to go specifically to find him.
If he stays in the main family anyway, a moment he has to meet him even if he hates it will come.
“Meram must have wanted to be with the Young Master.”
“If I go, only my head hurts.”
Simurtr frowned.
Just imagining it is noisy. Annoying, and painful.
He doesn’t really like spaces where the Sword Net gets disordered. Similar to why magicians sensitive to mana lock themselves in back rooms.
Let alone Mectera’s banquet. Duels will happen successively, and with the 1st Sword Order there too. If he goes, all sorts of powerful mana will hover in the Sword Net.
“Can’t you just not focus? And not operate the Sword Net either.”
“Knowing what might happen. Black Land, Remeter clearly recognized me.”
The main family’s vigilance has already been breached once.
Furthermore, Herein Remeter identified Simurtr clearly.
‘He took Elder, never met me, and said he wouldn’t say anything about me.’
Recalling Herein, Simurtr let out a chuckle.
‘Believing Black Land because there is nothing to believe.’
In this situation, stopping the surveillance of surroundings is like suicide.
Simurtr did not believe Herein’s oath.
“If those bastards come to Mectera targeting me, they will kill Meram in the next room first. Magicians are skilled in defense and signaling.”
When kidnapping Veden, they killed Kelken who was together.
“Maybe me not being in the main family won’t harm Meram.”
Or live separately now.
Precious. As he realized the connection with Meram anew, Simurtr has a duty to protect Meram.
“No need to do that, can’t I just live in the villa from now on?”
“Even Kelken suffered?”
“I have never lost to Kelken since I was born.”
“…I’ll think about it.”
He said so, but Aran knows Simurtr will accept this proposal.
Distancing for the sake of the opponent?
‘When a better alternative stands plainly.’
Not a tragic protagonist either.
A stupid act that doesn’t happen even in novels. A human type opposite to Simurtr.
‘He isn’t a person to do so.’
Simurtr wanting revenge distancing past connections intentionally isn’t solely because he hates causing trouble.
Because he hates losing them. Even if others don’t know, Aran who inadvertently snatched Gerehk knows.
Definitely, the former is weak. Wrapping greed with the excuse of hating to cause trouble.
‘To the Young Master, there is a conviction that he can kill the traitors someday.’
Therefore he hopes traitors don’t die at others’ hands.
Regarding help that would follow if he reveals previous life as obstruction.
“Staying in Bahab merely for 1 year, you committed quite a lot.”
“I am a victim too.”
“You should have remained just a victim.”
He just had to stay still pretending not to know.
If it’s a Baron-rank Doom Species, it’s a level Homer can kill without much difficulty.
Simurtr stepped up knowing that, and only got caught as Egna for no reason. He couldn’t bear it that much. Doom Species were Exa’s main enemy.
“Leave a Doom Species bastard alone?”
“Homer would have killed it.”
“Still hate it.”
Simurtr frowned.
Imagining just watching leaving a Doom Species alone makes him naturally do so.
Changed but not changed. No intention to go looking for Doom Species, but no intention to just pass by a Doom Species that came before eyes. Disgusting things next to traitors.
“If she stays with the siblings, there won’t be bastards making an issue of Meram, right?”
“Getting even younger when you were already young, why are you so slow. Perception has improved quite a bit these days. Different from old days when they threw scabbards frequently.”
To Mectera, magicians are objects of hatred.
Of course the subject is battle mages who go to the battlefield not knowing their place but…… originally cancer cells don’t stay in one place but metastasize.
There were not few swordsmen who hated magicians without distinction.
“Certain? If there is a bastard touching her, I kill him?”
“How would you kill him when you didn’t go.”
“Can ask later.”
“There won’t be. Look at our 6th Sword Order.”
“That’s because you brought her.”
“Even without me, the 6th Sword Order aren’t kids to do that.”
“1st Sword Order too?”
Species strong next to Heads of the Sword in Mectera.
Swordsmen whose pride for the sword reached the peak along with skill. The 1st Sword Order of previous life had exceptionally distinct contempt for magicians.
“Of course.”
“Bahel Batra. That guy too?”
“…Sorry. That is hard to guarantee.”
“Did Meram never meet Bahel before?”
“Yes. It was a relationship strange to meet. 1st Head of the Sword is a busy position too. Meram was dispatched to the exile mansion because of Young Master.”
Now that Medeoban changed.
Perhaps Bahel Batra is the swordsman closest to Mectera’s ideology.
Considering sword as truth of the world, hating Basor and Magic Tower most in the world. Considering magicians as beings causing harm.
Just as the former 1st Head of the Sword did, he will draw his sword upon seeing a magician.
“Really don’t know how it will turn out?”
“Surely he won’t do so at the banquet.”
“Didn’t you say only the body grew? Means the head is still a blockhead. How does that blockhead think such thoughts.”
Bahel whom Simurtr remembers is truly dull. If there is no one’s correction, he was a guy who didn’t stop shoveling.
Putting it nicely, honest. A guy pushing his body to the limit every day. If he resembled the mother’s side, his body would have broken down long ago.
“Still doing that? He was like that on the battlefield. Rolling his head to try rolling it in his own way, but all shoveling.”
Putting it badly, stupid.
If former 1st Head of the Sword or Aran didn’t forget and plan the curriculum, he did useless things alone. But because the body was so tough, he didn’t even feel the discomfort caused by it.
Head is bad, but a type whose body doesn’t suffer. Because the body is so sturdy.
“So he gave up using his head right? Yet greedy so always rolled it secretly and failed all.”
A guy naturally used to receiving orders.
While not knowing his head is bad, a guy with lots of greed unlike his looks.
“…That stone grew a little too. But he did cause an accident in Black Land.”
“What accident.”
“Confining Information Bureau’s envoy who brought Emperor’s imperial order pretending not to know, and raided Black Land 1st District. Immediately after being deployed to Harkinwagen 3 years ago.”
This too is loyalty to Mectera.
Bahel Batra prioritizes Mectera over Melken.
“That is big? Don’t they count it as treason?”
“He claimed he didn’t know it was an envoy, so what can be done. They probably didn’t know the main family’s 1st Head of the Sword could tell such a lie.”
“Became amazing really.”
“Don’t need to worry about the banquet. Aren’t Sword Master and Head of the Senate of Elders there.”
Aran’s words were plausible too.
Bahel is the swordsman closest to Mectera’s ideology.
Respecting current Mectera bloodline while not considering it special.
‘Because Mectera is not bloodline.’
But simultaneously never usurped the Sword Master seat.
Such history is built based on Founder’s ideology.
‘Stagnant water tends to rot but Mectera’s ideology of thousand years ago is not shaking yet.’
He has no choice but to respect current bloodline maintaining that.
Of course it’s because he doesn’t know Medeoban’s change. Anyway.
“Rather I should have taken her outside later. Still plenty of festivals to catch public sentiment.”
Anxiety sprouting was unavoidable.
If only not for that damn Hero Festival, anything was fine.
If a festival opens in a nearby place, Simurtr will take Meram there.
That would be much more fun than Mectera who hold duels as the highlight of the banquet.
“Then you should have stopped her.”
“She spoke with such eyes, how to stop.”
Simurtr recalled Meram who left the villa with siblings earlier. Ignoring the eyes asking to go together was the best.
“…Should I go even now?”
Since Bahel Batra came up, felt uncomfortable for no reason.
Meram’s face excited looking forward to the banquet flickers. She will be very disappointed if ruined.
“Should have done so earlier.”
“Aran. You follow too.”
“It is a shameful place for this old man to go.”
“If Bahel causes an accident, will you take responsibility?”
“Surely.”
“If surely, I won’t see you for life.”
“…Let’s go.”
When Aran stood up from the chair, Simurtr said.
“Ah. And about Meram.”
“Do you still have words left?”
“Aran. What is your relationship with her?”
“Isn’t it a question you asked before?”
Destroying the execution room.
Simurtr had asked Aran the same question.
“Back then you just glossed over it.”
“I saved words a lot to hide previous life.”
“…Said you understand some time.”
“I understand even now. But unavoidable being heartless, isn’t it.”
Aran laughed pleasantly.
Changed after expulsion, polluted by Baperr but Young Master is Young Master. Not different even now reincarnated.
Facing him, the appearance of that time remains inside. Weak to close people. The line of patience becomes infinitely thick.
‘Therefore The Prophet must be killed by me.’
When truth is known. When killing Gerehk Mectera, Aran harbored such thought.
If Young Master. If Exa, unlike other traitors, he won’t be able to kill The Prophet easily.
Definitely in that process Young Master will fall into danger…….
“Meram calls you a mentor. I find that hard to understand too.”
At Simurtr’s words, Aran looked at the present.
Still a story of far future.
“Mentor isn’t completely wrong either. I heard my name became big help to Meram’s life.”
When enrolled in Empire Capital Academy, Meram was rarely ignored for being an orphan from an orphanage.
When entering Mectera, rare to face swordsmen’s hatred head-on.
All thanks to the name Aran Lubeil.
“What is the reason for becoming a guardian.”
“War orphan. Let alone wartime, even if war ended, it was an era hard to settle even in a common orphanage without a guardian.”
“And.”
“That is the reason. There are quite many orphans I am guardian of.”
“Quite many, not everyone.”
Simurtr urged for answer.
If really that reason is all, Aran should have been guardian of all war orphans in the world.
“That is awkward for me to say. I think it is right to hear directly from Meram but.”
“…Meram told me to hear from you.”
“Meram refused turning it well. Sorry to Young Master but I am troubled to say. Since I am not up to being the concerned party.”
“Why come to Mectera.”
Simurtr recalled Meram.
First thing coming to mind is hair. That color. Hair white like gray hair. Even just this morning, Meram was dyeing her hair.
“That too I think I shouldn’t say.”
“If you keep doing this, it’s troubling.”
“Wouldn’t Meram be more troubled than Young Master.”
“…Meaning find out myself?”
“Yes. Meram will wish for that too.”
Simurtr frowned.
Sharing conversation, Aran never lost smile. Seemed to enjoy this side being troubled.
“Then just tell me this. Heard it was proven she has no talent for sword. That judgment, who…….”
Bang. The office door opened abruptly.
Simurtr looked at the person who just entered.
“Deban?”
“Ah. Young Master! Finally found you.”
Past 1 year.
Aran rolled Deban according to Simurtr’s order. Placed Kehellan, the strictest, as Deban’s senior.
“What happened?”
Deban’s face seen after a long time was gaunt. Body looked like it had little strength.
…Before Simurtr could be satisfied with that result.
“That…… think you have to go to the villa right now…….”
Deban spoke carefully watching the two’s eyes.
“What? Why the villa.”
“…It’s inspection.”
Bahel Batra.
Simurtr recalling that name met Aran’s eyes. Same thought.
“That magic is not allowed in Mectera…….”
“That blockhead bastard.”
Simurtr ran out of the 6th Sword Order.