novelraw Chapter 207 : Chapter 207
Chapter 207 : Chapter 207
Chapter 207
“Revelation?”
What nonsense is he trying to say this time?
Haman knew.
He knew that Killian was interested in Evil Arts as much as he lacked physical potential.
Since those Evil Arts were mostly fantasies about Secret medicine, tales of heroes, and Magic Swords, he didn't think much of it.
‘Even I, who came from a knight family, was disheartened because I couldn't join the Knight Order. How great must the despair be for the Young Master, who is of the Direct Line.’
Furthermore, his father, the Family Head, had no interest in his child.
There was no Matriarch or maternal family to serve as a background.
Hundreds of years ago, it was called a Kingdom of Knights, and even though it had fallen, it was still a Sword Family in name.
The Fourth Young Master, Killian Eurasia, was just too frail.
It would have been fortunate if he were ignored like the First Young Master or Second Young Master, but he was targeted as prey by the Third Young Master, so Haman was suffering along with him.
“Huu.”
Thinking his own destiny was also wretched, Haman sighed deeply.
If he followed his heart, he wanted to run away, Chamberlain position be damned.
But having shared joys and sorrows in this gloomy family, he had given his heart too much to simply leave him alone.
“Young Master.”
“Yeah.”
The Young Master of the Sword Family, who was skinnier than himself, the Chamberlain, even when looked at favorably, stared with eyes full of heat.
He needed to tell him the truth.
“Did you say revelation?”
“I said so.”
As a Chamberlain, he needed to make him face reality.
“Let's speak frankly.”
“Huh?”
“I am just a servant anyway, so let's put that aside. But aren't you, Young Master, a Direct Line who inherited the blood of Eurasia, the ruler of the Eastern Frontier?”
“……?”
What is this guy trying to say now?
Killian tensed up at Haman's unusual behavior.
“It has already been over ten years since I served you, Young Master.”
“…….”
“But do you know what thought enters my mind every single day?”
“What is it……?”
“That even if another ten years pass like this, we will still be worrying about Young Master Julian's violence.”
“…….”
Seeing Killian unable to say anything, Haman continued.
“Young Master, nothing will change if you just keep avoiding things like this.”
“But I really…….”
“Is it that nonsense again!”
“Ha, Haman…….”
“I don't wish for you to become a great knight, Young Master. It is enough if you can just take care of your own body.”
Don't avoid reality with strange words.
“You must face reality now, Young Master.”
“…….”
Killian lowered his eyes.
“I will get you the books you want just like now. But please promise me one thing.”
Haman nailed it down with a cold voice.
“Do not lie to me from now on.”
“L……ie……?”
“Yes, things like receiving a revelation, or a woman constantly appearing in your dreams. Promise me that you will not rely on Evil Arts.”
It was the content of the dream he had been talking about for a long time.
“You didn't believe my words.”
“Young Master! I…….”
“I understand.”
“…….”
Killian stared straight into Haman's eyes.
Only then did Haman regain his reason and realize his behavior was presumptuous.
“I apologize, Young Master. Without realizing it, I…….”
“No, Haman.”
“Young Master…….”
“I won't lie to you in the future. I promise.”
Killian was smiling as he said that.
“I'll gratefully accept this book for now.”
He said he wanted to rest, so leave.
He asked not to be sought until he sent word.
Creaaak.
Haman left, and Killian stared at the book he had received.
Consideration on Great Knights Called Masters and Their Treasured Swords - Written by Julius Vermeer
“......”
It is a story about a life he can never achieve.
In his room, similar books were lined up countless times.
About the Pope of the New Era, Claudio de Cronis
How a Divine Maiden Becomes a Saintess
Operating Principles of Shik and Ke
Why Holy Objects and Divine Objects Are Created
What is a God
Books that are all considered Evil Arts in the Sword Family.
Rustle. Rustle.
Killian, left alone in the room, quietly turned the pages.
***
He dreamed.
In that place, he was neither a dullard unable to forge a Mana Heart nor a shameful Young Master of the Sword Family.
He was a Human with infinite potential.
Slide.
A longsword was grasped in his hand just as he thought.
Carpe Illusion, seen in an old book in the past.
Wouldn't the realm that a Superhuman who crossed the wall wields freely be like this?
“Adamas.”
He recited quietly.
The treasured sword of Edan Eurasia, called the King of National Salvation, and the Magic Sword mentioned in the biographies of numerous legendary heroes.
Mentioning Grotesquery and Adamas was taboo in the family.
It was because they were the existences that caused Eurasia, which had the Empire before its eyes, to fall into a mere Family, and the guardian sword that failed to protect the King.
‘To ostracize Adamas for such a reason.’
Why blame the innocent Magic Sword for the fall from a Kingdom to a Family?
‘It’s a really stupid family.’
He used to dream every day.
If he were the one chosen by Adamas.
If he were a person with the qualities of a hero, what achievements would he have built?
Just imagining it made his heart pound.
He instinctively fingered the necklace hanging around his neck.
A necklace he had worn since he was young.
Touching the necklace strangely calmed his mind.
He paid extra to a fence who visited the family to investigate it and heard that it appeared to be a Holy Object.
He wondered why an object that only a Chief Priest of a temple would handle was in his possession, but there was nowhere to ask.
He had lived thinking of it as merely a keepsake of his nameless mother.
The reason he could endure the family's indifference and Julian's violence all this time was largely due to the necklace's influence.
“You have potential.”
Killian flinched at the sudden voice.
Turning around, there was a woman with hair emitting a platinum glow.
Her appearance, wearing a white robe with an elegant and neat look, even looked divine.
The existence suspected to dwell in the Holy Object, whom he told Haman about but was not believed.
It was the person who occasionally appeared in his dreams.
“I have potential?”
As if there was a restriction, she just quietly smiled and stared at him without saying anything else.
If there were an angel, wouldn't it feel like this?
If the necklace is a Holy Object, it wouldn't be completely wrong either.
“Can I also become a hero?”
After a long while, the woman nodded.
“You have the power to change the world.”
Words repeated like a lullaby.
Originally, the dream should have ended here.
But today was different.
“Do not doubt your potential.”
The woman uttered one more sentence.
She seemed to have exhausted considerable energy to utter that one sentence.
“I am sorry.”
Saying that, she stayed for a long while longer.
That must be why he brought up the words he had kept in his heart.
Because for some reason, he felt that if not today, he wouldn't be able to speak like this with her again.
“I want to become the master of Adamas.”
The woman was silent.
“I want to become a Superhuman like the heroes who held Adamas.”
He continued to speak without minding.
“I want to become a Sword Master who has crossed the wall.”
“…….”
The woman looked at him with a sad yet affectionate face.
“If you wish, that dream shall also come true.”
With those words, the woman disappeared.
He woke from the dream.
His body reflected in the mirror was still shabby, but he felt strangely full of vitality.
The next day, he asked Haman for the Secret medicine.
“It is dangerous.”
“I'm not going to drink it right away. It's just in preparation for someday.”
When on earth is that someday; Haman swallowed the question that rose to his chin.
Even if everyone in the family pointed fingers at Killian and ignored him, he had to be different.
Because he was his one and only Chamberlain.
Moreover, he had said harsh words yesterday.
He had also lost sleep thinking that he had made the already depressed Killian downhearted.
“Understood. I will try to get it.”
“Thank you, Haman.”
Several months passed, and Haman obtained the Secret medicine.
“The family Apothecary said that with Young Master's physical condition, any Spiritual medicine would become a Secret medicine. Please absolutely do not drink it and just keep it.”
“Yeah.”
“You promised.”
“Okay.”
Killian's answer was strangely immediate, but he didn't doubt it.
He just thought that he needed one more medium to rely on, like the necklace hanging around his neck.
Since he had endured well so far, he vaguely thought he would continue to do so.
He was wrong.
The time for Killian to drink the Secret medicine came faster than expected.
“You stupid bastard. Until when on earth are you going to live like this.”
Julian, drunk on alcohol, visited Killian's room and made a scene.
Seeing him mention Demian and Paian, it seemed he had suffered a great blow to his pride.
Unlike the First Young Master and Second Young Master who were called geniuses, the general evaluation was that Julian lacked personal martial power or leadership as a commander.
Since such evaluations even reached his ears, what more needed to be said.
How pathetic it was to vent his stress on him.
But he couldn't voice such thoughts.
“Why are you looking at me like that!”
As always, violence disguised as education ensued.
Haman had already become a wreck from Rhodos's kicking.
He knew that as long as they didn't die, they would be treated by a Priest hired by the Sepia Merchant Guild and the aftermath would be handled as if nothing happened.
“Before the Family Head's seclusion ends!”
Fear of physical pain.
“I will fix that complacent mental state even if I have to break your limbs!”
But greater than that was the mental fear.
“Recover your body well. Since I will see you again soon.”
Wearing a fishy smile, Julian left the room.
“Ah, aaah……. Young…… Master…….”
Haman groaned and crawled on the floor.
“…….”
It was as Haman said.
He couldn't live like this forever.
Killian made a vow.
To gamble with his own destiny.
First, he recovered his body through the Priest and Recovery Potion sent by Julian.
It was because he needed to tidy his body and mind to perform the ritual.
He looked at his naked body reflected in the mirror.
A body that didn't even reach the average of his peers even when spoken of kindly.
A shabby body that made him wonder if a girl who had never held a sword would be healthier.
He opened one of the old books Haman had once obtained for him.
How Priests Receive Revelation
He hadn't forged a Mana Heart.
But he had an object that appeared to be a Holy Object and a Secret medicine that grew the body.
‘If I drink the Secret medicine, I will fall into a coma.’
If what he was wearing was truly a Holy Object, surely some revelation would be given and he would awaken.
He would be able to change the destiny given to him.
Gulp.
He poured the Secret medicine into his mouth without hesitation.
“Keuk…….”
His whole body felt hot as if burned by fire.
“Kuh…….”
Rolling on the floor, Killian covered his mouth.
Because if a scream leaked out, the family's knights would storm in.
“Keu, keueok…….”
Barely breathing out, he grasped the necklace.
He repeated in his head.
‘I want to become a strong knight like those who held Adamas.’
Hoping to be of help to the family, hoping to be chosen by Adamas.
“I…… want…… to become…… Ada……mas…….”
Words barely spat out in his fading consciousness.
[Your wish shall be granted.]
Just like those words.
Crossing ‘Truth’ and ‘Boundary’.
He became Adamas.