The Youngest Son of a Master Swordsman

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Trees and plants in the Wantaramo forest were also bursting into tears. The trees wriggled and vomited sap, and the plants dropped their leaves and gave off a terrible smell.

Now that Sheila had lost her authority, the Wantaramo Forest was connected to the body of Mila.

[Caaaaaaaaah!]

Jean and Aria frowned at the unpleasant screams of scratching their eardrums, and the hidden Sheila and hermites came out and showed up.

[Sister! Cock! Please, save me!]]

No shame, no pride. As soon as Mila saw Sheila, she begged for her life. While struggling with the terrible pain that covered his whole body, he was seen lying flat and praying.

Sheila's eyes glistened lonesomely, looking down at such a Mila.

I was a sister, a friend, and a parent to you. He was also the king of you and your people.

[Wrongly...!]

[Always generous to you, and did not resent the moment you were determined to betray me. Family have stirred up so mad then take one of those times when you have my authority before have.]

[Sister! Sis!]

Mila seemed to have caught a glimpse of hope from Sheila by then. As always, she forgives her foolish brother.

[Oh, I'll give you back control of the forest!] Please, if you let me live...….]

[I forgive you for trying to hurt me.]

Mila raised her head and made eye contact with Sheila. with a moving look on one's face, as if it were the first life to see the light.

Sheila, however, said after facing the gaze for a while.

But I cannot forgive you for putting the forest and its people in danger.]

[Sister...?]

[Good-bye, my dear brother.]

The appearance of Sheila, who finished speaking, was changing rapidly.

The coveted shiny wings melted away like snow, and the tiny body of a fairy swelled red.

Soon she became a human-like figure, giving off a red glow.

Then, in despair, he lifted Mila, who was rolling on the floor, with both hands.

[No, please!]

She struggled, but Mila couldn't get out of Sheila's grasp.

Whoo.......

A breeze blowing at Mila, lightly like a dandelion seed in her hand. When the wind of her mouth touched, Mila's body was breaking like a snowflake.

Ahhhhhh! The last scream of Mila scattered into the air in the wind. The shiny red particles, which were milas, left trajectories everywhere.

Sheila's hands were empty, and only then did the forest stop crying.

The twisted trees returned to their original form, and the plants again gave off a fragrant smell. The darkly wet sky showed a bright yellow dawn as the clouds cleared.

The corpses on the floor were also swallowed up by the soil, disappearing instantly without a trace. Less than a minute later, the place where they stood became an incredibly clean landscape that there was a battle.

Sheila looked into her hands for a while and was silent.

She was peeping at the" self of the past" from the dead Mila.

[Gin Looncandel.]

Sheila turned around and looked at Jean.

"Yes."

The name written on this ark belonged to me.]

He took the title and looked at it again.

(SHIL DAMIERO)

The name of the person who made this drink and wanted to leave a story. It was none other than the old name of Sheila, the king of fairy descendants.

Jean stared at the prince silently without answering.

And I thought of one conversation I had with Sheila a while ago.

[Millah. She didn't want me to keep my word with the Soldier. Other kids, too. Everybody thinks our fairies' descendants are making useless sacrifices. Or think of having meaningless hope.]

So you actually took Sheila down from the throne, and she was in control of the forest?

[Yes. Waiting for you was too uncertain, and even compensation was unclear...]... there are people who say they'll give us everything we want if we just give them a little bit of information. In a way, betrayal is a given.]

What do elf descendants want?

[Returning our original form.]

one's original appearance

The existence of the Wantaramo forest was not originally a "Descendants" but a fairy itself.

[I hope there's something in this drink that can help you, too.]

Poong...!

Sheila opened the lid.

Then he took the lid as a glass and filled it with wine and held it out to Jean. Amid the unutterably fragrant smell, the glass was full of spirit.

Jean and Valeria began to alternate the drink.

Unlike Kawangju, who drank when he met Shuri, he could not hear the song.

It was the sound of someone sobbing in place of the song. Before Sheila lost her name, it contained the sound of making alcohol and crying.

After a while, they were able to slip into the story of Themeer's fourth tomb.

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the primordial forest

a mysterious place where fairies lived

Jean and Valeria drank the royals and were able to recognize exactly that the place they entered was the land.

I've never been there, and I've never even seen a painting depicting the original forest.

The power of the record contained in Gawangju was making them feel as if they had known the forest of the beginning from the beginning.

No footprints of the two were left even if they stepped on the grass-filled ground, and even if they spoke to each other, they were not heard by those who existed in the records.

Jean and Valeria looked at the forest as "observants," so to speak.

And why.

As soon as Valeria entered here, she felt a longing as if she had cut out her chest.

Just as when the gray owl had lost his brothers in the mercenary corps, a sad feeling that was unbearable was scratching his chest.

So he had to sit down for a while and choose his breath.

"Valeria."

"It's all right."

Soon Valeria stood up, and the two walked together.

While walking, I could feel "information about the forest of the beginning" flowing into my head.

The forest was now ruled by Reet Damiro Yul, king of the Fairy.

"Is that Leet Damiro Yul?"

As she reached the depths of the forest, Valeria said, looking at a fairy standing there.

Red hair, an angry, cold look. Jean and Valeria settled right next to her.

Jean looked closely at her and shook her head.

"No, I'm not the one I saw on the record device of the third grave. Looks like another fairy.”

Not long after, the two could know the fairy's name.

To rest.

Another fairy appeared deep in the forest and called her name.

It was Reet Damiro Yul. She came here to meet her brother, Damiro, who came to see her in anger.

My lord the king.

When Shil fell on one knee, Riet shook his head.

You don't have to be so polite, rest.

At Leet's words, Shield rose up.

older sister

Say it, brother.

Leet and Shil stared at each other for a while and remained silent.

Before this meeting, the two were born of blood and experienced deep conflict for the first time.

Reet had a look on his face that seemed to understand you, and Shil had a look in her eyes that she couldn't understand her sister.

Are you really going to get involved in human affairs?

Soon, when Shil took his mouth off, Reet nodded.

Okay.

a bite-off on one's lower

She couldn't understand her sister's choice. The same was true of other fairies who followed the break.

Do you have to do that? If you don't step up, the Zipple won't attack us.

Shil, from the moment they've already begun to manipulate history, they' they've attacked us.

No, that's just your idea. Jipple wants us not to come forward, but to solve the problem between humans.

How can you be so sure?

Shil didn't answer the question.

......Sister, think carefully. Even if we're helping, do you think Looncandel can beat the Jipple? Do they ever feel grateful?

It is a matter of no consequence.

No, there's nothing more important than this! It's the life of the whole tribe. Your misjudgment could kill all of our own people!

When Shil screamed with evil, Reet closed his eyes.

She's putting her own people in danger now. More than half of your own people are against it, don't you see why?

I know.

If you know, make a different decision even now.

To rest.

Reet opened his eyes again and looked at my brother.

Individuals can choose the wrong path. But the king always has to make the right choice.

older sister

You'll find out when you become king someday. Why I have to make this choice...….

Shil couldn't take the word.

Be honest, sister. You just feel love for the head of Looncandel. That's why we're putting our entire race at risk to help Temer Looncandel, to impress him.

Do you really think so?

I can't trust you anymore.

Reet sighed.

......so you can't trust me anymore, so you're trying to scare me with so many of these people, rest.

At the end of Leet's words, another fairy appeared throughout the darkness of the forest.

They were fairies thinking like rest.

Everyone was full of animosity in the way they looked at Leet, holding a dagger sharply drawn.

Kill me, and you'll be the new king?

If you don't break my will, I'll do that.

Schle answered, glaring at Leet.

Leet still looked as calm as he had ever seen his brother.

She thought, eventually, her sister would step down.

Leet, she thought, was not a person to stubbornly do this to herself and her own people.

He always did everything better than he did, so he made himself distressed, and I hated my sister who had always wanted the throne.

Still, there was faith. My unlucky sister will always make a choice for fairies.

That's why we can't believe or accept Leet's recent decision.

I can't do it.

You're gonna change your mind?

head-shaking reet

No, if this is the end you want......kill me.

Leet began to approach Xu.

Xu took the dagger out of his arms and thrust it into Leet's neck.

But Leet was determined not to stop walking, even though the edge of the knife was stabbing in the neck, and Shil clenched his teeth while his head was going blank.

Damn it...!

Clink, clang!

Eventually, Shil threw a dagger to the floor.