The Youngest Son of a Master Swordsman

Upon hearing the news late, Murakan tried to make another disturbance, but Petro desperately blocked him.

"You madmen, how dare you cut off the arm of the last contractor of solderlet......? Besides, I'm the guardian dragon. Ha! I'm so pissed off that I locked up the strawberry pie, but are we really going to try it?"

"Mr. Marmurakan, please fix it. I'm sure you have a plan."

"You damn bastards! I'll rip it all up and give it to you for rice with a wild dog."

"You can't leave, Mr. Murakhan! Please! If you don't mind. No, it's just that you're in more trouble!"

Petro desperately stood in the way of Murakan.

Of course, it is impossible to stop Murakan with the strength of a writer. Instead, Petraeus has repeatedly stressed that if Murakan moves, he will be in trouble.

"It's an arm. That's a warrior's arm! If it doesn't stick properly, you can't swing it the same way you did before."

The room was shaking in the wrath of Murakan.

Everyone in the Sword's Garden had recognized his energy. Therefore, hundreds of drivers were waiting outside with a lot of tension.

"I know that. But Murakan is a guardian dragon, so it is right to make a choice for you under any circumstances. Fix it, Master, and wait until the end of the operation."

"Hoo."

"It's not too late to vent your anger when you're really wrong. Please stop, Mr. Murakhan. I'll say it earnestly......! Think of Gilly, too!"

Petro was about to choke on the energy of Murakan. My pale lips were trembling.

"Argh!"

The mooring Murakan, barely holding his pant leg.

Fortunately, Petro's solicitation worked. Murakan decided to accept Petro's words for now.

"......yes, you're right. Nicely dried, butler. Not just the little ones, but the strawberry pie can get in trouble."

"Good thinking! I'll get you a drink to cool your head off...….”

Murakan passing through Petro.

"Oh, where are you going?! Mr. Murakan!"

"No matter how hard it is, I can't stay still when I'm a guardian dragon. At least we should warn them. There are places to go."

Whoo-woo....!

When Murakan went out into the hallway and turned into his true self, Petro had no choice but to be contemplated once again.

Kudeuk! Kadeuk!

Fragments fell as the hall walls and ceilings smashed into the huge body of Murakan. The servants galloped away, and Murakhan flew high into the sky through the ceiling.

'Well, the Sword's Garden has been destroyed again...….’

It was the first thing anyone in the family, not to mention Petro. For the sword's garden to break so often every few days.

Murakan looked down at the Sword Garden, covering the moon. The darkness of the night sky deepened, and knights were conducting a check-up.

[Solderet's contractor, Jean Looncandel's arm is not restored to its original condition.]

Murakhan continued his backstabbing, shining in the glare.

[That day the destruction will begin to come to Looncandel.]

The voice could be heard by everyone in Looncandel, and they did not know that it was impossible for the present Murakhan to destroy Looncandel by himself.

It was just a horse.

But it was a language of gruesome curses. Perhaps because Luncandel sometimes tends to worship strange superstitions, somehow the members of the family came heavy as if the words had been placed on their hearts.

By that way Murakhan left the Sword Garden and began to fly somewhere.

* * *

Surgery was going on all through the dawn.

Healing cuts requires extreme concentration, and the family's healers all looked as if they were about to be exhausted.

"Sir, there is an intermittent twitch in the articulated arm......! I can't get caught!"

"I have eyes and a head, so shut up and pour in your mana. What we're attaching is not the ordinary person, but the arm of the Runkandel rider."

The arms were long back together, but the convulsions of unknown causes continued.

That drove the medical team crazy. Without complete control of the convulsions, the surgery was no different from a failure.

"If you don`t completely turn back the arm of a 12-year-old, the entire medical team will die together. Damn, there was no necrosis. What the hell is this damn twitch? Hey! Run fast and get some more data!"

Beep!

Suddenly the door of the operating room opened, and the medical director jumped to his feet and shouted.

"Some crazy bastard gets into the operating room!"

Even if this is the garden of the sword.

At least in the operating room, the head of the medical center was the highest authority. Even if the person who came in was a public opinion, the nutmeg of the head of the medical center was legitimate.

As such, Looncandel treated the medical staff. Even when he was injured on duty, even during wartime. If the medical center doesn't support them, they can't fight properly.

Naturally, the head of the medical center thought that the man who came to the operating room so carelessly was a hindrance to the senate.

So I got even angrier.

No matter what political strife or struggle is going on in the family, the authority of the medical center should be protected. It has been a tradition for medical centers to take complete neutrality within the family since ancient times.

"Get out of here right now! Get the hell out of here!….”

The medical director, who was screaming nervously again, was speechless.

The medical staff, who had just seen the face of an intruder with his hood tilted, almost burst out of surprise.

"Seo, it's King Seong......The Holy King of Vanquela!"

The head of the medical center had no choice but to say so without realizing it.

King Rani Salome.

She had just arrived in the Sword Garden. Murakan himself went to the Holy Land and brought her to sleep.

It was only Qin and Murakhan who could summon the sleeping king for personal business in the world.

"A religious man at best. No, I brought King Seong. It's crazy, don't you call it right? Huh?"

The medical staff bowed their heads as Murakan, who was standing behind Laney, growled.

"See you, Your Holiness!"

For the medical staff, it felt like a savior came.

"I came today not as the lord of the Holy Land, but as a friend of Qin's, so you don't have to be so hard on me."

Laney knelt beside Jean.

"What's the situation?"

"The bonding is complete, but the spasms of unknown causes continue."

Laney nodded as if she knew.

"I'll take a look."

"Yes!"

As soon as Laney arrived, the medical staff naturally focused on her treatment.

Although they are the best medical staff in Hufester, no medical staff in the world could have been greater than King Seong.

Whoo-woo-ooh!

As Laney began to show his energy, the operating room quickly became yellowish and sacred.

Her sanctity was deepening day by day even after becoming King Seong.

"Ayula will protect my friend."

* * *

It was in the morning that Jean awoke from the anesthesia.

And as soon as I saw Rani sitting next to me, I smiled. Like I knew you'd come.

"You woke up.”

"What do you mean?"

Was the operation successful, judging from the look on his face, he didn't have to ask such a question.

"Thank you."

"You use me like a very personal healer."

Lani had visited Tikan a few months ago to treat Valeria, who fell into a mana reflux.

"A black cat was by the window in the early morning, so I thought of Murakan. But you didn't know it was really Murakhan, did you?”

Jean's expression grew serious at the remark.

"Isn't the security of Seongwang's bedroom rather lax? Do you want me to give you some swords?"

"Well, let's think about it. I'm actually getting a lot of money from you, and I'm a little sorry to get some support.”

Jean was steadily sponsoring Laney with state funds. After the success of the cosmetics business, astronomical amounts of money are flowing into the Holy Land every month.

The financial difficulties of the Holy Land, which began with the threats and conciliatory gestures of the Jipple, were quickly ending based on the funds.

"Because it's worth my arm. It's better than before it was cut."

When I swung my arm around, it was very light.

"The fate of the Holy Land that you saved was more than that. So don't worry, it's new."

"Religious! Good work, son."

membrane (prepared by Petro) When he entered the room with a drink, Murakan said, ruffled Rani's hair carelessly.

"I'd like to spend a night deep with a drink, not a drink, but I can't do that right now. There's a mountain of people to beat to death. Next time, I'll go on a trip without any business, so put some good liquor in your bedroom."

Murakan treated Rani as if he were his close cousin.

"......Murukan, however comfortable, how can you think of drinking in the Sung Wang's bedroom?"

"I like it. Kyung-do is coming. Don't always tell me to come."

"I like it, too. Why are you the only one who's playing around, kid."

As the two giggled for a while, Jindo smiled. To Laney, the two were more precious friends than anyone else.

"I'm going to have to get back."

"Yes, I think it's going to be difficult to see you off.”

"I'll get that straight. The garden of the sword, which is known for its ferociousness, is literally infested with life."

Rani had heard of the rough situation from Murakan before Jean woke up.

"You don't think I'm going to have to come here again this morning to treat you?"

"It won't happen. Our medical staff may be a little busy today."

"You're not sorry for your arm, are you? We barely got back together."

Laney only wished the good fortune of the Looncandel medical staff, who had been exhausted from all night treating gin.

"Give your arm a chance to play."

Shake shake, Rani shook his head.

"You're not going to rebel, are you?"

"Did I look so stupid in your eyes, Laney?”

"Not that. Anyway, I hope I'm not called in again today. See you later. Sometimes you should take care of yourself.

As if he promised when Laney left.

Life spread in the eyes of Qin and Murakhan.

"Great patience, Murakan."

"I'm still holding it in. I'd like to chew on the senate, the cowardly, lost blood right now. Yeah, I'm sure there's a plan in your head. What are you going to do?"

"I'll make a declaration."

"Declaration? What declaration?"

At the next moment, Jean's answer was this.

"declaration to return Looncandel back to the family of the Magistrate."

a war for the throne of the family

In the war, Qin intended to put forward a feat that only he could achieve in Looncandel.