The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 279

Chapter 29: The Rich (3)

That night.

After the meeting, Jamie and Earl Wellton had a separate time.

It's been two months since we've seen each other, so I thought I'd relax a bit and talk deeply about the strategy we talked about earlier.

The count glanced at his son walking side by side.

My son, who was slightly smaller than him two months ago, is now at eye level.

In the meantime, he looked taller.

"You are tall."

"Hey? a little big? I do not know.

Having never had their height measured, Jamie didn't know if he was tall or not.

Come to think of it, unlike before, he seemed to be at the same level as his father, Earl Welton.

The Count is still a little bigger though.

'Maybe it's the influence of Dragon Heart.'

Last time, after killing the Red Dragon, I had no choice but to absorb a part of the Dragon's heart because my mind and body went over the limit.

In the process, the dragon heart's tremendous vitality resonated with the life ball, and it seemed that his body had grown.

"Mom will be surprised to see you."

"Is it that big? It's only been two months."

"That's it. It's only been two months, but it feels like it's been two years."

Iknow, right. It's been a while since we've actually been apart, but strangely, it feels like we've been seeing each other for a long time.

At his son's words, the Count smiled and patted Jamie on the back.

"The lord has taken good care of the garden. Let's sit there.

It's good. I can see the moon well."

The two sat down at a table in the middle of the garden.

Even though the table was outside, it looked like it was clean and the servants took care of it every day.

It seems that Yeongju and his wife came to this place for a walk and had tea time.

Yes. The news kept coming. After finishing Harmonia's work, you went to the Frontier, didn't you?

Yes. From there, I came here with Sir Beiril."

"Did you get any Kiyeon there? There seems to have been a lot of changes related to swordsmanship."

Again, the Count was noticing Jamie's change.

Seriously, it was strange that he couldn't figure it out if he had the eyes of a man the size of a father.

Jamie didn't even want to hide it from the Count.

He naturally took out the barisada and put it on the table.

It was a beautiful sword with gold decorations in harmony with the overall white form.

"What is this black? What about Scud?"

"It broke during the battle."

like that.

The Count didn't seem to have any regrets at all.

Still, the sword he was using when he was young must have been the Scud, but it was surprising that he didn't regret it.

It was a thing that had a connection with the previous count, so I thought of course I would hear something.

The Count pointed to the Barisada and asked.

"Can I touch it?"

"If you were my father, I would be able to touch you."

" What does that mean?"

"If you pull it out, you will know."

At Jamie's smirk, Earl Wellton tilted his head and grabbed Barisada's scabbard and lifted it up.

And the Count's eyes widened.

son. What is this... ?"

"Take it out."

He was just holding his sword, but the energy he felt from within was unusual.

It felt like a fire that seemed to burn everything was asleep.

is this a sword

Or, some creature's fangs.

The name of a certain race came to mind in the earl's head.

I grabbed the handle and slowly pulled out the blade.

Whoops-!

The fire came out.

It wasn't a pretty fire.

I don't know why he didn't go wild, but he had the power to immortalize everything if he made up his mind.

A sword with its own flames.

I've touched many magic swords, but I've never seen anything so blatant.

The Count's eyes lit up and he drew his sword completely.

The flame drew a curve in the air following the shape of the blade.

It was great heat.

" ."

The Count looked at the long stretched out silver specimen.

I don't know who made it, but just by looking at it, I could feel the sharpness that seemed to cut it and the hardness that it would never break.

Above all, I had no idea what kind of material the mirror-like black face was made of.

What is certain is that if you wield this, someone will die.

It was a 'weapon' made for that purpose.

"The sword has 'flesh'."

"That's how it was made."

"Looking at it, it looks like it was made recently."

Yes. I haven't seen it for a long time, but it's a sword made by a blacksmith with all his strength.

"I wonder who the blacksmith is. There is no human in the world who can make such a sword... It doesn't exist."

There may be a human blacksmith with great skill somewhere, but as far as the count knows, none of the blacksmiths can make such a great sword.

That said, the blacksmith who made this was not human.

"It was made by a dwarf."

This time, Jamie was a little surprised.

I didn't know that it would even match the race of the blacksmith.

"I didn't know you would hit it just by looking at the sword."

"Do you think Dad only touched swords for years? And with such a great sword, anyone with a knack for swords would have expected a Dwarf."

Jamie smiled and nodded.

Then he told me about the maker of the sword.

"I'm a dwarf named Iron Lil."

"The name seems to have been born for steel."

"And five hands."

Upon hearing the word 'Five Hands', the Count looked back quickly.

The Count also knew about five hands.

No, it would be more difficult to find a sword-toucher who doesn't know five hands.

They were truly the gods of the blacksmith.

When the Count didn't say anything with a surprised face, Jamie continued to explain.

"I'm currently in Frontier, but somehow I ended up entrusting the sword."

her. How can you entrust a sword to a giant like Five Hands?"

" well?

"If you don't want to tell me, say no."

Earl Wellton snorted for nothing, thinking that his son was joking, and looked at Barisada again.

Jamie looked a little startled to see his father like that, but then he let out a laugh and burst into laughter.

"What is funny? Daddy was pissed off."

Hahaha. No, no."

The Count, who was in a prickly mood when his son laughed, smiled and put Barisada back in his sheath.

Then I handed it to Jamie.

Jamie, who received the sword, still couldn't help but smile at the Count's reaction.

Earl Wellton is an externally cool, charismatic figure with a great sense of weight.

However, in front of his family, he would show his cute side as well.

Jamie realized once again that this was family.

'This is family.'

It's a relationship that shows you things that you can't show others without hesitation.

Perhaps the closest relationship in the world, connected by blood, is the most perfect relationship.

Of course, there are families with quarrels, but Jamie didn't even think about that.

Right now, I just wanted to see my father in a way that other people couldn't see.

Perhaps conscious of his son's gaze, Earl Wellton coughed for nothing.

"Hmmmm. that's a good sword It's so great that it can't be compared to Scud. It is such a great sword that it will be recorded in history when it is revealed to the world."

"I broke my scud because I didn't take good care of it, aren't you mad?"

At Jamie's outrageous question, the Count closed his eyes and then shook his head.

"A sword can be broken. Scud is definitely a meaningful sword for the Welton family, but it's not particularly heirloom.

At the Count's cool reply, Jamie nodded in gratitude.

"It puts my mind at ease when you say that."

guy. Why are you so fresh today?"

Iknow, right.

The Count looked at his son, who was smiling, and tapped his sword.

"Would you like to try Dalian after a long time?"

"Is it Dalian? I don't even have a wooden sword."

"Once you reach that level, it's only a real sword from then on."

Saying that, Earl Wellton quietly drew his sword.

At the earl's words of serious sword battle, Jamie was a little perplexed.

"Are you serious?"

"Shall we go to the gym? There will be no one there now."

Jamie stared blankly at the sight of his father heading towards the gymnasium with a swish, and then got up from his seat.

It's a daring all of a sudden.

Originally, we were going to talk about recapture of Guerin after only checking each other's well-being.

Jamie sighed and headed to the gym.

* * *

Earl Wellton explained a short rule as he scratched the floor of the gymnasium with his foot.

"The rules are simple. Whoever admits defeat first loses."

"What if we both admit it?"

"Then what ."

"Let me see the judgment."

On behalf of the Count, who had not briefly answered Jamie's question, Beiryl walked out of the building.

"Since when have you been there?"

"My house is right in front of here. I came out and looked at what he was talking about, and it turned out to be a pretty interesting spectacle."

"You still kill the spirit like a ghost."

"It's a habit."

At the Count's point, Beiryl responded with a brazen face.

The two looked at each other without a word.

I don't know if they're good friends or if they're bad friends, but one thing is for sure-

'Awkward?'

The two had a very awkward relationship.

I just continued the conversation a little bit with a feeling of strife, and it felt like the air around me was freezing all over.

Even if they had solved all the old things, they were the parties to a duel that risked their life over a woman.

I couldn't make friends so easily.

So Jamie said to Beiryl.

"Then please."

I get it. I'll change the rules a bit. Declare defeat first, or lose if you see that one side is clearly behind. Do you both agree?"

To agree.

I agree.

I would like to start a fight between the father and son in earnest like this, but the Welton family was originally a world-famous master swordsman.

It wasn't a light exercise in the morning, and if it was a battle using a true sword, it had to have a minimal form.

First, Earl Welter introduced himself.

"Argeno Welton. I'm counting on you.

"Jamie Wellton. I look forward to.

When I finished greeting, I opened the gap slightly in line with Beiryl's signal.

And each held their swords and held them forward.

Beiryl, who checked the condition of the two, nodded and lowered both raised hands down to announce the start.

"Start Dalian!"

Earl Wellton spit out the air with a gurgling sound.

And he held the sword with both hands.

The atmosphere began to change rapidly.

"Son. When you get to the top, do your best."

Aurors explode.

Jamie was startled by the Count's sword flying like a beam of light.

'What is this!'

He hurriedly put on the Auror and deflected the Count's sword.

It was a shock that felt like it was going to rip apart.

Jamie was shocked.

Father Argeno Welton, whom he knew until now, was hiding his "power" even in front of his son.

That power, now that it had collided once, I could tell how much it was.

'More than a Hawks!'

bang! bang! bang!!!

It wasn't the sound of swords and swords clashing.

The dazzling traces of the Aurors tear the space apart.

This is the 'dagger sword' that has reached its climax.

It was so sophisticated and powerful that it could not be compared with the level of a dagger that Jamie had reached.

"Is this only enough?"

Jamie frowned at the Count's provocation.

'I can't.'

I tried not to use even the power of a true sword.

However, it seemed that he would not be able to endure without using his powers.

Jamie's eyes twinkled.

[Future Walker]

"Is that your power?"

That was the moment.

Something intervened between the number of Future Walker's numerous instances.

sharp, sharp.

Numerous slashing baptisms that divide everything.

[Dimensional Charm]

"This is my power."

Cross-sections of numerous dimensions began to be mercilessly cut.

All cases disappear.

The unbelievable sight made Jamie feel an indescribable feeling.

"Jamie, Dalian has just begun."

A power obtained by Earl Wellton.

It was a powerful slash that could even cut through another world.

- Continued on next episode -