Swordmaster's Youngest Son Novel - Chapter 839

Chapter 839

Temar and Murakan from a thousand years ago.

They were standing in the Storm Castle.

Not the Storm Castle in the painting that was completely destroyed in the recent battle with the fake, but the Storm Castle from a thousand years ago that still stood tall atop Mount Murakan.

Jin and the Ten Great Knights stared at the new scenery with wide eyes, while Murakan clutched his chest and looked away.

“No… this can’t be. There’s no way I would have done such a thing. This Murakan killing the knights, and even you, Temar? It’s impossible.”

Jin was concerned that Murakan’s mind might collapse.

He kept repeating the same words over and over.

‘It seems he might go insane at any moment. Murakan’s shadow seems even more unstable than before.’

Suddenly, a spear of Shadow Energy formed behind Murakan.

The spear shot towards the landscape from a thousand years ago, but it had no effect.

The group could only observe the landscape from a thousand years ago as mere spectators, unable to influence it.

The words they had just heard, “It’s all your fault”, weren’t for the real Murakan, but for the Murakan in the video.

The Murakan in the video gritted his teeth without answering Temar.

“Murakan, stop.”

It was Dranax.

With a serious expression, he alternated his gaze between Murakan and Temar from a thousand years ago.

“We may be just guardians, but our souls are the same as they were a thousand years ago. So we have the right to know what happened back then. We have the right to know what we don’t know. Since it seems we can’t destroy this video, just calm down and stay still.”

“It’s true, Murakan. We might disappear soon, but before that, I want to see it with my own eyes. A story we don’t know.”

Frey, she too was enduring the pain and kept her gaze fixed on the video.

The Ten Great Knights were prepared to withstand their death until they could confirm all the truth.

“This is… all a conspiracy. Maybe it’s the Witch, or someone else… Yes, Lokia. Lokia betrayed us. It must be her plot, trying to conspire against me! How could I kill them all? Hurt Temar and massacre innocent people like that?”

Painful memories can drive anyone mad.

Murakan was overwhelmed by the memories flooding his mind that he couldn’t reject.

However, Jin decided not to say any words of comfort to Murakan. He had already said everything he needed to say.

Regardless of what the truth was, they would face it together, alongside their comrades.

Jin and the Ten Great Knights kept their gaze fixed on the hunched Murakan, leaving him behind.

They focused on the video in front of them.

“At first, when I heard you were trying to kill our comrades, I didn’t believe it. Even more so when it was Lokia who said it, and as you know, I already had my doubts about Lokia.”

“Temar.”

“But Lokia didn’t betray us. She was just looking for ways to resolve my demonization, so she kept in touch with the Witch. But I never imagined you would betray me like this… you and Solderet.”

“Stop it, Temar. I didn’t try to kill you for the sake of the Thousand Year Contractor or for Solderet. Don’t you understand?”

“Ah, so you still try to tell me I’m crazy? Like the day you came with my sister and Padler to kill me in the Black Sea Tower. I regained my sanity fully after that day. I remember all the truths I saw through the Witch when I lost my mind. Solderet must also be trying to get rid of me for that reason.”

“…I don’t think I need to say more. Temar, I won’t apologize. This is the best option for me.”

“A thousand years. We were destined to be used as mere pieces for the future that Solderet chose. Whoever becomes the Contractor then will never know this dark truth. Your atrocious actions with your god end today. I won’t forgive you. If you can’t stop yourself, then I will.”

Swish…!

As Temar drew his sword, the inside of the Storm Castle suddenly darkened.

The Shadow Energy released from him was creating a huge subspace.

Temar’s single sword movement split Murakan’s human form into shards of Shadow Energy, which then scattered.

Soon, the Shadow Energy flew away and reformed into Murakan’s true appearance.

As the space split, the outer landscape of the Storm Castle was briefly revealed.

It was a point on Mount Murakan, far from the Storm Castle. The split space quickly filled with Shadow Energy again.

‘It’s a technique similar to the fake’s Manifestation of Shadows. Temar and Murakan seem to have been fighting like this in the subspace… That must be why Mount Murakan disappeared.’

The fight they had just had with the fake was nothing compared to their battle.

Both Temar and Murakan imbued every strike with the evident power of a Genesis Knight.

With a single sword strike, mountain ranges were cut, and with a single breath, an entire empty city disappeared.

It was as if they weren’t two mortals, but two gods who could mold the world at their will facing each other.

Murakan remained hunched, muttering incomprehensible words.

The Ten Great Knights barely suppressed feelings of confusion as they watched the two fight in the video.

The video they were witnessing now was no different from when the fake Murakan attacked Temar.

“So, they had this conversation. It seems Murakan attacked the patriarch at some point. Just like we found out here…”

“I won’t make any judgments until I see everything. Jin and Murakan came and helped us. They eliminated the fake Murakan we thought was real and allowed us to see the truth.”

“It’s true.”

“Until the end, I wonder if Frey will manage to confess what she couldn’t to that crinkled guy. The confession of love shouldn’t turn into curses and insults.”

“You’re talking nonsense again… Vyollo. If I were well, I would have given you a good beating…”

“Frey, the blood is still flowing. Even if we are on the verge of death, let’s have some peace in our final moments. Save your words. Ignore Vyollo’s nonsense.”

Of course, Jin already knew the winner of this battle.

Murakan would be defeated by Temar and fall into a deep slumber for a thousand years.

In the video, Temar and Murakan had already exchanged over a hundred attacks.

Every time the space tore, the outside revealed nothing but destroyed mountain ranges, cities, and strangely divided clouds and storms.

Temar mainly attempted attacks while Murakan focused on defense.

Murakan was sure that, if the battle continued, he would inevitably emerge as the victor.

It was because Temar was destined to tire eventually, while Murakan never tired. As long as his heart was intact, his strength would remain the same indefinitely.

“You keep trying to move the battlefield outside the mountain range… Don’t you care if people get caught in our fight and perish?”

“…There’s no one left living near my mountain range.”

“There’s no one around the mountain range that extends through Hufester… Are you proud of that? Of having so brutally trampled on those who once worshipped you. It’s fine to turn their homes to ashes, but you hate having your home destroyed, is that it?”

Unlike the real Murakan who fought in pain, Temar’s malicious words seemed to have no effect on the Murakan from a thousand years ago.

Murakan focused solely on killing Temar.

He entered a state of awakening, forming a pair of wings and emitting a relentless torrent of Shadow Energy from his enlarged horns, just like the fake Murakan.

Mount Murakan that connected to Mitel disappeared completely.

Destructive landslides and earthquakes spread throughout Mitel, and the destruction showed no signs of stopping.

It was collapsing irreversibly, just as their relationship had done.

As the fight continued, the observers couldn’t determine how much time had passed.

The perspectives kept changing from time to time.

But every time they changed, all they could see were the two fighting within the subspace created by Temar’s Shadow Blade.

The observers could only discern the changing perspectives by the wounds that weren’t present on Temar’s body and the different outer landscape that appeared briefly every time the subspace tore.

They couldn’t detect any signs of injury or fatigue on Murakan.

[Continuing to fight is useless, Temar. All that crumbles in this battle is what we were trying to protect. It’s the land of Runcandel and the place where the people protected by Runcandel live.]

“Don’t you dare say that with your filthy mouth?”

[I just wanted to say that, for the future, we should leave this land and its people with at least the slightest chance of survival. If you still have love for your clan and this land within you. Stop now and accept death.]

“The future…? I don’t care at all. I’ve already lost my present, thanks to you and Solderet. As long as you and Solderet exist, Runcandel will never be truly free. It will always be at the mercy of Solderet.”

[Our enemy is Zipple, not Solderet…]

“That was true until you showed your true face. Now, you and yours are more disgusting and hateful than Zipple. You made us the object of mockery and sacrifices, driving us to the brink of madness.”

Although he didn’t agree with Murakan’s suggestion to stop the pointless fight and accept death, Temar knew there was no reason to prolong the battle from his perspective.

He needed to end the fight before he ran out of energy.

Besides, Temar was preparing a single sword strike for the decisive moment: the Soul Slash that could overcome any gap in strength as long as he had the will.

First Shadow Blade technique, Soul Slash.

Temar’s darkened blade, Barisada, was pointed at Murakan.

“It’s time to pay the price, Murakan. Suffer and remember those you killed…”

Temar swung his sword with a wicked smile on his face.