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Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Novel

Jin Runcandel is the youngest son of the greatest Swordmaster. After he gets himself kicked out of their clan, he meets a tragic fate…but before he dies, a God gives him a second chance. Now he must use his new power for good. Will Jin become the world’s strongest Swordmaster and live up to his greatest potential?

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CHAPTER 725

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Jin headed towards the underground prison of the Tikan with Kashmir.

Several comrades, including Mary and Tona brothers, were watching Lynn in the underground prison.

Although she was in prison, Lynn was not tied up but sitting at a desk, drinking tea.

[Welcome, 12th flagbearer.]

Lynn stood up from her seat and greeted Jin.

"Chief of the Guardian of order, no, I should call you the Chief of Black Sword Association. I heard Rosa appointed you as the Chief of Black Sword Association."

[As the Chief of the Guardian of order, no, as the Chief of Black Sword Association, I am not qualified to take any position since I couldn't uphold the law of the clan and couldn't execute the traitors. Just call me by my name.]

Jin did not reply and sat in front of Lynn, looking into her eyes that were darkened by chaos.

Although Lynn clearly appeared completely consumed by chaos, she had not lost her sanity at all.

A resolute determination could be felt from her.

Jin sensed the atmosphere that only those who were prepared to endure pain and sacrifice could possess from Lynn.

"The investigation into the information you provided to us yesterday has been completed."

The information Lynn conveyed to the Tikan was about Rosa and the battleship Ram.

According to her, Rosa was currently losing some control over Huphester, and there was one secret about the battleship Ram that Rosa didn't know.

[I'm relieved.]

"Until Euria's judgment is announced, to be honest, I found it hard to believe. I thought the arrival of Dame might be Rosa's plan, or maybe the situation on the evil god's side is not favorable, so you want to return to our side. I had such suspicions."

[I understand. There was no other choice.]

"Why did you make a contract with the Prophet instead of joining the Resistance from the beginning?"

[If I had chosen the Resistance from the beginning, you would not have heard any information about the weakness of the evil god. I also could not reveal my desire to fight together... That's why it would have been hopeless.]

"So you decided to become an insider at the corrupted Garden of Swords?"

When Mary asked, Lynn nodded.

[I thought that by becoming an insider, I would have a chance somehow…]

"I remember very well the day Diphus Oraboni was captured and you saved me."

[But I have lost count of the knights of the clan that I killed with my own hands.]

Lynn placed the teacup down and said.

Jin recognized that she felt guilty.

As an individual, it would have been a better choice for Lynn to fight alongside the Resistance and die honorably.

However, Lynn had obeyed Rosa's orders for moments like these.

For the sake of the clan, she was willing to endure personal pain and guilt, even if it meant being recorded as a terrible betrayer in history.

[Moreover, just like the 4th flagbearer who passed away... I was gradually succumbing to the chaos of the Prophet, forgetting my original intentions. If you hadn't killed the Prophet this time, I would have truly become a traitor.]

There was a moment of silence.

[Has the day of the final battle been decided?]

"Not yet. It will probably be determined in tomorrow's meeting."

[Although it was discussed last night, it would be better to start moving within a month at least. There is not much time left for me and the remaining knights. Our lives are fading away due to the death of the Prophet.]

"Is it because of the contract with the Prophet?"

[Yes. In any case, if we die and then you attack Huphester, we won't be able to help anything.]

Jin nodded his head.

[Then I should go now. If I leave my position empty for too long, it will raise suspicion from the evil god.]

Lynn stood up.

[This might be our last meeting, 12th flagbearer. When you and the temporary alliance begin to attack Huphester, we will focus our efforts on stopping the battleship Ram.]

Temporarily stopping the operation of the battleship "Ram."

That was the information Lynn obtained by becoming an insider.

[Also, even before the Ram comes to a complete stop, that terrible battleship will not attack Vamel Alliance.]

Rosa believed that she alone had control over the battleship Ram.

However, the deceased Prophet had prepared to take away the control of the Ram in anticipation of the day when Rosa had to be dealt with.

That fact was known to Lynn, who was deemed to have finished the "brainwashing."

Lynn reached out her hand to Jin for a handshake.

For a few seconds, Jin alternated between looking at her hand and her eyes.

[Please... defeat Rosa... the evil god, 12th flagbearer. Prevent the ruin of my, our Runcandel.]

Jin clasped Lynn's hand.

He felt the firm and calloused palm of the old veteran who had devoted herself only to the Runcandel clan for decades.

"I will definitely do that."

Jin personally saw Lynn off. As they left the underground prison through a secret passage that led to the sea, the youngest division was waiting for them.

Among them, Mesa stood in front of Lynn, bowing her head.

"Grand Aunt."

[Mesa.]

Lynn smiled, made eye contact with Mesa.

[You have become the knights of an excellent ruler, greater than my generation, as patriarch, Lord Chiron, was once the supreme being of this world, and Rosa is becoming an evil god, plunging the clan and the world into destruction. So, you have a lord worthy of your loyalty.]

"I will become a knight who brings no shame to my lord and clan."

[Good... When the 12th flagbearer restores the clan, you will have a lot to do. Can I leave the rest to you and leave peacefully?]

"Yes, Grand Aunt."

[Excellent.]

The remaining members of the Runcandel clan did not leave their positions until Lynn disappeared beyond the sea.

***

Huphester.

The army of chaos gathered in the Garden of Swords. Eyes tainted by chaos stared at Rosa, who was seated on the throne.

Since becoming an evil god, she showed signs of exhaustion for the first time. Her eyes were dark, her lips were dry, and her hair hung limp.

The chaos she was supposed to absorb from the Rikalton war was not properly absorbed, and the fragment of power she had given to Diphus had completely vanished.

Frenzy.

Rosa gently caressed her beloved sword, which she had used since her days as a human. Occasionally, her finger would be cut by the blade, and black droplets of blood would flow.

Rosa didn't care. She simply absentmindedly ran her fingers along the blade, seemingly unaffected by the pain.

The knight-commanders watching Rosa felt a slight unease. Unlike the lower-ranking knights who were completely consumed by demonic nature, they still retained some semblance of human will and reason.

They had never considered the possibility of defeat in the Rikalton war.

Instead, they had been planning to achieve a great victory and launch a new invasion before the temporary alliance completed their preparation.

But Diphus and the prophet had died, and Rosa was visibly weary even with her army in front of her.

[...The army has gathered, lord matriarch.]

Finally, Lionel stepped forward and spoke to Rosa.

Rosa did not respond and continued to absentmindedly run her fingers along the blade.

A chilling wind occasionally tossed her hair.

[Lord matriarch.]

Lionel called Rosa once more. The high-ranking knights watching Rosa with some remaining sanity felt the unease transmitted through their ranks.

Only Padler, with poison coursing through him, seemed indifferent to whatever happened.

After thirty minutes, Rosa finally spoke for the first time.

[Former patriarch, Sir Lionel.]

[At your command.]

[Have you ever loved a child?]

It was an unexpected and incomprehensible question, and Lionel couldn't understand Rosa's intentions.

[Why...? Is it because of the death of the Fourth Flagbearer?]

[That child was exceptional compared to the vermin over there, but he was not deserving of special affection.]

At those words, Joshua, standing below the throne, flinched momentarily. After the prophet's death, Joshua could no longer produce the special despair he once did. It was because the hope of prophecy had disappeared.

[Please answer the question.]

[Yes.]

[Then what have you done for such a child?]

[It's a difficult question to answer... In my case, I passed on my clan heritage. This very place, the Garden of Swords.]

Upon hearing that, Rosa nodded with satisfaction. Energy spread through her previously dark eyes.

[I also wanted to pass on this place to that child. But I can no longer do so... Before forming a bond with my youngest. As a mother, I feel I should give a proper gift. Something like a playground.]

[A playground, you say?]

Rosa stood up.

[I will build a fortress from now on.]

[At your command, but…]

[It will be the final stage for my youngest. It must be intricate and beautiful, and there must be figures that suit the myth of his death.]

Lionel pondered how he should express his concern, and there was a commotion among the troops.

But the next moment, they could not help but exclaim in admiration as they watched Rosa raise her hand towards the empty space.

Dark pillars suddenly shot up from the left and right of the formation, as if a picture was being drawn on a canvas. Every time she gestured, the skeletal structure of the "fortress" emerged.

Creation that could only be done by a god.

At the same time, a pale aura began to rise like a tidal wave from behind the throne.

It was the sight of new souls escaping from the mausoleum.

Lionel couldn't help but thrill as he felt the power emanating from them.

[While I build the fortress, your task is to simply fill the void and ensure this place doesn't look empty. Prepare for the impending battle in your respective positions. Prepare to receive my son.]

Rosa stopped caressing the sword, and Lionel and the army kneeled in unison.

The ancient heroes, who were beginning to take on physical form as runes appeared along Rosa's touch, also paid homage to her.

And Rosa, standing in the center of the formation, glanced at the Black Sword Association, specifically at Lynn, as if she knew exactly what she was thinking.

Lynn was bowing her head, unaware of Rosa's gaze.

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