7 Episode 3. The Black Dragon Murakan (1)

I've heard that the Black Dragon Murakan was defeated by the first family and fell into a long sleep.... was that here?’

Jean didn't know much about Murakan. It was extremely rare for the family to talk about this black dragon.

It was because there was more to say about the dragons that were currently active than the dragons that had already disappeared.

The glass tube is smooth without a speck of dust. It was not because someone had wiped it every day, but because of the mana that was vaguely surrounding the coffin.

When I put my palms together, I feel cold. Jean, who swallowed her saliva, began to walk away again.

'You've had a good look.’

If it is a dragon who is still active, there is nothing to gain from Murakan, who is asleep like this. Now, it was more important to find visionaries than to stare at a sleeping dragon.

'It's wider than I imagined.’

The basement seemed wider than the stormy central hall. However, it was easy to find a study with a vision book because it was just empty without a single ornament.

Come on...

When I opened one of the sliding doors, I saw the study straight away. For Looncandel's secret study, there was only one bookcase and a few chairs, but it was overflowing.

There can't be that many visionaries of the unmanned family in the world.

'Visitors!

Stuck in a one-room bookcase, barely over a meter and 50 centimeters long, the books were once kept by many families around the world at the risk of their lives.

A priceless essence that can only be read by the riders of Looncandel.

Chin suppressed her excitement and checked out each of the visionaries she had stuck in the bookshelf.

"The Meyer of Fight, the Tiffon, the Eurist of Cultures, the Chagalgar, the Attila of Sword and so on......a lot of them.’

Two hundred years ago, we raided the stormy planet. Several visionaries of the extinct Kungen family were also shown. Jean's hands, picking them up one by one, were shaking finely.

It was a tremor from excitement.

How long did you long to be a jockey and come here one day before you were deported from Looncandel? Suddenly, the sad days passed by.

Of course, I'm not here as a jockey now. Even with the name of "Luncandel," he sneaks in like a thief.

But Jean didn't take it seriously.

Isn't being strong by any means one of the virtues of Looncandel? Also, the basement will be back in a few years as the real jockey.

What should we start with?’

It's a happy worry. Did brothers feel this way when they were young, watching Chun-hwa behind the nannies' back? Jean grinned and looked at the visionaries.

There is not much time given today.

Two hours

Jin had two hours of free time to pay tribute to the bird. After two hours, Gilly was coming to find him.

It's a sorrow that you have to choose and eat when there's plenty of delicacies on the table.

'But today's not the only day. You can keep coming to pay tribute to a bird or to meditate.’

So-ok.

A book was picked from the study. Jean's first choice of vision was an item that concentrated on the swordsmanship of the Kungen family.

'My third brother once said he had a lot to learn here.This is the beginning of...’

The Kungen family's visionaries are three volumes in total. Jin took out the other two books stuck next to him and sat on the chair.

Originally, there were more than ten copies of Kungen's visionaries, but most of them were destroyed when they were destroyed by Looncandel 200 years ago.

Looncandel intentionally removed it.

Nevertheless, the remaining three volumes are a summary of only the highest number of kungen swordsmanship.

Charm, fall.

The pace at which the bookshelf passed was fast. Although it is said to be a visionary book, most of the contents in front of the first volume were monolithic on the basis of swordsmanship and the mindset of knights.

In the middle of the page, which had been going over coolly, stopped. Jean's eyes deepened as she looked at the type.

It was because the book, which was being described or the basics, was suddenly filled with incomprehensible difficult content.

Oh, my God. A visionary is a visionary. It's hard, isn't it?

Although written in the official language of the continent, most of the contents were not understood by Jin's sword skills.

Just before his sudden death in the kingdom of Akin, Jin, 28, achieved three achievements.

The so-called "doing a bit" is later than these people, and the average of Looncandel is a poor level that cannot be compared.

But it took only half a year to reach the third star, so it was actually a tremendous achievement.

However, the problem is that the theory of swordsmanship at the three-star level cannot understand Kungen's vision.

However, it was not that Jean had never expected such a case.

I brought a notebook and a pencil.

Jean took them out of her arms and began copying the visionaries. It's a must. In two hours, an estimate of ten pages will be possible.

When I was a wizard, I tried so many times that the fingerprints of my fingers holding a pencil disappear.

Ten sheets a day.

By the time he left the storm, Jean still had three years to go. If you copy ten copies every day for three years, you will have to write down all the visionaries.

'And if you keep studying, you'll start to understand little by little, and there'll be a lot of books you don't have to transcribe.’

Square, square, square....

The quiet basement was filled with only the sound of pencils scratching paper. Just an hour passed when he filled ten pages, and Jean turned back the way she had come again and left the cellar.

The hole in the wall was covered again with earth magic and soil.

* * *

Two months passed like that. Jin has been able to transcribe three of Kungen's books and two of Myer's martial arts.

The days of the free and desolate storm were rife with vitality. There has never been such a pleasant time to wake up in the morning.

'What's the excuse to go to the basement today? Remembrance? Meditation? No...... yesterday and the day before that.’

Recently there was a false rumor among stormy servants that the spirit of the dead bird had been written to Qin.

For two months now, he has been visiting the graveyard under the pretext of mourning or meditation, and such rumors have been circulating. After hearing the rumor, the Tonya brothers were somehow more afraid of Qin than before.

"Hmm. There's a reason why I can go there every day... Do I have to make it?'

I've been thinking about it for a long time, but nothing comes to mind. What makes you think I'm going to visit the graveyard every day?

Soon Jean fixed her thoughts.

'You don't have to make me do it. I will go there every day, but who dares stop me from this storm?"

Already, the guardian knights have invited Jean not as a child, but as "Jin Looncandel," and the servants are not to be persuaded in the first place. The Tonya brothers are afraid of Jean, so there's no need to worry.

The problem is Gilly.

A nanny is different from a guardian or servant. They are able to influence their children.

"Gilly nanny."

"Yes, Master."

"I'm thinking of going there again today."

"Today, too..."

Directly, Gilly's eyes were filled with anxiety.

Sigh.

Gilly gave a deep sigh and stroked Jean's head.

"I'm afraid the bird is already dead. Two months have passed. The nanny is so worried that she can't even fall asleep."

"The bird has already forgotten. I go to the graveyard every day, actually, because I just like it there.”

"Well, what do you mean good there? Don't like the graveyard. You're riding the negro!"

"What's the negativity?"

"The tomb is the home of the dead. It's no good getting close. You're not good enough to get good energy.”

At any rate, even the nannies are sensitive to superstition. Jean shook her head inward.

"No, I will continue to like the graveyard."

"Dear old man!

"The nanny. Think about it. I'm the youngest son of Looncandel.”

Gilly's eyes grew bigger as Jean decorated her serious voice.

"Suddenly, why did you...….”

"How many graves would I have in the world in the future, born as I was born in Looncandel? Actually, I've been trying to understand "death" in my own way these days. That's why I go every day to get used to it."

"Ah."

A leak of wind came through Gilly's teeth.

After the accident was stopped for a while, she stared at her young master.

A young master, who faces the fate of a predator named Looncandel, who was only seven years old.

Of course that's Gilly's illusion.

As it is his second life, Jean is only cooking Gilly, who is younger than himself in his previous life.

Frankly, who would tell such a story at the age of seven? Even if you were born in this terrible Looncandel.

Nevertheless, people, including Gilly, could not doubt Jin's words and deeds. It's natural that he's gone beyond imagination.

"After seeing you, I'm sure there's been a profound change in your inner self. You must have told me something amazing.’

Gilly fixed his expression and bowed his head.

"......then I won't stop you. I don't doubt that she will be a great knight to carry the Looncandel in the future. I'm very proud to hear your honest stories."

"Thank you, Gilly. Until I leave the stormy planet in the future, I'll find my graveyard for an hour or two every day."

"Yes, Master."

"And I don't want any interruptions then. You know what I mean?”

"I'll ask the guards as well. And master."

"Huh?"

"To add a word as a nanny of the old master, another adult...... it wouldn't be good to think too much at a young age. Please, sometimes get closer to something pleasant."

"Okay, I'll do that. Gilly. Well. I'll have a strawberry pie for the snack, please. heavily coated with honeyed”

Gilly's expression, which had been hardened, turned bright.

"I'll cook it very deliciously. See you."

Jean left the room with a big smile.

'Okay! Now I can concentrate on writing without getting nervous.’

Over the past two months, there have been quite a few scary moments every time I visited the basement. It was because if a guardian or Gilly came to the cave and found himself, the family could be overturned.

"Now that he's interested in me, I'm sure he wouldn't die, but something pretty tiring will happen.’

A humming is coming out of my mouth. The resonance of the earth digging up the wall felt more rhythmical today.

Today we're going to transcribe the final chapter of Myers' martial arts.

Square, square!

As he is transcribing martial arts, savoring the emotion of guaranteed freedom for the next three years, I wonder if this is a blessing of return.

I don't think Meyer's martial arts are as difficult as Kungen's. But the phrase, "unifying the body with the come and go"......you'll find out.’

An hour has passed.

My thin, soft fingers throbbed as I kept doing penmanship. So when I was about to rest for about 3 minutes.

Click.......

Beyond the sliding door such a sound was heard, and the startled Qin rose reflectively.

It was the sound of a glass tube covering the black dragon Murakan opening.