Ending Maker Episode 458
SS #37 Kang Yu-jin (11)
The Sword Demon Kamael.
One of the five heroes of Paragon.
The owner of the absolute sword sense, a talent that is comparable to that of Cheonmujiche in swordsmanship.
One of the four greatest swordsmen on the continent, and the former leader of the Holy Cross Guardians, now the Guardians of the Cordelia Order.
As the commander of the Royal Guard of the Paragon Kingdom, he possessed an icy gaze and a beautiful appearance that seemed like a painting, as befitting a user of the Extreme Guardian.
But he didn’t wear any makeup to make himself look good.
Jet-black clothing and cloak.
He was covered in pitch black like the crows he always carried around, and two famous swords hung from his waist.
The Moon Sword, Ashanta, a legacy of the Magic Kingdom of Endellion, and the Eastern Sword, the Ultimate Azure Dragon Sword, which contains extreme power.
Each and every one of them was a national treasure worthy of the reputation of the Great Swords of the Continent.
But that wasn’t what was important now.
The Sword Demon Kamael.
Why is he standing by the window?
Why does he always appear with crows and stare at me?
Scarlett swallowed dryly, and Kaiser also clenched his fists in excitement without realizing it.
“I saw it.”
Kamael said.
The voice was as cold, low, and sweet as ever, but Scarlett could feel it.
‘Different from usual?’
As a log master of her time, she had an extraordinary talent for reading people’s minds.
Pre-surveying was a virtue of a good thief, and the importance of pre-surveying was not simply in identifying the terrain.
Read the owner of the object.
What kind of person he is, what kind of state he is in, what he is thinking.
Kamael was a man accustomed to hiding his emotions.
Because of this, although his voice was a sweet and beautiful voice, it was extremely rare for it to contain any significant emotion.
But right now, at this moment.
Scarlett could say for sure.
Kamael is agitated.
At first glance, no, even if you listened carefully, it was a small difference that could easily be missed, but his voice was filled with a variety of emotions.
‘A sigh… … No, a sense of liberation? A little anticipation? Excitement? Excited?’
As she continued her reflective analysis, Scarlett couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Because these were rare emotions that I had only felt a few times while encountering Kamael over the past dozen years.
‘And what you just said.’
I saw it.
It was obvious what he saw.
The note Lucas was holding in his hand.
A fan fiction of the Builtwein War written in neat handwriting.
‘No, wait.’
Is this really fanfic?
What Lucas was about to say just before Kamael barged in.
In the Kingdom of Seilun – no, on the continent – a certain fact was discovered by the man who loved the Builtwein War the most.
‘What the hell?’
It wasn’t a coincidence, it was crazy.
Scarlett’s brilliant mind deduced one fact, and Scarlett was sure of it.
It may not be as sharp as that beastly Cordelia, but it was still a sharp intuition – no, it was the intuition of a woman who could boast of being the best log master in the Kingdom of Cailun.
The swordsman Kamael-
“Lord Kamael.”
Lucas’ voice preceded my thoughts.
Everyone focused on his voice, which came out just before Scarlett could confirm the fact in a sentence.
Because that was the situation and atmosphere.
Lucas’ voice was low and muffled.
His expression was stiff and his blue eyes were tense, as if he was facing an enemy.
“This note… … .”
Lucas continued speaking.
Kaiser swallowed dry saliva without realizing it, and Scarlett, who was dumbfounded by the situation that made her sweat, swallowed dry saliva as well and turned to Kamael.
What was important to Lucas was also important to Scarlett herself.
Moreover, it had been over ten years.
At first, she started reading Builtwein Heroes because of Lucas, but now Scarlett herself has become an avid reader of Builtwein Heroes.
So Scarlett swallowed dryly again.
Although I had already deduced one fact from circumstantial evidence and intuition, I focused my gaze on Kamael’s lips to find out the complete truth.
and.
Kamael opened his mouth.
“I think Yuria took it by mistake.”
The reason why this note is in this place now.
It was valid.
Because Kamael was Yuria’s swordsmanship teacher.
Yuria, who respects and admires her teacher, bought and used the same notebook as her teacher, but accidentally got the notebooks mixed up.
Scarlett, who had quickly formed a hypothesis, focused on Kamael again, and a soft voice came out of his mouth again.
“I came to retrieve it, but… … I think it’s too late.”
I came here on purpose to get it.
He went and got it himself, even though he could have just asked Yuria to bring it to him.
That too, urgently.
Through the window, not through the front door.
As if they wanted to hide the fact that the notes were mixed up.
As if he wanted to hide the fact that he was the owner of the note.
‘also.’
Scarlett clenched her fists.
Because he was on the verge of concluding that his hypothesis was true.
But that was just then.
[I see, writing fan fiction is a waste of time. Well, that makes sense. I guess you have a certain image, right?]
Scarlett’s face turned bewildered without her knowing it when she heard the telegram sent by Caesar.
What is he saying now?
[No, I’m right. Fanfic. Hmm… …Wouldn’t it be embarrassing? In a way, it’s like having your diary discovered?]
Moreover, how embarrassing it would be if that fanfic was discovered by none other than Lucas, the continent’s biggest fan of the Builtwein Heroes Chronicles.
[That’s probably why your voice is shaking. Hmm.]
Scarlett was dumbfounded by Caesar’s claim.
I’ve known for a long time that the kid was a beast, but – no, how can a kid who is called a beast have such poor senses?
[Hey, Caesar.]
[huh?]
It was at that moment that Caesar tilted his head.
“Lord Kamael.”
Lucas opened his mouth again, and Scarlett and Kaisa looked at Lucas instead of each other.
But Lucas, instead of his beloved wives, clenched his fists and looked straight at Kamael, and spoke clearly in a trembling voice – no, in a voice mixed with a sense of betrayal that he couldn’t explain.
“Did you know the author of the Built Vine Heroes story?!”
“Yeah, I… … Huh?”
Kamael, who was about to nod calmly and acknowledge a fact, blinked in embarrassment without realizing it.
And Lucas clenched his fists even harder in response to that, as if he was certain of his thoughts.
“As expected, that’s what happened. This notebook belongs to Sanudil, the author of the Built Vine Heroes… … And Kamael is close enough to have received Sanudil’s notebook in advance and reviewed it… … Huh! Could it be the editor?!”
“That… … uh… … um… … .”
Kamael creaked with a face of bewilderment at Lucas’s claim, and eventually shook his head without being able to form any words.
Dori dori.
I’m not an editor.
That’s not it.
“Then perhaps an advisor? Oh, indeed. I understand. Your descriptions of battles are so vivid, Sanudil. It’s as if you were the best swordsman.”
Lucas spoke with a voice full of joy as if all his questions had been resolved, causing Kamael to sweat profusely. Seeing the bewildered appearance of the swordsman Kamael, whom she had never seen before, Kaisha sent a telegram with an inexplicably excited face.
[I see. I get it now. Lucas really has good instincts, don’t you think?]
[No… … No, that’s enough. Let’s stop talking.]
[why?]
[No, um… … I’ll admit it. You’re just as destined for each other as Lucas and I.]
[???]
When Kaisa tilted his head at Scarlett, who was putting her hand on her forehead and making a dizzy expression.
Lucas, who had been talking excitedly, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
“Huh! No way! Ruska! Ruska’s character design… … Did Kamael-sama tell you?!
Ruska Pongrave.
A new male character who appeared in the Bildwein Heroes Chronicles published after the Calamity War.
Although he was not a very important character, he appeared like licorice in a pharmacy whenever people forgot him, and gained a lot of importance, so he was a character who was quite loved by fans of the Biltwein Heroes Chronicle.
But that wasn’t the important thing.
Character sculpt by Ruska Pongrave.
Lucas has been thinking about it for a while now.
Could the model for Ruska be Lucas himself?
It may be an over-self-consciousness, but isn’t this a character that Sanudil created based on himself?
There were several reasons for this.
Ruska’s appearance, personality, and the swordsmanship she uses.
And crucially, the fact that he has two wives!
Moreover, the models for those ladies resembled each other so much that one might have thought they were Scarlett and Kaisa.
Until now, I thought it was just a coincidence.
If it weren’t for a coincidence, I would indulge in a pleasant fantasy, thinking that perhaps Sanudil, who was quite famous, had used me as a model.
But what if Kamael is Sanudil’s acquaintance?
If Kamael told Sanudil Lucas’s story.
Camael, who met Lucas’ clear blue eyes full of anticipation, groaned and began to sweat, then nodded with a face that was paler than usual.
“Well… … Well, you are a model.”
“As expected! As expected!”
Joy exploded from Lucas’ eyes.
Kamael’s expression became very complicated again at the sight of her being so happy like a child.
However, Caesar narrowed his brows at Lucas’s delighted appearance and sent a message with a worried voice.
[Scarlett, what if the writer Sanudil is a woman?]
Until now it didn’t matter whether it was a man or a woman, but now it did.
Because Lucas could have met Sanudil through Kamael.
They even created a character modeled after Lucas.
Could it be that Sanudil is interested in Lucas?
But if that Sanudil were a woman, and a beauty-
[No, no. Absolutely not. Not possible.]
[Because of the handwriting and the mood of the writing? But there are many women who write like men. Even in my collection right now… … .]
[No, no. Absolutely not. And didn’t I tell you to get rid of that collection of novels? What if Vivian and the kids see it!]
[No, but they are still treasures and textbooks that I spent my youth with… … .]
As Caesar wiggled his fingers, Scarlett felt a brief pounding of frustration in her chest, but it only lasted for a moment.
Because what was important now was neither Caesar nor Caesar’s collection of novels.
Lucas is convinced that Kamael is Sanudil’s acquaintance, and Kamael is feeling dizzy and sweating profusely.
‘It’s true that we are acquaintances.’
Kamael is Sanudil’s acquaintance.
They have to be acquaintances.
‘Should I also take part in this?’
That was the moment Scarlett thought so.
“Kamael, I know this is presumptuous of you to ask, but… … it is a lifelong wish. Could it be… … .”
The words Lucas is about to bring up.
I could tell.
Because it was clear that he was talking about wanting to meet Sanudil.
So Scarlett reflexively looked back at Kamael, who seemed to be feeling dizzy and staggered for a moment before straightening up.
And then he closed his eyes tightly for a moment, and in a short moment, he expressed numerous emotions simultaneously.
And then silence again.
Kamael, whose face looked exhausted rather than calm, as if he had let go of everything, spoke in a voice that sounded like his soul had run away.
“grow.”
“yes?”
“I am… … Sanudil, the author of the Biltwein Heroes Chronicles.”
Scarlett smiled bitterly, and Kaiser’s eyes widened in surprise.
Lucas’s breath stopped.
* * *
Yuria sat half-lying on the long chair, breathing heavily.
Her face and even the nape of her neck were red, as if she had a fever, but apart from looking sick, her face looked extremely happy.
‘You, Eugene, you idiot.’
All kinds of stories that Eugene poured out in his head.
The expressions were rough and the vocabulary was limited.
In the end, there were many things that were just repetitions of the same words.
But that’s why.
Because it was so immature and rough, I could feel the sincerity.
It had only been two days since they had met, but Eugene could tell how much he liked Yuri and what he thought of her.
‘Of course I don’t have two days.’
Anyway, while Yuria was melting away, the other kids were having a good time in their own way.
“Ha, one more round! Just one more round!”
“All right.”
Ember spoke briefly as she watched Aiden lose 18 arm wrestling matches to Elwin.
“… … ugly.”
Aiden was going all out, unable to lose to someone four years his junior, and one who was trying to steal Regina, but you could tell who would win just by looking at the thickness of their arms.
‘And that’s counterproductive.’
Regina’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Elwin easily trampling even Strength magic.
“Take it.”
“Ugh! This time for sure!”
As Elwin and Aiden held hands, Ember, Regina, and Eugene, who was watching from the side, focused on the two people’s hands again.
But one person.
Besides Yuria, who was sitting on the chair and looking blissful, there was one person who didn’t seem to be very interested in the arm wrestling between the two.
‘Isn’t it time to go back? I miss Walter.’
I’m a little hungry too.
I’m also worried about how my younger siblings are doing.
It was as Vivian thought about this that she clicked open the lid of the hand mirror containing the group picture with her siblings.
“Sister! Sister!”
“Walter?”
Vivian turned around with a big smile at the voice of her beloved little brother, but only for a moment.
Walter’s sweaty face made me think, ‘He’s still handsome whenever I see him! Our Walter is the best!’, but more importantly, I read one more important fact from Walter’s expression.
Urgency.
Urgency.
“what’s the matter?!”
I wonder if something happened to my younger siblings?
When Vivian, who was more like a mother to the children than either of the two mothers, asked sharply, Walter answered with a ragged breath.
“It’s not my brothers’ business. It’s my father’s business!”
“father?”
Scarlett was relieved that it wasn’t her siblings’ business, but she immediately tilted her head at the question that arose.
What on earth happened to her father, the strongest swordsman in the Kingdom of Seilun and Vivian’s own built-in?
Not only Vivian, but all the children gathered in the pavilion focused their eyes on Walter, and after catching his breath again, he opened his mouth to speak.
