Swordmaster's Youngest Son

Chapter 665

Chapter 665

C665

"It’s as you heard, Sir Ronil. The Histor needs the Holy Land of Zipple to recover."

Ronil's eyebrows furrowed as Jin responded naturally.

Jin had not seen him display such emotions during their previous encounters.

Kadun and Octavia blinked in disbelief.

They never expected to hear such shocking news at that moment, when they had come to negotiate a temporary alliance.

"Sir Jin, there are many ears listening right now. Did you think it was appropriate to bring up such a topic here?" asked Ronil.

"I didn't know it was such a big secret. The leader of Kinzelo mentioned it casually," Jin replied, and Ronil glared at Orgal.

Orgal barely managed to stand up, waving his hands apologetically.

A moment of silence ensued.

Meanwhile, Jin asked all his companions to leave, except for himself and Kashimir, leaving only Orgal and Zephyrin by Kinzelo's side.

"Sir Orgal, what were you thinking when you did this?" Ronil asked.

[Coff...]

"The master is not in a condition to continue speaking, so let me answer on his behalf, Zipples," said Zephyrin, lifting Orgal.

"First of all, I hope the members of Zipple do not get too excited and listen to my story. I understand that Sir Jin brought up a delicate topic without much thought, which may have caused frustration."

"Frustration? Is that all?" interrupted Octavia, causing Zephyrin to narrow her eyes.

"Please don't interrupt me. Let it be clear that this is not a request, but a warning. My master knew of the existence of the Holy Land even before you called it that, and he used to be its caretaker. So you acquired it when my master lost his power," said Zephyrin firmly.

"Are you claiming ownership then?" Ronil's voice calmed again.

Jin thought Ronil's composure was impressive but suspected there was more.

It seems he didn’t come here without considering the Holy Land.

Perhaps showing displeasure was part of the plan.

"That’s not true. If there comes a time when we can reclaim it by force after defeating a public enemy, then who knows. But right now, that place clearly belongs to the Zipple. However, it’s hard to endure being treated as if I don't even have the right to speak about what I know."

"What will you do if you can't endure it, Demon Dragon?"

It seems the successor of the Fire Dragon Trakalnis is curious about that, so continue if you wish.

When Trakalnis' name emerged, Kadun's eyes widened.

"How do you know about Trakalnis......!"

"It was quite a satisfying meal, as I recall."

Normally, Kadun would have raged at that moment, ready to kill Zephyrin.

However, the fire dragon Trakalnis was the king of the fire dragons before Kadun and the most perfect creature of Sheenu.

Nevertheless, there were no stories left of Trakalnis in the world, and even Kadun himself would struggle to remember his name if he didn’t concentrate.

The reason was none other than the fact that Trakalnis' death was the greatest "shame" of Sheenu and the Fire Dragons.

It was Sheenu's will and the old Zipple's doing to erase Trakalnis' history to cover up that shame.

'Don't tell me she killed Trakalnis... this demon dragon?'

Zephyrin smiled coldly, as if she saw through Kadun's thoughts.

It took three days for the Zipple leaders to return to Tikan.

This time, Ronil came alone with some assistants, without Kadun or Octavia.

"My father also said there was no other way but to open the Holy Land. He allowed us to bring Histor to the Holy Land."

"What are your demands?"

"First, only Histor can enter the Holy Land. Second, as compensation for this incident, each alliance shares some information about purification and chaos control with Zipple. This must be accompanied by the presence of the Thousand Year Contractor."

"I refuse."

Jin flatly rejected the proposal as if he had nothing more to hear.

"Well... then we won’t be able to save Histor."

"I heard Orgal say that if a full mana body goes to its Holy Land, it leaves some kind of mana trace. Zipple can receive considerable rewards just by studying that trace. We don’t know how much damage that research will cause us after the alliance dissolves."

Jin shrugged.

"Who benefits more from Histor's injury? It’s Zipple. We all want Histor alive, but Zipple can even investigate. So, please, don’t be too greedy. If it breaks this time, I'll put aside all the talk about Histor. Don’t push your luck."

"Agreed. If so, we’ll open the Holy Land without conditions, but you must agree to move with senses blocked as much as possible to avoid exposing the Holy Land's location. Also, I don’t want Jin-nim and Histor to have another escort."

The requirements were just words Ronil had thrown out, and these words were based on the clan elders' opinions.

Ronil wasn’t happy with their opinions.

"I understand perfectly. When would be a good time to leave?"

"If it suits you, we can leave right now."

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Since boarding the Kozec, Jin hadn’t taken a single step in the windowless cabin.

He merely clung tightly to the sealed Valeria and waited for the ship to stop.

It hadn’t been five days since the ship had reached its destination.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sir Jin. You may disembark now."

As soon as Jin got off the ship, he realized he was inside a huge building.

It was larger than the construction yard he had seen in the Sota desert in the past.

Ronil guided Jin for about two hours. When they reached a door inside the building, Ronil stopped walking.

"This is as far as I can guide you. After this, I can’t access, so another person will assist you."

Only two Zipples could freely enter and exit through the door.

One was the patriarch, Kelliark Zipple, and the second.

"Are you Jin Runcandel?"

The next patriarch, Beradin Zipple, approached Jin from the other side.

The friend he hadn’t seen in about three years greeted him in a dry voice instead of the usual cheerful one.

"Follow me, I’ll guide you to the Holy Land."

Jin found Beradin’s back very unfamiliar as he walked ahead through the door and saw a sword at Beradin's waist.

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