I Regressed to My Ruined Family – 62

 #I returned, and my family was ruined (63)

Chayman looked at the Grand Duke inside the 수정구.

Why did he contact me?

And with Count Irdan there too?

That was when it happened.

“You’re planning to hold a council of elders, aren’t you?”

The Grand Duke asked.

Irdan furrowed his brow and asked back.

“…How did you know?”

“There are many eyes and ears in this world.”

“…”.

“I also plan to attend the meeting.”

Cheyman’s eyes lit up.

The Council of Elders was being held within his faction.

For the Grand Duke, it was like walking into the lion’s den.

Yet he said he would participate without a moment’s hesitation.

“He has really changed a lot.”

When he was young, he always had a stern expression and couldn’t hide his impatience when dealing with matters.

But now he was completely different.

A relaxed smile appeared on his lips.

On top of that, he had a haughty look in his eyes, as if he didn’t even care about a nobleman of the count’s rank.

Judging by his aura, he was now like an absolute ruler.

Yes.

Only someone of his caliber could defeat his rivals.

Meanwhile, Irda strongly objected.

“The Grand Duke has no authority! Only the ten branches of the royal family can participate in the Council of Elders…”

“Hmm. Can you say that after seeing this document?”

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The Grand Duke unfolded a document. It was a document with the seals of the four families that had been conquered so far.

It was a document with the seals of the next heads of the families elected from those families.

“These are the ones who have the authority to participate in the Council of Elders, aren’t they?”

The contents of the document were simple.

It stated that the Grand Duke was appointed as the representative of the Southern Alliance, which had recently risen up, and that everything would be done according to his judgment. It was a statement of delegation of authority.

“Hmm.”

Cheiman smiled faintly, as if he could see through him. He thought he understood his purpose.

The decree issued by the Southern Alliance.

It contained information about taxes and the ideology of the dragon clan. He was complying with the decree.

But what about Irdan?

The high taxes imposed by the other faction remained unchanged. What would the Grand Duke who participated in the meeting argue?

“He will probably start by cracking down on taxes.”

The first to be hit by the iron hammer would naturally be Irdan’s side.

There was no reason to oppose participation. A fight would break out on its own. Cheiman looked at the grand duke and said,

“Grand Duke, can you give us a moment? We need some time to talk.”

“I’ll give you an hour. If anyone refuses, I will consider it a declaration of war.”

Tuck.

The connection with Su-gong was cut off.

“How insolent!”

“Calm down, Count.”

“…What are you going to do?”

Cheiman quickly said.

“I’m in favor.”

…What are you up to?

“What do you mean, up to something?”

Eri’s relaxed reply made him grit his teeth. He had recently heard some news.

It was that the youngest prince had taken refuge with Cheiman’s side.

This meant that they had secured one heir to the duke’s title.

This was significant.

It meant that he could calmly wait for the future.

On the other hand, what about himself?

He had nothing to prepare for the future.

“The count can oppose it if he wants. Anyway, I’m in favor.”

―Ugh!

Erdan gritted his teeth at Cheyman’s relaxed reply.

Only one person opposed it?

It was tantamount to openly declaring war on the Southern Confederacy.

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In this situation, Irdan had no choice but to give the expected answer.

“… Fine. I agree.”

The two men talked for a while.

They informed the Grand Duke of their decision to attend.

It was the moment when the lights in the revision room went completely dark. Cheiman called Hans and asked,

“Have you found out anything about the scum roaming around my territory?”

“I’m sorry, Count. Their movements are so secretive that I haven’t been able to catch them yet.”

Cheiman nodded quietly. It wasn’t a disappointing answer. Not only Hans, but the others hadn’t been able to catch them either.

That meant they were moving very secretly.

“Interesting.”

Thanks to the Grand Duke’s message today, he was now fairly certain.

The ones stealing information from his domain were most likely his minions.

Otherwise, information about the Council of Elders would not have been leaked.

“It’s not top-secret information, though.”

It was one of the pieces of information he kept secret.

Who was controlling these bats?

“The Grand Duke? Or…?”

Chayman thought deeply and looked at Hans.

“How is the youngest prince these days?”

“His black flames are gradually stabilizing.”

He nodded in satisfaction. Even Cheiman recognized the Grand Duke’s strength and talent.

“But.”

The more important factor was that all the previous dukes had produced black flames.

Irudan and the Grand Duke.

The best outcome would be for the two of them to destroy each other, but even if that didn’t happen, he could still seize power by using Myers.

He looked at Hans and said,

“I will open the medicine cabinet, so take the intermediate medicine. Make sure the youngest prince continues his training and take special care of him.”

“Thank you!”

Hans bowed his head and cautiously left the office.

His eyes lit up.

Chayman was a nobleman who was good at thinking things through.

However.

“It won’t work against Loren.”

Managing and gathering information, as well as devising strategies.

In Hans’s eyes, Lawrence was several steps ahead of Cheyman.

That must be why he was able to extract information so easily.

In any case, it was the first time he had obtained intermediate elixir instead of lower-grade elixir.

It was a valuable item.

That meant that Chayman’s trust in him had increased considerably.

Hans walked lightly toward Myers’ residence.

* * *

Three days passed.

The two viscounts finally surrendered.

They officially agreed to attend the council of elders.

There were only about ten days left until the meeting.

During that time, Ethan was organizing the techniques and secrets he had learned from Viscount Bloten.

There was a lot of information about the Destruction Dragons in particular.

“They are of a high level.”

The secrets contained the Destruction Dragons’ greatest strength, their power. They were of a very high level. They were good enough to be incorporated into his family’s advanced sword techniques.

“Fortunately, there is also a breathing technique that fits perfectly.”

Without a breathing technique to support it, swordsmanship is only half as effective.

However, Ethan already had a breathing technique that incorporated the techniques of the dragon tribe.

Thanks to that, he was able to easily create swordsmanship techniques that matched his breathing technique.

Ethan looked at the book in front of him.

[Dragon Slayer Sword, Form 2]

It was a book with a simple title.

However, the contents were not simple. It was a sword technique book that contained much more profound techniques than the Dragon Slayer Sword, Form 1, which he had demonstrated to the knights last time.

Ethan called out to Fulton.

“Take it.”

“This is…”

“It’s an item requested by His Excellency the Viscount.”

“…!”

Fulton’s eyes widened in surprise.

It had only been two days since he had taught him the secrets of the dragon clan.

“In such a short time…”

He had created a sword technique that combined advanced techniques?

Even those called transcendent beings would find it difficult to produce results in just two days.

He couldn’t believe it.

“…May I take a look?”

“Go ahead.”

Ethan readily agreed.

Polton hurriedly opened the sword manual.

After reading the first line.

He began to read the book frantically. With every line he read, it felt as if he was being struck by lightning.

“…Could a sword be used like this?”

It was shocking.

Harmony and balance.

The most fundamental elements of sword fighting were embodied in the ascending techniques of the craftsmen.

Precise and stable sword fighting.

“…Yet it didn’t lose its sharp offensive power.”

The sword manual even included helpful illustrations of the stances.

The sharp attacks interspersed throughout proved that this sword technique was mixed with the techniques of the dragon tribe.

Fulton swallowed hard.

If he encountered someone who used this sword technique, would he be able to respond easily?

No, he couldn’t.

He would surely become dizzy and lose his footing. Then he would taste the bitterness of defeat.

Fulton realized that

this sword technique was several levels more sophisticated, balanced, and sharp than what he had learned from the Hwagakja.

The book did not only describe advanced sword techniques. It also described breathing techniques that matched them perfectly.

After reading the entire book, Fulton closed his eyes.

The moment of enlightenment was approaching. Seeing this, Ethan lowered his voice.

As a fellow knight, he understood how important this opportunity was for Fulton.

About two hours passed.

Fulton’s eyes flashed open.

He looked around with sparkling eyes and gazed at the Grand Duke.

Power and mana overflowed from his entire body.

A seven-star knight.

There was no doubt that he had reached the lofty heights of a Grand Knight.

He bowed his head respectfully.

“…Grand Duke. Thank you. How can I ever repay you for this…”

“What do you mean, repay me?”

Ethan replied casually.

Fulton was a knight with a solid foundation. It was because of his solid foundation that he was able to gain enlightenment.

It was nothing more than gaining something he would have gained someday a little sooner.

At those words, Fulton’s eyes sparkled.

“…No. If it weren’t for the sword manual containing your enlightenment, I would have struggled at this level for a long time. I will repay this favor… someday.”

“Hm.”

Ethan smiled as if amused and nodded to Fulton.

“Then let’s have a spar.”

It was rare to have the opportunity to fight a 7-star knight. It was even rarer to fight a proper knight.

“Yes!”

Fulton nodded vigorously.

* *

Time flew by.

There were only two days left until the Council of Elders was convened.

During that time, Ethan spent his time training Polton and the Dragon Slayer Corps.

Perhaps because of the sword techniques and breathing methods that contained the secrets of ascension, the knights’ growth was dazzling.

It was also a good opportunity for Ethan.

By sparring with the knights, he was able to completely master the second form of the Dragon Slayer Sword. He would be able to use this in the future.

Outside, the knights were already waiting with their carriages.

The Council of Elders.

Silvia had prepared these people because they were participating in an official meeting and moving into enemy territory, so they couldn’t neglect the formalities.

The Yongsal Corps.

All of their equipment was black.

The color that first came to mind when thinking of Ardan. Their equipment was dyed entirely in that color.

Thanks to Ilia, the dyeing process didn’t take long.

The knights wearing black equipment looked like black knights from a novel.

“It’s fine.”

Silvia, who was waiting in front of the carriage, guided Ethan. Soon, the two of them climbed into the carriage.

“Let’s go.”

Ryuketsudan (Dragon Slayers).

The red letters written between the black flags fluttered in the wind.

They were the elite members selected from among the nearly 120 members of the Ryuketsudan.

There were nearly 30 of them. They all spurred their horses.

Two days later.

They arrived at the place where the meeting was to be held.

The medium-sized city of Senern.

It was the city where Viscount Liman was located.

There were already guests in front of the outer gate. They were nobles who were participating in the Council of Elders.

The nobles who were passing by one by one in front of the outer gate lit up their eyes.

This was because they saw a group of knights wearing dark equipment.

“…Whose knights are they?”

Their equipment was all black.

No branch family had such a knight order.

“No way!”

Soon, a name came to mind.

Ethan Ardan.

Some nobles swallowed hard.

For the branch families, it was like facing a cruel predator.