Swordmaster’s Youngest Son

They were the clan’s representatives who stood on the front lines, waving the clan’s emblem.

All the children of the Runcandel Clan became flag-bearers when they reached a certain level, barring the few exceptions like the previous Jin who was deemed incompetent.

Jin had heard countless stories about this underground room from his siblings.
He, who could only imagine the wonders hiding inside, could finally see it with his own eyes.

Jin slightly choked up, as if something deep within his heart had surfaced.

‘I didn’t think it would affect me this much, but seeing it for myself, my emotions reacted subconsciously.’

Phew…

After exhaling and calming down, Jin squeezed himself into the hole.

Back in the pit the twins had dug, he could hear the constant downpour crashing onto the ground, but as soon as he entered the underground corridor, the noise completely disappeared.
With a solemn heart, Jin removed his shoes.

He couldn’t leave behind traces of mud in the corridor.

The path was dimly lit by a few torches on the walls, where oil dripped down.

Jin was about to create a flame with magic to illuminate the place, but decided to grab one of the torches instead.
Walking down a worn down corridor barefoot with a torch in hand, he felt like he had become a monk.

‘Mother used to tell me that before reaching that door, the Runcandel children need to prove that they’re part of the bloodline.’

Jin remembered hearing that when he was around 16.

Back then, Rosa still believed that her youngest child would one day become a respectable member of the clan.

She could not accept the fact that her child was untalented, and held distorted expectations towards him.

Rosa had secretly broken the clan rules in order to give Jin confidential information, despite the fact that he wasn’t a genius like his siblings.

She wanted to believe that Jin would one day become a 6-star knight and receive the qualifications of a flag-bearer.

Rosa Runcandel, the Black Panther, was one of the strongest people in the clan and the world.
However, the reason why she couldn’t have an objective view and judgement towards Jin was simply because she was a mother.

His mother.

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‘Even so, she ended up facing and accepting the reality later on.’

Jin stopped reminiscing the past and paused his walk towards the metal door.

He was at the center of the corridor.
There were still around 50 steps left until he reached the gate.

‘Runcandels and magic…?’

Pfft.

Jin couldn’t help but chuckle when he noticed the magic circle on the floor.

It was a large magic circle, but even apprentice magicians could easily analyze it.

The Magic Circle of Blood and Barrier.

It was a popular magic circle one could often find at the entrances to kingdoms, or inside a businessman’s warehouse, or at a famous mercenary group’s headquarters.

Despite its impressive and grand name, it was a basic circle.

It was no different to a simple security device.
All it could do was determine whether someone would pose a threat through one’s blood.

‘Those magic-hating clan members actually laid down a magic circle in front of the clan’s secret chamber? Not only that, it’s such a flimsy circle!’

Jin bit down on the inside of his cheek.
A trail of blood seeped out of his mouth and ran down his chin.
Before it could drop on the floor, Jin caught the blood with his hand.

Drip, drip…

All he needed was a few drops in order to activate the Magic Circle of Blood and Barrier.
As he shook off the blood on his hands onto the circle, a blue aura began to fill the air from all four directions.

‘Proof that we’re part of the bloodline? What a joke.’

Jin was curious to know which of his ancestors was stupid enough to place this magic circle here.

This magic circle wasn’t elaborate enough to be able to verify someone’s bloodline and lineage.
In fact, Jin wasn’t sure if such magic existed in the first place.

There were only 3 things this magic circle could determine.

It could detect whether the blood was that of a monster, a human, or a plague-stricken human.

In other words, as long as they’re able to reach this underground corridor, any healthy human is able to activate this magic circle safely.

The magic circle was completely useless, except for how it added an air of mystery to this ancient, hidden chamber.

‘They believe in that weird superstition called the Selection ritual.
They also believe that this magic circle is able to recognize a pure-blooded Runcandel.
This clan is quite… peculiar.
Very peculiar.’

Clang! Clang! Creaaaak….!

With the circle’s activation, Jin could hear gears and metallic parts grinding and moving beneath the floor.

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The circle was stopping the traps’ operation—the traps that would’ve attacked Jin if he didn’t activate the magic circle.
He silently stood still and waited for the noise to subside.

‘There are quite a lot of traps.
I don’t know the specifics, but the traps here are more elaborate than those found in a royal palace.’

The magic circle soon began to dim down, and lost its lustre.
The traps had all been disabled.
Jin resumed his march and headed towards the door.

He had safely dealt with one of the security systems of the Storm Castle’s secret chamber.
The remaining one was to safely open the door.

But that was even easier to do than activating the magic circle.

“Runcandel’s descendant has come to solace Murakan.”

Creaaak!

The gate began to slide open as soon as Jin uttered the password.

It was another type of ‘barrier magic’ similar to the magic circle just now, but was on a completely different level.
It was a spell cast by a great dragon, who has since fallen into a deep slumber.

The password deactivates the spell, but without the correct words, the door will never budge open.
That was the potency of this barrier magic.

One would have to be at least a 9-star knight in order to break the door open.

‘I heard the password from my second brother before my rebirth, though he was being sarcastic, saying that it would never be of use to me.’

The Storm Castle’s location: Mt.
Murakan’s summit.

The name ‘Murakan’ did not signify the mountain in the first place.
It was the name of the Black Dragon who once reigned over this region.

Murakan was defeated 1000 years ago by the first Runcandel patriarch, and went into a deep slumber after handing over the Storm Castle.

This story was the most popular legend of the Runcandel Clan, known to everyone around the world.

The first thing Jin saw when the door opened wasn’t a shelf with countless books, but a glass coffin.

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Inside the glass coffin was a human body.
It was Murakan who had transformed into a human before entering a deep slumber.

‘Nobody told me about this…’

Ba-dump, Ba-dump.

Having come across an unexpected sight, Jin’s body froze in surprise and unease.

He then slowly began approaching the glass coffin.