Swordmaster’s Youngest Son

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Vamel Alliance, Tikan Free State Palace

The Vamel Alliance and their temporary allies remained tense after Jin's safe return and Valeria's rescue, although her wounds continued to be a concern for Tikan.

There was no way to heal her wounds, even if Jin mobilized the abilities of all the healers, medical staff, and the Cat Tribe of their allies, as well as Holy King Lani, who was dedicated to treating Talaris.

“Whew.”

After leaving the medical room, Jin took a breath as if he were tired.

He was infusing mana into Valeria’s seal every day.

It required a magician of at least Octavia’s level to maintain Valeria’s complicated magic from the outside, so it was only possible for Jin in Tikan.

Even if Jin’s mana reached the 10-star level, the external injection of mana caused too much mental fatigue.

This meant Jin couldn't exert all his energy while keeping Valeria alive.

“Valeria Histor, I always felt she was a remarkable person. As far as I know, most magicians can't maintain any magic while unconscious. Not just magicians, humans can’t do anything while unconscious either.”

“Syris.”

Syris patted Jin on the shoulder.

“I'm sorry I can’t help with the power of the Hidden Palace.”

“Don't say that, I've always received grace from the Hidden Palace.”

It wasn't possible to replace Valeria’s magic with the seal of the Hidden Palace either.

The same applied even if Talaris, instead of Syris, were in a recovered state and tried to do it herself.

“Ha…”

Qwaul, who had been sitting in front of the hospital room all the time, sighed as soon as he saw Jin.

The ashtray beside him was filled with cigarette butts, and his face was so gaunt that he looked like a dying person.

Qwaul viewed Valeria as a genius inventor who would carry the future of the world along with him.

In a way, he even believed Valeria had greater talent than he did and was convinced that if Valeria died without recovering, the world’s development would regress hundreds of years.

Beyond this, Qwaul was the closest person to Valeria among her companions.

Over the past three years, Qwaul had formed the deepest bond with her.

“If it were possible, I would sacrifice my life to save her. How can this be so hopeless… even with the abilities of Holy King and Talaris Endorma?”

“It’s Endorma, not Kendorma! How can a supposed genius get a letter wrong every time? Are you just mocking me? Even in this situation?"

“It doesn’t matter if it’s Kendorma or Endorma now! Without Valeria, all the research we’ve done together and the future of the world is just darkness, darkness.”

“If you were incompetent, you would have died a hundred times, and ninety-nine of those times would have been by my hand.”

“Then just kill me and save her!”

While delaying the world’s progress by a few hundred years was daunting, Jin also felt a sense of hopelessness when considering they needed to prepare for the next battle with Rosa without Valeria.

Above all, the figure in the hospital room was Valeria, the person who saved his past self, who had been disabled.

“I'll find a way somehow, Dr. Qwaul.”

“The only way is to obtain Numerus’ Blood or Tears. Don’t these temporary allies have at least one of those? I don't know about the tears, but they might have the blood.”

Numerus’ Blood.

It was the legacy of the God of Hope that had saved Jin and Dante in the past.

At present, there was no other place to place their hopes.

‘The chaos mixed in the affected area is at a level that can be resolved with a purifier. As long as the seal is maintained as it is now, it won’t spread any further.’

However, the fatal wounds in the vital organs, including the heart, could only be treated with the power of a god.

“I also have that in mind. Let’s first wait for Kinzelo’s response.”

Kinzelo…

“Do you know when Demon King Orgal will wake up? Wouldn’t it be better to just talk to Zipple first?”

Due to the battle in Kaldran’s Snowfield, Orgal fell back into a state of sleep.

From the perspective of Kinzelo's members, it was like a nightmare, as Orgal occasionally coughed up blood while asleep.

“Kinzelo is much friendlier with us than Zipple. And since Rosa is not yet attacking outside of Huphester, there’s no urgent need for me to enter the battle. So let’s wait for Kinzelo first.”

If they couldn't get help from Kinzelo, they would have to seek assistance from Zipple, which was not ideal for several reasons.

First, Zipple had invested the most manpower in Kaldran’s Snowfield.

And everyone else present at the snowfield had escaped, except for Zipple.

As a result, Zipple lost about a hundred unfinished living golems and Octavia and Kadun were wounded again by the transcendent chaos beings, Padler Runcandel and others.

While it was true that Orgal had truly exhausted all his power, from Zipple’s perspective, it wasn’t a matter that could be easily understood and overlooked.

But they had stayed in Tikan and returned to Zipple without revealing this fact, following Hedo’s opinion.

In other words, Zipple didn’t know that Hedo and Sandra escaped with Jin.

“It’s frustrating. If we all worked together, someone might suffer losses, but Zipple simply gets angry.”

In fact, Zipple had yet to respond to the letter sent by Tikan and Kinzelo after the Kaldran’s Snowfield incident, showing signs of anger.

“Although the temporary alliance won’t break due to this incident, there will inevitably be some tension. Zipple may not have responded to communication with Tikan and Kinzelo because they’re angry, but they might also be in the process of organizing compensations or other demands.”

“If they ask for some inconvenient requests in exchange for Numerus’ legacy, what will you do?”

“It will depend on the specific request. Why do you ask such a stupid question? Are you so dumb that you can’t even remember the name?”

“It’s better to accept any request, even if they ask to return the space-time device. Valeria is more important.”

“Dr. Qwaul, let’s go there to smoke. You know how wise our lord is. He will definitely take everything he can from the temporary alliance, so let’s not worry. Come on, let’s go. Jet has brought the best cigarettes from Mila Mountain.”

Jet skillfully took Qwaul away, and Jin got lost in his thoughts.

Despite rescuing Valeria, he still couldn't think of a sharp solution.

“Young master, please take a rest. Your face doesn’t look good.”

“That’s right, milord. Zipple couldn’t make such unreasonable demands, right?”

Kashmir, Enya, and other companions approached and offered comforting words.

As soon as Jin stepped out into the front yard of Tikan Palace to clear his mind for a moment, a report came from the Seven-Colored Peacocks.

“Your Majesty, Jin-nim! Kinzelo’s first flying ship, Grenille, is approaching Tikan.”

Even from afar, Jin and his group could see the silhouette of Grenille.

“Grant them immediate entry and bring them here!”

“Yes!”

Jin and his companions naturally thought that executives like Bishkel and Berakt had come to visit to report on the leader’s situation and to discuss how to improve the relationship with Zipple in the future.

Surprisingly, Orgal descended directly along with Zephyrin, Bishkel, Margiella, Bouvard, and Ranke from Grenille.

Orgal’s nebulous body was weaker than before.

“Orgal, has your recovery finished?”

[Not really… cough, cough.]

“Master! Here’s some water.”

[Thank you… Zephyrin.]

Orgal was in a state where he could collapse again at any moment, much less recover. Zephyrin wiped the blood from him with an annoyed expression.

“That’s why I told you to just report by letter or summon Jin Runcandel to our side.”

[Cough, cough.]

“Ah, really…”

For a while, Orgal coughed like an old, sick human.

Once his coughing calmed down a bit, he exchanged some brief, formal greetings before getting to the point.

[I came here to answer your questions about Histor, Jin Runcandel.]

Jin’s eyes widened.

[I see your expression changes. This is quite interesting, cough, ahem. I would like to enjoy this a bit more, but I can’t.]

“If it’s enough for you to come in person, could it be that you brought Numerus’ Blood?”

“If we had it, would we give it to you?!”

“Yes, we’d never give it to you!”

Bouvard and Ainas shouted at the same time.

[First of all, Numerus’ Blood is useless. Without the tears, Histor can’t be saved with Numerus’ Blood.]

“How can you be so sure?”

[How many drops of that blood do you think I’ve used in my long existence?]

“Then why did you come all the way here to tell us this? And in your current condition?”

[Because I need to examine Histor myself in detail. I could have summoned you as Zephyrin did, but if you were absent when Zipple found Tikan, things would get complicated. It would seem like only you and we were meeting separately… so someone from Zipple will come soon.]

Orgal had already contacted Zipple before coming to Tikan to discuss the situation in Kaldran’s Snowfield.

[Looking at my condition, even Zipple would have to admit we didn’t do it on purpose. Rather, I think we should hurry and check on Histor before they arrive.]

Orgal wasn't in a situation to beat around the bush. Jin guided him to Valeria’s hospital room.

“What do you want to confirm about Histor?”

[The level of opening of the complete mana body. If Histor is in a well-opened state, there’s a way to save her without Numerus’ tears.]

Orgal placed his hand on Valeria’s seal for a few minutes and closed his eyes.

Soon, he nodded and reassured Jin.

[She has far exceeded my expectations. If this is the case (this time, Jin wiped the blood), it’s possible to treat her without any cost.]

“How?”

Orgal answered Jin’s question as follows.

[You can take Histor to Zipple’s holy place. If she spends some time there, this woman will fully recover.]

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