MBLIAH 37

It is definitely the Serpens family.

You might think killing the princess would be pointless, but Ishel was a psychological support for the two Lycan brothers.

They must have been convinced that if the princess died, the Lycan family would surely collapse.

‘…And that conviction is correct.’

Aline and Alek might die of thirst if they lost their beloved sister.

Before discovering Ishel on the Nectrex Mountain, just how fiercely did his heart race?

If his temperament had been cold as ice, rather than hot like Alek’s, he wouldn’t have even been able to interrogate Count Kelves and would have just killed him outright.

Fortunately, in the end, he was well-tortured and got the answers.

His sister, however, would never know even a fragment of his cruelty.

He thought it was a blessing.

“…I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s just how the Serpens family is. When things go wrong, they cut the tail off perfectly.”

Just like.

Zeroth.

Fahrenheit was an alumnus of Zeroth and the Academy.

He knew very well how sinister and insidious Zeroth’s personality was.

And how incompetent he was.

Fahrenheit did not trust the achievements Zeroth claimed to have made.

And after hearing Ishel’s words, he was convinced.

“Brother, I heard everything. The achievements that Crown Prince Zeroth built for the Empire are all his doing.”

Zeroth is a false crown prince.

He’s not someone worth serving.

Lycan was a lifelong loyal wolf for the Empire and its people.

He took pride in his loyalty and patriotism, and was prepared to sacrifice his life for the eternal glory of the Empire.

But now, a fake emperor sits on the throne?

That was beyond what the noble silver wolf could tolerate.

“…Who do you dare to deceive?”

Murmuring softly, Faren raised his head.

“Wikle. Finish the investigation as soon as possible.”

“…Duke, if what the princess said is true, what do you plan to do?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Lycan disliked arrogance.

But if someone was capable yet arrogant, he didn’t think badly of him.

“I’ll bring Zeroth out and support a new emperor.”

“Is that the man named Kaharz Yeong-sik?”

“He might be the heir to the throne.”

“That will be difficult. It could even lead to the downfall of the family.”

Sometimes, families that pick the wrong side are eradicated. But Faren rested his chin and looked steadily at Wikle. Then he declared:

“Wikle, have I ever made the wrong choice?”

Wikle quickly bowed his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“Of course, we don’t have to risk our lives in a power struggle for the throne. Whoever becomes emperor, as long as Lycan protects the people of the Empire, that’s enough.”

However, Ershelia seemed to disagree.

Perhaps for some desperate reason, she seemed to insist that her beloved sister should support him.

Of course, no one would involve the family in a fight over succession based on her whim. But Fahrenheit was a thorough fool for his little sister, who was one of those few people.

If he refused her request and she spent her life resenting him, he might not be able to endure it.

Moreover, as far as he knew, Ishel was not a child who spouted nonsense. So Fahrenheit decided to dip his toes into the matter this time.

“…This could be interesting.”

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Many days passed after visiting the Marquis’s residence.

That day, things felt a bit strange, but after some time, he returned to his usual mischievous Kaharz Yeong-sik.

‘Yeah, maybe I just wasn’t ready back then.’

He decided to dismiss it that way.

‘It’s not even my business anyway…’

“Focus.”

“Oh, ah! Yes.”

We were still practicing humanization.

Now, instead of dealing with pheromones in Woof-Woof’s form, we were handling them in human form.

“…Phew.”

“How’s it going?”

After a few hours, I, exhausted and slumped, was asked.

“Well… I can feel the pheromones well, but I still don’t quite know how to move with them.”

“If you can just feel them, that’s half the battle.”

“Really?”

That should be enough.

“Miss!”

At that moment, Anna’s voice was heard from outside.

“Message just came that Ban’s weapon repair is complete.”

Our eyes met instantly.

We immediately headed to Lycan’s blacksmith workshop.

Every step toward the workshop was accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, the intense heat, and the smell of burning iron.

“Gahoon!”

Suddenly, a popping sound stopped, and the door of the small house next to the workshop creaked open.

The woman who emerged had dark brown hair that reached her waist, nearly black eyes like ink, and exposed shoulders and arms that were muscular and rugged.

She was Gahoon, the blacksmith of the Lycan and a boar beastkin.

“Miss, have you arrived?”

“Yeah, I’ve been well?”

“Yes. But…”

Her eyes blatantly and somewhat rudely looked me over from head to toe.

“I heard you transformed into a beastkin…?”

“Oh, today I was practicing humanization, so I only briefly changed. I don’t know when I’ll return to being a beastkin again.”

Gahoon looked disappointed.

She probably wanted to see the pure white Woof-Woof, but I decided to pretend I didn’t notice.

I didn’t want to be in beastkin form in this sweltering heat.

“Where is the weapon?”

“Oh, please come in. It’s not something I can move.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s very heavy.”

Finishing her words, she shot a glance at Ban.

She seemed to have a lot to say, but Gahoon kept silent and let the two of us into the workshop.

Ban’s blacksmithing hammer was perfectly repaired.

Ban lifted the hammer and twirled it in the sunlight.

“Thanks for fixing my weapon. As expected, it’s Lycan.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t the blade that broke.”

“Shall I try swinging it now?”

“Um.”

Gahoon’s hesitant mouth finally opened.

“By common sense, isn’t Unwol-do a sword used by the Titan races? Are you perhaps a Sword Master?”

In that instant, Ban’s jaw clenched.

“What? Gahoon, what are you talking about?”

“I used to learn blacksmithing among the Titans before. Unwol-do is generally a sword wielded by the Titans. But this one is the heaviest among those swords.”

“So?”

“In other words, only a Sword Master who has surpassed human limits can wield it.”

He was rendered speechless for a moment. The original story never explicitly stated this, but the author had occasionally dropped hints.

Ban was said to have exceeded human limits, or that uncontrolled aura would surge whenever he swung his sword. I thought it would eventually be revealed.

But I never imagined it would be uncovered because of the blacksmithing hammer.

“Moreover… isn’t this actually a blacksmithing hammer?”

The boar beastkin’s aggressive eyes didn’t waver.

“This is definitely a sword once wielded by the Titan chieftain. If so, then Zeroth, Crown Prince Zeroth’s sword…”

“Gahoon!”

This could become a big problem. I quickly cut her off.

“Stop saying things that are inappropriate. This is definitely Ban’s. And as for being a Sword Master, if Ban truly is one, the world would be talking about it. Right, Ban?”

“…Yeah, you’re mistaken.”

“No way, I am the blacksmith of the Lycan! There’s no way I could be wrong—”

“No, you are mistaken.”

Gahoon was a boar beastkin. Impatient, aggressive, and fierce in nature. When her claim was dismissed, she started to fuss.

“Are you saying I’m lying? I’ve handled swords all my life.”

“Unless it’s me.”

Ban’s words were as solid as bricks.

“No, smith.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gahoon’s face turned pale. She looked like she’d seen a ghost. I was about to ask if she was okay, but she hurriedly withdrew her statement.

“…Maybe I was mistaken after all.”

What? She changed her story so quickly?

“Gahoon? What’s wrong?”

“Yes, I think I was mistaken. It seems you’re not a Sword Master after all.”

I tilted my head. I wondered if Ban had done something, but I didn’t feel anything suspicious.

But before I could even doubt the oddity, Ban looked at the training ground right next to the workshop and spoke.

“I think I’m almost fully recovered. Can I loosen up a bit?”

“Huh? You’re a patient.”

“Just a little.”

“Hmm…”

I reluctantly nodded, pretending to be convinced.

“Gahoon, we’re leaving now.”

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Gahoon watched the two walk away, wiping her cold sweat.

“Goodness.”

I never thought there would be such a violent level of pheromones.

She possessed powerful pheromones herself, almost like a beast, but she couldn’t even be a match.

And what was even more chilling was that when that man emitted pheromones, the princess didn’t even notice.

‘He’s definitely a Sword Master.’

Should I tell the princess?

Honestly, I was too afraid of that man to do so.

But I also couldn’t let my dear little Lycan’s master be in danger.

Gahoon hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell the princess the truth.

At that moment—

She saw the face of the man with a smile sweeter than cotton candy, chocolate, or candy.

“…Wow.”

Just moments ago, his eyes, once as red as blood and creepy, now felt almost sweet—shockingly so.

But what was clear was that a man who showed such a gaze would never do anything dangerous to the princess.

That instinctive certainty made Gahoon keep her mouth shut.

“No need for warnings,”

She murmured softly and quietly entered the workshop.

Moreover, if that man truly was a Sword Master, the fact that he remained hidden was probably a personal matter.

Most swordsmen are eager to showcase their skills.

‘I just wonder why he has a Titan sword with him…’

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