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Chapter 47
Those who reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship all possessed a unique domain of their own.
The “Sword Area.”
A space where they could fully unleash their martial prowess.
Even if a Sword Master tried to conceal it, most of them couldn’t erase the final traces of this domain.
And its origin point was their body—an unavoidable mark, no matter how much they attempted to hide it.
‘Thanks to that handshake, I identified it easily.’
The drunken, staggering one-eyed elf, Eldir, hardly looked impressive at first glance.
He wasn’t pretending to be drunk. He was genuinely intoxicated, stumbling as if he could barely keep himself upright.
There wasn’t a shred of composure in his demeanor.
If not for the handshake, it would’ve been nearly impossible for Kaylen—at his current level—to recognize him as a Sword Master.
But once they made physical contact, the truth became clear.
Eldir was a Sword Master.
Not someone who had lost his strength, but a true Sword Master, complete with an active Sword Area.
‘So, Sword Masters aren’t extinct after all.’
Sword Masters, long relegated to legend.
In modern times, while wizards had transitioned to the rank of “Meisters” and flourished with their compatibility with mana suits, knights had been left behind—stuck as Sword Experts and demoted to mere escorts for the wizards.
And yet, unexpectedly, here in the Fairy’s Tower, Kaylen had encountered a Sword Master—someone thought to be extinct.
“Agh, my lips are itching. I feel like spilling everything!”
“Brother, please, just shut up.”
“Eheheh. Hey, human. You know, doesn’t the Fairy’s Tower seem a little suspicious to you? Huh? I mean, they’re lending out mana suits without engraving marks? Heheh. There’s a hidden story behind all this, you know…”
“Ugh, for the love of—!”
Smack!
Eldir’s back was struck again, causing him to sway before letting out a drunken laugh.
At a glance, he looked like a lunatic.
If Kaylen hadn’t detected the power of a Sword Master, he would have questioned why someone like this was even here.
But now that he knew Eldir’s true identity, he couldn’t dismiss the elf’s words so easily.
“That ‘hidden story’ you mentioned… I’m curious to hear it,” Kaylen said.
“Whoooa~ really? You wanna know?”
“And that drink of yours looks quite intriguing.”
“Hah! Finally, someone who gets it! This, my friend, is none other than Eldir’s Special Brew. A masterpiece I created to cope with the pain of heartbreak… You see, it requires something rare to make—like mermaid tears, you know, and—”
“Enough!”
Eldir’s rambling was abruptly interrupted as Irene hurriedly pulled him away.
“Ahaha! My brother is very drunk and tends to say all sorts of nonsense when he’s like this. Please, Lord Kaylen, pay him no mind.”
“Hey, Irene! Why are you stopping me? Huh? Are you ashamed of me?”
“…Lord Kaylen.” Irene turned to him with an expression that, for once, was devoid of her usual pretense. “Please, I beg of you. Don’t entertain my brother any longer. Just head to the Hall of Glory and leave us here quietly. I’m asking you sincerely.”
Behind her, Eldir raised his bottle, heckling, while Irene’s face was etched with genuine desperation.
For the first time, Kaylen saw a glimpse of true emotion behind her typically artificial demeanor.
From her expression, Kaylen could feel Irene’s deep embarrassment.
If that was an act, then elves truly were the gods of deception.
“…Understood,” he said at last.
But did she truly not know her brother was a Sword Master?
The question lingered in his mind, yet he decided to spare Irene further humiliation for now.
After all, the reason he’d come this far was to examine an A-rank Mana Suit in person.
He was curious about why they lent out mana suits without engraving marks, but…
For now, he resolved to focus on seeing the A-rank Mana Suit itself.
The Hall of Glory
Located at the center of the Fairy’s Tower, the Hall of Glory was already bustling with elves.
Most of them were female.
Eldir’s lips curled into a sly grin as he surveyed the room.
“Well, well. Looks like we’re in a field of flowers.”
“Brother, please… shut your mouth,” Irene hissed.
“Heh, you don’t belong here, Irene. You’re a withered flower—reek of decay, you do.”
“Ugh, honestly!”
Smack! Smack!
Ignoring the sound of Irene’s fierce slaps against her brother’s back, Kaylen took in the surroundings of the Hall.
At the center stood a grand tree on an elevated platform. Beneath it, clusters of female elves gathered, whispering and stealing glances at him.
Every time their gazes met his, they either sighed in admiration or struck coy, exaggerated poses.
‘…Feels like I’ve become an emperor,’ Kaylen thought.
He was reminded of scenes of imperial concubines competing for the favor of their ruler.
No matter how much elves claimed to prioritize their race, it was astonishing to see them act like this.
It truly seemed like an era where living long enough could show you anything.
“You’ve done well bringing him here, Irene,” a voice called out.
Standing before the grand tree was an elderly elf with a long, flowing white beard.
Irene stepped forward and bowed deeply.
“Yes, Elder Alvron. I have brought the one who showed potential—the Master of Water.”
“Hmm… well done. Now that the three leaders are gathered here, the initiation ceremony for the Fairy’s Tower can proceed at once.”
Three leaders?
Kaylen glanced around but saw only Irene, Eldir, and Elder Alvron at the tree.
As he wondered about the meaning of the Elder’s words, Eldir staggered forward drunkenly.
“Elder, am I one of the three as well?”
“Of course, Eldir. You are a proud member of the Seven Leaders, after all.”
“Hehe… Well, what an honor,” Eldir chuckled.
The Seven Leaders?
It made sense, given that Eldir was a Sword Master. His status earned him a place among them.
But seeing him drunkenly stumble, it was hard to reconcile that image with someone bearing such a title.
Irene, Eldir, and Elder Alvron stood side by side in front of the tree.
“I, Alvron, approve the initiation of Kaylen Starn.”
“I, Irene, approve the initiation of Kaylen Starn.”
“Heh… I, Eldir, approve the initiation of Kaylen Starn.”
Flash! Flash!
With all three approvals, the massive tree glowed green and pulsed with light several times before returning to its original state.
Elder Alvron turned to Kaylen and spoke.
“Kaylen Starn, great Master of Water. The initiation is complete.”
“…That’s all there is to it?” Kaylen asked, still skeptical.
He’d heard there was no engraving ceremony, but this felt almost anticlimactic.
The initiation ceremony ended with just a few flashes of light from the tree.
For an event that gathered so many elves, it felt rather trivial.
“Of course, if you wish, we can hold a celebratory banquet. All the elves present would join in to congratulate you,” Elder Alvron offered, looking around.
The female elves beneath the platform sparkled with eager eyes as they gazed at Kaylen.
If all these elves were to attend… it meant a banquet full of these women.
It seemed the initiation ceremony was merely the appetizer, with this being the main course.
“Well, well. Everyone’s all dressed up, huh? That Mary over there didn’t even wash her hair…” Eldir muttered.
“Brother, please… shut your mouth, I’m begging you.”
Irene, determined to prevent her brother from ruining the moment, clamped a hand over his mouth.
Elder Alvron glanced at Eldir briefly before turning back to Kaylen.
“What do you say? Shall we proceed with the banquet?”
Each of these elves would be considered stunning beauties in the human world.
A banquet with them might be enjoyable for any man.
But Kaylen had already had enough of that kind of life in his previous one.
Besides, there was something intense, even dangerous, in the elves’ burning gazes.
“A banquet is unnecessary.”
“Hmm… Is that so? You’re not like most humans.”
“I don’t like wasting time. Instead, I’d like to see the Mana Suit right away.”
“Very well… Then Eldir will guide you. He’s in charge of that task.”
Elder Alvron’s gaze fell on Eldir, but Irene interjected.
“Elder! Even though my brother is one of the Seven Leaders… his recent behavior has been far from fitting of such a position. Can he truly handle guiding such a promising Meister as Kaylen? I’m very concerned he’ll fail in his duties.”
“Gulp… Kaylen, you see, this place is like that. Younger sisters badmouthing their brothers. Elves aren’t what they used to be,” Eldir grumbled mid-drink.
“Look at him! Drinking even here, in the Hall of Glory! He’s insulting our Tower!” Irene exclaimed.
As the siblings’ argument began to escalate, Elder Alvron intervened.
“Irene, I understand your concern… but this is the will of the oracle.”
“…The oracle?”
“Yes. The oracle declared that Eldir must be the one to guide him this time. We must honor its will.”
The mention of the oracle sharply deflated Irene’s fervor.
Among the elves, it seemed the oracle carried significant weight.
“Heh. Then I’ll be the guide from now on, Irene,” Eldir said, staggering toward Kaylen and linking arms with him.
“But before that… how about a banquet, my friend?”
“No banquets. Let’s just go.”
“Aw, come on. Look, that one over there—Mary, isn’t she pretty? Slim, but curvy in all the right places. Just your human type.”
“She doesn’t catch my eye.”
“Oh-ho. High standards, huh? Alright, then… how about Bella? Mary does look a bit fierce, but Bella’s got that sweet, innocent vibe, doesn’t she?”
“Innocent-looking ones often hide volcanoes inside.”
“Heh. As long as you don’t set it off, it’s fine.”
“If I could control when it erupts, it wouldn’t be a volcano, would it? Volcanoes erupt on their own.”
“Ha… How’d you figure that lady had such a nasty temper?”
Among the elves Eldir was trying to connect Kaylen with, each seemed to have quite the personality.
From Kaylen’s experience with countless women in his past life, none of them appeared simple to deal with.
“Enough with the nonsense. Please lead the way.”
“Alright, alright. Was thinking of grabbing a drink at the banquet, but… guess you’re no fun.”
“Then entertain yourself while you guide me.”
“How, exactly?”
“Didn’t you say earlier your mouth was itching to talk?”
“Ah-ha.”
Eldir perked up his one remaining ear, clearly amused by the suggestion.
“Brother! Watch your words!” Irene scolded.
“Hey, this guy’s part of our Fairy Tower now. Why should I watch what I say?”
“Ugh… At least try to keep it respectful! It wasn’t easy bringing him here.”
“Of course. He’s one of us now. Don’t worry.”
Step, step.
Eldir walked through the Hall of Glory and exited the space. Kaylen and Irene followed closely behind.
“Why are you tagging along, Irene? Ignoring the oracle, are you?”
“The oracle said you should guide him, not that you should guide him alone. There’s no rule saying I can’t come along, is there?”
“Heh, what kind of wordplay is that? You’re worse than me, ignoring the oracle like that.”
Eldir chuckled and kept moving, staggering slightly as he went.
They passed through the Hall of Glory, heading deeper into the Fairy Tower. Even from its innermost point, Eldir led them further downward, into the subterranean depths.
“So, human friend, how much do you know about Mana Suits?”
“This man faced off against an S-Rank Mana Suit, Glacia,” Irene interjected.
“As for Mana Suits… I still have much to learn.”
Step, step.
“Well, if you went up against an S-Rank Mana Suit, you’ve got a pretty good idea already. There are only four S-Rank Mana Suits in existence—one for each elemental attribute.”
“Yes, that’s what I’ve been taught.”
S-Rank Mana Suits.
Said to choose their own masters, these rare artifacts existed as one per elemental affinity.
“S-Rank Mana Suits… are something else. They’ve got a ton of restrictions, but their performance is unmatched. Sure, Mana Suits range from A, B, C, D, all the way to F, but S-Rank is on a completely different level. S-Rank operates in a league of its own, like it’s playing in the heavens.”
“That seems to be the case.”
“And because of that, every Magic Tower has its aspirations. Minor Towers aim to create A-Rank suits, while the major ones dream of crafting S-Rank Mana Suits. Our Fairy Tower is no exception.”
Whiiiiir.
Deep within the underground chamber, a faint blue glow illuminated the darkness.
Five pieces of equipment hovered in midair, bathed in streams of blue light.
- Helmet
- Chestplate
- Gauntlets
- Boots
- Staff
Each piece emanated immense water mana, surging within the luminous beams.
“That’s…”
“The Guardian—an A-Rank Mana Suit crafted by the Fairy Tower.”
Eldir, who hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol on the descent, finally took a swig before speaking again.
“This is the Mana Suit you’ll be borrowing… and the one that will rob you of your future.”
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HELHEIM SCANS
[Translator - Kiteretsu]
[Proofreader - Kyros]
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