Published at 4th of February 2022 12:04:23 PM

House of Vanessa, south of Shucheron.

A long time ago, it was the same rural village that was burned down by the invasion of the Hwayong.

The land, which could not be used as a wreath, had long been completely abandoned in the kingdom of Shucheron, and only Vanessa's house stood in the middle of the vast land.

"It's been a long time since you've surprised this man, Gaju. You haven't even sent me a letter a while ago, and this time you'll come to see me in person."

Vanessa opened the old wooden door and said,

It was because the poet sat in the middle of the narrow room. Vanessa shrugged and sat in front of him.

"I'll only do what you surprised me at once."

There was a freshly boiled teapot on the table. Srrrr... ...Siron tilted the teapot to fill Vanessa's glass.

"Kahn must be having a hard time. I can see that it must have been boiled and disappeared quietly. Why don't you make tea by yourself?"

"I'll consider it."

"Well, he's a good cook."

Hororok, the two men savored the tea scent for a moment.

"It's like a normal father who wants to brag about his children."

Nearly half a hundred years have passed since he became the knight of Zion, but Vanessa saw it for the first time.

"Yes, what about the youngest one?"

"I liked your first impression. I thought there were many of my colleagues who could use it."

"I didn't ask you that."

Can you match me, that's what I was asking. Vanessa knew it, but deliberately turned the answer.

"Hoo-hoo, longitude seems to be getting old. I can't believe you're so impatient.

"That's what it looks like that's what it looks like.

"Gin Looncandel, the child was enough. I'm sure we'll be able to make a little bit of progress.

Finely, the corners of his mouth went up.

"So I handed over the map."

"I didn't expect you to hand it over.

"Have you increased your hearing? I'm sure you knew this was going to happen."

Instead of answering, Zion burst into laughter.

"If you had any lingering feelings for Luna, he wouldn't have been guided."

Then a bitter smile spread around Vanessa's mouth.

The map given to Jean was originally made for Luna.

As soon as he happened to find the demon, Siron was saving it for Luna one day.

"There was a time when not only the police, but also all the black knights, including myself, had high hopes for him. If he cared a little more, he wouldn't have given up. By now you'd have captured everything in Looncandel. We could've been focusing on our work."

"Genga, Vanessa, who wants to rebuke me."

"No, I'd like to criticize me and my colleagues. In those days, among the countless missions of black knights, the only thing that ended in failure was the failure to keep Luna in check."

"How can it be your fault? It's my fault and Rosa's fault."

"So, Jean doesn't become like Luna. I'd like to take a look at the back. Joshua, he's got to be in trouble. They seem to be keeping a close eye on Jean and preparing for this and that."

The argument shook its head.

"If he needed a Bosalpim, he didn't even care in the first place. Don't give me direct help, just keep an eye on it, because if you can't even settle down, you can't dream of fighting with your enemies.

"......what if you become like Luna again? Do you think it's possible for Jean to take over Joshua's power when she comes back to her family? No, I don't know if I'll be able to get back safely."

"Isn't that why you gave me the map?"

Vanessa burst into a giggle, brooding over what Zion had just said.

He laughed because he said not to give "direct" help.

"I understand the meaning. Since you're here, why don't you have a drink? As it happens, Tuben is staying nearby, so I'll get in touch."

"Tuben, it's been years since I've seen him.

* * *

Jean and her colleagues were sitting in the conference room, unfolding a map given by Vanessa.

"......it was possible to map the Black Sea. I've heard that mana is pouring out like water, and most parts of the country are poisonous, and you've never tried it anywhere."

As Kashmir said, producing maps of the Black Sea has never been attempted by any country or organization. A job known to be a task that even a jipple can't even think of.

At least three people believed so. So colleagues had no choice but to speak out at the map in front of them. Everyone thought it was impossible, but Looncandel had already mapped it out.

It was possible to travel around the Black Sea without a map. From the beginning of the Black Sea to the central region, there is something called a "road," which was naturally formed by the introduction of the Black Sea.

Therefore, anyone could reach the central part of the Black Sea if they could only fight the constant stream of mana.

"It must be a map of the blood, sweat and years of the Black Knights of the War. Also, it is highly likely that it was produced in secret within the family, Master. At least as far as I know, the current generation of guardian knights has never been on a mission in the Black Sea."

"That's right, Gilly. He says it's a mission he only knows about his father, his countrymen, his mother and some circle. It's information that's not even allowed by the riders.

"Well, was that why the little boy's father was always in the Black Sea? Besides, it's the devil Heluram used to raise.

Helluram.

She was a sorcerer who was the lover of Orgal, the king of the beast, and among the wizards she was called the "Dark Lineage Magic Mother," or the "Witch."

Dark magic was now lost and banned, but descriptions of the magic she used were not difficult to find in the history books of history.

Historians, on the other hand, named Helluram "a catastrophe." It was because all the history books describing her in the world were dotted with records of destruction and massacre.

When she showed up, a great tragedy happened to the world.

Starting with the devastation of the West by an unidentified plague and "Gwanginbyeong" a thousand and five hundred years ago, the Monsagangrims a thousand and two hundred years ago, the North continent's massive explosion a thousand years ago, and the stillbirths seven hundred years ago.

There were more than one or two disasters that were supposed to have been caused by Heluram. Many questioned whether it was a disaster that humans could deliberately cause.

Five hundred years ago, after seeing Heluram summoning the kings in front of everyone's eyes during the Battle of Seongguk, such controversy did not even arise.

Instead, there was a new controversy in the academic world. It was a debate about whether Heluram was one person or many sorcerers using the same name.

Naturally, most scholars argued for the latter. It's only natural that her estimated years of activity are well over 1,500 years.

"Isn't he going to get retaliated by her after he touched her for nothing? It's a little uncomfortable.

When Quikantel said so, all his colleagues except Murakhan opened their eyes wide. The first reason I've never imagined a story like "I'm afraid of retaliation" was because Quikantel said it.

The second reason was that Heluram spoke as if he were an individual.

"Does the witch Heluram mean an individual, not a group?"

Quikantel nodded at Enya's question.

"Yes, it's one. She's half a horse, she looks almost like a human being, but she has the same lifespan as a horse."

Jean knew it. Valeria, the teacher of her previous life, had met Heluram, and told Jin some of the facts she had learned at that time.

"In addition, her existence itself is a curse. He's the only one who's loved by all kinds of drinking and treason, and even the gods don't look for a contractor when Heluram is awake. The dragons praised him when he was with her, enduring all the curses of Helluram."

"Oh, my God, so all the apocalypse I saw in the textbook that was supposed to be caused by Heluram was true?

Nya, surprised by Quikantel's further explanation, covered her mouth.

"Oh, it's true, big fan. The dragons know it. Hm, devil. Helluram used to raise a horse.... Quikantel, do you have anything in mind?"

"You're not gonna send a gin there? He could be involved with Helluram."

"Khaha, I'm immune to curses, so I don't care if I get involved with her. And according to a human being, whether it's the fear of the Ante Mountains, the mana is managed by Looncandel. And yet, if you don't look for it, you look dead."

"It's been over three hundred years, but it's probably not dead."

Quikantel kept drying Murakan as if he was worried.

Naturally, Jean was of the same opinion as Murakan. The map Vanessa mentioned herself as "another test and award" cannot be left alone because it is uncomfortable.

"This is what my father gave me. I don't know what you're going to take from me if you refuse."

"I think you're right. You can't neglect or refuse what you've given us."

As Kashmir, Alisa and Jet nodded, Quikantel could not stop them anymore.

"Then there's nothing we can do. Instead, I and Murakan accompany me to the place where the devil is. I told you I can't go in because of the poison, so I'll feel a little relieved if you take care of me there.

"Let's take the rice, too, Quikantel. You need someone to take care of your meal."

"......I was still a prince before, folks."

"Can't you cook well?"

"I can't."

"Then I'll take Jet instead of you.

"This Jet is another dish!"

"You take those weak bones in the Black Sea? No. Just take Kashmir. No, is Latri better? You're a good cook."

"I'm too busy at the refreshments store these days, and without me, Yuria is in danger......but I can make you plenty of cookies."

Bang!

Suddenly Kashmir hit the table in the palm of his hand.

"Oh, I'm surprised. Are you crazy?"

"I'm a warrior and a seven-color man in the world called the Ear Sword! Pride won't allow you to go on chores or trips to help!"

"Honey, just go quietly. Ratri is a dragon, but he also runs a refreshment store.

"You're gonna do this to yourself? I'm Kashmir. It's the Kasmir alpion."

Well, I don't mind if I just prepare the meal. So don't get all worked up..

When Jean was about to say so, Murakan shook his head as if he had no choice.

"Then we can take Mimul and Jet together. "Jet takes care of the meal, he takes charge of all sorts of chores, and the rice is mashed."

"That's the kind of condition that makes sense."

At that point, Jean forgot what to say.

Jean, Murakan, Quikantel, Kashmir, Jet. So the five men who were leaving for the Black Sea were chosen.

Somehow Jean felt sorry for Kashmir, but he looked too pleased to comfort her.