Published at 4th of February 2022 11:58:44 AM

Smarion Prochi.

Jean didn't know much about him. However, as everyone knows, he is a near mutant, as anyone who has any interest in the history of the warrior knows.

Smarion was born into an ordinary peasant family.

But from childhood, he was good at harming humans as if there was a god of murder, and the first thing he killed was my parents.

Soon after, a mythical figure who destroyed the "Seigalga," which ruled the ghosthood for hundreds of years, and put the flag of Prochi in the nebula.

That was Smarion, who was the father of Rata and Pei.

'Smarion was dead by the time Rata entered his boyhood.'

I couldn't readily understand that the owner of this ear was Smarion.

"......what does that mean?"

"My father was born a demon. He killed my parents himself, and he tried to kill me and Pei countless times.

However, it was for "education" that Smarion was trying to kill the Prochi brothers, as was the case with other assassins' families and the harsh atmosphere of the shaman.

I don't want to admit it, but Rata and Faye didn't not know that they had become strong. That's to say, Smarion has always been insanity with some consequence in mind.

"But before the elders who were close to me died as a material for this seal, they said, at some point, something like a line has disappeared. You've become a madman."

Rata added, continuing to explain.

According to the elders of the time, it was when Rata reached the age of ten that Smarion began to "smell."

Smarion was originally famous for being a mad killer, but unlike the former ghost commander, he was famous for saving his men dearly.

Thus the demons showed infinite loyalty to him, and he also gave them trust.

After the "change" began, actions gradually changed.

"He said he used all sorts of bizarre ways to torture and kill the crew and their families.

"I've never heard such a bad rumor about a former ghost commander."

"For the dead elders have completely prevented the record or story of the time from being known to the outside world. He wasn't even vicious towards his subordinates. He says he's been horribly self-inflicted.

"If the former ghost commander had really shown such anomalies, it wouldn't have ended just to the extent of the backlash."

"There have been several rebellions. Every time I was crushed by the overwhelming force of my father. You probably don't even know my father had a fight with Siron."

"My father and the head of the National Preceptor...?

Jean did not know that there was such a secret between Kandel and the Ghost Leg.

In fact, the records were not stored in documents in the Necropolis, and Looncandel remained a top secret that only a housekeeper could identify.

"I didn't see it myself. It was before I was born. However, the fight continued until the whole day, and in the end, Sir Siron was responsible for the victory, but somehow my father did not take his own throat.More."

Poetry won't take the loser's throat.

Jin could not easily imagine such a scene, but in those days he thought he could do it because he was young.

"After that, Sir Siron often came to visit this castle. You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you

"......really?"

"I don't know about the fight that lasted a whole day, but Sir Ciron and Faye and I have seen our father drink several times."

Si-ron talks with someone, taking a glass of wine.

He was also hard to draw for Jin.

"At that time, the crazy man became a very kind father. I laughed a lot with my brother and sister sitting on their knees.

"It must be a good memory for you."

"Now that I think about it, I think my father wanted to look good to Sir Siron."

"Do you remember what kind of conversations you two usually had?"

What was there between my father, Siron Looncandel, and Smyrion Proch? An intense curiosity arose as a terrible ear pierced the whole body.

"I was too young, so I remember very little. Only."

Rata looked at the red seal and said the backstabbing.

"There's a scene that I remember clearly. I was sitting next to him with Faye in my arms, eating snacks for the first time in a while, and Sir Siron watched us for a moment and asked my father this question.

Smearon. These days, is that all right?

"That..."?"

"And my father replied to that's what he said."

You can't be all right, Siron. You know, I don't have much time left.

"When my father finally became a complete monster like that, so the elders who cared for me became the material of the seal. My father was madly resentful. But somehow it reminded me of that scene. We don't have much time left, the father who was saying that."

A sense of deja vu shot up at the point.

On the day he returned from Laparosa and became a jockey, Jean had heard the same thing from Ciron.

'We don't have much time. What the hell does that mean...?'

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to the words.

To be exact, instead of thinking about why there was not much time left for Siron, he placed more importance on the meaning of the words.

He focused on the conclusion that he should be a lyricist before the time of the debate runs out.

Smearon. These days, is that all right?

That.

Suddenly, I thought that it was the link between Zion and Siron.

'Smarion became a monster because of something he described as it, and if he had the same problem...?'

That may be why Zion often interacted with Ciron.

That's where the thought went, and one scary and terrible assumption came to mind.

'Daddy can be... ...a monster. Like the Smarion Proch, beyond this seal."

More and more such assumptions could not be dismissed because of what Smarion said, "You know." That's usually only when you know your opponent is also going through it.

The heart was beating two ways, and the blood was getting faster.

"Sir Rata, have you never heard what your father said?"

"I'm afraid not. I've asked the dead elders a few times, but they don't know. Only Lord Xiron would know."

Black Sea.

There's something to do with the dark ground.

I was convinced of that. It must be deeply related to why the theory is so obsessed with the Black Sea.

"The reason why my father is obsessed with the Black Sea, and something I find there, can only be heard when Luna's sister returns.'

And the monster beyond this red seal could be something of a clue. Of course, it's the biggest weakness of ghosthood before the possibility of being a clue.

Jin arranged his thoughts and made eye contact with Rata.

"I can't open it to my father right now, so we need to find out what it is.

"Yes, Lord."

"But more urgent than that, the elders who fled. They don't just have information about this seal, but they know that you and I are blood allies."

Jin, for the time being, did not want to publicize to the world that the ghosthood had become his force.

It's not too bad to know, but it was because I wanted to grow a little more and then reveal how much "the power of Jean Luncandel" was.

In particular, the ghost band needed to keep a window open for interacting with outside forces, pretending to be neutral.

"Yes."

"The problem is bigger than expected. It's highly likely he's already surrendered, but...... let's hope you haven't done it yet. Zipple, Kinselo, imperial family, or even Looncandel. There's no answer if one of them breaks the seal and comes into the Necropolis."

"You have no face, Lord."

"I'll go back right away and scatter people. Please hand over the map showing the expected route of escape and the mode information about the traitors."

"Okay."

"And Lord Rata."

"Speak, Lord."

Jean smiled back and said,

"I look forward to working with you."

"Just me."

* * *

Meanwhile, while Qin was sworn loyalty to Rata and the Ghosts in the Necropolis.

The elders of Looncandel were holding another somber meeting. The fire broke out, and such an adage really suited him.

"I didn't know the acting governor would come out like that."

"You can't do this. How much blood have we seen for acting Cage?"

"Huh, proving the significance and value of the senate......what more do we have to do!"

Beep!

The door opened as the elders spoke out in frustration.

"You're here, sir!"

"Old Master!"

"Old man, you heard what happened....

The new figure was the elder, Jorden Looncandel. The elders were waiting for him to arrive.

It was because there was a belief that Jordan would somehow overcome the situation.

Had it not been for a series of recent events centered on Qin.

Jorden must have been very pleased with these old ghosts who had been waiting for him like a baby bird. I've never been able to make a proper judgment because of their sweet need for acknowledgement.

But not anymore.

"You pathetic bastards....'

Anger and nausea rushed to the scene of welcoming him.

When will it start?

Since when have the sharpest swords in Looncandel come to this......I felt as if all the bones in my heart were broken by the question and remorse of the samurai.

I wish I could cut off all these rotten quirks right now.

Gorden had not forgotten that they were the biggest support base left for him. And the fact that he, if not as much as they were, was at some point immersed in inertia.

'Me too, you guys. We must reform and become an axis of Looncandel again!'

Otherwise, not only are they crowned the throne, but they are also uncertain about surviving in the Sword Garden.

"I can't help but be disappointed with you and myself.

"Mr. Elder..."

Jorden looked at the elders, changing his gaze.

"I think the time has come to restore lost wildness and spirits. At this rate, we shall perish. As of today, the senate will never have a safe fight, so let those who are afraid leave in advance."