I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord

Two months ago.

Meanwhile, Qasim and Peng had been stranded in a cave in the cliffs during the Zando demolition, and they had a very strange meeting.

Upon illuminating the darkened cave, Qasim and Peng's eyes fell upon a mummy.

A body that had lost all its moisture and had dried up.

Sunken eyes.

Skin that had lost all of its blood and turned gray.

The mummy was propped up in a reclining position, resting quietly, with four swords sheathed around it.

"W-What!"

"Gwikk?!"

"…Finally, fate has brought us together."

A harsh, dry voice came out of the mummy's mouth.

"Heok!"

"Guic?!"

Qasim and Peng were so startled that they stumbled backwards, gearing up for battle.

But the mummy was not evil, and it had no intention of fighting.

"The one with whom I am fated."

The mummy looked at Qasim and said softly.

"I have been waiting for you… for a long time."

"What?"

Qasim blinked, wondering what this meant.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I have been searching for a disciple to inherit my swordsmanship for a lifetime, but I have not found one. Then, I met a prophet."

"A prophet…?"

"He said that if I wait here on the cliff, someday, someone will come to inherit my swordsmanship."

"Huh?"

Qasim couldn't understand what this was all about.

To believe only in the prophet's words and wait for a disciple in a cave deep within this cliff…

"I waited a hundred years. Delaying until death."

"My God!"

"But I knew you were my disciple, the one the Prophet spoke of, otherwise you would not have found your way to this remote cliffside cave. The prophecy has come true."

Qasim was dumbfounded, but he could not deny it.

Believing only in the prophet's words and waiting here for a hundred years for someone to become their disciple, it would be nothing short of a miracle if someone actually showed up.

"My disciple."

The mummy asked Qasim.

"What is your name?"

"Qasim, my name is Qasim."

"Qasim, prostrate before me."

"Yes?"

"Take me as your master, and I will teach you the ways of my sword."

"Who are you anyway?"

"I am."

The mummy responded.

"I was once called the Sword Saint in the past."

Qasim was so shocked that he almost fainted right then and there.

The Sword Saint.

He was the one who, around a hundred years ago, was said to have defeated all the strongest warriors on the continent with his terrifying swordsmanship.

Legend has it that he once wielded four swords at once.

"Are you really the Sword Saint?"

"That's right. I am Sword Saint Grangorin."

Mummy.

No, the Sword Saint nodded.

"O-Okay."

Qasim prostrated himself before the Sword Saint, deciding to become his disciple.

In a lifetime, such a golden opportunity might come only once, if at all, and there was a 99.9999999 percent chance it would never come.

Who would be foolish enough to miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

"Good. My long-awaited disciple."

The Sword Saint smiled as he spoke to Qasim.

"From now on, I will teach you my swordsmanship."

"It's a bit inconvenient here."

Qasim said, looking embarrassed.

"How about we relocate? This place seems unsuitable for learning, with no provisions and in the midst of a mission where I've just had an accident under my lord's command. First, let's prioritize returning…"

"I can't do that."

Grangorin firmly shook his head.

"I cannot leave this place," Grangorin said firmly.

"What?"

"Look over there."

Grangorin pointed to the wall.

*Sshhhh!*

Various geometric patterns carved into the wall emitted a soft glow.

"I can only sustain life in this place," Grangorin said.

"Heok!"

"I don't have much time left. I've extended my life for a long time to accept a disciple, but I've reached my limit. So, you must stay here for a while and learn swordsmanship," Grangorin explained.

"But I don't have any provisions…"

"You don't need to worry about that."

Grangorin pointed to a corner.

There, a plentiful supply of fresh food piled up, enough to last several months without any problem.

It was clear that the food was preserved by some kind of special magic.

"Disciple."

"Ah, yes. Master."

"Your lord will also rejoice in your achievement. So, don't worry and focus on learning," Grangorin encouraged.

"Yes, Master."

Thus, Qasim began his training under the legendary sword saint.

Despite experiencing misfortune by falling behind during the operation, Qasim had seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for great fortune.

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About two months later.

"Disciple, my teaching has come to an end."

"It's already over?"

" There is no good in prolonged guidance. I have already taught you the whole material, and you have learned it. The things you have not yet realized will come to you naturally."

"Ah."

"And I will give you these swords."

The Sword Saint handed Qasim four swords.

"The Black Star Sword, White Flower Sword, Aquamarine Sword, and the Radiant Sword."

"Heok!"

Qasim nearly stopped breathing when he saw the legendary swords that had only been passed down through tales.

The Black Star Sword, with its dark attributes.

The White Flower Sword, with its fire attributes.

The Aquamarine Sword, with its water attributes.

The Radiant Sword, with its light attributes.

These four treasured swords are essentially symbols of the Sword Saint.

Each of these swords was an incredible treasure, owning just one would be worthy of being an heirloom for generations.

To give away such swords, all four of them.

"May you use the swordsmanship I have taught you and these swords to assist your lord, achieve greatness, and honor the name of the Sword Saint," Grangorin said earnestly.

"Thank you very much. Master."

"Guic! Gwiikk!"

Qasim and Peng prostrated themselves before Grangorin.

"Very well, then. Now go out into the world. I think it's time for me to close my eyes."

"Master…."

"The prophecy has been fulfilled, and I have taught you all my disciple. There is nothing left to do but close my eyes."

Grangorin said this and then quietly closed his eyes.

"Truly, thank you so much, Master."

Qasim carefully picked up the lifeless body of the Sword Saint.

Because they couldn't leave the Sword Saint's body in this place, he took it out to give it a proper burial.

"Let's go, Peng."

"Gik! Gwuic!!"

With that, Qasim and Peng Yi left the cave with the body of the Sword Saint and began to climb up the cliff.

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Day 1 of the reunion.

Ariel's determination to marry Kairos was very strong.

"Just do it. Roughly. It's not a big deal."

Ariel had no qualms about the wedding.

Most women would want to be the most beautiful bride in a grand wedding, but Ariel didn't care about that at all.

"I just need Kairos. So hurry up and start the arrangements.

"Oh, yes."

Under Ariel's urging, Otto hastily prepared for the wedding.

‘She's not a female Kairos, but more than a male version of Kairos?'

Otto had grown to like Ariel's straightforward, assertive, and fiery personality.

Of course, once she started going wild, she could be overwhelmingly fierce and hard to handle.

It was hard to tell if she was an elf or a back alley thug.

‘Just get those things ready.'

Otto hastily ordered his subordinates to prepare for the wedding.

Following Ariel's instructions, Otto had cows and pigs slaughtered for meat, and they raided all nearby taverns to gather as much alcohol as possible.

Not only that, but Otto also prepared food for the guests attending the wedding and decorated the venue with flowers picked from the fields.

From Otto's perspective, he had done his best, but the wedding was neither grand nor beautiful.

It resembled more of a simple feast, akin to a village celebration or a military banquet on a large slope.

Nevertheless, Ariel seemed quite satisfied.

"That's enough."

"Really?"

"Then what more do I need? I've waited 450 years for this."

"Haha, Hahaha."

"I need you to find me a place for our first night."

"What?"

"We can't just sleep in the barracks."

"Well, that's true."

A few hours later.

"Now entering, the groom."

At the sound of Camille's voice, Kairos, dressed in his military uniform, hesitantly entered.

"At last, it's finally here!"

"Oh my, Oh my. He's indeed going."

"His Majesty is finally getting married!"

Agatho, Hildegard, and Maximus were overwhelmed with emotion as they watched their lord, Kairos, walking down the aisle.

In the past, he had refused to go when they asked him to, but now he was finally going.

"Bride, enter."

Ariel, dressed in a light blue gown, walked down the aisle with a confident stride.

"Do you, the groom, Kairos, promise to love your bride, Miss Ariel, for the rest of your life?"

Otto, the officiating priest, asked Kairos.

"Y-Yes."

At that moment.

"Do it right this time."

Ariel whispered menacingly to Kairos.

"I-I will be faithful for a lifetime!!!"

Kairos shouted in reply.

"Good. That is exactly it."

Ariel smiled in approval.

"Then, the bride, Ariel, do you take the groom, Kairos…."

"What are you asking the obvious for?"

"Huh…?"

"Hurry up and be quick."

"…Yes."

After the shortest wedding officiant in the history of weddings.

"Mwah."

"Heok!"

Ariel grabbed Kairos's head and smashed a crushing kiss on his lips.

"Oh, well."

"Unable to bear witnessing that sight, Otto turned his gaze away."

"Congratulations on your marriage."

And with that, Kairos and Ariel were bound together as husband and wife transcending the gap of 450 years.

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After the wedding ceremony, a grand feast ensued.

"Hahaha!"

"Drink, drink!"

"Keuu!"

The wedding was a true feast, attended not only by the Lota Kingdom army but also by the people of the occupied territories.

Throughout the place, drinking tables were set up, and the groom Kairos and bride Ariel received a drink from each person gathered to celebrate their marriage.

The problem was the amount.

It was inevitable that Kairos and Ariel became quite drunk after drinking all the alcohol that people handed to them.

No matter how strong they were, the dozens of drinks they'd been given were too much for them to handle.

The result.

“Uwaeeeeeeek!”

“Weeeeeek!”

Kairos and Ariel, the couple, displayed a harmonious scene of vomiting together.

They were so intoxicated that they couldn't even use mana to dispel the alcohol, rendering them completely incapacitated.

"…Just take them out of here."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Otto glanced pitifully at the drunken state of the newlyweds, then ordered his men.

"Bring more alcohooool!

"Let me go, you bastaaard! Let gooo!"

The bride and groom, even while being dragged away by the knights, kept making a fuss and demanding more alcohol.

*Sigh*

Otto watched Kairos and Ariel being dragged away and thought that they were truly a perfect match.

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That night.

Otto studied the map, trying to figure out how to properly cook and eat the Loredin Kingdom.

After all, Kairos had laid the groundwork, it shouldn't be too difficult to devour the Kingdom of Loredin.

‘All I need to do is secure Rivolt's power and that's the end of this.'

Then.

"Your Highness."

The goblin merchant Ego came to see Otto.

"Uh? Ego, what are you doing here?"

Otto was puzzled.

Because there was no particular reason for Ego to come all the way to the Kingdom of Loredin.

"Yes, Your Highness. I have come with urgent news. I also happened to bring some provisions."

"Urgent news?"

"We have received intelligence that Julius has occupied a region of the Kingdom of Loredin and has formed a military base."

"Julius, you say… Well, would you look at that, this bastard?"

A cold smile appeared on Otto's lips as he grasped the intention of Argonne.

< Illustration of Peng and Qasim >.

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TL/N:

1. White Flower – while being wielded the fire it emits looks like a blooming flower.