I Obtained Sword God Level Talent

80 – 080. Mencius (1)

“This is a hotel suite room and then some.”

I uttered in astonishment, scanning the room with a bewildered look.

The 5th floor was a ‘room’ that seemed to be over a hundred *pyeong* at a rough estimate.

No.

‘Can this even be called a room.’

It was a room, yes, but the size was extraordinary. This room the siblings introduced took up an entire floor.

“How is it? Ehehe.”

Leon smiled confidently. Mary was also smiling brightly beside him, it seemed they had put a lot of extra care into this 5th floor.

“It’s amazing. It’s cool. I really like it.”

I praised the two in a dazed voice.

At that, they each let out embarrassed laughs, thankfully, they seemed pleased with my praise.

“By the way, did you two prepare this building? The effort and the meticulousness that went into this are no joke?”

“Ah! That’s not it. The servants Friedrich-nim assigned also helped, and Hwayoung-noona helped too with letters.”

“Huh?”

Chun Hwayoung?

“Ahem.”

Glancing sideways, Chun Hwayoung, who had caught my eye, subtly avoided my gaze. Her face was slightly flushed, she seemed embarrassed that her contributions were involved.

“As expected.”

Whether Chun Hwayoung was like that or not, I was expressing pure admiration.

It was because three of Chun Hwayoung’s distinctive characteristics remained in my memory.

The daughter of the Martial Alliance leader, a master swordsman of the Mount Hua Sect bestowed with the Plum Blossom Sword. However… her talents blossomed in a slightly different direction than ‘martial arts.’

‘Surely it was ＜Administrator＞, ＜Strategist＞, ＜Accomplished＞’

Just a few letters, and they pulled this off so perfectly. Of course, the two kids’ hard work and suffering were a part of it too.

Grasping the situation roughly, I strode towards Cheon Hwa-young. And, I laid my honest feelings bare to her.

“Let’s just live here, Cheon Hwa-young.”

“Y-yes?! You know, I’m from the Murim Alliance of the Eastern Continent…”

“Then, could it be.”

“…Yes?”

“Your soulmate, are you just going to leave him behind?”

I jerked my chin at Friedrich after throwing the question.

It had been quite some time outside the barrier, but my memory was filled with the back-and-forth of the two of them. Seeing how they’d been working together for so long, their relationship couldn’t have faltered.

“W-well, that…”

Cheon Hwa-young couldn’t answer easily, trailing off.

Friedrich, who had been blabbering “It’s way better than the royal palace!” just scratched his cheek awkwardly.

“Just, just hold on a moment. As I said last time, I have to contact the Eastern Continent first.”

“Alright. Let me know the answer as soon as possible.”

I replied shortly, then strode away.

My room… which was also the guild master’s office, was sickeningly large, and packed with all sorts of magical tools and equipment.

First off, there was something like a modern refrigerator, a kitchen for simple cooking, and a bedroom to crash in right away.

“This is… this whole floor is basically a mansion.”

I shook my head after checking out the entire 5th floor.

What the heck did these two kids do back in the capital, it looked like money had been poured into everything, here and there.

“…Alright. Then, let me say something too.”

Having finished exploring the building, I looked around at everyone with a solemn expression.

It was a bit cringeworthy, but anyway, the operation of the guild, ‘Round Table’, had properly begun, more or less.

In name and reality, the master was none other than me. So, I was going to say at least one thing at this point.

“Everyone, thanks for getting this far together.”

…Thinking about it quietly, it’s truly amazing.

That I, once just one player, had become the leader of a guild leading the protagonists of ＜Silver Ring＞. If this were a delusion, it would be too excessive. Who could even imagine something like this?

“Uh-huh, me too.”

“Us too!”

“The leader, seems quite fitting.”

“Hiccup! I knew, I always knew, that you, hyung-nim, would stand so tall one day…”

Various reactions poured over me.

‘Something…’

I tried to smile brightly, but strangely, the corners of my mouth twisted.

The reason was simple. Listening to everyone’s praise, an emotion deep within my chest unexpectedly surged, a feeling that welled up and burst forth.

‘You worked hard, me.’

To put it coldly… this isn’t the end. It’s a new beginning. It felt like I’d passed one of the major turning points one faces in life.

Catching my breath, I moved my feet with a thudding walk.

“…Then, today.”

Before me, I saw a wooden storage cabinet, its front covered by a sheet of glass. There was no need to examine it closely, it was a large box for storing ‘liquor’.

“Shall we drink?”

Screech!

Opening the glass panel, I immediately pulled out a bottle adorned with luxurious gold leaf.

And then.

Pop!

I pushed a mana-filled finger into the cork, and with a crisp sound, the stopper came loose.

The sharp and sweet scent of alcohol filled the room.

* * *

“Hey, did you hear? The owner of the Round Table is back.”

“The Round Table? Ah… the guild of the ‘Golden Hand’ and ‘Golden Eye’?”

Rumors in the Imperial City spread fast.

In a world where information is money, men and women, even the vagrants in the alleys, all reacted keenly to information and stories.

“He hasn’t been seen for almost two years, has he?”

“I heard he solved a difficult case at the Western Border.”

“Was there something like that?”

The men who were talking tilted their heads in confusion.

They had no memory of hearing that any incident had taken place at the ‘Western Border’.

And the same thing was happening all over the Imperial City. People knew nothing of the incident with the ‘demon spawn’. It was as if an invisible hand had intervened, snatching the memories right from their minds.

And that wasn’t limited to ordinary people, even those who bought and sold ‘information’ were affected.

“Damn it! Why is only the record of the Western Border so cleanly erased!”

The heads of the Yellow Path Information Guild were in agony.

It was the information on the ‘Round Table’ they’d been focusing on lately. The problem was that the information was a complete, messy blank slate.

“Ever since the subjugation force was formed. Right after that, all records vanished…!”

The information guild branch head clutched his head, yelling. The quick-witted subordinates quickly left the office. After all, it was out of their hands.

“Little rats.”

Muttering under his breath, the branch head shuffled through the papers on the table.

The events at the Western Border were unattainable, but there was new information that arrived just today.

“…By the way, is this really the truth?”

He stared at the document, a single sheet of paper, as if it were his mortal enemy, murmuring with a bewildered expression.

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Name : Frey

Alias : ＜Black Sword＞ / ＜Holy Grail Knight＞

Gender : Male

Age : Early 20s

Primary Weapon : Sword

Special Notes : Attached Appendix

*

Believed to be the owner of the ＜Divine＞ blessing, chosen by God.

First sighting was in the Citadel City of Loven.

Appears to be close friends with ＜Saintess＞, ＜Gleamsword Assassin＞, and ＜Knight’s Code＞.

Appears to have formed a brotherhood with Crown Prince Friedrich.

Guardian of the ＜Golden Hand＞ Merry, and ＜Golden Eye＞ Leon siblings.

Has been spotted traveling with Geum Harin and Chun Hwayoung from the East Continent.

Master of the newly formed guild ‘Round Table’.

…Currently suspected to be either a master of the 7th Stage, or a Transcendent of the 8th Stage.

───

After confirming the last words of the document, he shook his head.

“Does this even make sense?”

It was a complete load of bull, even after looking at it again.

How many people in their 20s have surpassed the 7th Stage? He could barely remember any. It was a level only attainable by the likes of unprecedented geniuses like ＜Sword Saint＞, ＜Celestial Demon＞, or ＜Gleamsword Assassin＞.

That meant.

“A heaven-sent talent… but why hasn’t it tripped our network before now?”

Muttering to himself, he roughly yanked open a desk drawer.

*Flap!*

“…So, what’s this then?”

His expression sour, the man pulled out an object wrapped in packaging.

*Thud.*

He didn’t hesitate to break the seal. A single sheet of paper popped out, made of unusual material, as if it held highly confidential information.

[ ＜Earth-Grade Intel＞ Maria Theresia von Britzhart ]

“…”

He slowly read through the contents.

The paper was filled with detailed information on the ＜Gleaming Sword Killer＞.

The origin of her sword when she was young, her close bond with her parents, her potential to become the successor to the Grand Duke family, and other bits.

And at the very edge of the paper, the piece he was looking for was written.

[ Recently, the ＜Gleaming Sword Killer＞ is relentlessly pursuing the family’s youngest, Tristan. ]

[ According to the intel, it’s believed that Duke Tristan stole a treasure belonging to the ＜Gleaming Sword Killer＞. ]

“So, the ＜Gleaming Sword Killer＞ and ＜Blind Swordsman＞ are siblings, and he’s joined the fledgling guild ‘Round Table’ alongside a rising master named ＜Knight Errant＞. Is this coincidence or fate?”

*Heh, heh heh!*

Letting out a dry laugh, the man picked up another sheet of paper and scanned it carefully.

It was filled with the eccentric behavior of ‘Maria Theresia.’ It was a supplement to the main intelligence document, adding several extra sheets of paper.

“…Something, something is happening.”

His decades of experience within the intel guild sent a signal. Something, something huge, something he couldn’t even begin to comprehend, was coming.

He gathered the papers and resealed the top-secret information, shoving it back into the desk drawer.

And then.

[ ＜Grade Undetermined＞ Frey ]

His journey so far. His meteoric rise. And shockingly, the potential for further growth.

…Lastly, judging by the people already affiliated with him.

“This… there’s really no need to even think about it.”

*Skick,* he picked up a seal from the corner of the desk. He generously smeared it with red ink and stamped it heavily on the paper.

[ ＜Heaven-Grade Intel＞ Frey ]