It was really weird.
Just like the Mad Demon came to mind when he saw a boy named Kevin, Chris reminded him of a person in his memory.
'He resembles a Blood Demon(血魔).'
The Mad Demon and Blood Demon.
They were the subordinates who followed Roman the most.
If it was Baek Joong-hyuk's order, Mad Demon was crazy enough to throw himself into a pit of fire.
The head of the Blood Demon Cult. It was inevitable to clash with them over the power of the martial arts, and in a wide plain, the Heavenly Demon Baek Joong-hyuk and Blood Demon fought with each other.
The battle was fierce.
The ground turned upside down with one foot, and the sky split the moment the sword was swung.
That day.
The Blood Demon was defeated.
He was a historical figure who unified the Blood Demon martial arts, but the power of the Cheonma Baek Joong-hyuk he faced was different.
A demon worse and more powerful than any other.
The Blood Demon knelt down.
He, who was spitting out blood, looked up at the heavenly demon and said:
"I've never seen a strong guy like you in my life. I admit my defeat. In the future, the Blood Demon Cult will follow the Cult of the Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk. That's why please tell me, how the hell can I be strong like you? I'm going to follow you in the future anyway, but if I get stronger, it's good for each other."
He was a cheeky but unique person.
While moments away from facing his death, he abandoned his pride and asked how to become stronger.
At first, he didn't like the method of the Blood Demon.
From then on, Blood Demon blindly followed the Heavenly Demon Baek Joong-hyuk, and put down his pride that he was the pinnacle of the Blood Demon Cult and tried to become truly strong.
Thanks to this, the conquest of Moorim was much easier.
The head of the Namgung Clan, belonging to the orthodox group, who was called the three great masters of the political faction, was killed by the sword of Blood Demon, not Baek Joong-hyuk, the Cheonma.
Chris and the Blood Demon were kind of similar.
The flushed face could not hide the wounded pride, but the desire to become stronger suppressed it.
'Expressing desire is the most human form.'
'I like it.'
Roman has always liked honest people.
In front of him, they said they had nothing to hope for, and behind him, they were as cunning as a snake, rather than those who lead the darkness, he stood by those who confidently demanded their wishes.
Whatever the purpose of desire is good.
If you wish for riches, you will be given riches, and those who want to be strong will be made strong.
The stronger the desire, the less likely it was that he would betray himself.
Why?
Do you know the end of betrayal?
People with strong desires were quick to face reality, and Roman was a mountain they could not dare to climb.
'What should I do with this guy?'
Interest turned.
It was obvious that Chris hated him.
Perhaps there was some kind of bad relationship in the past, but what was important to him was the desire to be strong rather than the bad guy.
And.
'Talent is not bad.'
Chris' body was strong.
If he had practiced martial arts in the Roman way, he was gifted with such a good talent that he would have reached the level of first-class or higher by now.
However, they are simply not using their talents properly in a garbage-like method.
Roman, who looked carefully at Chris' figure, spit out a word with a smile on his face.
"I can't tell you the answer."
"So what should I do?"
"I said. Don't blindly follow the way someone comes down. As long as I tell you the answer, it's no different from the life you've lived. So, if you want to get an answer, somehow stay by my side from now on. 6 months later. I leave for the battlefield. Pay close attention to how I become stronger in the process of dealing with numerous enemies and how I defeat them. If you remain by my side even after 10 years... ."
Chris's eyes flutter.
Looking straight at him
And then, he said with certainty.
"You will definitely get an answer."
* * *
Training is over.
Chris, who was left alone where Roman had left, looked up at the blue sky and sighed deeply.
*sigh*
War.
It's something you have to experience someday.
'I know that it is the fate of a knight, but I never imagined that I would go to war with Dmitry's nerd.'
It would have been better if it was the second son.
Second son who was already famous in the capital, he would feel proud and follow him, but the current situation was completely unacceptable.
'Make your own way.'
Roman advice.
It was the first time he heard it.
To him, who heard that he is a genius to hear that it's funny how he learns through methods passed down from generation to generation, Roman's remarks caused a stir.
At first he tried to ignore it.
He felt that the years he had worked hard for were being denied, and he dismissed it as nonsense, but the more he listened to Roman, the faster his heart raced.
It's not wrong. Knowledge passed down from generation to generation eventually came from the same human being.
'Being strong as a swordsman may not be one way, but why have I always tried to stick to their methods? If I had thought a little and went through trial and error, there might have been a more suitable path for me.'
The brain was intricately entangled.
'If...'
If only Roman was a man of words.
Chris wouldn't have been in so much pain.
However, Roman, who had experienced it for a brief moment, was not the kind of person called Dmitry's idiot.
'The young master's talent was real. I don't know how he became so strong in such a short time, but the master who had less strength than the average person two years ago has completely changed. A strong swordsmanship and talent for releasing an aura. If it's not that he's been hiding his power since childhood, he must have found his own way.'
The former possibility.
It doesn't make sense
There is no reason to hide the power, and there is no reason to reveal it now.
Roman became strong in a short time.
Seeing him speaking clearly while looking into his own eyes, Chris gained indescribable trust.
That day.
Chris was in trouble.
The sun went down, and the sun came up again.
He had a haggard face because he didn't even eat, and he finally made a decision and moved to somewhere.
'I want to be strong.'
His life goals.
His desire was strong.
He went to his mentor, Captain Jonathan, and frankly said that he would follow Roman on the battlefield.
'Ok! Let's go.'
"What happened?", Jonathan asked.
He looked at Chris with a calm face.
On the battlefield with corpses strewn about, Jonathan had first seen a young boy weeping as he grabbed his mother's body.
That was Chris.
He was a gifted child, and he had a strong desire to be strong, and he grew up quickly.
And he followed him like Jonathan was his father.
There must have been a certain reason for Chris to leave his side and follow Roman.
They both trusted each other.
Even if Chris didn't bother explaining why, Jonathan nodded.
"If you say that, there must be a special reason. From now on, you will not belong to the Dmitry Knights. As Roman master's escort, no matter what happens, be by his side and achieve your desired purpose."
"Thank you."
*smirk*
Jonathan laughed.
A weak young child.
The fact that that crybaby had grown up and was leaving his side made him feel sad.
"Thanks to you, I learned one thing. As far as I've experienced, then Master Roman isn't the idiot people say anymore. Starting tomorrow, make time for yourself. If you want to survive on the battlefield, you must have at least one secret weapon."
"Master!"
Chris' eyes widened.
He doesn't know what kind of days await, but Jonathan was the teacher Chris followed by heart, no matter what anyone said.
* * *
Half a year later.
Roman leaves Dmitry even by intention.
The other nobles would weep and riot, but when he thought of that time, Roman's heart was already racing.
'I am a person who cannot grow like a flower in a greenhouse. I will be satisfied only if I experience many things and eventually lead a reigning life. So, for the future six months from now, I need to prepare myself.'
There is no perfect preparation in the world.
Variables are unpredictable.
However, preparing yourself was a different matter.
He was convinced that if he laid the groundwork to overcome any adversity, he would achieve his goal after suffering.
Roman visited the library of the territory.
There he read various kinds of books.
'The six-star state means transcending human limits. The size of the aura that erupts through the sword reaches tens of meters, and the attack that condenses and explodes mana is powerful enough to wipe out dozens of soldiers at once. There were 12 people on the continent known as 6-Star Knights. They are called the Twelve Swords of the Continent and are treated as distinguished guests in any country...'
Continental Twelve Swords.
They are strong people just by looking at the information conveyed through text.
If even an inefficient eruption of qi could elicit an aura of several tens of meters, it certainly reached the pinnacle of force in a way unique to this world.
No matter what Moorim's standards are, they're not the kind of people you can deal with at the current Roman level.
And,
'From the stage of the 7th circle, we call it the Great Mage. They are half-human and half-god, a walking disaster. In a situation where the ground is overturned and the sky is collapsing with one hit of magic, and in a situation where you are simply dealing with a large number of people, it is the Archmage who is feared more than a 6-star knight...'
Magic.
It was a power that Moorim did not have.
The more he carefully read the information about the new world, the clearer it became for Roman what to do right now.
'You never know when these characters in the book will appear as my enemies. The probability of such an ordeal for Dmitry's territory is very slim, but the variable is unpredictable, so it might be dangerous to be unprepared. As of now, I cannot perfectly respond to variables. Therefore, whenever the opportunity arises, I have to move forward.'
He then closed the book
He had work to do from now on.
* * *
Roman called Hans.
Anytime, anywhere, he appeared as if waiting for Roman's call.
"Did you call me, Young Master?"
"I have something to ask of you."
"Please ask away, Young master."
Hans' attitude was polite.
Blood Fang.
It was an opportunity to see Roman again.
Recognizing that he was only a servant, Hans vowed to risk his life for Roman.
Some might laugh at Hans.
It's a frivolous life risking your life.
However, each person has different values, and for Hans, Roman has become a special existence.
"I need a space to practice. It doesn't matter if the size is large, but it should be a space completely blocked from the outside. In particular, the more reliable the soundproofing, the better. Being interrupted during training is the worst."
Okay.
Hans bowed his head.
He didn't ask what kind of training do you do?
Why do you need such a space?
Humans are likely to ask many questions, but Hans always simply complied with Roman's orders.
"And can you tell me the whereabouts of the boy I met before?"
"Yes. I thought that the master might find him later, so I have set up a residence for Kevin."
"Good."
There was a smile on his face.
Reading the mind of the master and taking action in advance.
Hans was a man who had no choice but to be treated good.
"Tell me where Kevin is. At that time, I promised the boy. I promise that I will deal with the problems he has faced through the right process. Now that I have eliminated the culprit of Blood Fang as he wished, it is time to visit him and deliver this good news. Also, there is a something that I want from that boy named Kevin."
Kevin.
A child who resembles a Mad Demon, one of the four Heavenly Kings under him.
'Maybe it was because of Chris, who resembles Blood Demon, I want to see that boy again.'