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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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In front of the Gelpiel Forest.
Strange red-colored trees came into view.
After defeating three lizardmen and traversing a winding path, they arrived at the front of this forest dense with red trees.
As befitting winter, the trees were bare.
“This is the place. I’m certain”
Said Masek, the guide, with eyes full of conviction.
Yuma looked at him.
“From here on, we don’t need a guide. Can you make it back on your own?”
This was said because of the three lizardmen they encountered on the way.
Masek nodded without hesitation.
“I may not look it, but I’ve been a guide for 20 years. Usually, monsters don’t appear in places where others have died for 3-4 days. I can return safely on my own, so don’t worry. Haha!”
Not that I was particularly worried.
“Ooh! You’re braver than I thought, mister!”
Hestia said, twitching her scarlet ears.
Masek hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his right hand.
“Actually, I’m a bit scared, so I’m planning to use a teleport scroll to return immediately.”
“Yes, that seems like a good idea,”
Cloney said, finally seeming relieved.
And so they parted ways with Masek.
Yuma, Cloney, and Hestia strode into the depths of the Gelpiel Forest.
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The blue-haired young man opened his eyes.
“Phew…”
Exhaling and stretching, the blue-haired youth rose to his feet.
Then he opened the door.
Whooosh!
A cold wind blew.
The ground was covered with frost, almost like a glacier.
“It’s Haven!”
“Brother!”
“Brother Haven!”
Children wearing fur clothes gathered around Haven.
Haven raised the corners of his mouth as he looked at the children with their cheeks flushed red.
The White Night Clan.
A tribe existing beyond the Gelpiel Forest, consisting of about 120 members.
A clan living in this land of white nights where the ground freezes even when it’s not winter.
A clan where everyone must wield a sword from the age of 8.
Mountain ranges of ice surrounding them like the massive walls of an outer castle.
The White Night Clan bore a single mission.
A mission now known to very few in this world.
The Giant Race who had lost their sense of self.
A clan with the mission to bind and kill that giant who was once called the King of Giants.
That was the White Night Clan.
The karmic duty that began some 400 years ago showed no signs of ending.
There was only one Titan.
But that one was far too strong.
The King of the Giant Race, Ades.
The most godlike being among the giants had lost his sense of self and become an existence desiring only destruction.
The chieftains of the White Night Clan had faced Ades alone, ending their lives.
And the next chieftain would face Ades again.
The chieftains continued this self-sacrificing life without exception.
And Haven’s father, the current chieftain Luke, had also inherited this duty and was engaged in a fierce battle with Ades.
12 hours.
The time during which the giant Ades was active each day to destroy everything.
Chieftain Luke also fought with his sword for 12 hours.
For nearly 40 years.
That’s why Haven feared for the future with each passing day.
‘I’m not as strong as Father.’
At the age of 24, he was a mid-level Sword Expert.
It certainly wasn’t a low level, and it was enough to be considered talented, but it didn’t satisfy Haven.
‘Father probably isn’t satisfied with me either.’
His father had become a Sword Master at the age of 28.
A genius.
A man who deserved to be called that and more.
And now, he had reached the superhuman realm known as Grand Master.
Until now, the chieftains of the White Night Clan had all achieved Sword Master by at least 30.
But no matter how he thought about it, he didn’t think he could achieve that.
‘Talent.’
He clearly lacked talent.
In each generation, at least one direct descendant possessed superior genius, but he didn’t have that genius.
However, he didn’t want to use that as an excuse to neglect his training.
Shing─
Haven, having sent his younger siblings far away for training, picked up his sword.
Whoosh─!
The pure white sword energy unique to the White Night Clan flowed along the blade.
It was certainly a brilliant sword energy, but it was far from enough.
He needed to pour out sword energy for half of each day.
The chieftains of the White Night Clan aged rapidly.
When his father Luke died, he, as the direct descendant, would have to succeed as the chieftain.
And eventually, he would have to spend his life fighting the giant Ades for half of each day.
Flicker…
The sword energy that had been burning uniformly and densely wavered like a candle in the wind.
It was proof that his mind was unsettled and wavering.
The first thing that came to mind was resentment towards ‘Hasar’, the first chieftain, the founder of the White Night Clan.
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Originally, the Giant Race descended to the continent to save the world.
And indeed, about 400 years ago, it was the 8 giants who made the greatest contribution to driving out the demon army that had invaded the continent at the time.
The final battle between the demon army and the continental forces.
The war ended in victory for the continental forces, but their losses were substantial.
Countless tens of thousands of human troops died.
Of the 8 giants, only one survived – that was the Giant King Ades.
The problem was that after the war, Ades began to attack his former allies, the continental forces.
This was because Aderbamon, the last Demon King, had sacrificed his life to cast a spell across the continent that completely collapsed the minds of the non-human races who had joined the humans in battle.
The non-human races whose minds had completely collapsed acted only to tear apart and kill the living beings around them.
Hasar, the first king of the White Night Clan, and the human teams had to kill the non-human warriors they had fought alongside.
However, they ultimately couldn’t kill Ades, the King of the Giant Race.
Even when three Grand Master level swordsmen rushed in, unleashing Aura Blades, they could only scratch the giant’s skin.
And those scratches were instantly healed by the giant race’s unique divine power.
Even when two grand magicians stepped forward, it was useless.
Ades effortlessly withstood two meteor-class spells, each powerful enough to destroy an entire small kingdom.
Hasar decided to imprison Ades, his former comrade.
To prevent Ades, who had loved humans, from committing further slaughter.
Together with Dukedra, a 10th circle elven grand magician who had resisted Aderbamon’s magic, he created the White Night.
To imprison the mindless monster that was Ades.
They carved out a massive mountain range.
And with the help of the elven grand magician Dukedra, he placed a ‘Blood Oath’ on his own blood.
So that they could never leave these mountain ranges unless they killed the Giant King, the Titan Ades.
He made an oath that their hearts would burst if they left the White Night mountain range, and in exchange for this oath, he gained Genius title that surpassed even Grand Master.
However, even with this power, he couldn’t overcome the recovery ability of the Giant King.
For Hasar, this oath was both a responsibility and an atonement.
But he realized all too well in his dying moments that it had been a rash responsibility.
That he had placed too heavy a shackle on his descendants.
The ‘Blood Oath’ he had placed on himself was passed down to his descendants.
This was the secret origin of the White Night Clan.
The tragic origin of a clan that could never leave the White Night mountain range until they ended the life of the Giant King Ades.
For nearly 400 years, several supreme Grand Masters who had formed friendships with the White Night Clan lent their strength to subjugate Ades, but all failed.
And so, the karmic duty of the White Night Clan continued.
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Step.
“…”
Yuma saw the white structure visible beyond the swirling white blizzard.
It was the pillar of the White Night.
Hestia and Cloney stared wide-eyed at the structure of the White Night Clan.
The winter weather.
Although they were wearing fur coats made from bear skin, standing before the White Night made them feel as if the cold was penetrating to their bones.
It was the land of the White Night, feeling even colder amidst the winter landscape.
“Let’s go.”
At Yuma’s words, Hestia and Cloney nodded vigorously.
The main gate with ice pillars rising on both sides.
As they stood before it, noisy sounds erupted from all around.
“It’s outsiders.”
“Outsiders, outsiders have come!”
“Inform the chieftain!”
Yuma’s group all stopped in their tracks.
They had to stop.
Clang! Swish! Zing!
The noise of weapons extending from all directions.
Most of the weapons were spears.
About 30 spears were pointed at Yuma’s group, ready to stab at any moment.
The faces of the young men showed a mixture of bewilderment and anger at the sudden appearance of outsiders.
“Calm down.”
The voice of an old man calmed the young men of the White Night.
“Didn’t the chieftain say to call him immediately if outsiders came?”
As the elder of the clan spoke, everyone suppressed their excitement.
“It’s still 3 hours before the giant Ades moves. Go fetch the chieftain.”
“Yes, understood!”
At the old man’s words, one young man lowered his spear and quickly turned around.
The old man silently looked over Yuma’s group.
A moment of silent confrontation continued between them.
After a while.
Thump! Thump!
A middle-aged man wearing navy blue armor under a black cloak with fur at the top walked out with heavy footsteps.
“…State your business, outsiders.”
His face looked terribly tired.
It was also a face that exuded a terrifying spirit.
The direct descendant of Hasar who shouldered the duty of the White Night.
Luke, the chieftain of the White Night Clan, appeared before Yuma.
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