Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 52

052. Klanos (4)

Divine power.

It is a blessing bestowed on this world by the Lord and the clearest proof of the existence of the Lord.

However, this could not be simply defined as the power of a holy god.

The power of [healing] that heals wounds and helps overcome diseases.

The power of [blessing] to drive away bad luck and bring good luck.

The power of [annihilation] to sort out evil things and eliminate unclean things.

Those who possess divine power are characterized by showing all three of these characteristics, but of course, there are some individual differences in the degree. Usually, they were exceptional at one thing, but there were many cases where the other two were so insignificant that they were just mana.

For example, the Knights of Saint Terbachia, whose main task is exorcism, specialize in the power of destruction, and the Knights of Saint Grazier, whose main task is service and sacrifice, are many who possess the power of healing or blessing.

Of course, high-ranking priests or cardinals were often strong in all three characteristics because their divine power was so powerful. At that point, it was possible to perform miracles that were truly miraculous only in specialized fields.

However, there is no other scene more worthy of a [miracle] than what is happening here now.

As dazzling white light enveloped Prince Mores’ body, pieces of wood were instantly pushed out of the wound and new flesh filled up. The hand, where the leather had burst and some muscles were torn, also had smooth fascia regenerated and new white, soft skin grew.

All those wounds disappeared smoothly without leaving a single scar. Even my face, which was a little tanned from rolling around in the gym all day for the past few days, becomes brighter.

It is truly a wonder that so much vitality itself is poured into one person.

That is the sight of a [miracle] seen by the general public.

However, the priests saw something slightly different.

A brilliant aura of five colors surrounds the emperor and the prince. The subtle scent of divinity spreads widely around. A bright golden halo that can sometimes be seen at a glance from the Holy Emperor.

How could anyone, seeing this scene, dare to doubt the representative of the Lord?

The higher the priest, or the stronger the divine power he possessed, the more intense and moving the scene was bound to be.

“Oh oh… … .”

“Lord… … .”

Look at the high priests, completely overwhelmed, kneeling and making the sign of the cross.

In the case of Cardinal Digory, he was sitting on the floor with a completely mortified face, crying profusely. Even that eccentric Cardinal Benitus was making the sign of the cross with tears in his eyes.

Of course, Seongjin, who was lying on the stretcher without feeling anything because he had no divine power, was just embarrassed when people suddenly rushed out of the conference room, knelt down and started crying.

Eventually, when the wound healed and the pain completely disappeared, Seongjin got up from the stretcher and looked at his healthy right hand with curious eyes.

‘Wow, this is divine power… … .’

Even to Seongjin, who knew nothing, Seonghwang’s abilities were extraordinary. It is on a different level from the healing power that Francis showed several times yesterday. Not only did the wound heal without a trace, but even the blood that had flowed out seemed to have been properly regenerated, leaving no trace of anemia.

Seonghwang withdrew his hand from Seongjin’s forehead and spoke as if sighing.

“Didn’t I tell you to just be quiet and practice?”

However, Seongjin felt unfair.

“Oh, but Dad. I was training? I listened carefully as I was told… … .”

But he could not continue speaking. At that moment, Seonghwang’s eyebrows twitched and the night flew by without warning.

Sigh.

“Kkuek!”

Seongjin rolled around on the stretcher, clutching his forehead. what? Why does it seem like it hurts more than when the wooden sword explodes?

Anyway, Seonghwang got up from his seat and approached Masain, who was bowing his head with a downcast face next to the stretcher.

“your majesty… … .”

“That guy causes a lot of accidents, so why do you blame yourself, Masain? “I sent you as a swordsman teacher, not as a babysitter.”

Masain’s face is distorted into an expression that doesn’t know whether he is smiling or frowning. Seonghwang tapped his shoulder and then turned his head.

“Louis.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“What is your afternoon schedule?”

The loyal chamberlain looked a little embarrassed. According to the date, I was supposed to have an audience with Prince Mores, but there were too many official schedules over the past few days.

“Your Majesty, I guess… … .”

When the chief chamberlain trailed off, Seonghwang nodded and said.

“Then lunch is ready.”

But your majesty. You even skipped breakfast… … .

Seonghwang simply waved his hand at the chief chamberlain who was trying to dissuade him, not knowing what to do, and looked down with cool eyes at Seongjin, who was still groaning while holding his forehead.

“You need to talk to me for a moment, son.”

Hiccup.

I didn’t know why I was suddenly having hiccups.

Seongjin was gently dragged to Seonghwang’s office. Although his entire body was covered in blood, neither of them cared about him in the slightest.

While following Seonghwang, who was walking ahead of him with his robes flying, Seongjin occasionally glanced at the back of his head. This guy looks a little tired. Is it because of his mood?

After arriving at the office and greeting the servants, Seonghwang sat down at the desk, clasped his hands, and pointed to the sofa across from him with the tip of his chin.

“Sit down.”

“yes.”

“explanation.”

“yes!”

Seongjin explained diligently the reason why the aura was released into the wooden sword. Why did you try to cause the aura released by the wooden sword to go berserk?

So, first of all, I explained the amazing strike that Marsaine showed when cutting down the caterpillar, and then I ended up briefly talking about the battle that took place at Diggory Manor.

While the topic was being talked about, he started boasting about how much progress had been made in the Auror practice techniques recently and how his practice proficiency had suddenly increased significantly after the battle.

Maybe I thought this unconsciously. It looks like you’re busy, so let’s talk as much as possible to kill as much time as possible. Then wouldn’t there be less time to get scolded?

Surprisingly, Seonghwang, who looked like he was going to start yelling at any moment, just quietly listened to Seongjin’s story.

“So, I was planning the timing to send the Aurors into a panic, and suddenly the wooden sword exploded, and that’s what happened.”

“… … .”

After finishing his long explanation, Seongjin quietly looked around. Seonghwang, who had been lost in thought for a moment, glanced at the wall clock and opened his mouth.

“The technique that Masain is said to have used is called [Auror Explosion].”

oh. I think I’ve given up on scolding.

“Among the knights of the imperial palace, it is called absurd nicknames such as [Storm Slash] and [Sky-Splitting Moon], but you can ignore it. “It is not unreasonable for you to think that it seemed to have caused the Aurors to go berserk, but the actual principle of the technique is a little different.”

Seonghwang briefly explained the gist of the technology.

The key is not the aura that flows into the weapon, but a thin layer of aura that corresponds to the external sword surface of the weapon. Therefore, this is a technique that can only be tried after creating a stable Auror Blade.

What appears to be a runaway of Auras is actually closer to carrying a sword that resonates at a certain frequency through Auras. In other words, rather than causing the aura to fluctuate randomly, it maximizes destructive power by superimposing extremely controlled vibrations.

The conclusion was that you are not yet a cat that can be imitated, so just be quiet and build up layers of Auror.

“The idea itself was interesting, but testing it on a weapon was extremely dangerous. Do you understand?”

“yes… … .”

As a beginner who had just started becoming an Auror, I was probably too greedy.

As I was scratching my cheek out of shame, I heard a light knocking sound from outside the office. He was the chief chamberlain.

“Your Majesty, it is now time to eat in the throne room.”

Seonghwang sighs slightly and stands up.

“Well, even if I explain it like this, if you come up with something new, wouldn’t you want to try it again?”

“hmm… … .”

I can’t bear to deny it. Seongjin was also well aware of his personality flaw of not being able to hold back his curiosity.

As Seonghwang moved towards the entrance of the office, he placed his hand on the sword belt at his waist. A clanking sound is heard and the long sword is released. He silently handed it to Seongjin with the entire sword belt.

“… … ?”

When I reflexively accepted it, the not-so-heavy weight of the real sword was wrapped in both hands.

“Now play with that instead of the wooden sword. “No matter what pranks you play, it won’t break.”

“uh… thank you?”

I was very nervous because I thought I would be completely scolded, but I received a sword.

I answered with a puzzled expression, and Seonghwang faintly raised the corners of his mouth. It was an expression that could be said to be the first smile Seongjin had ever seen.

He lightly tapped the top of Seongjin’s head a couple of times and then turned around.

As he left the office, Seonghwang made a final request.

“Mores.”

“yes?”

“Don’t tell Masain that he got into an accident by imitating himself.”

This is the story of a knight commander who has been particularly blaming himself since yesterday.

Seongjin nodded with a stern face.

* * *

“… “Nutcracker?”

Masain, who was waiting outside the main palace for Seongjin to come out, saw the sword tied to his waist and shouted with wide eyes.

Nutcracker? What is that?

At his words, the resident knights of Jinju Palace, including Haven, flocked in.

“yes? “A nutcracker?”

“His Majesty’s favorite disease? “Are you really that nutcracker?”

It looks simple, but it seems to be a famous sword.

The King’s favorite disease, could it be some sort of legendary weapon? But why is it called that?

Seongjin once again pulled out the sword and examined it closely.

The sword looked like an ordinary long sword without any special decorations. The sword body was thin and a bit short, but the hilt was long, making it easy to swing lightly with both hands. It is a sword that seems more suitable for a boy of Mores’ age than for a grown adult.

The blade of the sword was a unique gray metal with a slightly dull shine, and it was not sharpened very smoothly. Even with empty words, I cannot say that it is a well-maintained sword.

How is it not too shabby for the supreme ruler of the empire?

However, the resident engineers said something different.

“This is a sword that is famous for being so hard that even a whetstone can’t sharpen it!”

“I heard that even when the blacksmith puts it in the furnace to forge a new one, it doesn’t heat up well?”

“The legend that a long time ago a dragon created it to crack a walnut… … .”

for a moment. Is that the world view here? Is there a dragon?

But why make a sword to crack walnuts?

Also, the name is a bit too much for a legendary sword. A nutcracker, doesn’t it remind you of something eerie?

therefore.

Somehow, it seems like it would break a human pot better than a walnut… … .

Sure enough, Haven looked around for a moment and lowered his voice to whisper as if he was telling a secret.

“I heard that when His Majesty the Holy Emperor was active on the front lines when he was young, there were tens of thousands of people whose heads were broken by this sword.”

really?

As Seongjin was perplexed, other resident knights came up and began to add a word or two.

“yes. Really. It is said that a mountain could be formed just from its smashed head.”

“The blood flowing from that mountain formed a huge river… … .”

“It is said that headless ghosts still wander there every night, howling… … .”

“… … .”

What on earth did this guy give me?

Even Sir Francis, who was unfazed by most things, seemed quite surprised this time. He frowned and looked at Seongjin.

“You have never taken that sword away even for a moment. What did you say that made your Majesty give it to the prince?”

Seongjin tilted his head.

“Well, I heard that my wooden sword broke while training, so he told me to play with it instead. “This is a deal that won’t break easily.”

Masain must have been so shocked that his pupils were trembling slightly.

“… Instead of a wooden sword… “You want to play with it?”

Tsk. Francis clicked his tongue.

“Masain. Isn’t it time for you to give up that useless illusion? So that means it’s not the legendary weapon you think it is.”

Lord Martha, I guess you had a passion for nutcrackers.

“No, but that sword… … .”

“I should have known from when I was young, when His Majesty the Great King would often crack nuts with that on the mountain.”

Oh, it really was for cracking nuts.

fantasy,