Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World-Chapter 62

Fairy Kingdom Allendia (2)

Tyaron Hunter Guild Hall.

Entering the reception area on the first floor, Ryu Han-bin immediately drew the attention of the Hunters present.

“What’s up with that man? Why isn’t he wearing armor?”

“Is he one of the legendary Valtara warriors?”

“Huh, does he carry the blood of the Sword King?”

Unlike ordinary people, Hunters quickly noticed the identity of Han-bin, or rather, his fake identity.

But they didn’t make a fuss like in Highten.

“He’s not fake, is he? I heard some pretended to be Valtara warriors.”

“Aye, those people get caught just by looking at the level of their colleagues.”

The Hunters there were also highly qualified because it was a high-level Dungeon area.

Most of them had awe-inspiring eyes, but some of them wanted to fight.

“How strong will he be?”

“He’s young. He’s just arrived on the continent.”

While ignoring them, Han-bin and his party headed to the reception desk.

The receptionist greeted them with a smile.

“Welcome to the Tyaron Hunter Guild.”

Typical procedures followed.

The levels of Artis and Effir were measured, then their Hunter status was renewed.

The woman then asked Ryu Han-bin a question politely.

“Are you a Valtara warrior?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll register you again as their guard.”

There was no need to break the measurement stone and make a fuss since Ryu Han-bin’s identity had already been proven in the Highten Hunter Guild.

After completing the procedures, new identification cards were issued.

[Tyaron Hunter Guild: Special Hunter, lv. 52 Mage, Artis Venetian]

[Tyaron Hunter Guild: Top Hunter, lv. 50 Magic Swordsman, Effir Venetian]

[Tyaron Hunter Guild: Felard Bean, Guardian Knight of Artis Venetian]]

“Congratulations. The three of you have successfully registered at the Tyaron Hunter Guild Hall.”

With their registration completed, it was time to find work as a Hunter.

Artis looked at the Guild’s bulletin board to gather information about nearby Dungeons when someone approached them.

“Excuse me…”

A beautiful, blue-haired female Nymph smiled at them.

“Can you give me a moment of your time?”

* * *

The Nymph politely introduced herself.

“I am Seira Roel Syaran, a level 50 Spiritist. I serve Raondel Eli Atransas, the third son of Atransas.”

Artis felt surprised.

“Atransas? Is it that Atransas family?”

“Yes.”

Ryu Han-bin blinked obliviously.

‘Atransas family?’

Effir also seemed quite surprised.

“Is that a famous family?”

That time, Seira was surprised.

“Don’t you know the family of Atransas?”

The name seemed to be something that Latna people should know.

At that moment, Han-bin’s face stiffened.

‘Did I make a mistake?’

Fortunately, Artis covered for him.

“He just crossed over to the continent. He still has much to learn about our world.”

“Well, I think he is pretty young as a Valtara warrior.”

Artis looked back at Han-bin.

“Atransas is the family representing the Elves and is one of the four royal families of the Fairy Kingdom.”

Allendia, where the four Elves lived together, was also inherited by the four Races.

The Elves, Dwarves, Sylphs, and Nymphs represented the royal families, and the most outstanding of them would become the next Fairy King.

“So Raondel is the Prince of Elves?”

“Not a prince, to be exact. He’s not the son of the Fairy King. But it’s safe to call him a prince in terms of the high-ranking royal family.”

With Artis’s explanation done, Seira continued.

“A member of Atransas has to prove his or her capabilities. The Prince wants to prove his skill by confronting the evil heresy that afflicts the people.”

Effir began to wonder.

“Are you saying that the royal family of a country tried to attack a Dungeon themselves?”

Artis had suspicions about it.

“That’s a very… unusual story.”

Attacking a Dungeon was something that could bring wealth and honor.

But it was difficult and, above all else, extremely dangerous.

Anyone from the royal family usually avoided such life-threatening places since they were born rich and honorable anyway.

Seira sighed as she realized the meaning of the atmosphere.

‘Should I tell them the truth, too?’

She didn’t want to talk about the family’s story to strangers.

But there was no time.

“I’ll be honest with you. Prince Raondel is not very well-received in the family right now. His power is weak compared to the First Prince and Second Prince.”

It was necessary to raise his reputation at any cost.

The fastest way to do that was to close a Dungeon.

Anyone who got the reputation of Dungeon Closer would have their evaluation drastically change.

“Three Family Gods, including myself, have taken care of the Prince and found the right Dungeon.”

There was a Dungeon called Loer, about a day west of the gateway city of Tyaron.

It was an ancient and historical Dungeon, classified as having an average level of the high 40s.

“It was a Dungeon that we could target at our level.”

Raondel’s Family God Dwarf warrior, Trinlock, was a level 54 Aura user.

Leabelle, the Sylph Mage, was level 51.

In the case of emergency, they had hired a dozen more human Hunters. They should’ve been able to close the Dungeon as planned.

“But the information we got was wrong.”

They encountered dozens of Blood Circers at the center of the Dungeon.

Many monsters were around level 55. They were no match to such powerful creatures.

Most of the hired human Hunters were killed, and even the henchmen Trinlock and Leabelle had been caught.

“Only the Prince and I escaped with our lives intact.”

Blood Circers slowly killed their captives, sucking on their blood for three or four days.

Even if they couldn’t help the dead people, they should still have time to save their colleagues that had been captured.

“I soon returned to Tyaron Hunter Guild to look for help.”

But no one accepted the offer.

A swarm of Blood Circers could only be defeated by a team composed of members at least level 60 or higher.

The monsters weren’t ordinary in that area.

Thus, they had spent the days in vain.

Only one day was left until their colleagues meet their end.

Sitting in the Guild Hall, she prayed to the Goddesses as she wept silently.

“Then you showed up. Indeed, the only thing I could think of was Lamniana.”

* * *

Seira tried hard to persuade Han-bin and his party.

‘They’re our only hope!’

Of course, she didn’t think the Valtara warrior in front of her would be able to deal with dozens of Blood Circers.

She thought Han-bin was too young for that.

Now that he had just come to the continent, he couldn’t have awakened Aura yet.

The Valtara was accompanying the duo to learn how to break through his limits through experiences.

‘The Mage and Magic Swordsman are level 52 and 50, so I think he’s about level 60…’

They could handle about five or six Blood Circers, but more than that would be hard for them.

Dozens of those monsters surrounded them at the time, putting their lives in danger.

But no matter what anyone said, they were the blood of the Sword King.

They could never be weak.

“At that time, we were forced to enter despite the lack of information and were surrounded all at once. There was a good chance of winning if we cleared monsters from the outside beforehand.”

Defending that it was never reckless, Seira held out a pouch filled with gold coins.

“We’ve prepared 10,000 Allens for the reward. I’ll pay 3,000 Allens in advance according to our custom.”

The face of Han-bin’s party had changed.

The currency of Allendia was worth more than the Xrad Kingdom.

10,000 Allens were a huge sum of nearly 300,000X.

Effir looked overwhelmed.

“That’s a lot of money. They are a high-ranking family…”

That was a huge amount for a single request.

“10,000 Allens isn’t a small amount of money for us either. It just goes to show that we’re taking this very seriously.”

Presenting her request, she shouted in an earnest tone.

“Please help us! There’s no more time left for the captured people!”

* * *

After saying that they needed a brief discussion, Han-bin and his party gathered in the corner of the Guild Hall.

Artis cast a simple sound-proof magic spell to keep the conversation safe from eavesdroppers.

“What do you think?”

“Well…”

It was simple to deal with a bunch of Blood Circers.

It was about the way other people looked.

But Ryu Han-bin had also grown quite skilled at controlling his strength.

“Wouldn’t it be okay? We can get through it for as long as we avoid unnecessary battles.”

Artis nodded.

“I feel the same way. Han-bin, it’s not a big deal if you clear the Blood Circers.”

Effir looked troubled, however.

“It’s a bit of a burden for me.”

There was no particular reason.

“Just, it’s a little bit… He’s an elven prince…”

She had few good memories when it came to princes.

She was kicked out of the Flying Dragon Knights Order and was forced to flee into the forest because of the Xrad Kingdom prince.

“Prince Raondel. I heard he doesn’t have a good reputation. What if we get tangled up in his mess?”

Han-bin and his party didn’t really have any reason to accept it.

The commission was enormous, but there were plenty of things they could do to gain income.

They still had enough money.

But Artis shook his head.

“It’s not something so simple to pretend it’s negligible. It’s the business of the family of Atransas.”

At present, Ryu Han-bin’s ultimate goal was to be blessed by a Goddess of the Six Churches.

For that reason, he had steadily raised his reputation and cooperated with the affairs of the Church.

“We’ve made quite a name in Highten, but it’s just a reputation in the countryside. We’re still unknown here.”

On the other hand, if the Atransas family’s request was resolved, they could quickly make their name known in the Fairy Kingdom.

The Church would also begin to ask for a higher level of cooperation, and it would be easier to raise their rank in the hierarchy of collaborators.

“And most of all…”

A gentle smile appeared on Artis’s face, who had observed the situation like a cool-headed staff officer.

“We’re saving lives, aren’t we?”

It was an opportunity to do something good.

Han-bin wanted to do the job.

“Even if our situation becomes troublesome, it’s better than letting someone die on our watch.”

Naturally, the eyes of the two Dragon Race members turned to Han-bin.

“Eh, to be honest, I didn’t think that far…”

It wasn’t just a hard job, but they just were attracted by the huge reward.

In any case, he also had no intention of denying the proposal.

“Yes, let’s do it. Well, what’s the big deal?”

They all agreed.

Han-bin and his party went back to Seira.

Artis nodded.

“We accept your request.”

A bright smile was displayed on her nervous face.

“Then, shall we leave right away? Like I said earlier, we don’t have time.”