I Became the Youngest Prince in the Novel

d evil in the first place.”

It was just that they were superior to others and therefore used powers that were incomprehensible at our level.

However, foolish people defined ‘That’ as evil and struck into this forest, just because they used a power that was incomprehensible.

Zion knew that the words were not true.

The guy they support has built such a bad reputation, but they didn’t even know if they really believed that way.

“We are waiting.
One day ‘that’ will break the seal and purify me and this world.”

Shring–

Hart’s twin swords, with their slightly curved ends, gently pulled out of their scabbard.

“Our purification cult is all about trampling and killing insects like you who get in our way.”

There were no more words to say.
Hart, who had lightly kicked the ground with his toes, vanished from the spot and reappeared before Zion’s eyes with that last word.

Then–

Seugagagagak!

Countless silvery flashes appeared.
Hart’s nickname was the Lightning Sword.
A nickname given to someone who wields a sword so swiftly that the other party remains stunned after seeing it.

The moment the silver flash is struck, the opponent’s neck has already fallen and the battle ends.
And that rule was not violated this time.
No, it was still perfect.
His characteristic Dash, which exploded with mana in an instant from his head to his toes, was more satisfying than usual.
The slash that swung at Zion, who stood still as if he couldn’t even recognise his movement, was very neat.

But why?

How? Why?

Slash!

Hart couldn’t understand why his one arm was flying in the air.

Tuk!

Hart’s right arm, which was still holding the sword, rolled on the ground.
The situation was completely unexpected.

“This…”

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As Hart stares blankly at his fallen arm, Zion’s low voice enters his ear.

“You made two mistakes.”

The moment he involuntarily turned his back towards Zion, Hart finally realised.

“First, you thought I was weaker than you.”

Why didn’t he notice it earlier? Those foggy eyes that look foolish at first glance.

“Secondly, you didn’t put all your strength into the fight with me from the beginning.”

That those eyes were actually the boredom of those who looked down on everything from a high place.

Tramp, tramp.

The Astral Darkness begins to swing in Zion’s eyes as he slowly walks toward Hart.

It was true that Zion couldn’t guarantee the victory with Chilgeol, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t win.
And even more so if the opponent had let his guard down in this way.

“This…”

Hart’s body trembled unconsciously in the ominous darkness that flowed from Zion.

“…This fucking guy!”

Finally, Hart, who could not overcome such pressure, rushed first towards Zion.

He could not escape.
Hart’s intuition told him so, and there was only one option.

Paang!

As the air bursts, Hart’s rushes towards Zion even faster than before.

Kiiiing!

He now only has one sword left, but it is so sharp that it can even cut through space.
Then it turned into a flash as he closed in on Zion.

The Moonlight.

A technique that can only be used by the heirs of the family clan, was a secret of the twin sword art that came down from the Sidmael family, who were said to have cut out the moon in the distant past.

If it is…

Critical situations make people grow up.
The Moonlight, which unfolded more perfectly than any devastating attack he had ever waged before, brought a glimmer of hope to Hart’s desperate face.

But–

“You made one more mistake.”

Zion’s hand slowly stretches towards the flash.

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The darkness that flowed from Zion’s hand began to burn like fire, and the moment it reached Hart’s sword, it began to eat all the moonlight formed.

“!!!!!!!”

Hart’s eyes were filled with surprise at the unfathomable sight.

Tuung!

Soon after, Zion, who lightly struck Hart’s sword, which became ordinary steel, quickly dug into his arms.

“You should have run away by now.”

And the blow that followed.
Zion’s opposite hand, which had been pulled in advance, destroys Hart’s heart at once.

Kwajik!

“Ah…”

Hart looked at his pierced chest and spits out.
He slowly begins to fall down.
It was already a match in which the outcome was determined the moment one of his arms flew off.
There was a limit to the double-sword technique with one hand, and Zion would not have missed the loophole no matter how far the attack power had increased beyond the original level.

“Cough! Kuhuhu… I’ve been tricked.”

Hart, who felt the slowly approaching death and vomited blood, smiled in vain and looked down at Zion.

“But… you can’t stop us.
It’s already…”

“There’s one more person?”

“…!”

Hart’s eyes were shaken by Zion’s voice in a languid tone.

“I already know.”

“How…!”

Kwajik!

Zion smashes Hart’s head before he can finish his words, as if he doesn’t need to hear them.
There was no excitement in Zion’s eyes when he looked at Hart’s corpse for a while.
Zion, who finished one of the Chilgeol and the executive of the purification cultist, raised his head and looked up.

I need to move fast.

Reflected through the evil resentments surrounding the Black Forest, Zion’s vision is a sky that has set in the night.
By now, Rain would be closer to the heart of the forest.
But there was something Rain had to do before facing ‘evil’.

Was it this way?

Zion, who had set his direction based on the contents of the chronicle and the sky he had just seen, began to move.

The Grey Swamp.

This is where Zion is heading now, to the place where the forest’s only ‘real’ seal is hidden.
The place where the hero and the ‘evil’ first confronted each other in the distant past.
And it was where the key was that would allow Zion to welcome a new subordinate.