signs of killing, but he could feel nothing.

Was it possible for a swordsman to disappear?

‘It is possible to teleport, but…’

Jamie Welton, that kid was skilled enough to do it.

The problem was he couldn’t feel any mana.

Which meant that this wasn’t an act of magic.

‘I don’t know what, but I am sure that this is a third party intervention.’

Sable looked over the cliff with his eyes.
He felt a number of presences.

He snorted as he clenched his sword.

The aura around the sword grew darker.


The power was used and results came.

The cause-clearing the cliff.

All his power was concentrated on that.

And, waited for the enemy.

“Caught you.”

The disappeared one appeared back like an illusion.

Sable instinctively leaned forward.

He felt a sharp pain in the back.
The pain soon spread out and turned hot as if fire was being used.


“You shouldn’t have aimed for that!”

Beryl jumped over him and then swung his sword.

Clang! The swords bounced off with a sound.

The swords kept blocking the attack again.

However, this was a Sword Masters' fight.
A single collision would never result in a single breath.

The two crossed their swords several times.

Although both of them were in an uncomfortable position to wield their swords, they were superhumans who reached the extreme lengths of swords.

‘But I couldn’t cut him.’

Beryl landed on the ground clicking his tongue.

“I don’t know what you did.”

Sable’s eyes turned red.

“But it won’t happen again…”

Beryl disappeared again.

And appeared from the side.


He is in front of Sable one moment and then disappears the next, and Sable couldn’t even figure out where he was disappearing to or when he would appear.

He was annoyed by this strange magic, but it wasn’t to the point where he couldn’t react to it.

While Sable raised his sword to defend himself, he aimed at Beryl’s gap which could come.
But this time, Beryl disappeared because he could even use the power.

A new scar engraved on his body.

‘Where now?’

Sword to pierce the thigh.

Looking back, Beryl smiled while holding his sword.

‘The muscle was cut this time.’

Sable staggered and touched the ground with his sword.

“It doesn’t make sense for the leader of the Seven Knights to be like this.”

Beryl mocked him as he wiped the blood on his sword.

Jamie’s plan was successful.

Even the leader of the terrifying Seven Knights couldn’t respond to Gremia.

And if this kept happening, Sable would collapse.


It was when Beryl was certain of his victory.

Sable let out an eerie laugh.

“What is funny?”

“You’ll know.”

Sable looked at the cliff.

There was only one thing which could do such things without a trace of mana.

“Must be an artifact.”

Beryl’s eyes widened at that.

So was Jamie who was watching from above the cliff.

Sable laughed at that reaction.

“I don’t know what kind, but it must be a spatial artifact.
The reason I don’t feel mana or any trace of it is because it takes mana each time.”

There were artifacts which could work with one charge of mana.

Although Gremia needed constant input of mana, it wasn’t wrong to say that to operate Gremia, mana charge was needed.

Reaching that conclusion, Sable said.

“Must be Jamie Welton.”

There was no other person than that kid who could be a variable.

A strange little kid.

And for a 7 year old, he was intimidating.

“I should have killed him first.”

“What can we do now?”

You are the problem.
But I am slowly getting used to it.”

He was getting used to it.

There would be no more surprise attacks, and the longer the battle, the more unfavourable it would turn for him.

Because the Sword Master could hear the sound of horse hooves running to this place.

“It will be an instant.”

Sable held the sword with both hands.

At the rapid change, Beryl gulped.

It seemed like he would have to bring out the Thunder Dragon Sword, Gram.

“… he noticed.”

“That is the true face of his.”

Jamie and Marquis were both having serious expressions.

If he noticed the presence of Gremia, Sable might not react immediately, but the element of surprise was out.

And it was clear that Beryl’s fight would be difficult again.

‘What should I do?’

Jamie was thinking about the next plan.

When Sable held the sword with both hands.


A weird energy could be felt up to the top of the cliff.

Marquis’s face darkened at that.

He had done a lot of things, but now his body was too old to withstand the power of a Sword Master’s sword.

“Grandfather, are you alright?”

“I am fine, so don’t worry.”

He smiled kindly at his grandson and looked down the cliff.

And the two people below moved.

Jamie too began to rebuild the form of Gremia.

Anytime Beryl was in danger or a chance arose, he was going to make sure to use that.

‘It won’t be easy, but I will have to.’

There was no way to gain victory other than that!

… the moment he thought about winning…


Beryl began to bleed from the chest.

And he soon fell to the ground and closed his eyes.

Jamie’s eyes trembled violently, this wasn’t a simple missing his action.

The opponent disappeared and then appeared, just like Beryl did.

It seemed like he did the same thing.

Sable changed the way of using his powers.

“From attack to defense.”

As he looked down at the bloodied sword, Sable said.

“The number of cases this power can take is infinite depending on how it is used.”

Having regained his calm, he spoke looking at the cliff.

“Now it is your turn.”

Sable bent his knees ready to jump.

One leap is enough.

He would kill everyone on the cliff and go back to his place.


Sable’s eyes widened.

“Carelessness… is forbidden…”

He listened to Beryl’s voice and looked at his chest.
A sword pierced through his chest.

Looking back, he saw that Beryl was still lying face down in the distance.

But it was strange, there was a huge blade which pierced him.

And Sable hadn’t even cut the sword.

‘No… it was cut in half, no.’

The sword jumped through space and pierced him.

“Damn it, Jamie Welton.”

Shape-building artifact Gremia.

The one who handled it was Jamie Welton.

No, it was Diablo Volfir, the Great Dark Magician who perfectly understood its principles.

“This is the wormhole, you bastard!”

Jamie was now ready to pay a tribute to Armion, the creator of Gremia.

If it wasn’t for it, Jamie would have died today.

Sable’s knees hit the floor.

Seeing him Jamie was sure of his victory.

“You bastard…!”

However, this powerful Sword Master is the product of the undisputed God of War.

“You will beg for mercy.”

Dark blue holy power began to wrap around Sable’s body.

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