“-If the soul is gone, then it makes sense that the blood would rot.”
The statement of Ganok, a member of the Mysterious [Young-An] clan and the greatest psychic of the present age, supported Lark's statement.
“Blood has been a precious material used in sorcery and magic since ancient times. It is the same in modern times. The reason is that blood is the ‘source’ that moves living creatures.”
Blood is the force that moves all living things, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a crystal containing pure life force.
It was also not uncommon to hear that, in a magical sense, blood contained the power of the soul.
So, the story that the blood of the body into which the soul had moved rotted immediately turned out to be a fairly plausible hypothesis.
“I can guess what method those cultists, the Blood Crusaders or something, use to transfer souls.”
“Is that really true, Lord Ganok?”
“We are Modred. When it comes to matters related to the soul, there is no one as expert as we are. If you roughly search through Modred’s old records, you will find similar cases and ways to suppress them. Of course, the best way would be to accompany those with the spiritual eye.”
“Huh!”
An unexpected stroke of luck, or rather a solution, was here.
Lionel and Galahad, who had been chasing the cult in various ways, were under considerable stress because of the unheard-of method called [Escape of the Soul], but who would have thought that Modred would have the answer…
“I wonder why I never thought to ask Modred for help before.”
Galahad's side was dumbfounded at the fact that they had suffered so much because they had not been able to think of Modred, but Ganoch shook his head and stopped their self-criticism.
“It can’t be helped. As long as the Great Evil Spirit, that evil thing, is cursed, it will be difficult for outsiders to think of Modred.”
This time it's the same.
If they had come to help Modred, they probably would have had to change course before they even set off for Wales.
And Modred would have been completely destroyed.
In that sense,
“It’s fortunate that the young man was the one who requested outside help.”
Ganok looked at the young knight with warm eyes.
“Are you really going to stab me just because I teased you a little? You vicious bastard.”
“Huh, anyway, your flesh won’t bleed even a drop from a spear blade, so it doesn’t matter.”
“That’s true, but your window hurts a little.”
“How dare you joke so much. You’re just a lump of metal in the shape of a human.”
“… …Why can’t I deny it?”
He is still arguing with Galahad's knights.
'Haha, what an extraordinary group of young people have gathered here.'
The old knight found it an interesting sight.
'The young knights who will lead this era have gathered here.'
Some have great fame, others don't.
But one thing is clear: among them, there will definitely be a knight who will represent this era.
This was based on the intuition of a person with psychic abilities, and generally, the intuition of a psychic is… .
'It fits so well it's scary.'
“Heh heh.”
The old knight was excited.
Lately, there have been a lot of things to laugh about and a lot of energy in life.
* * *
For a while, they were busy plundering and sharing information, but soon the knights began preparing for camping.
It would be a relief for them to get out of this place quickly,
Heeeek… .
“Yes, you worked hard today. Get some rest, comrade.”
They were all at the limit of their physical strength.
Of course, people, but also everything, even words.
Indeed, as soon as he received the telescope, he ran to Modred at full speed, and as soon as he arrived, he fought hundreds of thousands of monsters.
It is only natural that it is physically demanding.
Well, even if that's not it.
“What do they have to talk about…?”
“It seems like you’re not talking, you’re just fighting?”
“Well, that’s only natural.”
A fight was taking place in a huge and ornate barracks of unknown construction.
To be exact, it was a war of words.
The barracks where the princesses, dukes, archduches, and marquises of this country gather.
In a way, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a kingdom conference, as it is a gathering of those who account for more than half of the power of Pendragon.
However, more than 90% of the meeting content is about those people who gathered together.
“No way.”
“Huh, that’s what a northern cat would do.”
“Do you want war, Blake?”
“I never gave you my name, did I?”
“Both of you, calm down. Why are you so impatient that you can’t get enough of each other, huh?”
“I see you have forgotten that this fight was started by you, Princess.”
“Well, what do you mean?”
“Ahahaha!”
“…Why have you been smiling all this time, Jennymia?”
… It is a sad fact that most of them are fighting or complaining.
It seems that in any world, when those in power start a meeting, they end up arguing and wasting time, let alone having a productive conversation.
Even though there was no shouting, the knights pretended not to see the fierce conversation continuing.
No, he shrugged as if he was used to it.
Why does it feel familiar?
If you just go to the noble council, they fight more fiercely than that every day.
“I really hope it doesn’t lead to war….”
Even though we may be standing shoulder to shoulder like this today, we may end up pointing our swords at each other the next day because of that meeting.
This was something that even the most hostile knights would be reluctant to do, and they just hoped that this meeting would end amicably.
at that time.
“What, those guys are still fighting? It’s so noisy, really….”
His muttering was heard, breaking the silence in an instant.
It's unusually quiet, so it sounds even clearer.
“Watch your mouth, rascal. His Majesty is not fighting. He is having a serious conversation.”
“That?”
“… … .”
“You really have a conscience, no, you have a lot of conscience.”
"gibberish."
However, despite such muttering, no one showed any open displeasure toward him.
Is it respect for the achievements he has shown, or is it respect for power?
Either way, no one will look down on him more than those in the barracks right now.
If you go into that barracks door right now, no one will judge you as rude.
Lee Han stuck out his tongue, not hiding his expression of bewilderment.
“Oh, that’s enough. I was going to say hello and leave, but I can’t even do that.”
“What does that mean?”
“What do you mean? I heard it all. I was just going to say hello and leave.”
“Are you going?”
“Yeah, what am I going to do by staying here any longer?”
“… … .”
“See, there isn’t any? So I’m going. I’ve done my job.”
“… This is ridiculous.”
"what?"
“What are you going to do if you leave?”
"…huh?"
“This guy is just playing around!”
“… … What’s wrong with me, you punk!”
Do you want to fight?
No matter what, Lee Han was tired and didn't want to fumble around anymore, but when he started scratching at what he had, the heat naturally went away and even his fatigue disappeared in an instant.
puck!
Phew!
Lee Han and Lark struck first without hesitation.
At the same time, too.
Phew!
They hit each other with such force that their heads were thrown back, but their faces were intact.
One of them just held on because his skin and bones were tough, and the other one completely channeled his strength.
And as a state… .
Phew!
The two men started fighting again.
It was extremely brutal.
Each time their fists struck each other, the sound of the explosion was like dozens of giant balloons bursting, and it contained the destructive power to kill even a giant boar with one blow.
If someone saw it, they would think that they had a grudge against each other and wondered what they were doing out of the blue… .
“If you go, what’s the point of that meeting!”
“It’ll go well even without it!”
“You ignorant bastard! Those people are gathered here because of you. Without you, there would be no point in being here. What are you talking about!”
“You damned idiot! What the hell are you talking about!”
“You are the one talking nonsense!”
To them, this level of fistfight was nothing more than a light 'conversation'.
That was only natural.
If he had fought seriously, he wouldn't have landed a blow that would have barely killed the boar.
So that fight was just a way to have a smooth conversation.
Because they found it much easier to talk things out with fists than to solve them through headache-inducing conversation.
… It was barbaric, if not absurd, but in a way.
“What a truly manly way to talk, hahaha!”
Rather than trying to persuade the other person through conversation, a cool, heartfelt punch might be more appropriate as a conversation style for men.
Maximus laughed heartily at this, and soon.
“… It sounds like it’ll be fun.”
Boom!
Maximus interrupted their conversation.
thud!!
Maximus's sword, reminiscent of a giant's strike, struck Ihan and Lark like lightning, shaking the ground.
Kwajik!
“Why you again?”
“What are you doing?”
“No, I want to talk too.”
“What are you saying?”
“Are you in your right mind?”
“Hahaha!”
“??”
The two easily blocked the sudden intrusion of the giant's fist, and Maximus was laughing hysterically as if he was so excited that he clenched his fist and ran at them.
Lee Han and Lark wondered what was going on, but their opinions were in unison for a moment.
first….
“Go a little crazy, you idiot!”
“You’re crazy!”
The idea was to start by beating up this crazy guy.
* * *
Hururuk.
“… … ?”
Kwaaang!
Kwajijijik!!
Kuung-!
… What on earth is he doing now?
The knights who had just finished building a hut and lighting a fire for camping rushed to the source of the sudden sound of the blow.
And they saw.
Kwaaaaang!
I'm talking about three men fighting out of the blue.
bang!
“What is that?”
It's so absurd that I can't help but mutter.
Their fight was that absurd.
“The opponents keep changing.”
“That’s a two-on-one fight, huh?”
Their fight was unusual.
At first, it seemed clear that two people were trying to knock down Sir Maximus, but then two other people joined forces to knock down Sir Rak, and then two other people joined forces to knock down Sir Lee Han.
Then, they stick to the 1-on-1 fighting style again, and then they fight 2-on-1 again.
It was a truly chaotic and extremely violent way of doing things.
"…her."
But what was even more absurd was that the knights could not stop them.
No, I didn't even think about stopping it.
They are clearly fighting, but they are fighting… .
“It’s a duel.”
“It’s not something that’s worth calling a sparring match. It’s just… beasts tangled up and playing around, you know.”
“Oh, I see.”
Yes, their quarrel was clearly so destructive and intense that they could not interfere, but it never occurred to them that they were quarreling seriously.
Yeah, that's just, in a way… .
“-It’s just playing.”
"majesty!?"
“Don’t be so polite. Let’s go and watch together. Since we finally have something to see.”
“… … .”
“That’s funny, isn’t it, Isis?”
“Don’t tell me to talk, Uncle. I’m watching something interesting for once.”
“Anyway, you’re being picky.”
When did you come out of the barracks?
The powerful men stood in a circle like knights, watching their fight.
A primitive, simple fight.
But that is.
“Wow. Yes, those are the guys.”
There's nothing you can do about hot-blooded men.
There is a strong person right in front of you that you have no choice but to acknowledge.
There is a man I hate to admit, but I can't help but respect deep down.
Honey, clench your fist.
It's an instinct. It's the innate instinct of males.
It's an incredibly wild and foolish act, but it's also incredibly entertaining.
Isn't this a fight that is purely 'purity', without any consideration of politics or self-interest?
And it really is… .
“It’s hot.”
It was a sight that could not but be heart-warming and overwhelming.
I feel like the passion of my youth, which I thought I had naturally lost as I got older, still remains within me…!
