Ending Maker Episode 415
Chapter 8 – Intensification #2
-Maia, Maia.
The master was right in front of me.
Lord Yuder, who is about five years old.
Yuder, who had been lying in bed all day because of his fever last night, was still breathing shallowly with a red face due to the fever.
-Yes, my lord. I am here.
Maia was also small. She was an orphan, so I didn’t know her exact age, but she was a small girl who seemed to be a little over ten years old.
As I held his hand that was buried in the bed, Yuder smiled slightly despite the pain.
-Maya.
-Yes, your highness.
-Later, when I grow up, I will marry Maia.
-Really?
-Yeah, really. I’m really going to get healthy and get married.
When I grow up.
When you get healthy.
Maia’s eyes turned red at the words that the young Yuder said with an embarrassed laugh.
At this time, Yuder was so sickly that it was difficult to expect him to live past the age of twenty.
But Maya didn’t cry.
Instead, he smiled brightly and brought his face closer to Yuder.
-Yes, Master. I will be waiting. So, please take care of your health.
-Yeah, Maia. I love Maia so much.
-Me too, Master. I really like you, Master.
To young Yuder, Maia was more than just a close maid.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was my mother, my sister, and my whole world.
And it wasn’t much different for Maya either.
Yuder Bayer.
My little master.
Tsuwhaak!
A sharp sound woke me up to reality.
Maia woke up from the dreamlike kaleidoscope and saw the monster before her eyes.
There was no scream.
The moment a sharp light shone through the tears flowing from fear and pain, Maia thought of Uther for the last time.
The monster swung its sword.
No, I tried to swing it.
“Miyaaaaaaa!”
A scream-like cry approached at high speed.
The monster was the first to react.
But the speed at which the bastard charged was a little faster than the speed at which he turned around.
bang!
The monster’s body was thrown away with a heavy impact sound.
A woman who had been struck from behind by a monster’s body with her shoulder rolled on the floor in disarray.
Maya looked at her.
My heart felt like it was going to burst at the sight of her familiar light brown hair.
“Eww!”
With a shout that seemed to encourage her, the woman – Dahlia – raised herself up.
He was wearing a helmet containing a piece of the dragon heart of an ancient dragon, which was made by Uder and his dwarven craftsmen.
Maia collided with the monster that had been pushed away.
No, the moment they ran towards each other, a series of sharp, loud noises erupted.
Quagagagagagaga!
It was a cross between swords.
The monster’s four arms surged forward at a terrifying speed, and Dahlia’s sword deflected all of their trajectories.
It was something that Dahlia originally couldn’t do with her skills.
But there was Magap’s assistance.
A drug that temporarily enhances the nervous system grants Dahlia supernatural powers of perception.
A blue light rose from the armor Dahlia was wearing.
Because the magic armor’s performance was pushed beyond its limit, blood flowed from Dahlia’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, but Dahlia did not stop.
The sword strike destroyed everything in its path.
The monster’s chest was split wide open after all four arms were cut off at once, and red fluid gushed out from its split head.
thud!
The moment the monster collapsed, Dahlia also collapsed in place.
At that moment, Maia finally came to her senses and tried to run to Dahlia, but it was impossible.
Her crushed legs were not moving properly, and Maia crawled on the floor to reach Dahlia.
“Ugh. Ugh.”
Dahlia vomited a handful of blood and trembled in pain.
My head hurt.
Not only was my body sore, but my vision kept getting blurry.
I want to just collapse and fall asleep.
But that couldn’t be done.
Dahlia bit her lip so hard that it bled.
After regaining consciousness from the pain, he looked back at the woman who had barely reached his feet.
“dahlia.”
“Maya.”
The moment I saw his face, tears came out.
Was it because I felt relieved?
It was the same with Maya.
Maia also burst into tears.
“Maya, are you okay?”
Maia couldn’t answer Dahlia’s question properly.
He just came closer and hugged Dahlia tightly.
Even though it was beyond the magic barrier, I could feel the heartbeat.
I could feel the hot body temperature.
But there was no time to delay.
Dahlia’s arrival here was no mere miracle.
Because I received a call from Atalia.
“Maya, are you okay?”
“Okay, so hurry up… … .”
The Worldstone must be transferred.
Dahlia nodded and carefully put Maia down before sitting up again.
My whole body felt like it was creaking, but I forced myself to move.
But just as I took a step.
Dahlia felt one thing uneasy.
It was a sense of discomfort that could be felt because she was a trained knight.
There was no sound.
The monster I just defeated wasn’t anything special.
On the way here, Dahlia had defeated three identical monsters.
But why don’t more monsters appear?
Because there are only four monsters?
It didn’t make sense.
Even if there were really only four, some other type of monster had to appear.
Dahlia took another step.
And I could see why no more monsters appeared.
Beyond the large hole.
A one-armed man walked out.
A long blue sword hung beneath his only right arm, and his gray eyes beneath his dark blue hair were filled with emptiness.
Not human.
I knew it the moment I saw it.
And inevitably I understood.
Can’t win.
Even with the power of the magic armor and the power of the drug added, it is an opponent that cannot be dealt with.
Maia felt something similar.
“You don’t need an arm or a leg to open the door.”
Man – The moment the god spoke, a ray of light split the hallway.
And then Dahlia fell.
Both legs were cut off while the horse was still standing.
“dahlia!”
Dahlia couldn’t answer.
He was just trembling and making gasping sounds, perhaps from the shock of having his leg cut off.
Musin looked at the dahlia indifferently.
He raised his sword again, and at that moment Maia reflexively threw herself forward and hugged Dahlia.
The god didn’t care.
I just swung my sword again.
To disintegrate Maya’s body.
Although it is possible to force open the door to the room where the Worldstone is hidden, I decided that it would be better to use a key.
Maia hugged Dahlia’s body tightly.
The god of war swung his sword.
And at the same time, a gust of wind blew.
* * *
The blackest step was taken.
Towards the palace.
Towards that distant horizon.
An unknown sword master blocked Jeilgeom’s path.
It was my first time seeing you.
Perhaps he was the one who ascended to the throne as the Sword Master of a new empire after his death.
I didn’t care.
I just saw the sword.
I saw his way through the sword.
I could tell.
There was not just one path to the horizon.
Each path had its own value.
The first sword smiled and swung its sword.
I remembered the first time I held a sword in my hand.
The existence of the horizon that only a mature inspector can see when he understands the sword was known from the beginning by Jeilgeom.
That’s why I forgot.
Because I thought it was so obvious, I ended up losing my way to the horizon.
The first sword swung its sword.
There was no more temptation.
Instead of being intoxicated by the passion, he was simply absorbed in the sword.
The nameless sword master falls.
It was not a loss in a showdown between splendid and powerful swordsmen.
There was no such thing as a collision or explosion that shook the heavens and earth in the first place.
Just a sword.
The Sword Master fell to the ground with his chest cut off by a sword strike using a single iron bar.
The first one knew.
What do those who have re-established themselves on this earth desire?
What will happen to this world if they take the Worldstone they want?
I didn’t care.
I didn’t care.
I just saw the sword.
I just kept walking and walking, looking back at the horizon that I had been with my entire life.
Magic couldn’t harm the First Sword.
The bombing that came from afar was equally severe.
The first sword was approaching the black sword.
He tore apart the world and space, destroying magic.
The army blocked the first sword.
And he collapsed, covered in blood.
No matter what lay ahead, the sword would only advance straight toward the palace and the horizon.
“I can’t go any further.”
Leon and the Sword Masters of the Empire appeared.
They rushed towards the first sword at the same time.
Five to one.
But it wasn’t just one person, but five who were frozen in tension.
It was a passing grade for the Sword Masters.
Since the beginning of the history of the Empire, it has been unprecedented for five Sword Masters to have passed the test against just one opponent.
But such historicity did not guarantee results.
Swords crossed.
No, it wasn’t crossed.
The sword of the First Sword cut through the swords of the Sword Masters.
The moment swords clashed, one of countless possible futures was forced upon them.
The sword masters fell one by one.
It came crashing down like a lie.
Some lost their lives not just by losing their swords, but by having their throats cut off or their chests torn open.
Leon sat down, holding his severed arm.
The first sword saw him.
He was a man of dazzling talent.
If he trained like that, he could one day become a Grand Sword Master.
The first sword did not care.
Instead of feeling joy at having trampled on a dazzling future, I just looked straight ahead.
The palace was approaching quickly.
The horizon that had seemed so far away was also like that.
If I reach that place, if I reach Geomri, what kind of scenery will I see then?
What kind of view would it be like from there?
The blacksmith smiled and took another step forward.
And then a man stood in front of him.
It was spherical.
I knew the name of the best swordsman.
Maximilian de Avis.
The most gifted person on the continent.
That is why, just like the first sword, he lost his way to the horizon.
Perhaps the strongest card the current empire can pull out.
But Maximilian did not draw his sword.
Jeilgeom also took a comfortable stance with his sword hanging down instead of raising it.
Because I could tell the moment I saw it.
The card prepared by ‘Pleiades’ to block the first sword is not Maximilian.
“It’s different. Isn’t it?”
As if responding to the first swordsman’s words, a man appeared in front of the road that lay on the horizon.
* * *
The Black Maia of the God of War could not be harmed.
The blowing wind deflected the sword of the god of war.
It was a rough and angry wind.
And then Maia raised her head again and looked ahead.
I burst into tears at the sight of the man standing before me.
* * *
Atalia let out a ragged breath.
I was dizzy from the sudden loss of strength, but I smiled.
Those who stand in front of Musin and Jeilgeom.
Iria knew them too.
“The Sword of the Wind.”
Count Bayer.
“The Sword Saint of the Sky.”
Lucas Hresvelg.
Count Bayer unleashed the Sword of Wind.
Lucas and Jeilgeom rushed towards each other.
And at the same time.
There was someone who was advancing towards the burning royal road.
