Look, the dragon is chasing you (2)
Wow!
“······.”
Rutger closed his left eye deeply as he listened to the death worm’s roar echoing from afar.
To see yourself in a deeper place, to bring about a stronger and stronger world of yourself.
Rutger’s world is red.
A world filled with anger and passion like an active volcano.
“The sparkly thing on your forehead is suspicious. “I think it has something to do with magic.”
The wizard said as he came down with his exhausted body.
There is someone controlling the death worms.
Who are these people in the land of Bayezid who dare to disturb the land of my ancestors with their wicked tricks?
“······He’s coming.”
Rutger was taking in the angry world with his left eye closed.
Kaaaaaa-!
“Aaaah-!”
The boy’s eyes opened as he shouted.
At the same time, Rutger’s sword is slowly raised.
His sword was burning.
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“······!”
[I think I’m ready!]
Vlad, who was leading the Death Worm on a moonless night, felt someone’s world burning violently from afar.
“······This!”
[Temporarily expanded the world. This article is much greater than I thought.]
Vlad trembled unconsciously as he felt the force starting from Rutger.
It was rougher than any knight I had ever seen, and more than anything, it was burning hotter.
‘It’s a different level!’
Rutger’s world is seething red, as if it could swallow up his own feeble world.
As the voice judged, Rutger temporarily expanded his world through deep meditation.
It was a method that only a knight who could deeply contemplate himself could use.
One who knows who I am.
There is no one who is as firmly rooted as that.
—–!
And Death Worm, who was chasing Vlad, also noticed Rutger’s world.
No matter how ignorant there are in this room, there is no one who would not be able to notice the momentum that Rutger is giving off.
Deathworm was slowly slowing down and turning his head.
“shit!”
Realizing that Deathworm’s concentration was broken, Vlad gritted his teeth and raised his unadorned sword high.
However, the boy’s world was still only surrounded by feeble light.
Deathworm could not take his attention away from Rutger’s brilliantly burning momentum.
Purr-rrr-
“uh?”
The pitch-black guy, who understood the situation, suddenly turned and looked at Death Worm.
Vlad could only clutch his mane tightly at the sudden reversal.
[······Hey.]
“Hey dude!”
Vlad screamed at the incomprehensible behavior, but only let out an exclamation as if his voice was absurd.
The pitch-black horse continued its running momentum and quickly took a step back, glaring at Death Worm.
Vlad may not have known it, but he could see the voice.
The faint movement of fog gathering towards the jet-black guy’s forehead.
Heeeeeee-!
Vlad was left speechless by the movement of the guy who not only took a step back but also quickly shook his body from side to side to provoke Death Worm.
The pitch-black guy’s intention was successful.
The faintly shimmering fog succeeded in disturbing the Death Worm’s senses.
Wow!
Deathworm began glaring at Vlad, who was on a horse, at the movement of the guy who dared to provoke him.
There were no eyes, but it felt that way.
‘I didn’t do it!’
Vlad was taken aback as he saw the death worm rushing toward him, dripping with blood, but his intention was successful anyway.
Heeeeeee-!
The pitch-black guy howled with all his might and raised his front paws.
Receiving the blessings falling from the boy’s armor.
Collecting the auras flowing from the boy’s world.
The sparkling fog gradually began to take shape on the forehead of the jet-black guy running vigorously.
Not only in the world of voices, but also in the world of reality that everyone can see.
Now a forgotten mystery was rising again in the world’s memory.
“let’s go!”
Heeeeeee-!
The moonless night, which revealed the possibility of a unicorn, took a turn again and started running with Death Worm on its tail.
Toward the active volcano burning in front of me.
A moonless night driving with a shining boy.
There was a world expanding here too.
On the horizon where you and I meet.
I become we.
The hornless unicorn and the silent knight were becoming a little more perfect through each other’s world.
A pure white star finally rose above the pitch-black night sky.
Wow!
“Close the gap!”
“bantling! “Get out now!”
Lutgar’s knights, who had been waiting for the right moment, rushed in and began to surround both sides of the Death Worm.
Big!
Bayezid’s knights are slowly closing the gap as if strangling the Death Worm to prevent him from escaping.
With the help of the knights who brought out their own worlds, a space where Vlad could take a breather was provided.
“Lord Rutger!”
“······Good work.”
Stars and fire passed by quickly and met each other’s gaze.
Death Worm, who was opening his mouth wide to devour the boy, was taken aback when he saw the horse suddenly deviate from its path with the help of the knights.
The pitch-black horse and boy who were provoking him.
But now that they have escaped, the Death Worm is standing in front of it.
“It’s my turn.”
Rutger Bayezid.
Bayezid’s legitimate son and eldest son, the knight who is burning himself.
“This is the land of Bayezid.”
Rutger quietly spit out his anger towards the person who was leading this situation.
“It’s a land that shouldn’t be disturbed by people like you.”
Bayezid’s sword, burning red, was raised high toward the sky.
Rutger’s sword was making a strange sound and burning everything around it.
Wow!
Bright red lava exploded from deep within the soul and exploded towards this world.
Through the tip of the knight’s sword, which strikes down without the slightest hesitation.
With his sword.
The anger that forms on the sword.
And even the air that exists between Deathworm and Rutger.
Everything started to catch fire.
“So get out!”
A red flash of light shot out under the blue sky along with Rutger’s words.
The burning anger cut down the huge world with precision through the knight’s controlled movements.
Wow!
The shadow of the fallen dragon split in half and let out a mournful cry.
A young death worm’s death echoes long across the green meadows.
The sparkling thing on Death Worm’s forehead was slowly losing its shine due to the flame burning stickier than lava.
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“Ugh!”
Vlad flinched from the violent heat he felt from behind his back.
[It looks like they got rid of it.]
“······.”
A sight seen from the boy’s perspective as he looks back.
K-e-e-e-!
There was a death worm stirring its burning body.
Half of the body was already cut off, writhing helplessly on the grassland.
The acrid smell that arrived late on the wind finally reached the tip of the boy’s nose.
“······Can you do this?”
Vlad asked the voice in a dazed manner.
There was a world of knights that I had dreamed of.
However, the sight that unfolded before his eyes was bigger and more overwhelming than anything he had imagined.
Could the Knight of the Blue Moon have done this?
Can a knight like the castle wall that accepted him be able to separate the Death Worm?
Is this the true world of knights?
[······If your world is strong enough not to be shaken by anything.]
The boy was lost in deep thought as he saw a scene that went beyond common sense.
The world of knights is like a mountain that has no end.
The boy was keenly aware that he was finally at the starting line.
Rutger is kneeling on one knee with his sword in the red-hot ground.
Bayezid’s sword was smiling at the boy.
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“Welcome.”
“······.”
The appreciation is over.
Now it’s time to return to reality.
Vlad trudged along as the pitch-black guy led him and jumped off the horse’s back.
“Are you okay?”
“······I want to drink a cold beer.”
Rutger was barely able to stand up with his sword on the hot ground.
“Oh my.”
However, he must have lost his strength and fell down onto the ground.
The reward for temporarily expanding the world was now coming.
“······Keuung, won’t you catch me?”
“I’m going to die too.”
The death worm’s corpse still wriggles intermittently.
Vlad also collapsed to the ground in front of that huge thing.
Vlad lowered his head as he felt his warm buttocks.
This is not why I came on vacation.
“I heard you’re good at riding horses.”
“I wasn’t the problem.”
Rutger just smiled at the boy’s sly answer.
In order to give Vlad an opportunity to escape, the knights who had been herding the Death Worms slowly began to flock around Rutger.
“It’s quite the theme.”
“See you later.”
“Good job. boy.”
It would have been nice to say something nice, but Bayezid’s knights passed the boy, slapping his back and ruffling his hair.
“······.”
Vlad felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time as he saw the knights expressing intimacy with him without hesitation.
If you can laugh even in the harshest places, it is because of the warmth created by people.
Even in the back alleys.
And in front of the burning corpse of a death worm.
The boys and knights who faced a powerful enemy called Death Worm were like comrades in arms today.
“Lord Rutger! Are you okay!”
Other knights came running with the sound of a creaking cart.
The knights who were waiting in front, guarding the pilgrims, realized that the situation was over and led the priests towards Rutger.
“······flaw.”
Vlad smiled as he watched Priest Andrea being carried on a cart.
Because the world he protected was there.
“Vlad?”
Andrea, who was nauseating on the cart with a pale complexion, recognized Vlad and made a puzzled expression.
“yes. “Priest.”
Vlad stood up, holding his trembling thighs, and approached Andrea.
The sight of the boy moving shakily, perhaps because he was relaxed, was enough to make the priests who were embarrassed look pitiful.
“Oh… I see.”
Andrea welcomed the boy who approached her with a helpless expression with open arms.
“······Thank you for your hard work. “Thank you.”
I didn’t know the details because I was far away, but the small scars on Vlad’s face were telling.
That the boy did his best.
“Come here. Vlad of Shoara.”
Vlad closed his eyes as he hugged the priest who opened his arms towards him.
My body temperature was as warm as the sunlight on the day I announced my name in front of God.
“Oh God. “The boy who received your will here today did it of his own will, so have mercy on him…”
As he listened to Andrea reciting the prayer, Vlad finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I couldn’t protect myself from the rose’s smile.
Because the boy at that time was a weak being.
But today, the boy protected Andrea through his own choice.
The boy who protected one of the roots that made up his world was someone who deserved comfort.
Because the boy had been struggling for this moment.
The knights quietly closed their eyes as they listened to the priests’ prayers quietly echoing across the green meadows.
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Sturmah at dusk.
Ragmus opened his mouth to Peter, who was looking out the window with his back to Bayezid’s mansion.
“Count. “This is a letter sent from Dorothea through the crystal ball.”
Peter accepted the note from Ragmus with an indifferent expression and began to read it.
His jet-black eyebrows began to twitch and distort.
“······I sent it anyway.”
Letters written on small pieces of paper.
The letters contained words that conveyed ominous news.
“Is it black magic again?”
“It looks like there are some that have settled in the north.”
At Lagmus’ words, Peter turned his head and saw the red sun hanging over the castle wall.
Sturma.
A city built with the blood of Bayezid.
The walls surrounding the city were like family history.
“As the empire weakens, the cursed old things slowly rear their heads.”
“······.”
Ragmus had no answer to Peter’s lament-like words.
Time passes and times change.
And Peter Bayezid may have been the head of the family during the most turbulent period in the family’s history.
“But isn’t there some comforting news?”
“······okay. “That seed.”
Peter remembered the name in the last sentence on the note.
Vlad, the squire brought by his own son.
“I keep hearing that guy’s name these days.”
“Exceptional guys are bound to stick out no matter where they are.”
The squire who caught his attention during his sparring with the squires.
From the monster subjugation that took place last winter to the current work of the pilgrims, without that guy, Bayezid might have been in trouble.
He was an amazing guy.
“You have the right to enjoy what you deserve.”
With those words, Peter rang the small bell that was placed on his desk.
The silver bell made a clear sound and rang outside the office.
“Did you call me? “Count?”
“Call Josef.”
“All right.”
After hearing the order, the deacon left the office.
“Do you want to give permission?”
“Because I’m qualified.”
I wanted to give him a big compliment, but the outstanding servant was all Joseph’s.
Even if it was sponsored or compensated, it was only right to do it through Josef.
The blonde boy’s balls were just like Josef’s balls.
“······.”
Peter’s gaze once again landed on the castle wall outside the window.
The walls of Sturma are bathed in red at dusk.
The walls built through bloody history were unshakable.
Just like Peter, who is now standing with his back turned.
