The Greatest Trace (3)
There are three men dividing a fog-filled city.
The sword is at the forefront, followed by divinity and mystery.
They were three men of different ages, races, and places of origin, but their destination was the same.
It was towards the tree floating upside down in the middle of the city.
“We’ll be there in a little while!”
The baton Pierre was holding was trembling as he approached the square.
The Heretic Questioner’s baton, which rejects evil beings, had already noticed the beings in the square and was expressing wild anger.
“Then let’s start with the tree… Ugh!”
However, as the group approached the square, the sound of singing echoing through the fog became clearer.
“Ahhhh….”
The first to collapse was Nibelun.
And the next person to sit down was Vlad, who has sensitive hearing.
An ominous singing voice that could not be described in words was ringing in the ears of the two twitching ears.
‘What a damn song!’
A sound that shakes the soul.
The voice I heard was clear and made me pay attention, but the sadness and anger contained in the rhyme brought to the surface the debris that had sunk deep in my heart.
“…That won’t work!”
Priests follow the will of the same God, but walk different paths.
Pierre, the Inquisitor and exorcist, realized that he was powerless to fight against the song, and quickly began to aim his baton at the heads of Vlad and Nibelun.
“One shot will do.”
However, the moment he was about to strike down the baton, a faint singing sound came from behind Vlad.
-It’s truly beautiful. The rising morning sun.
“hmm?”
The young deacon finally came to his senses and began to sing with all his might.
It was impossible to fight back completely, but Jean’s song, which he did his best, was at least enough to protect the group.
-Blue peaks visible in the distance. The craftsmanship that my father created is deep.
A woman’s song that was strange but clearly based on a hymn.
Jean interspersed his voice with the rhyme and saved the group from the evil curse.
“…I should have raised a deacon, too.”
As Jean’s song began, Vlad and Nibelun’s hands, which had been covering their ears, began to drop.
A mind that begins to become clearer as the emotional residue slowly subsides.
The one ahead was Vlad’s sword, but this time the young deacon’s divinity was protecting them.
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“Keuuuuuu!”
Even now, false hymns continued to be heard in the Paladins’ ears.
Some paladins even burst their eardrums, but her voice actually reaches them through their souls, not their ears.
A woman who could not touch the ground was smiling as she looked at the suffering knights.
‘It’s stuck!’
Hot blood flowed from between Günther’s tightly closed lips.
A situation of dilemma where one can neither advance nor retreat.
They have always shown great power when it comes to evil beings, but this time they were completely blocked by their compatibility.
“…Everyone, listen carefully.”
Paladins hiding in a thick formation using themselves as walls.
However, I know that if I continue like this, only certain death awaits me.
Günther decided to struggle as best as he could before the moment came when he had no choice.
“I will collect it in a big way and strike it down all at once. Gather the strings of divinity and connect them to me.”
“But, Captain!”
“If anyone has to do it now, it’s me.”
The knights around him realized what Gunther was trying to do, but his will was already firmly established.
If destruction cannot be avoided, the attitude of a commander would be to at least choose the lesser evil.
“Please let at least one person survive and tell about this.”
If I can’t avoid someone else’s sacrifice, I do it.
Günther slowly raised his sword and brought it to his forehead with the stigmata.
The paladins lowered their heads as they saw him trying to become a symbol by making himself the symbol of the church.
“……is it so. “You have no choice but to do that.”
And a woman looking at Gunter from afar.
As if she had expected this from seeing Günther’s posture, she gathered the headless knights and began forming a formation.
“But no matter how much I approached him, he gave me no answer.”
She knew very well that humans, with all paths blocked, ultimately have no choice but to pray for God’s grace.
But I know because I walked it.
The fact that God’s will is too far to approach and does not answer as easily as desired.
She was a person who knew that fact better than anyone else in the world.
-Saint Loginus, commander of the heavenly army.
According to Günther’s prayer, the swords of the Paladins were pointed at each other one by one.
-I trust that you will lead the way to glory to Him.
And each person’s divinity is transmitted through the sword.
Their divinity, which contained God’s world and not their own, flowed through the sword without any difficulty and began to form a brilliant light at the tip of Gunter’s sword.
– I dedicate it. Through me. Infinite glory.
The first step toward God through sacrifice. Ain soph.
The divinity created by the Holy Knights became a shining staircase and sent Günter next to the commander of the heavenly army.
-now……!
Günther tries to escape the restraints of his body and ascend to a higher world.
I was planning to burn the evil beings with the light that would stay on the ground for a very short time.
-huh?
For a moment, a twinkling starlight appeared in his eyes.
Although it was shaking precariously in the pitch-black night sky, it was clearly a star shining brightly.
“I can’t hold on any longer! “Three are too heavy!”
“But what should I do if I go?”
There were three men swaying on the carpet.
Pierre, who is completely white, and Nibelun, who is struggling to move around while clutching the collar of the carpet.
Unlike the carpet used in the prison, it was much larger and more colorful and was gradually approaching the tree floating in the air.
Fly straight into the sky.
“…If it’s here, even if I fall, I can still reach it.”
Seeing the tree wriggling beneath his feet, Vlad quietly began to take deep breaths as if he had made up his mind.
Golden light began to flow from Vlad’s left eye as he looked down at the tree in the sky.
“going!”
“Holy shit!”
A small prayer began to flow from Pierre, who closed his eyes tightly to avoid looking down.
From Pierre to Nibelun and back to Vlad.
The three worlds, which seemed to never overlap, slowly began to lean on each other once again.
[What is the trick to a single-hit killing kill?]
“Starting with unexpectedness.”
[What about suppressing the momentum?]
Vlad quietly answers the voice’s question.
The deeper I remembered his teachings, the deeper Vlad’s golden light became.
“Gorgeously.”
[Good.]
Vlad, who had taken over the light of divinity and mystery, stepped out of the carpet.
A starlight that has nowhere to reach and begins to fall.
It didn’t start from a high place, but it was clearly a ray of light cutting through the pitch-black night sky.
“no!”
A gorgeous golden color that will grab anyone’s attention.
The woman watching from below shouted loudly in confusion, but the mystery of Nibelun had already deceived her eyes and sent a single starlight down to the ground.
“Hmm!”
I fell because I had no wings, but I was the only one who picked up the tip of my falling sword.
It started as a small sparkle, but when it met, it turned into a large cluster of lights.
The meeting of worlds was sometimes the beginning of a great struggle.
“why! Kids! why!”
Vlad’s triangular pyramid, sharpened by anger, fell towards the tree with its tentacles flailing.
A triangular pyramid on which the world of divinity and mystical swords leans.
And at the bottom of the horn was supported a white world that was more legitimate than any other world.
“Did you kill him? “You son of a b*tch!”
Because it is sharp, it cannot be stopped, and because it is just, it cannot be rejected.
Ahhh-!
Daaeaeaeaeaeeng-!
From where the knight’s sword fell, a huge wave of fog began to swirl.
The wave was so large that the bell of the bell tower next to it shook as if it would break.
For those who have a will there is a way.
Finding a way to do it instead of a reason why it couldn’t be done, the tip of Vlad’s sword pierced through the woman’s fog and dug into the tree of Yeokcheon.
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-Let’s turn, let’s turn.
-Let’s go around the matches.
-huh? What is that?
Vlad, who was slowly falling, saw pitch-black children circling a tree below.
The children who continued to circle the tree began to tilt their heads as they watched Vlad coming down through the sticky darkness.
“Are you in a dream again?”
[No, this is the world of trees.]
This time, not in Jean’s dream, but in the world of trees.
Quihano was informing us that Vlad had now fully reached the source of the curse.
“What do we do now?”
[I have to cut it down. That guy.]
There were children down there running around in circles with nowhere to get out.
The children raised their palms as if dazzled by the sight of Vlad falling.
However, all eyes were focused on the shining Vlad.
“What if I cut down the tree? “What about the kids?”
[……They will be cut down together.]
There was a reason why Vlad asked Quihano about the children.
Tree branches intertwined around the children’s ankles.
It was unfortunate, but the children’s souls were already strongly entangled in the tree’s branches.
It was a curse so strong that it was impossible to escape.
[If you don’t cut it here, the curse will continue to spread. You wouldn’t want the entire North to be like this, right?]
“……”
The tip of Vlad’s sword was shaking slightly as Quihano said that even the children should be cut down together.
“Is there any other way?”
[……Ha.]
Quihano’s sigh was deep, but Vlad was not hesitating simply out of a sense of justice.
“I didn’t come all this way for this.”
[……okay. You are right.]
Vlad is an invitee to a dream that only children can dream of.
Vlad, who could still be a boy because he dreams of becoming something, wanted to depict another possibility instead of the harsh reality.
[Then it is the last class.]
If so, I should let you know.
He said he would walk the difficult path without giving up.
[My existence is a world. It is a precious possibility that no one can replace.]
The starting point of the world begins with me.
Starting with knowing who I am.
[The sword is a brush. The colorful colors painted with a swing become a tool that expresses the person you are.]
The starting line of the world begins with the sword.
The beginning of a knight is to inform the world that I am here through the sword.
“Keuuuu!”
After dodging the wriggling tentacles, Vlad slowly raised his sword and began stabbing towards the tree in the sky.
The cut tree’s scream began to sound loudly from the tip of the sword that touched it.
[And if you have been painting your colors so far, now is the time to complete it.] If
you have created drawing paper through dots and lines, now is the time to paint your own colors there.
If I could bring out the world I drew like that, the world that was mine could become a world that everyone recognizes.
[A person who can complete their own world on top of the world. That person is called the Sword Master.]
“……!”
The words I heard were teachings, but what I felt were guidance.
Vlad followed Quihano’s words and began to turn the handle of the sword pushed into the tree with all his might.
To straighten out a world that has been turned upside down.
“Kwaaah!”
Geaaaa-!
I pity the children who burn themselves in this dark, dark world.
Even if I can’t bring them back, sending these children in the right direction is the world I envision.
Wood-dudddeuk-!
Depending on the direction Vlad turned, deeply embedded branches began to rise.
The roots that had risen to the sky began to sink.
“Hwaaaah!”
There was a gesture of Vlad trying to turn the world around through the thrust of his sword.
It was a knight’s struggle to restore the original color by scraping off the pitch-black world that the woman had painted.
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Crumbling!
Little by little, the darkness began to clear over the pitch-black sky of Moshiam.
And what arrived above were the rain clouds that were supposed to be here.
“What the heck is this…”
Gunter was wrapped in divine light, but he was not the one who shined the most here.
“no!”
The fog was being washed away with the heavy rain.
And a tree moving slowly beneath the falling rain.
“Give me back my children!”
“Now! “Everyone charge!”
It was a woman who hurriedly looked at the beast, but now the Holy Knights, who had finally seized the opportunity, were jumping in.
Gunter’s entire body was shining with divinity, as if he had never been closer to the sky than today.
The roots go to the ground and the branches go to the sky.
To where everyone belongs.
The sound of children’s laughter heading toward the sky along the slowly tilting tree began to be heard.
“…Dragon Vlad.”
Vlad’s world was being painted over the pitch-black picture drawn by the woman.
Realization of status.
A tree that Vlad had drawn began to slowly fall to the ground in Moshiam.
Because it was a more brilliant golden color than anyone else’s, it was a picture that even a white-haired man from afar could recognize.
[……Now then.]
And the greatest trace that occurred in that picture.
[The children are all asleep, so let’s talk among adults from now on.] The
sword he was holding was the sword of the World Tree, but the one drawn was a silver sword.
After falling asleep from exhaustion, someone stood up on Vlad’s behalf and was smiling.
Before he knew it, white lightning was striking the sky he had drawn on behalf of Vlad.
