The City Where the Dragon Howls (1)
Dragullia’s mansion in the capital Brigantes.
Sarnus, the dragon bloodsmith, was standing at the window, looking towards the north in the distance.
His face reflected in the window looked very gaunt, perhaps because of the white bandage around his neck.
‘……The Sword Master’s sword was drawn.’
On the day when the oath was suddenly activated, Sarnus became convinced.
The Sword Master’s sword has been pulled out somewhere in the empire right now.
Although it was only for a short time, the covenant with the Sword Master that was activated could only be connected through blood or will.
‘Are you a steel worker? Or Bayezid?’
There was no way that a successor would suddenly arise for the already dead Frausen, so the only possibility left was the Sword Master’s sword.
And according to the rumor, there was a white lightning that split the city from Moshiam, which was full of fog.
‘If I just find it and get rid of it, I will be free.’
Sarnus, who was born as a usurper but was bound by an oath and had no choice but to become a protector, was now dreaming of true freedom.
And at the end of his dream, a perfection that even dragon blood cannot hope for will be waiting.
“hmm?”
But just for a little while.
It was really only for a moment, but Sarnus could feel a tingling sensation digging into the back of his neck.
It was somewhat different from the sensations I had felt before, but it was definitely a familiar pain.
“……blood?”
A fleeting sensation that was almost like an illusion.
Sarnus, who was touching the bandage with his finger, was embarrassed when he saw the red liquid spreading on his fingertips.
“I guess the sword has already been drawn?”
A silver knight who can be chosen but has no choice but to remain silent as there is no one who can rightfully inherit his will.
However, a single drop of bright red blood was spreading across the white bandage Sarnus was wearing.
Although it was a very small trace, it clearly revealed its presence.
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Is the person in front of me a dragon or a knight?
The northern lords with their swords drawn were glaring at Vlad, who was quietly lowering his head.
The blonde knight who had been roaring wildly just a moment ago was clearly howling with the voice of a dragon.
“You have to cut it down now.”
“……for a moment.”
“Count Peter. “I know it’s disappointing, but this is for the greater good.”
“…….”
Hearing someone’s voice coming from next to him, Peter pursed his lips tightly.
He was right.
If you are where you need to be, you have to do it.
For the North, which needed to become one, Dragulia’s blood was like poison.
“But let’s wait a moment.”
However, Peter could not easily move his sword.
A young knight born in Shoara and found by Bayezid.
Peter remembered the young squire who had swung his sword countless times under the walls of Sturma.
And my son’s bright smile as he brought the servant.
“It’s moving.”
Vlad was kneeling on one knee and bowing his head.
As he slowly began to stand up, the lords’ eyes began to sharpen.
Some were already summoning auras through their closed left eyes.
“Lord Vlad…”
Alicia, who was behind the lords, looked at Vlad, who was still silent, and looked like she was about to cry.
The unexplained vibrations that still shook the ground continued to shake her anxious heart.
Rock
dust was falling from the ceiling.
Amidst the cries of the fragments shouting to quickly return to this place, Vlad quietly opened his eyes.
Vlad’s open eyes were still pale blue, but were clearly focused.
“Vlad Aureo.”
In the heavy silence, the voice of Steelworker Timur was heard from the highest position in the conference room.
Although he tried to suppress it, his voice could not help but tremble, clouding the end of Timur’s words.
“Talk to us here. Who the hell are you.”
There was a sight in Timur’s world that I saw and felt, but could not believe.
The other lords may not have known, but Timur, the keeper of the oath, saw the young dragon recognized as a knight under the shining tree.
“I am Vlad.”
How many people in this world know who I am?
But today, Vlad truly realized who he was.
Because I found my roots and what I want to become throughout my life.
“My own master. “Vlad.”
With those words, Vlad turned his head away from the borderline of becoming a noble.
Because I no longer needed my name given by others.
Exciting-!
A shining star was still floating on my chest, which I was holding with great effort.
Vlad collected the stars and quietly transferred them to the sword of the World Tree.
Seeing the light that followed the dragon’s heart, the world tree’s sword began to glow.
“Then I will do what I have to do.”
Although no one allowed it, Vlad began to go out toward the doors he had walked through.
These were the doors I had been trying to enter until now, but when Vlad turned around, he didn’t show the slightest hesitation.
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Wyverns in the sky were roaring along with the howl of the dragon sculpture.
The wyverns’ scales grew stronger as the pieces howled, no longer succumbing to arrows, and they were still driving the knights of Bastopol into a corner with their ceaseless breath.
The northern knights just gritted their teeth and fought as the dragons became more perfect as they got closer to being carved.
“Is it just this much? Rutger Bayezid!”
“…!”
Kaaaaang-!
The sword clashed with the sword, but what was heard was a sound as if something exploded.
Mirshea’s roar was echoing along with the fever spreading throughout the hallway.
“It’s almost like a waste of momentum just now!”
Mirshea was seen smiling fiercely between the swords held close together.
His blonde hair was stained here and there, as if it had been tanned, but his crazy blue eyes were still the same.
“That cheeky blow. “Why don’t you try it again?”
“As much as you want….”
The eyes of the two people were meeting beyond the sword that was crying and giggling.
The two were facing each other, throwing away their positions and the circumstances around them, and were completely focused on each other.
“…I’ll do it!”
Rutger struck the sword roughly and used the recoil to raise the sword high once again.
Rutger’s world is brought up from the deep world and exploded through a crater called anger.
The hot aura at the tip of the sword was reminiscent of lava exploding from a volcano.
‘see!’
However, Mirshea, looking at Rutger’s sword, was still smiling.
Mirshea’s sense becomes more perfect as she approaches the sculpture.
The dragon’s gaze, which could see through beings in the distance, showed Rutger exactly where he was going to strike.
Quaaaaang-!
With a loud noise, stone dust melted by the aura began to bounce.
However, what reached the tip of Rutger’s sword was nothing but empty air.
“…!”
“I told you before.”
Rutger could feel a chilling energy reaching his ears.
A voice that touched me only in passing, but pierced me sharply.
Rutger quickly began rolling down the hallway, acting on instinct rather than judgment.
“It’s too slow!”
Deeudeeudeeudeuk-!
The place where Rutger was was torn apart by Mirshea’s blow.
The wall of the hallway seems to be unable to withstand the force of the swing, and is cut down before being completely pushed away.
Rutger was heartbroken as he saw the strength that far surpassed human standards.
“…This is it.”
Mirshea was smiling as she looked at the hallway filled with pale stone dust.
My strike is incredible even if you see it in person.
The exhilarating sensation that still remained was flowing through my hands and reaching my brain.
“This was a dragon.”
I am an entity that can be felt through others who have been hurt.
Seeing Volkov and the northern knights lying in the distance, and Rutger lying down due to the wind, Mirshea was finally able to realize who he was.
I was a dragon.
A perfect being that such wretched people cannot stop.
“Let’s get this over with now. “I have nothing more to do with you.”
Just a moment ago, he was directly facing Rutger, but from the dragon’s perspective, he had suddenly become something below.
The natural instinct of a dragon is to trample on anything below me and look up.
Mirshea decided to climb Rutger’s body to meet the higher world of steel balls.
“Let’s part ways here.”
“…If you can, try it.”
Rutger quietly began to take deep breaths as he watched Mirshea prepare for the final blow.
I don’t know what happened, but the opponent is getting stronger as time goes by.
Rutger had to cut off Mirshea’s momentum before it turned into an unstoppable river.
“……”
Mirshea’s world seen through closed eyes was like a shining jewel.
His world, polished by someone, was a world that pursued perfection and did not tolerate even the slightest flaw.
Exciting-!
However, Mirshea was unable to summon her own world deep in the depths.
This is because he noticed someone running from behind Rutger at an incredibly fast speed.
“Who are you?”
A speed that even a dragon’s eyes can’t keep up with.
However, the rushing light was made of golden color and was nothing short of gorgeous.
Kaaaaang-!
Faster than the fastest dragon.
Sharper than the sharpest dragon.
“It’s Vlad of Shoara!”
A world that we finally encountered.
The two people who met each other had exactly the same blue eyes.
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Crumbling –
When the dragon met the dragon, the pieces below began to roar loudly.
Among the dragons I have ever summoned, they are the closest to perfection.
The pieces that recognized the brilliant potential were shouting to catch me quickly.
“We’re not meant to be like this.”
“Then what is our relationship?”
A sword and a sword that make a loud noise as they come into contact.
There was no gap between those trying to advance and those trying to block.
“Now you know, right? Who you are.”
Gigigigigi-!
The balance of the swords that were touching tilted greatly towards Vlad.
Because the physical strength that a dragon possesses was pushing Vlad mercilessly.
“Off…….”
[Get out quickly! You must not understand that guy according to human standards!]
The marble floor that Vlad was standing on was breaking apart mercilessly.
It was a marble that had been preserved for a long time, but it was unable to withstand the force of the pressure and was falling apart.
“Come to us. Little brother. “If you are the person you are now, you are more than qualified.”
The one that shines the brightest among the seeds my father scattered.
Mirshea’s words to come to Dragulia were clearly sincere.
In the first place, the family called Dragullia was maintained that way.
“Damn… “There it is!”
“…!”
However, Vlad became very angry at Mirshea’s words to come to Dragulia.
“You should have said that before my mom died.”
“…!”
If you guys were so proud, you should have come and extended your hand a long time ago.
When my mother died, it was so cold and she was so young that I couldn’t make her a grave.
Kkdeudeudeudeuk-!
The sword of the World Tree begins to balance again with Vlad’s anger.
Vlad’s muscles began to burst out with the force that pushed back the force.
“How can you become my older brother when you weren’t there then?”
Kwaang-!
If you are a dragon, then I am also a dragon.
Vlad accepted his identity as Dragulia with bitter memories.
Even though I hate the blood flowing inside me and want to reject it.
“Ugh!”
I knew how to wield it, but it was my first time receiving it. It was the power of a dragon.
Mirshea, who felt that intense power for the first time, was pushed towards the end of the hallway.
“Lord Rutger!”
“okay.”
There is something called an idea that is communicated even without being said.
The two made eye contact and decided to do their part through familiar experience.
“Buy us time!”
Wow!
Rutger plunged his sword into the ground, quickly closed his left eye, and fell into the deep world again.
Until I touch the world deeper than just before.
Using the time gained by Bayezid’s best dragon slayer.
“Vlad! Vlad Dragulia!”
“Don’t call me Dragullia!”
Vlad shouted loudly towards Mirshea approaching in the dark.
I admit that I was born with that blood, but I can’t bear to call myself that.
Because that’s just the name you gave me.
“Because I won’t live like you guys!”
Vlad Vlad Vlad.
Vlad, who had established the names he had obtained, began to build his world by recalling the people who helped him obtain those names.
The golden tree that Vlad created was built on the soil provided by the teachers.
“I will live as a knight, not a dragon!”
One step forward from Zayar.
The art of twisting armor is given to Justia.
The best way to rush is from Auguste.
The solid energy that surrounds my entire body belongs to Ramund.
And from now on, the technique of the single-hit killing technique is a knight among knights. From the Sword Master.
“Hwaaaah!”
With Vlad’s loud roar, the World Tree’s sword began to shine brightly.
That light was my deep world brought along by my heart that beats with the stars.
Look carefully. Yong, who am I?
I can now shine under my own name, not someone else’s name.
