Towards unfinished duties (1)
Last night was a very difficult day.
The ground was shaking under my feet and the wyverns were howling in the sky.
But even if there are nightmarish nights, today’s sun will rise without fail.
As dawn broke from the white plains in the distance, the residents of Bastopol began to crane their heads toward the now quiet city.
“…I definitely should have killed him then.”
“Iknow, right.”
“It’s because you don’t drive properly.”
“is it so. “I guess so.”
As the rising morning sun clears the darkness, the first thing you see is the ruined castle walls and city.
Among them, Rutger and Vlad were lying in the most messed up place.
Today’s sun was shining on the two, who were lowering their heads as if they had exhausted all their strength.
“Still, it felt good to get a kick out of that guy.”
“…….”
Vlad, who was listening to Rutger, turned his head and looked at the place where the castle wall was.
A deep and huge crack.
The crack that started from the mansion reached exactly up to the walls of Bastopol.
“It must have been good.”
Vlad nodded as he looked at Rutger’s sword blade, which was refreshingly drawn out.
In fact, if the anger was vented to that level, anyone would have no choice but to be satisfied.
“Are you going to Sturmah now?”
“yes.”
“To see Josef?”
“……yes.”
A knight who has now stood up in his own name.
Vlad was a free man who no longer belonged anywhere, but that was why he decided to leave to do what he wanted to do.
Because I thought there was still something I couldn’t do for the person who first recognized me.
“We had a good sum yesterday. yes?”
“I heard you didn’t drive properly earlier.”
Vlad, who knew what Rutger was trying to say, casually tapped a nearby stone with his foot.
I couldn’t see him because I was turning my head, but Rutger might be looking sad right now.
“okay. “Take care of yourself.”
“Aren’t you going together?”
When Vlad asked if he would like to go to Sturma with him, Rutger shrugged his shoulders and continued talking as if it was no big deal.
“Because the mother there is not my mother.”
“…….”
“Neither you nor I have any family to rely on.”
Rutger got up as if it was time to get up, playfully ruffled Vlad’s hair, and walked towards the mansion.
Rutger’s world is like a volcano.
Watching his back trudging along, Vlad seemed to be able to understand a little why the anger in his soul was so strong.
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A canyon that can be reached only after crossing a pure white snow field.
The crowd gathered there had their heads down and were at a loss for words.
“What is the damage?”
“A total of four Wyverns were shot down during the operation.”
“What about the knights?”
“…….”
Mirshea, who was leaning against the cliff, understood the adjutant’s silence.
Even at first glance, half of the articles are invisible.
Mirshea was overcome by the bitterness of losing the elites she had selected and selected.
“I should have brought Deathworm instead.”
50 elite knights for the 10th Wyvern.
It was a surprise attack using the sky, which the northern knights could not reach, and a plan using the dragon that became more perfect as it got closer to the sculpture.
However, even though it was carried out with the full support of the Dragon Blood Duke and even took advantage of Ganja within the city, what we see now is nothing more than a miserable failure.
“You said young Ravnoma is still in Shoara?”
“There was a telegram saying that they had just departed for Sturmah…”
Not all plans could be perfect, but Mirshea was not one to tolerate such variables.
So, although we were very careful, the problem ended up coming from a completely different place.
“Even without young Ravnoma, the covenant was transferred…”
Sarnus Dragulia, the oldest dragon, was the one who had watched the scene since the seal to contain the pieces was created.
He knew very well that the guardian of the oath could not be changed without the Sword Master’s permission, but in reality, the oath was moved from Ravnoma to Bayezid, and it ended up failing now.
Even if only Ravnoma’s ship had been rampaged as originally planned, Mirshea and the Wyverns would not have retreated so easily.
‘…It wasn’t the Sword Master’s sword.’
Mirshea was able to realize this failure by reviewing it.
The sword master’s energy that my father felt in the north was not just a trace of the sword.
The fact is that somewhere in the North, there is someone who has inherited his bloodline or will.
“…It’s ridiculous.”
Even the courtier searched desperately but couldn’t find it, but it probably wasn’t a bloodline.
If so, it would mean that he was a former person who inherited his will, but Mirshea, whose thoughts had reached that point, ended up laughing while imagining an impossible possibility.
“What doesn’t make sense? “Captain?”
“no.”
I guess not.
A knight who was born as a dragon and carried on the will of the Sword Master.
There can be no such contradictory being in this world.
“Collect the wounded. “I’m going back.”
“All right. “Captain.”
After giving the command, Mirshea looked down at her charred palms.
A pitch-black scar left over the word perfection.
Mirshea, clutching both hands tightly, engraved a name that must not be forgotten along with the scar in her heart.
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Inside the ruined mansion, Timur and Peter were drinking tea.
Although it was a meeting between a noble duke and an earl, the atmosphere was very peaceful and seemed familiar.
“Everything collapsed and there was no alcohol to serve. “At least I finally found the car.”
“what. “This much is enough.”
Peter, holding the teacup, shrugged his shoulders as if he understood Timur’s difficulties.
Is it because he is in front of his old friend, Cheolgong?
He looks somewhat relaxed and resembles Rutger when he smiles and Josef when he drinks tea.
“In a way, it’s a good thing. “Through this incident, we will be able to unite firmly.”
There was an unfortunate incident, but thanks to it, the Northern Conference was able to end successfully.
In order to unite as one, nothing is more effective than an external threat.
“I can see it in front of me.”
Timur nodded the tip of his chin as if to look over there.
Peter, who was drinking tea, watched the procession leaving the castle gate through the half-broken window.
It was a group of lords returning to their respective territories after a meeting.
“The destination is the same, but why don’t we leave together?”
“There is no need to stimulate the dragon’s blood.”
Peter recognized the blonde knight leaving the crowd.
The knight leaving on the black horse was probably heading to his territory, Sturm.
“From now on, the dragon fragment will be sealed in Sturma.”
A knight who was born as a dragon but chose to fight against the dragon.
Peter smiled faintly as he looked at the small flag passing by the castle gate in the distance.
That flag hanging behind the black horse was definitely made by my wife.
“Anyway, what about your second son? “I understand that the next head of the family has already been decided.”
Peter did not answer Timur’s question right away.
He just tilted his empty teacup and made a bitter expression.
“…There is something I want to do until the end.”
There may not be a finger that doesn’t hurt when bitten, but there are probably some that are especially sore.
For Peter, that finger was Josef, and that is why he could not refuse his wish to burn it until the end.
“Even though he could use a little rest now.”
I just hope that the blonde knight who leaves the city and reaches you now will find comfort.
Peter’s last sip was spent like that.
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Long ago, our ancestors made a promise to a man.
Let us stand under one banner to drive out the most perfect dragon.
The promise at that time was true and honorable, and we, the lords of the North, have still tried to keep that promise.
But what about the current empire?
Do you remember the promise we made back then to become one?
Do you remember the city that protected human pride until the end?
Is the current emperor truly qualified to carry on the promise of the founding king?
That is why we decide here.
I will no longer follow the orders of the empire that broke its promise to the North through discrimination and contempt.
From now on, we will not recognize the emperor born through false blood.
The founding king and great sword master.
Until the rightful successor to Quijano Frausen, who slayed the most perfect dragon, emerges, the North will stand solely in its name.
This is the resolution of the seven northern lords to the empire.
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A deep forest in the east.
There was a deep and wide forest that did not allow human access.
Aushurin, a forest where there is a young world tree and the young spirits that the world tree embraces.
But now the forest was frozen with tension, as if a knife had touched it.
“…Step back. “Everyone, get back now.”
All the elves of the village were gathered in front of the young world tree.
The atmosphere felt as if anything could be cut down due to the elves’ fierceness.
This time, the elves’ will to protect the World Tree at any cost was clear.
“But, Elder.”
“It’s a revelation.”
Now, in front of the World Tree, there were strange beings covered in black.
All of them, including human monsters, were headless and did not say anything, but they were polluting the elf forest with their mere presence.
“No matter how much it is a revelation from a priestess, are you really going to hand over the Sword Master’s sword? To that sinister human?”
“No way!”
The elves looked like they were going to rush at the man in front of them at any moment, but Elder Geronimo was holding back their clash.
‘…Why did you come back like that?’
It was a man he had seen as a child hundreds of years ago, but Geronimo clearly remembered it.
The clothes he is wearing are worn out, and his hair color is faded gray.
Even the look in his eyes was as old as a corpse.
Seeing him, who was a great man, but returned in such a shabby state, Geronimo felt a sense of confusion that could not be described in words.
“…Everyone, please get out of the way.”
At that moment, there was a voice coming from behind the elves who were chattering loudly.
The sound was not loud, but the voice that resonated with everyone flowed according to the will of the World Tree.
“Mistress!”
“It’s not possible! Just that sword!”
Although it was winter, the goddess of the World Tree was wearing only a thin cloth.
The priestess’s eyes were fluttering as if they were about to spill out as she looked at the scene she had seen in her dream.
“Please make way. everyone.”
Get out of the way or everyone here will die.
Because I saw it in a dream and the World Tree warned me that it would happen.
The ominous woman, who was still looking up at the World Tree, was smiling at the young spirits playing there.
“Take it. “Because you are the original owner.”
“……”
The world tree priestess, holding the silver knight beautifully with both hands, looked at the man in front of her with an expression as if she was about to cry.
When a priest cries, it means that the world tree cries.
Even though it was the middle of winter, the still green leaves of the World Tree were blowing in the wind.
“Can you hear? The sword is crying at the sight of you right now.”
Despite the priestess’ crying voice, the man just picked up the sword master’s sword with an expressionless expression.
His appearance, creaking like an old device, seemed somehow pathetic.
“…It doesn’t matter if you can’t hear me.”
As the priestess said, the silver knight was crying sadly as he saw his master return in a shabby appearance to fulfill his unfulfilled duties.
However, as he held the sword, he remained indifferent as if he did not hear any sound.
“Because this time we have to kill all the dragons.”
There was a great dragon slayer who killed the most perfect dragon.
His name is Quijano Frausen.
However, now that he was completely dry, he was a person who forgot the names in front of him and remembered only his duty.
