I can feel the wind blowing through the man’s hair
carrying the black thunderbolt .
It seems as if the smell of green grass is coming from the floor where I am sitting.
Although it was difficult to see even an inch ahead in the room due to the thick smoke, Vlad somehow felt as if he was sitting in the middle of the forest.
“Tell me. A child of the Burgundian people. “Why did that dragon come to me now?”
Although the godmother blocked Sarnus’ gaze through a mysterious act, she still limited Vlad’s remarks as if she did not feel reassured.
Because she had lived so long and experienced so much, she was already well aware of the dragons’ obsession with perfection.
“So, the reason Vlad came all the way here…”
Vlad nodded silently as he looked at Nibelun, who turned his head towards him as if asking if he could speak.
Although he did not share it with Radu and Pierre, Nibelun had already heard about Vlad’s general goal.
“You have come to save a very old mystery. “It is a mystery that the Luga family has harbored for a long time.”
“What mystery?”
Although it was Vlad’s situation, it was also Nibelun’s purpose.
The wizard who had been wandering in search of forgotten mysteries was suddenly looking at the old woman with sparkling eyes.
“A mystery so strong that it can harm even the most perfect being.”
There was a story that had been told so long ago that it could now be considered a legend.
Some would dismiss it as a story only children would hear, but now Nibelun could see that the story was not just nonsense.
“The mystery of killing the most perfect dragon back in the day.”
The mystery that killed the most perfect dragon.
The magic of the beastmen spread like poison and went through the sword master’s sword, stopping the heart of the most perfect dragon.
The Luga family’s godmother’s eyes widened as she saw the unfamiliar guests asking about the old mystery.
“…Now that I look at them, I see that they were just children who followed absurd old stories. “The oldest dragon.”
Was it because it was a completely unexpected answer?
Nibelun’s eyes were shining seriously, but the godmother who was facing those eyes just laughed as if she was dumbfounded.
The smile, which seemed benevolent, was so natural that even Nibelun, who spoke on his behalf, felt ashamed of his actions.
“The mystery of killing the most perfect dragon. There is no such thing. “Those are just fairy tales for children.”
However, Nibelun did not notice.
The breathing sound of the old woman exhaling cigarette smoke has become more diligent.
The blue eyes of Vlad, who was sitting behind, were shining as he watched the godmother trying to spit out mysteries with her shrunken lungs.
“You know.”
“…I told you not to open your mouth.”
“That’s not a fairy tale.”
“I told you not to talk!”
Sigh-!
As Vlad continued to open his mouth, the godmother was shocked and sprayed water on the firewood that was burning.
With a hurried gesture, as if afraid of something.
With the loud sound of boiling water, steam began to fill the room
.
Even Nibelun, who had always been carefree, began to panic as the air in the room had become completely stale.
“You damn b*stard. “You just come up with nonsense and cause trouble.”
“It’s not nonsense. “It’s true that a magician from the Luga tribe engraved the sword master’s sword.”
“How dare you be so sure that what I say is wrong? Among those walking the earth now, the only one who remembers what happened back then is Sarnus the Dragon Blood Lord!”
The reason the godmother of the Luga family is trying so hard to deny the truth of the past is probably because of the children who are still playing outside.
Sarnus, the oldest dragon of this era, dreamed of becoming the most perfect dragon of the past.
If he learns that the Luga tribe harbors a mystery that could threaten him, no one can guarantee the future of the tribe, which is still in jeopardy.
“…Dragon Blood Ball is not the only person who remembers events from the distant past.”
A deep and dense silence follows the godmother’s roar that is like a thunderbolt
.
However, Vlad just quietly held out his sword even as he looked at his godmother who was glaring at him as if she were going to kill him.
Not with a sharp threat, but with a hand gesture that seems to just ask you to look here.
“The being within me is also the person who watched that moment.”
The silver light of the dragon slayer sword shines softly along with the light of the crackling firewood.
At the end of the light, which even the fog that filled the room could not hide, were Vlad’s blue eyes.
“He said he would like me to engrave the original engraving on my sword again.”
Following the silver path established, into the blue eyes of Vlad.
Vlad’s world, which was completely unwavering because he was telling the truth and not lies, was as clear as a calm lake, so it was no problem for the godmother of the Luga family to look into it.
“……oh my god.”
And the godmother was able to face the man looking at her from the deepest bottom of the lake.
A tall man with brown hair.
It was so deep that he couldn’t even hear his voice, but the silver memory he lifted up clearly had the imprint of the old Luga family he knew engraved on it.
“This is ridiculous.”
A mystery created to tarnish perfection.
That magic, which should rather be called a curse, was clearly a technique that had only been performed once in the history of the Luga family, and it was also an imprint drawn on only one person.
What he is holding is a silver sword.
The person holding it is the Sword Master.
However, the blood you are born with is dragon blood.
Looking at Vlad, who had escaped from the blue lake and now faced him in reality, the godmother of the Luga family was able to realize what kind of being she was now facing.
“Ah…”
The name she had been afraid of came out of the godmother’s mouth as she looked at Vlad as if she had finally recognized him.
It was a name so old that no one speaks of it anymore, like a sword master who no longer exists.
“The most perfect dragon.”
The only way to break the perfection that stands alone is to pollute the pure world of that perfection.
In order to tarnish that purity, the Sword Master of long ago decided to add an impurity that would not be easily erased into the most perfect world of dragons.
Riding on the engraved engravings of the Luga family along the deeply embedded silver knight.
The name of the impurity introduced into the perfect world of dragons was none other than the honorable knight Quihano.
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That day was a day when the sun was hidden.
The sun, now only a faint golden ring left behind by the rising moon, was losing its light like a withering flower.
“…Kihano. “You ended up here.”
Bright red blood is flowing along the sword inserted into the heart.
However, no matter how red the flowing blood is, it cannot compare to the countless amounts of blood flowing here now.
“Did you sacrifice everyone for this moment?”
“…It wasn’t a sacrifice.”
Even now, there were corpses lying helpless on the hill.
The corpses cooling coldly behind Quijano’s back were his subordinates and colleagues who had been screaming wildly just a moment ago.
“They chose it.”
Humans, elves, dwarves, and even beastmen.
Thanks to their sacrifice, which can no longer happen again, Quijano was finally able to reach this moment.
Thanks to the path they opened, the duelist carrying the fate of the world was finally able to plunge his sword into the heart of the most perfect dragon.
“…I am immortal because I am perfect. “Your sacrifice is just a one-night dream to me.”
Even though the sword was stuck in his own heart, the most perfect dragon ended up in a complete mess and was stroking Quihano as if he felt sorry for him.
As the blood on his face was erased every time a thin finger passed by, Quijano’s expression, which had been hidden until now, was gradually revealed.
“That’s why I prepared it. “The current sword.”
Hum,
the silver knight that was inserted was crying.
As I felt my owner being torn apart more and more as the tears flowed down with blood.
The crack in the world that started from deep within the soul had an echo so huge and devastating that even the silver knight who was in contact with it felt pain.
“You will never be more perfect. Because I, who followed you far into the future, will tear you apart again.”
The engraving on the sword was shining along with Quihano’s words.
With a gloomy light that did not match the silver light of the sword.
The black lightning symbol engraved on the engraving was slowly glowing, injecting deadly poison into the heart of the most perfect dragon.
“My name to you is Kihano. Duelist Quihano.”
Sending myself to your perfect world.
Towards a place so deep that you can never shake it off again.
The most perfect dragon looked surprised as he felt Quijano’s world delving into his own.
“The tip of the knife is cold.”
“…….”
“My eyelids keep getting heavy.”
“…Stop sleeping.”
Kihano’s head was gradually falling down as if he was losing strength.
“Because when you wake up again, you won’t be yourself.”
“Tell me one last thing before I fall asleep.”
The most perfect dragon asked, holding onto Quihano’s head as it gradually descended.
“What did you think of me when you saw me?”
A dragon that is perfect and can embrace all aspects of the world.
The most perfect dragon, who was desire for some, anger for others, and fear for others, wanted to know what he looked like to Quijano one last time.
“…I won’t tell you forever.”
Suddenly-!
However, Quijano did not give the final answer that the most perfect dragon wanted.
I simply pushed the sword I was holding towards the dragon’s heart.
The world called Kihano that fell away with him began to fall into the most perfect dragon world through the tip of the silver sword.
“Kihano-! no!”
Sarnus, caught by a leash, was crying at the bottom of the hill, watching the last trembles of the most perfect dragon.
However, his cry was shattered like an unfulfilled dream and only hovered over the deserted hill.
Even though countless people climbed up this hill where the sun was fading, only two people remained.
No, only one and half.
Frausen, with an empty expression, was looking down at the most perfect dragon, who was now deeply asleep, and was raising his head towards the rising sun again.
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There was a boy lying on the mud.
The name of the child who was cold on the street but no one approached him was Vlad.
“Why did that guy suddenly collapse?”
“No, lightning struck in the dry sky.”
The crowd of people was buzzing.
I could only cower, not daring to approach the strange phenomenon I had never seen before.
“But wasn’t the color of the lightning just black?”
“therefore. “Maybe you’ve been cursed.”
It is said that that day, the boy was struck by lightning and collapsed.
They said it was a black thunderbolt that looked ominous.
[…….]
The boy’s blue eyes were still half-open, probably surprised by the sudden shock.
What those eyes contained even at the moment of collapse was the image of an unadorned sword that was the only thing shining in the back alley.
The appearance of an unadorned sword that was shining even though it was not hanging high up.
The day that the boy who was never perfect was struck by black lightning was the day he held a small star in his heart.
