Springtime(4)
The white dust disappeared from the road, and pale pink petals were spread. It was a spectacle that can only be seen in spring.
Due to the chaotic atmosphere and the epidemic that spread within the empire, the opening and admissions of the academy had been delayed a bit.
Of course, Trina, the door to the academy that welcomes new students, is not fully opened either.
It simply provides a place for those who remain unwilling to return home.
And the place where Agnes and I were walking was also a place if it was a place.
A forest extending northward, not inside the academy.
A neat trail that someone made there.
It was definitely a beautiful landscape. Cherry blossoms, which can only be seen in spring, bloom brightly and fall to the ground.
Cherry blossoms brightly decorate the promenade, which used to maintain a rough and consistent color.
Despite falling to the ground and dying, the cherry blossoms do not lose their beauty, but rather complete their beauty.
Agnes shed exclamations when he saw it.
“It’s pretty.”
I also admired myself. It was a scene I had seen several times before Bing, but I did not get tired of it at all.
Rather, the more you look, the more spectacular it is.
The trail was longer than expected. If you walk without running, it would take 30 minutes to an hour.
Nevertheless, Agnes chose that path. I also did not reject the path.
It was partly because of the lake spread out to the left of the promenade, and partly because of the cherry blossom trees that spread in the middle.
“Deron.”
It was because they needed a place to talk for a long time.
“Tell me.”
“I have a few questions for you.”
When you step on it, footprints are left behind. Cherry blossoms gently descend into the traces. Agnes’s troubles came in the midst of such moments.
“Why have you been helping me all this time?”
**
Agnes was curious. Why did Deron help and support her so much?
Objectively, she was an idiot who used both magic and sword erratically.
Moreover, because he was a fallen nobleman, he entered the academy with the last name of Bavaria hidden.
It means that there is absolutely no reason for Deron to help.
Deron stared at Agnes for a moment and then asked.
“That’s a pathetic question.”
“I want you to answer even a pathetic question.”
I wanted to hear why. Why did a man named Deron Phylasia help him?
Agnes stopped walking. As if I didn’t want to go first if I didn’t listen to Deron’s answer.
Deron took a deep breath and said.
“Let’s walk for now. Only in front of me.”
There was an empty square in the middle of the promenade. It was clear that it was a resting place, as it was spacious and the chairs were placed in the middle.
Agnes stopped on the spot and turned around. Her hair fluttered and covered her face for a while.
Seeing Agnes again, his expression was full of curiosity.
‘Why are you here?’
There is no reason to come all the way here to give you an answer. You just need to open your mouth.
But Deron has come this far. Is there anything more you can tell me other than simply opening your mouth?
Agnes thought so.
“Are you telling me now?”
“……”
Deron slowly grabbed the sword instead of answering her question. Aarondite cried out for immediate removal even from within the scabbard.
Agnes also reflexively grabbed the sword.
But before she draws out her sword, exactly half a beat first.
The sword in his hand began to draw soft curves like an illusion.
A curve so beautiful that Agnes put the sword down and stared blankly.
‘That… what?’
Agnes felt his soul draining away. If you have ever touched a sword, it was a sword that had no choice but to do so.
The neatly pulled out sword drew the most beautiful curves I had never seen before.
No matter how much Agnes is a magic swordsman, even if he uses magic and sword together, he is the one who has set foot in martial arts in the end.
Even now, while still using the sword, there was no way I could not help but admire that artistic line.
Agnes opened his mouth wide as he watched the uninterrupted blow.
A sword close to perfection.
Deron, who unfolded such a sword, looked at the sword calmly and asked.
“What did you see?”
Agnes pondered for a moment at his question of what he had seen.
So many things were contained in that sword.
Simply put, a line, a circle made of that line. It is the perfect circle.
What Agnes’ eyes saw was the ultimate sword. Deron Phylasia. A swordsmanship unfolded by a person with such monstrous talent.
she said in a trembling voice.
“wall.”
“wall?”
“A wall that must one day be broken.”
His eyes trembled, and Agnes said so while questioning his own question.
That makes Deron laugh.
“That answer is why I helped you.”
“…?”
“Because I called this sword the wall I must reach someday.”
Agnes sighed briefly, as if he had finally understood.
What Deron wants is not simply admiration, but the will to reach out to what he has shown. He wanted to set a goal.
It’s not difficult to set goals. And also running towards that goal. Even if you put effort in the process, it’s what you wanted.
The really difficult thing is not to despair and not to be crushed, even when your goal is so far away.
In that sense, Agnes, who did not despair even after seeing the goal he had to pursue, could be called a passing point.
“Anyone can say that they believe in themselves.”
Aura slowly blooms from Deron’s sword. Agnes gulped his saliva in the fierce sword.
“But in the midst of endless doubts and distrust, to ignore other options and trust me.”
A slam with an auror.
How much is contained in that simple posture.
And even though it contains so much, why does the sword approach the goal without a series of processes?
“It’s probably hard work.”
A black aura remained like a remnant where Deron struck.
Only the remnants can tell how neatly the sword strike was accomplished.
Deron looked at the remnants, clicked his tongue once, and took a stance.
“How are you? Can you firmly establish yourself without falling down in front of a huge wall?”
Aarondite turns to her. Agnes slowly pulled out a sword and opened his mouth.
“Aim for you, until someday you surpass it. Until then, I have no intention of breaking down.”
“is it.”
The atmosphere changes. What makes my body tremble is the life that Deron exudes. Jeolyeong cried out in front of that vicious energy.
it’s a monster Her senses say so.
A cold sweat forms on Agnes’ hands. It was because of Deron’s gaze turned to her. A man who is more arrogant because he trusts himself more than anyone else.
But no one criticizes Deron for being arrogant.
Because it proves itself.
Believing in yourself also means that eventually there will come a time when you have to prove it.
Whether it breaks or bends at that moment ultimately depends on your own strength.
Even in that respect, Deron always proved himself.
To the extent that there was no disagreement with the judgment made in the Morax subjugation battle, the fact that Professor Akdin recognized him and entrusted him to the end for the performance that saved thousands of soldiers in Winter Castle.
“Going upwards. In the end, it means trampling on someone and climbing up.”
Agnes also agreed. Right now, she doesn’t know how many people she has trampled up.
The rare talent of a magic swordsman may have destroyed dozens or even hundreds of efforts.
Agnes never regretted that fact.
“And, there is always someone behind me. Something that would kill me at any moment if I didn’t climb up.”
And in front of her is the person who slaughtered more efforts than her.
Deron Phylasia.
What was it that made him so pursued and capable of showing his talent?
Agnes could barely guess.
deadline.
An unknown disease bound to Deron’s body.
It was not clear whether it was a disease, but it was clear that it was still eating away at Deron’s body.
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Just as her family’s downfall and lack were the catalyst. Deron went up to extend his short lifespan.
“Did you say you were going to target me?”
Agnes nodded. As long as he raised himself, Agnes judged that it was the only way to repay the help.
Deron smiled and continued.
“Maybe it can be reached. But, the question is when that moment is.”
“In front of you, I will surpass you.”
“If you can.”
chest killing.
A sword that has become so cruel that it cannot be compared with the winter castle tears the air.
Deron’s body moved slowly, and then it took over.
“But it is still a long way off.”
I know.
Swallowing that fact inside, Agnes moved on. Using rapid magic, her new model, which was shot, headed to Deron.
before he dies due to an expiration date.
certainly.
Agnes finally gave up on that thought.
Because it wasn’t polite to the opponent in front of you.
**
“Ugh.”
Feet protrude from the wagon and hit the floor. The light footsteps are so refreshing.
“Ughhhh!”
Rebecca got off the carriage and stretched lightly. After being in the wagon for a long time, I couldn’t stand the tingling of moths.
You could get off halfway and take a break, but Rebecca didn’t.
It was because I had to meet Deron as soon as possible.
I don’t know, but as long as his left arm has been cut off, he won’t be in good shape. Still, there was a possibility that his condition would have gotten worse because he had even bled to the end of his body.
Rebecca looked at the cross in her hand.
It was a sacred item of the church. It was an item received from the Pope in exchange for quieting rumors about Bishop Ifelsio.
“If only I had this… .”
There was no need to go through the humiliation of the last time. Succubus Queen and Devron. Reminds me of what happened in front of the two of them without being able to deal with anything.
“Do you know where Deron Phylasia is?”
The saint found Deron.
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