There is a rumor that every knight has a conversation with a sword.
They were reborn as knights by melting the radish they had accumulated throughout their lives into their swords, and it is said that they can guess what kind of life the other person lived just by bumping the sword.
And the radishes piled up like that are in full bloom through a confrontation with the same knight.
What kind of life the knight lived.
How did the article feel?
What thoughts did the article have?
Through the clash of swords and swords, you can get a glimpse of the life, heart, and thoughts of a knight.
The knights who have lived their whole lives on the battlefield use a sword technique specialized in killing and harsh.
The knights who protect the imperial family and have integrity in mind, use elegant yet gentle swordsmanship.
The Lewis family is obviously the former, and their family, who has been killing beasts for the rest of their lives, uses a heavier and harsher sword than other knights.
Therefore, Garcia chose a great sword that could easily take a life.
conquered, triumphed, conquered.
Garcia’s swordsmanship was recognized even by his own father, the head of the Lewis family.
Garcia’s swordsmanship, which will rise to the top of the family, is an enemy of defeat.
So, what kind of sword will the man in front of you use?
What kind of life do you have, so you can feel the sticky and malicious thoughts?
Garcia was so curious about what kind of life the man in front of her had lived, so she raised a wounded sword and applied for a duel.
“I’m sorry, but it’s impossible to apply for a one-on-one duel.”
However, the answer that came from the man in front of him was… rejection.
Rommel smiled and looked at Garcia, as if regretful.
There was no sneer or ridicule in his eyes, and Rommel was sincerely expressing his feelings of pity for Garcia.
“As you can see, I’m not a knight, even less a wizard. I’m not good at street fighting either. That’s all I can do.”
Rommel raised his right hand and tapped his head with his finger.
He had no talent for swords, and no talent for magic.
Abandoned by his family, he suffered all sorts of humiliation and neglect in the failing class.
However, if the value of human beings were evaluated only with swords and magic, more than half of the great men who left their names in history would have disappeared without seeing the light.
“Are you saying you won’t accept the duel that the knight officially requested?”
A cold and heavy gaze turned to Rommel.
Garcia’s energy engulfed Rommel, but Rommel just calmly began to answer Garcia’s question.
Rommel shakes his head as if he doesn’t care.
“…again, I am not a knight. Garcia. I am the commander who coordinates the army, not the unmanned man at the forefront of the battlefield.”
” ..haha, that a weak person is in the position of a commander? It is clear that the knights under his command will not admit it!”
“The force is relative, the knight speaks with a sword, and the wizard proves it with magic. Then what about the commander?”
“…what do you know, something like that. If you cut your opponent down, you win, and if you lose, you win and lose.”
“You don’t really understand the words.”
Rommel let out a small sigh, then turned around and looked into the ruins of the stronghold.
All the stones that should have been in order were damaged, and the entrance was already full.
Rommel began to put the traces of the battle swept into his eyes one by one.
It’s like he’s trying to remember exactly.
“Swords and magic are not essential for a commander. It can only be said that a commander can acquire the qualities of a commander only if he understands the war, sees through the opponent, and moves his troops flexibly.”
“Are you saying I wasn’t a true commander?”
Then, what is the sense of responsibility that you feel whenever your motives get hurt and fall?
Rather than trample the enemy with overwhelming force, what was it that you wanted to achieve victory with your motives?
What the heck was the pressure he felt during that time?
Garcia began to vomit to Rommel in front of the endless questions that were pouring out of her mind.
what the hell he is
What was the feeling you were feeling?
Garcia was looking for an answer.
“A commander who is only excellent in strength is not a commander. He is just a soldier who wields a sword quite a bit.”
“I’m not good enough as a commander, and I’m not very strong, so I’m saying that I’m a third-rate unmanned person…”
“I’ve fallen into utter self-hatred. Calm down Luis Garcia. What I’m talking about is consequentialism.”
Rommel swallowed for a moment, then began to speak.
“War is not considered because of weakness, Luis Garcia. Rather, the weak are eaten and only the strong can survive. No, only the coward can survive. War does not respect individual convenience.”
” …. “
“When you blister on your finger or miss the sword, does the enemy take care of you? Does the magic of the enemy wizard go awry because your parents at home say you are sick? You think that a soldier about to get married can avoid death by avoiding a flying arrow. One? Don’t get caught up in the expedient mindset.”
” …haha. “
“Still, I rolled my head quite a bit responsibly. Thanks to you, I was a little worried too.”
Rommel picks up the sword that fell on the floor.
The sword was full of dust, and the grip was rattling as to whether it had already been damaged, but Rommel picked up the half-broken sword nonetheless.
” …so I’m going to try to cheer up a little bit, okay?”
A worn-out sword that you don’t know who’s it belongs to.
A sword that could not withstand even a single bump and seemed to break, Rommel turned around and pointed the sword at Garcia with such a sword.
“Are you serious?”
Garcia stares at Rommel with calm eyes.
If Rommel, who can’t use swords and magic, and Garcia, who wields a great sword skillfully, have a fight, Garcia will most likely win.
There would be no way he was unaware of such a fact, but Rommel took a frigid posture with a confident expression on his face.
“I’m serious, I want to check your sword.”
” is it. “
“Yeah, I think of it as a light match.”
An outsider who never learned anything about swords.
A sloppy posture than a neighborhood kid, and a sword holding his hand.
Everything was full of loopholes.
However, the initiative has long since passed to Rommel.
By force, Garcia was far ahead, but the basic situation itself was in the hands of Rommel.
crisp.
Inside the base that has become semi-destroyed.
Sand flowed out between the collapsed stone structures and the pebbles began to tremble.
The moonlight was flowing through the cracks, and the starlight was also riding on the moonlight and engulfing the body.
Several white beams of light were revealing themselves, and they were driving away the darkness in the wide base.
And Rommel and Garcia aiming their swords at each other through countless rays of light.
“Then let’s get started.”
Garcia clasped her sword to the side and lowered her body to pose.
Conversely, Rommel grips the sword with ease and takes a stance.
The two were looking at each other, but their attitude towards the situation was different.
Garcia sincerely.
Rommel to excite to the fullest.
The two pointed their swords at each other.
” …. “
” …. “
Kwajik!
After breaking the brief silence, Garcia kicked the ground and ran to Rommel.
” ..her. “
Rommel let out a short exclamation.
Garcia’s dash…running…is not expressed in words.
Garcia’s body, which had mana on her feet and hit the ground, floated in the air for a brief moment.
Whoo!
At that moment when Garcia hit the ground, Rommel slowly lowered the sword she was holding in an oblique angle.
A terrible attack without any speculation mixed in.
It was an attack that did not need to be avoided, so Garcia pushed forward.
He said he had no talent for swords, so he had expected it to some extent…
The attack that has been launched now has been ridiculed even by the little children in the neighborhood.
Garcia frowned at Rommel, who thought of her as a toy until the very end.
The feeling of shame she had never received before expanded Garcia’s muscles, and the hand holding the sword began to gain even more strength.
however.
Whoops!
“Cuckoo!”
A spear of ice flew out of nowhere and thwarted Garcia’s attack.
” ..what? “
Only Rommel could be seen in his focused vision, but out of nowhere, an ice spear pierced Garcia’s vision.
” ..Wizard? “
Mana, an ice spear made by magic.
Garcia stopped the attack and turned to look for the wizard who threw the ice spear at him, but the wizard who hid himself in the dark did not easily show himself.
“Did you stop it?”
Rommel looked at Garcia with an expression of pure admiration.
Its appearance was like when a young child was moved by curiosity and touched this and that…
” then. “
hoo.
Previously, it was a swing that was drawn from the top right to the left, but this time it was a stab that went straight forward.
And as soon as Rommel’s attack is over, countless swords begin to appear out of nowhere.
Those who jumped out of the darkness at high speed grabbed their swords and stretched their swords towards Garcia.
Cheek!
“What the hell are you doing..!”
Garcia managed to block the attack that was pouring on her, and then slowly started to take a step back.
Seeing Garcia like that, Rommel smiled.
“Can you stop this too?”
“You mean to insult a sacred duel!”
Garcia couldn’t contain the rage that surged for a moment, so she opened her eyes and shouted at Rommel.
For Garcia, who has lived her life as a knight all her life, Rommel’s behavior right now was like trash in the back alleys.
And I’m so ashamed to think that I once thought Rommel was great… Garcia shook her hands.
“You said it was a light match.”
But Rommel looked at Garcia as if it were rather strange.
Then, slowly, he began to speak again.
“The sword is of relative value, Garcia. To you, it must be a sword as a black knight. But to me, the sword is.”
Rommel begins to raise his sword once more.
Slow but honest.
If it is long, it is a long time, if it is short, it is a short time. In it, Garcia could see Rommel smiling at her.
The raised sword begins to slowly fall once again.
Slowly, like petals falling in the wind.
Slowly falling Rommel’s sword.
tung.
A brief moment passed and Rommel’s sword reached its destination.
And at the same time, Rommel’s mouth opened once more.
“They are soldiers.”
“…crazy bastard.”
As Rommel finished speaking, Garcia could see countless swords and magic pouring towards her.
Some swung their swords.
Some swung their canes.
Some drew their bowstrings towards them.
Some… smiled at themselves.
“Hyah.. Shit.”
Rare swear words came out of Garcia’s mouth, who had hardly ever spoken a swear word in her entire life.
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＜The base has been occupied. ＞
And the long and long confrontation has finally come to an end.