52 – Fat Sword (5)
After walking a little further, I could see the end of the hill.
There was also a camellia tree that Isha was said to have cried over when she was young, and there was also a large rock at the end of the place she was pointing to.
It was a large rock, but it was hard to see because it was between the trees.
Even though there was no sign carved nearby, Isha easily found the rock.
As the saying goes, her memories lingered, and she masterfully navigated the path as if it were her own.
“It’s been a few years since I’ve been here, but nothing has changed here.”
A loving hand removed the vines that were tangled in the rock.
When the green stems fall, the back side of the rock is revealed.
“It seems like there is a bit more grass. “It’s grown like this.”
“There is no end to plants if you don’t take care of them. Oh, I guess this is it?”
“Yes. It was a promise to write on her back like this. “It’s a softer rock than it looks, so it’s easy to use.”
Just as Isha said, there were some letters written on the back of the rock that looked like they had been carved with a knife.
The text at the bottom was old, and the higher it went, the more it seemed to be newly written.
Is it written according to Isha’s height? It was as if Isha’s past was indirectly being read through her.
Isha says training is too difficult. Russell consoles her.
Isha’s handwriting was crooked, but Russell’s was written in hard print.
When she said she was lonely, she asked to meet tomorrow, and when she said it was her friend’s birthday, she said she would prepare a gift.
Russell appears to have been a blunt father. Just like my father did.
The letters written at the top caught the eyes of all three of us.
It was a phrase that had just been written.
– I’m sorry. You must leave Requitas.
– This father will clean everything up.
– Dig under the rock.
There was a passenger.
Somehow, Russell seemed to recall Isha’s childhood memories first.
First, we dug under the rock as Russell wrote.
There was an old wooden box buried underneath, but it didn’t look like it had been buried recently.
It was a box buried long enough to last at least five years.
“It looks like it was arranged a long time ago.”
“Dad…… Because he was a well-prepared person. “You might have wondered if something like this would happen.”
“Do you want to open it? If you don’t feel like it, you can open it when we’re not around. “I won’t force you.”
“No. “It’s okay to watch it together now.”
With Isha’s permission, the wooden box was opened.
Inside was a thick leather pouch, a map, a letter, and an old necklace.
The leather bag was filled with the most precious gold coins.
It was a lot of money that allowed him to settle down stably wherever he went.
If you use it sparingly, you can live without working for the rest of your life.
The map was drawn near Requitas, and there was a place marked in red.
It seemed difficult to check right away because it was quite far away from here.
I wondered if that might be where the information was kept, but I didn’t want to covet it.
If left alive, he would become a sword master in the future.
He is also someone who will not betray me until the last moment.
If you leave it as a good relationship, it will see the light someday.
“This necklace is a keepsake from my mother. I saw it when I was young and haven’t seen it since. “It looks like they put it somewhere like this.”
“It looks like we got along well.”
“More than my dad. I cried a lot when he passed away. “I hated my dad because he didn’t cry and just drank, but now that I think about it, I did too much.”
All fathers in the world seemed like that.
I absolutely hated showing weakness in front of my children.
On my side, her mother also grew thin at a young age, but her father never mentioned it out loud.
From what I heard, he was quite a loving wife.
That gentleman also obsessively tried to teach me only the sword.
Looking back, it seemed like he thought the sword was all he had and tried to pass it on.
Since he was a man whose sword was everything, he was trying to give me everything.
The letter Russell left contained only a concise message.
Since I put it away a long time ago, there was no need to use it for that long.
– I hoped I would never have to give you this box.
– If you still receive it, go far away.
– I hope you don’t look back.
– A father who loves you even if he is hated by you.
Isha bit her lip slightly.
Her crouching body seemed angry, or it seemed like she was holding back sadness.
Only Isha knows which one.
“What do you want to do?”
Sirien asked.
“They told me to stay away from Requitas. Do you want to do that?”
“If I want to leave, can I leave?”
“If we help you, you can get out. There’s no way a place like this is properly maintaining its walls, so if you look for it, you’ll probably find a gap or two.”
The walls of Requitas are practically in a state of disrepair.
Even the rat rats would have stopped her as they were looking for Isha, but with Sirien and I, she was able to make Isha escape.
Even if there is someone who gets in the way, I have the confidence to kill him without a sound.
Isha’s escape was also the last favor we could do.
A favor given because I don’t want to see the rat kidnapping Isha.
But that’s it. To put it bluntly, we didn’t really need Isha anymore.
After leaving this message, it was clear that Russell would not want to have any further contact with Isha.
And the meaning of ‘we will organize everything cleanly’ was very clear.
There were only two ways to clear the Crescent Gate.
Either all the rats die, or Russell dies.
There was no need to see which of the two methods was realistic.
“I…… “
* * *
First, I decided to return to my accommodation.
Now that the situation has changed, we might as well have considered finding Russell.
However, there was something to take care of before that.
Behind the small tree at the edge of this hill. A place where dark shadows gather to avoid the moonlight.
I glanced at the quiet forest, where there seemed to be no wind.
I could hear a very faint breathing sound inside.
It was a trail that followed me from the moment I left the dorm.
I was planning on killing him when I went back to report, but he kept following me, so I ignored him until now.
Now that I have to go back to the city, I thought it would be better to take off my tail.
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“Sirien. Shall we go and clean up now?”
“Then. “If we kill him here, there is no need to clean up the body.”
Permission was given.
A simple hand sign was made with one hand.
All of the sacred laws and powers I could use were simpler and clearer than Sirien’s.
Is it because the guardians of the religious order have simpler tasks than the saints?
Sirien needs to be led, but all I have to do is protect Sirien.
Like Edwin, he did not have the power to move anywhere. Because that was a power granted only within the sanctuary.
So, most of the powers I received were related to battle.
For example, the most basic thing was the power to create temporary weapons.
A little bit of divinity is leaving my body.
The vanished divinity became a silent spear in the hand. The divinity was consolidated and solidified.
I threw the spear without hesitation.
The spear that flew through the night pierced exactly one tree.
Kwasik! A very faint scream was drowned out by the plosive sound.
There are two people who followed us. On the other side, agile Inyoung chose to run away.
Sirien was in charge of that. As they had been working together for many years, not a single word was needed to divide the roles.
A clumsy ax landed squarely in the back of the fugitive’s head.
It was a workmanship that aroused admiration every time I saw it.
“How do I fly that well?”
“You could just throw it.”
“Tsk. “This is what geniuses are.”
The talent discovered in the forest was put to good use in Sirien’s hands.
After I had some free time, I tried many memorized weapons such as daggers, spears, and daggers, but Sirien especially liked the axe.
Does an ax fit the hand best? There was nothing I could do about it.
The ax that Sirien uses now is the starting point of the disputed area. It was made in the forge of Baron Isquente, and it was so sacred that it was now almost a holy relic.
The ax that pulled itself out of the corpse returned to Sirien’s hand.
The buried blood seeped into the inside of the axe.
I was shocked when I saw that.
“What is that? “Why do you suck blood?”
When I bought it, it was definitely an ordinary axe.
It was made of steel and wood, and there was no strange magic attached to it.
The only thing that changed from when I first purchased it was that it contained a lot of divinity.
The sight of an ax sucking and drinking blood was an incomprehensible sight.
“If you do this, even damaged blades will be restored. “How about it, convenient?”
“Oh, that’s right. …… It looks comfortable. “It looks a bit like that.”
“Why, I think it’s cute.”
Of course, it didn’t look cute either. It just looks like an axe.
A hatchet with a large blade attached to a handle short enough to be used with one hand.
I felt a sense of crisis about Sirien’s taste.
It looks like he spent too much time on the battlefield.
Shouldn’t we change our tastes to be a little more girlish?
From now on, I will often give gifts like flowers or dolls.
We checked Mihaeng’s body, but as expected, there was nothing special.
Because it was a follow-up that happened not long after I met Milan.
However, I had a rough idea of how we were going to get out from the other side.
Two of them joined, and they were killed.
Since no one came back, you probably don’t know if we had Isha with us.
Even if I knew, it didn’t matter.
Even if Millen doesn’t bring Kirux’s colleagues, we can find them.
I just wanted to relieve my hands a little. It’s time to clean up this city and leave.
Sirien and I returned to the dorm alone.