Episode. 42 To the Southern Continent (1)
wiped the face
The facial muscles that touched my fingertips were stiff.
『Did you know that I would perish just like this?』
The voice of the sword that rode the sword, rode my hand, and reached my head was so nasty.
To the point where I would want to break a holy sword or something if I could.
But that was not possible.
“… … Albert, respond quickly.”
Did I hold the sword hilt or the straw?
Without letting go of hope, I called Albert over and over again.
[…] … .]
Damn it, there was no answer.
I gritted my teeth and looked at the blade.
My face was reflected in the pure white blade with five colors flowing.
“Where is Albert?”
This is unexpected.
It didn’t make sense for the hero Albert’s soul to be pushed back by Calgos, who had lost most of his powers.
What I was hoping for was rather the opposite.
“Where’s Albert Pighius, son of a b*tch?”
As I spit it out, Kalgoss replied.
『Knock it off.』
A disgusting burp I heard once recently.
Power came into my eyes.
“Human, is something wrong!”
He shook his head at Hurkeum, who had a serious expression on his face.
Pouring cold water on him who was cheering for his dream come true was a bad thing.
“It’s not like that. It seems that the hero’s soul has not yet awakened.”
I focused on the sword.
Fortunately, the heaviness felt in the sword showed that Albert’s soul was healthy.
“The name of the sword is… … A bad relationship would be good.”
The bad relationship between me and Calgos.
The bad relationship between Albert and Calgos.
I couldn’t think of a more fitting name than this.
Of course, the Dwarves made sad faces and shouted against the death penalty.
“hey! How did you give it that name!”
“That’s an insult to the sword!”
I shrugged.
“Are you looking at me?”
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After a brief fuss, Hurkeum and I talked about our upcoming schedule.
“Thousands of ‘good arms’ and ten thousand ‘usable arms’. How long can you give it?”
“It’s obvious, but you can’t make that much at once. I mean, I don’t have any materials. First of all, 100 bags of ‘good weapons’ and 1,000 bags of ‘usable weapons’ will be paid in advance.”
Hurkeum replied with a dying face, perhaps from fatigue.
It was the appearance of a craftsman who was literally burnt white.
“How about construction and wall repair?”
“after… … A single building could be finished quickly with ten dwarves. When the materials are ready, send people. The same goes for repairing the walls.”
“Good.”
Caang, Caang-!
I leaned my back against the tree and looked at the smithy.
There was an incessant noise.
The sound of hitting iron hard.
The iron passed through the hands of a master craftsman would be reborn as a good weapon.
‘They’re talented guys. It’s a waste to miss.’
Glancing, he looked down.
Hurkeum, who was sitting next to me, was breathing in the wind.
“Ugh… … Even if I die now, I have no regrets.”
“Why die? I want to make great things in the future.”
“That’s what you say, man.”
He grinned and looked at me.
“Thanks to you, I have experienced the height of a god. It’s a feeling you’ll never forget. After living for a long time, there will come a day when I feel grateful to humans.”
“I could have started better if you guys hadn’t tried to hit me.”
“hahahaha! Don’t get hung up on that little man!”
sssham-
Hurkeum, who got up energetically, greeted me.
Then, he looked at the ‘bad relationship’ with eyes full of affection.
Although they couldn’t get rid of Kalgos’ soul, that didn’t necessarily mean they were a failure.
The ‘evil link’ tied to my back was a very good holy sword.
“Then I will return to the royal capital. When the time comes, I will send you an article.”
I shook hands with Hurkeum and turned around.
Actually, I was in a hurry.
It was because Mary and Alan’s prayer heard not long ago was unusual.
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“Oh oh! Is that a new sword!”
What greeted me as soon as I returned to the capital was the exclamation of the Temple Knights.
Stretching ‘ho-oh’, ‘huh-!’ There was an envy that could not be hidden in the exclamation.
“The dwarves are making yours too, so look forward to it. As expected, one skill was good.”
When I gave them the good news, they burst into cheers.
It was like a child expecting a gift.
I found Mary among the knights.
Just then, she was looking at me with a hesitant face.
He has a lot to say, but he can’t bear to open his mouth because of the atmosphere around him.
“Mary, I had an ominous dream.”
I called Mary separately and threw a hwadu.
She trembled, and slowly nodded her head.
“That is… … It was a dream in which the North and South Continents were at war.”
“… … More details?”
Mary hurriedly pulled out a notebook from her bosom and handed it to her.
Opening the page folded in half, the contents of the dream were written on it.
[A fierce war, a fight between knights and wizards.]
[At the forefront of the enemy army, the flag of the Marx family is always… … .]
[The family head of Marx appears in person… … .]
[From a certain point on, Gide-sama can’t be seen in a dream… … .]
[Numerous deaths… … .]
[The cry of Saint Richard… … .]
The harshness of war was clearly contained in the handwriting.
“It’s just a dream! Don’t worry too much.”
First of all, Mary comforted me.
That must mean that my expression is not good right now.
I murmured as I returned the notebook.
“This can’t be just a dream.”
Although Mary has the qualities of a saint, not all her dreams are of the nature of wisdom.
However, dreams with details like this usually projected the future, so it was a problem that I could never overlook.
“thanks for letting me know. I am resting until I call you again.”
I let go of Mary and closed my eyes.
According to the content, it was assumed that the Marx family led the war.
was a variable.
My plan to ease the conflict between the North and the South by appointing Alan as the Saint of the South was in vain.
‘new idea.’
I saw a lot with my closed eyes.
I immediately turned my gaze to the Marx family’s fortress.
‘Alan asked for the strength to stop his father. then… … .’
The suspect was quickly narrowed down.
Without having to look at others, he put Marx’s family head in God.
A middle-aged man with long silver hair.
It was Bapel Marx, who is said to be the greatest wizard at present.
‘He’s hostile to Battenberg, but he’s not crazy enough to suddenly start a war.’
I looked closely at Bapel, who was working in the office.
It was time to see through his true nature behind his plain appearance.
The world reflected in God’s eyes stopped.
‘what… … ?!’
An ominous aura creeped up over Bafel’s body, which had stopped.
Soon, the demons that covered Baffel formed a single shape.
A huge body shimmering in pitch black.
The red eyes that I once saw through the cracks.
Those eyes were right on me.
The corner of his mouth was torn apart.
At the same time, a tremendous headache struck, and the Shinan was automatically released.
“Kuk!”
I sat down and grabbed my head.
Demon King, Skeleratus.
It was the moment when it became clear that the bastard had played a trick on Bafel.
“… … The next destination must be the Southern Continent.”
War must be stopped.
Even if it can only be stopped by killing Bafel.
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His soul has already been cut and cut countless times.
It lost its mighty power, and even its form changed into a pitiful one.
The Red Plague Giant, Calgos, could no longer be called a giant.
Still, he did not perish.
It was driven to the brink of extinction in the overflowing torrent of light, but it kept its spirit far away.
He barely survived, watching his father from within his sharp blade.
『… … .』
At some point, the father sat down and gasped for breath.
As if in deep thought, my father sat there for a while.
Kalgos licked his lips.
Now is your chance to kill your father.
Of course, if only it had the original power.
A look of undisguised regret flashed across his face.
“Prot Kingdom is making progress little by little… … .”
“What is the southern continent’s giyeon… … .”
Calgos’s ears perked up.
Even when I was inside the hundred ears, it was infinitely painful to hear my father’s voice.
But for some reason, it didn’t matter anymore.
The pain in the eyes I felt when I looked at my father did not arise.
『hehehe… … You have built me a nice house.”
Ironically, Calgos really liked this holy sword called ‘bad relationship’.
‘Bad Yeon’, the name was perfect.
because.
『Albert Pighius.』
『When I crushed you with my hands, I was very ecstatic.』
It was a situation that also worked for Calgos.
[…] … .]
A warrior who was killed while showing tolerance.
The spirit of Albert Pighius looked at him.
[Even if you end up like that, you still gnaw your teeth.]
[Why are you here?]
The calm yet heavy voice resonated only within the sword body.
In fact, everything was questionable to Albert.
Why is Calgos’ soul with him?
What was the relationship between Richard and Calgos, who had only been thought to be junior warriors?
Albert had no way of knowing.
So even when Richard was looking for him, he kept his mouth shut.
『hehehe… … .』
“It’s not like we’re talking like this.”
Calgoss clenched his fists.
Since the opponent was the warrior he had killed, it was obvious that he would rush at him, proclaiming revenge.
But it wasn’t.
[…] … I’ve wanted to talk with you for a long time.]
[I died at your hands before that happened.]
[hmm… … When I think about it, I get pissed off.]
[What kind of manners is it to attack an opponent who has drawn a sword, I want it.]
Albert’s expression was bloody as he spoke while biting his teeth, but there was no sign of murder.
Calgos’s eyes took on a mysterious light.
“My father wants my complete death.”
“If it were you, you would be able to kill me right now?”
The two souls looked at each other.
[Even during the Great War, you lived with the word father.]
[I always questioned that. Who the hell is the father you are crying out for?]
Albert’s gaze glanced at the world outside the sword body.
The figure of Richard, lost in thought, was right in front of him.
It couldn’t have been a coincidence.
[What is the identity of the author?]
[Why do you call the author father?]