82 – 27. I open my eyes again.(2)
It was dark outside even though it was time for the darkness to lift.
Are you trying to pour rain?
No. It’s early morning, so I don’t know yet.
-You’ve become a little more human now.
“… ….”
For a long time, that person has maintained an attitude of not being interested in everything in the world.
That golden girl, the demon lord’s eyes were shining as if she was a little interested.
What was it that made you so happy?
-You have a gut feeling too, right?
“… ….”
I wish I could have closed my eyes a little longer, but I had no choice but to wake up.
Because nightmares and seizures attacked at the same time.
But this time it was different from before.
The grudge that cursed with malice while begging for help.
… ‘Cause I’ve made up my mind
It is completely different from before.
It was a shattering headache and the pain all over the body disappeared as if it had been washed off.
As for the ominousness, unlike before, it hit me like it was hitting my heart.
It is a creepy feeling.
An ominous feeling, as if something would leap out of the darkness and tear at the nape of the neck at any moment.
Refresh your breathing.
This fear and anxiety came from me.
Thus, even this is the fear and anxiety that I created and embraced.
Intuition speaks.
You can’t be careful.
You have to run away right now.
You have to run away.
… Otherwise really.
Die.
I can’t turn back.
It breaks.
It’s broken.
I can’t do anything.
I’m warning you.
Sentencing comes.
That is, the feeling of fear with a clear substance.
Nevertheless, he tried to suppress his heartbeat, which was about to run out of control, with his breathing.
Also accept it innocently.
Don’t let your emotions rule you.
It’s not even about overcoming it.
It’s not that I can’t stand it.
… You can’t go against the flow.
Even though he struggles against it.
Even that is futile.
-Still, since you slept well last night, how about comforting yourself with that?
“… ….”
Unsurprisingly, this is not wrong.
That was a bit funny.
—-
Even though it was dawn, the blacksmith’s light was on, albeit a small one.
We reach the place through a village with a different atmosphere, albeit faintly covered in mist.
“Are you here?”
“…… Yes.”
The sword he laid in the corner.
He pointed to the sword in the scabbard.
First, take a look at the exterior.
There is no big difference.
A natural conclusion if it is natural.
He held a bag that was too long to hold with one hand.
Try pulling.
Because it’s tightly entwined with the scabbard, it doesn’t budge.
It is exquisite.
After that, pull the handle lightly to loosen the grip and pull it all the way.
It comes out smoothly.
“… ….”
The finish is neat and well oiled.
The point, the edge, and the surface of the sword are smooth enough to remind you of something new.
Even in the dark blacksmith’s interior, even the faintly bursting flames had a luster that could be captured by the naked eye.
Look around again.
The Fuller (血槽), which was cut in the center of the front and rear parts, was formed as it was originally formed, so as not to exaggerate.
“… ….”
The overall balance is also good.
The fact that the shape was not merely hardened by recklessly increasing the length of the iron was clearly conveyed just by the weight of the grip.
… Of course, I don’t know if I write it there that the weight is like that, but at least the appearance and grip itself were not much different from those I had held and swung before.
“How is it?”
“Enough.”
“Because it looks cumbersome to wear on the waist, it would be better to wear it on the back. My son made the shawl because he was bored, so just take it.”
“… ….”
Unlike Elhermina’s sword, it was obvious when worn around the waist.
It’s not impossible at all.
Still, I had to hang it outside the robe when I put it on my back, so that was a bit like that.
… Sincerity was ignored, so I held it in my hand and expressed my gratitude.
“Was it useless meddling?”
“… No.”
Better than nothing.
There is something I used to use, but… There is nothing to lose by adding this.
Even if you can’t wear a sword, you can wear something else.
“Just one question.”
“… Please tell me.”
Toward Kariel, who was silent as he was about to leave the smithy, he said with his back turned.
“Why didn’t you dispose of it sooner?”
“… You mean this?”
Cariel raised his sword and thought for a moment.
Why? No big deal.
It wasn’t really a big deal.
“Maybe it was because it was the first real sword I owned.”
“Is it precious?”
“No. Not at all.”
Just.
“… What my father gave me, my close sister insisted on giving it to me, saying that I should inherit it.”
It was useless at all.
Still… When she ran away from home, she didn’t have to find a sword, in a way, it might have been fortunate.
If it hadn’t been for this, she would have been captured by El Hermina, unable to resist.
I don’t feel favored by swords or anything like that.
“… At least that’s what I said as a comrade-in-arms, because this is all right now. Maybe she felt a little attached. Maybe not.”
“You talk a lot. Then it’s like that or it’s not. Why is she bothering me with her excuses?”
“… Okay. Excuse me.”
Even though it may sound very rude, Kariel didn’t sound particularly offended or offended.
Her chimi is just a sense of shame.
That’s funny.
What was she so dissatisfied with?
She was impatient.
She was not in a position to deal with tools.
What are we going to do with useless meanings and sentiments attached to it?
“Be careful.”
“Yes. I know.”
As she left the smithy, people appeared around the entrance and in the vacant lot as if she had been waiting.
“You….”
She didn’t bother to stop her steps.
“Wait a minute?”
I walk out slowly, but thanks to the open space in the yard, it takes less than five steps to reach their sight and range.
Yes or no.
Did you feel it was a threat?
She let go of the sword she was swinging reflexively, and at the same time kicked her opponent’s ankle.
She snatched her sword from it.
“What?!”
A man who suddenly fell.
He was flustered for a while.
Perhaps it was only then that he realized that his hand was empty, and with his darkened face, he glared fearfully at the knife in his other hand.
“Follow me. Then give it back.”
“What—?”
You don’t even have to run.
You don’t even have to be aware that they’re following you.
I climbed the stairs and reached the fourth floor.
Practically the top of town.
The area where the damn sword was stuck.
And at dawn, this place reminds me of a plaza.
Because it was open to a wide sense of space.
It wasn’t until then that he threw the knife away.
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As the sound of metal scattered on the ground spread shallowly, those who followed exaggeratedly moved their bodies as if they were performing a shoulder dance, biting their feet, etc.
It wasn’t even a fuss.
… Not that everyone was like that.
“After talking to that, I will leave this town.”
This is a kind of warning.
If your goal is to send them out, don’t attack them.
If you have another purpose, prepare yourself.
“You talk to the sword?”
“Are you crazy?”
Some people have ridiculed him as if he had lost his mind while being on guard.
“Conversation? Does that make sense?”
“No, isn’t it impossible if a spirit or soul dwells in the sword?”
“Is that possible?”
Weirdly, even the reactions of whether or not to believe it.
“You say it again. What and how?”
In between.
I heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.
If words could stab people, wouldn’t it be that kind of tone?
“I’ve held and shook that thing for dozens of years, but it hasn’t said a single word to me. But what? To you, like a prostitute, I suddenly spread my legs and shuddered at you, right?”
“… ….”
It was not intended.
However, I had a small expectation that he might face it at this point.
… Is it correct to say that this is expected?
“Be, Venus?”
“Heo Eok!”
Everyone gets scared and backs away.
It was as if you were wandering through the forest and witnessed a bear or a ferocious monster.
“So, are you going to vote now?”
“If you can’t pick it up anyway, wasn’t it your intention to kill or incapacitate the picker and rob him?”
“This crazy bastard? Where did you hear that?!”
“Does it matter?”
Me too.
I’m not a person with such a good personality.
Above all.
The strife that started a fight first and backed away regardless of victory or defeat.
… If you thought I’d be nice to people, you’d be wrong.
“Was it like that before? It’s something different from Grandeus’s sword.”
That’s right.
It has to be.
I pulled out the longsword I had just received from the forge from its scabbard.
“Isn’t it natural that the use varies depending on the tool?”
Forcibly holding a one-handed sword in both hands and swinging it like a two-handed sword?
I can do that. Of course I do.
But is it really necessary?
“Since you were disappointed and turned away at will, please answer my question this time.”
With the scabbard hanging from his waist, he straightened his posture.
Yes.
The first stance is the jockeying ceremony.
Para.
In a way, that posture reminds me of a cross.
Because it forms the shape of holding the grip and the hilt tightly with both hands while holding the sword straight.
Therefore.
From the other side or from the side, even when viewed from the other side.
This will look like an object and an oath or courtesy to someone.
“… ….”
You can clearly see it even if you don’t follow it with your eyes.
He must be resentful now.
But not yet.
I can say that up to this point.
… The act of showing courtesy is the way knights always behave.
But there.
Bite the right foot.
The moment the two hands holding the sword moved to the right side of the waist and solidified their posture.
He must have felt it.
I’m sure.
That’s it.
… That it is his swordsmanship.
Also, even though they chased so much.
I couldn’t reach the original.
That is the very source.
“Why are you… I guess that… You know? Why are you in that position?”
“I see you know.”
What the hell is the reason for not saying that it’s a lie or imitating something that doesn’t sound like it?
On the contrary, it was more amazing to me to be shocked while recognizing it clearly.
All I have yet to show you is the cardinal expression.
In the first place.
As long as I’m not talking nonsense that I learned from the demon king.
It’s impossible for you to find out about that fact even after you wake up dead.
It would be much more comforting to make up a lie and recite it.
Do I have any reason to do so?
From the beginning, I am.
I didn’t come swinging a sword to make someone understand.
“Did you say the other day it wasn’t fun? Then this time, on the contrary, it will be fun. I bet you.”
And.
“Because the principles of the world have the virtue of giving and receiving. I also hope that you will gain more enlightenment and more teaching than I did. Take it as my trivial reward, and accept it sweetly.”
“This bastard? Do you have a very nice personality? Where are you going to eat even the corpse of a monster?”
“Have you ever eaten?”
“What?”
“There were times when I couldn’t eat because I didn’t have it. Unlike me, you must have been happy because you grew up wealthy.”
It’s a story in a dream, but chewing on corpses and debris is not an ordinary thing.
That’s not a lie.
Did you chew because you were hungry?
No.
Chewed and chewed to kill.
I was exhausted from fighting, I was hungry, I was thirsty, I chewed, ate, and drank bodily fluids.
He chewed and swallowed a lot.
“Ha? Okay! Okay! Do you like it! Good! If you so want! Today, let’s die together!”
Before I was born.
That one walked by Grandeus.
In itself, the difference in age was solid.
On the outside, he looks like an older brother of a few years old.
By the way, what can I say?
Is that a reason not to point the sword?
A senior? Yeh?
Do you think I came here to play house?
It’s lighter than this side, but in this gloomy environment, it’s common for both sides to have darker hair.
Even the clothes were of the same color, so it seemed like there was nothing strange about them, even if they looked like members of the same class or organization.
Nevertheless, me and that are literally at the upper extremes.
The one who admired and hated Grandeus and followed after him.
… Along the damn road, whether it’s the arrangement or the guidance.
To use power as a means and to win.
I am crawling at the corner of the road.
Even though I and that seem to be standing on the same street at first glance.
Even the direction they are heading seems the same.
We are on completely different roads.
“Are you still talking?”
“Ha ha!”
It’s scary when he pulls out his sword.
The madness, madness that had been suppressed and suppressed so far explodes at once.
The guy’s two eyes.
Two eyes that were sharply split and glowed amber.
However, it was darker than burning.
It was burning fiercely, as if it were going to explode at any moment with fire and lightning.
And I, who silently face it.
His eyes and my reflection in them.
It was infinitely dark and silent.
As if.
Like the surface of a frozen lake in midwinter.
Without reflecting anything beyond that.
Is that why?
I don’t know who I am.
Still.