720 – 8. Last Words (94)
The snowstorm that covered the academy showed no sign of leaving.
I even felt like I was stuffed in an eternal winter, like a snow field in a marble. Originally, this place was filled with silence, like a corpse losing body heat about to die.
The incident came suddenly. As always, like an uninvited guest.
The conference room was cluttered.
“Sir Ian, Sir Ian!”
The man opened his eyes without saying a word.
My head is heavy and my senses are dull. It was evidence that a fierce battle was still going on in the subconscious.
A faint, bright light leaks through the pupil.
“You need to go right away.”
An unknown knight was talking to the man.
This is the office.
Did you close your eyes for a moment?
Thinking like that, the man slowly got up. If you intentionally woke him up, it would be more correct to think that something big had happened.
Even without that, he was a man known as a tyrant.
There was no reason to offend him over something trivial. This could be seen just by looking at the driver’s eyes as he looked at the man.
Eyes mixed with faint fear.
It was a familiar feeling. Because the feelings people have towards men are usually similar.
Fear, awe, and anticipation.
I didn’t have a heavy heart. Looking back, have you always been alone since then?
It was an insignificant impression.
“What’s going on?”
“Well, one of the search team members… ….”
Dry golden eyes turned to the knight. Then the body of the unknown knight flinched and froze.
He looked like a rat facing a snake.
“A certain amount of casualties would be a predictable result.”
“Well, that…” Saint Lucia had a very serious expression…….”
When the man heard those words, he had no choice but to click her tongue.
It looks like that childish kid is acting up again.
Although she had already experienced betrayal and trials, she was a woman who had not yet let go of her affection. Well, she was like that from the beginning.
Then the man suddenly had a question.
If the woman he loved was here.
What did she say?
It was a short worry. Because she couldn’t do anything more stupid than wasting time on a family that wouldn’t come true.
However, there was one thing that even her man did not expect.
The cause of the strange silence that prevailed when he arrived at the conference hall.
“My heart is not beating…” ….”
The saint’s voice was so faint that it almost felt pale. It must mean that the intensity of the shock she received was that much greater.
Light pink eyes turned towards her man with her resentment in them.
“He’s dead.”
The man saw brown hair that resembled her sister-in-law. She remembered the face of her brother-in-law, whom she wanted to protect so much, but who she regretted because she could not.
The boy closed his eyes, even forgetting to breathe.
In the middle of the conference hall.
“Lupin Lynella.”
The tone of voice of the saint who said that contained a subtle hint of rebuke.
It was as if she was saying the following to her man.
She said she lost it again.
Because of you, because of none other than the man.
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A strong earthquake strikes the world of unconsciousness.
Feeling a rumbling vibration, the man suddenly came to his senses. Before he knew it, his body had been pushed back for a while.
This feeling of trembling arms and legs.
It was a proper ‘grain (結)’ and solution (解). So much so that I inadvertently recall what my teacher looked like when he was alive.
Even so, it is still far from enough.
There was definitely a blow, but it was not a fatal injury. Even though the man was on the left side of ‘Arrogance’ among the seven sins, the slight wound was not a big problem.
The superiority and inferiority of power is still clear.
Yes, it definitely should be that way.
The man let out a faint groan as he felt a thud, pain as if his skull was being hit with a hammer. Something, something.
It’s strange.
I thought about it, but I couldn’t figure out why.
Why?
I have already asked myself and doubted countless times. It was the answer I arrived at at the end, and I will never doubt it.
I swore that I would never run away from this responsibility again.
The man adjusted his crouching posture and strengthened his hands. Enough to feel a slight tremor in her sword and hatchet.
The world was cut in half. The spectacular view of the sky, land, and sea being split in half gave her man a strange feeling.
As she listened to the sound of her footsteps pounding the ground like a rhyme, the man smiled bitterly, not knowing why.
“At least the ‘effect’ and ‘solution’ are worth looking at… ….”
His past was walking along the cutting edge that divided the world.
“No.”
Ian’s appearance was beyond words.
The stab wounds left on her chest, her body covered in dust, her breathing difficult and her focus blurred.
Nevertheless, the golden pupils are clear.
It seems as if he resembles her man from a long time ago.
“Not yet.”
The man said that and healed her beloved illness.
Stillness is fleeting.
It was immediately after that that the air began to scream. A confrontation between two master swordsmen was like a natural disaster.
Every time the swords collide, heavy drinking erupts.
The ground burst open, creating countless pits. Dust flew, and features that could not survive the aftermath were scattered like ashes.
The sword was only a small part of that violence.
Whether it is a hatchet, a fist, or a kick.
The bloody battle was fierce, using all available means. In a split second, dozens of attacks and defenses take place.
Still, the one who holds the upper hand is the man.
The air is torn apart with a sharp piercing sound. As the silver-gray aura sweeps across the area, the color of the world disappears, and in the frozen time, the man’s sword slides diagonally past Ian’s blade.
Pajik, the electric charge is flying out. In the colorless space, there was still a burning golden flame.
It was the result of a collision between images and images. Ian’s ‘indomitability’ was narrow in scope but boasted extreme intensity.
To the extent that even the man’s image cannot completely overwhelm it.
The fact that cracks were forming in frozen time was the proof. Originally, you could just stick the knife in like this.
That couldn’t be done in such a close battle.
One piece, one piece.
The time that has been cut into pieces continues in succession. Finally, the first blow struck like a flash of lightning.
It was the ‘Ultra Thunder’ of the Sword Circle.
Just as the blade touched the area around Ian’s shoulder, the arm of the man who had torn through the colorless world took on a new posture.
Bancheon (反天).
The man’s pupils dilated and a geometric pattern appeared. The ‘Eye of All Things’ distorts space and time, and the orbit of the power returned by Bancheon explodes at will.
Aiming for that gap, Ian chose to hold out instead of counterattacking. Instead, the ‘Sword Soul’ takes over all defenses and delivers hundreds of slashes to the man.
Boom!
When time finally returned, Ian took a step back, coughing up blood. The man also had his clothes torn and had stab wounds all over his body.
Running through bursting blood drops.
Ian has not yet recovered from the shock of the volcanic acid attack, and the silver-gray aura on the man’s sword is about to pour out with a brilliant light.
Suddenly the man saw a vision.
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In the conference hall of her academy, the man still had a dry look on his face. There were no ripples in his golden eyes, so much so that even the man was unfamiliar with them.
“I see.”
The one who was moved by that emotionless voice was the saint.
The woman jumped up and let out a heated cry.
“Is that the end?!”
Her tired golden pupils turned towards her saint. She had a gaze that everyone feared, but she didn’t even know that she was a saint.
The fact that those are pitiful and helpless words.
The heavenly god’s favorite daughter cried out.
“He died because of us! Originally, it wasn’t even a search team… “If only we had paid more attention!”
“You can’t not sacrifice anything.”
“So do you feel refreshed?”
With an expression that doesn’t tell if he’s crying or laughing.
The saint asked again in a voice filled with her evil.
“Because this is the result of making the most rational choice? Instead of looking for a better path, you sacrifice a student who knows nothing to find the most promising path?!”
“It was the best choice. Not only us, but the fate of humanity is at stake…….”
“No.”
The woman shook her head. The emotions that pass through her eyes are despair and disappointment.
“You are wrong.”
Right after that.
The man’s vision returned. Once again on the battlefield, into the unconscious mind where Ian and I clashed swords.
It was like a cannonball.
The pain pounding in her brain was so strong that even though her man gritted his teeth, the sword’s trajectory was subtly distorted. And the opponent is a person with master level skills.
There was no way to miss that small gap.
The sound of a sword falling.
It was an auditory hallucination. Ian’s sword was still falling to the ground.
On the contrary, there was something else that really needed attention.
As the sword grazed at an angle, Ian’s hand wrapped around her man’s arm.
Eventually, the scene of the conference hall once again covered her man’s retina.
“At first, everyone says that.”
The tone of the company was just dull. As if even these conversations have no particular meaning.
Light and darkness.
If the saint was a blazing fire, the man was like a remnant after burning all her fuel.
“This thing… “This is not a world I want to protect.”
Why didn’t I know?
The saint’s quiet self-reproach continued.
“Instead of finding a better way, we take sacrifice for granted… “What is left in the world that we protected by abandoning ourselves one by one?!”
“The world.”
The man’s tone was firm. It was a firm conviction without even a single doubt.
“Even just a handful is fine. “If you can protect anything.”
“Coward…… !”
There was even a slight hint of moisture in that criticism. The mixed emotions in the woman’s eyes are pity and mourning.
“You are a coward… “I don’t want to be sick anymore, so I dismiss countless sacrifices as inevitable.”
The man suddenly thought.
Why does that woman have the face of a lover she once loved?
“You are wrong.”
“It sounds as if there is a better way. “Has there been any response from the Heavenly God so far?”
Why does she rebuke her man in a voice she mistakenly thought she had forgotten a long time ago?
“He said something.”
The woman laughed. Just as her man remembered, a cool thread.
“Ian Perkus.”
The saintess who opened her eyes like that looked more serious than ever. She was scolded by a woman with a solemn, yet sacred air.
“Please ‘obey’.”
Her man’s five senses went back into unconsciousness.
Before she knew it, Ian’s hand, which had been climbing up her arm, had reached her man’s shoulder. Her actions immediately afterward were so obvious that the man burst into laughter.
Her crackling noise mixed with her man’s vision. This isn’t my memory.
It may have been because the assimilation rate was too high. Because this is not only her man’s unconscious, but also her Ian’s unconscious.
It was possible if the man’s image could no longer overpower her vision.
Ian’s memories also invade her man’s mind.
There, there was a nostalgic drunkard lovingly shaking his fist in the air.
“First of all… “When I meet you, I’ll give you a hit with Seongguk Jujutsu!”
The man laughed inadvertently.
Because it was the very words of a lover he knew.
Seongguk Jujutsu, ‘Moon Flipping’,