#16 West (1)
The voice that talks about the horrors of war is so high, but when you try to express it, the words that come out are mostly the same.
The smell of blood, the taste of dust, a roar, a vibration, a scream.
No matter who you ask, a similar answer comes back, and in other words, it means that the essence of war is in it.
Elric recalled that fact for the first time in a while.
“Aaaaaaaa!!!”
Chow!
Red-hot mana explodes in the middle of enemy lines.
The blood and flesh of the soldiers splatter, and immediately after they collapse, dust scatters.
Magical bombardments fired from afar, bullets and arrows flying from nowhere.
They are blocked by the wall of mana spread around the body.
Elric moved diligently.
It was a series of mechanical killings.
As always, it was the horn that signaled the end.
Woo woo woo!
It was a win.
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As something resembling the sound of a boat horn echoed across the battlefield, they began to throw away their weapons one by one.
“Sah, live… .”
The enemy soldiers, who had been holding their breath tenaciously until the day before yesterday, begged with their heads on the ground.
It didn’t make any impression.
I only care about the ridge beyond the visible ridge when I look up.
“Bind the prisoners! Clear the battlefield!”
While the belatedly arriving soldiers are moving in perfect order following the commander’s shout,
“Miss Kasha! Good job… .”
“Please take care of the commission payment.”
Elric passed them and left the battlefield.
*
The war of attrition to occupy the land of the West, exactly divided in two, was intense.
None of the battlefields were unimportant, and as such, all of those who were called the Top 7 were having a fierce period, blocking the front line in different battlefields and sometimes retreating.
Elric did too.
『The Fall of Tandal Fortress, this time, the main character was the Sword Demon.』
The article spread far and wide throughout the West.
A little more than a month has passed since he entered the battlefield in earnest.
As a mercenary, Elric devoted himself to the kingdom union and was busy spending the day.
The senses that had been blunted in Wibin quickly recovered.
No, I started looking at something more than that.
It was the result of trying to erase the longing and fill the hatred for the situation in the imperial castle without hesitation like in the past.
Should I just say it’s a rebound?
Some senses didn’t work properly.
As I forcibly raised my physical abilities, the recoil came.
A prime example is taste. Among them, there were several flavors, such as sweet or sour.
Even chewing something like a snack gave me the feeling of chewing paper, and when I drank, only the bitter taste filled my mouth.
would it be better?
no, it doesn’t matter
Death on the battlefield was the only possibility of the future, so there is no reason to think about the pleasure of eating again.
It was a moment to think.
-The skill of the royal patissier is well-known in the entire eastern part. Try one.
Shockingly, Elric shuddered as the events of last winter passed by.
frowned.
I stuffed the bread into my mouth to forget the voice that made me cry.
I was chewing on it for a while.
“Old man! Congratulations on your victory!”
Edward came to his quarters.
It was a smiling face.
Elric’s brow narrowed.
“What is it? The wire you’re in charge of shouldn’t be this way.”
“Ah, what is the use of me being on the front line? You know?”
“… Well, it’s useless for combat.”
“… .”
Edward’s expression softened for a moment.
However, that color was quickly erased.
He soon let out a rather grotesque smile.
“that… Isn’t the news of victory never ending on every battlefield where the elders step up? And then, the person who wants to meet… .”
“Bite it, I have no intention of playing a house that is not the same.”
Ever since the nickname “sword demon” was created, it has been a frequent occurrence.
Especially when the war is as fierce as it is today.
There are seungnyang who try to attract the powerful to their side.
Cowards whose reputations are parasitic have made secret meetings and proposals, and they have always failed to attract Elric’s attention.
Thinking it would be the same this time, he spat out a firm refusal, and Edward made a slightly troubled face.
“That, that’s what it means.”
“Why, did your king say he wanted to see me?”
“That is… The king is right, but not our king.”
Only then did Elric’s gaze turn right at Edward.
“… What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”
Why did the king of another country try to contact him through Edward, Duke of Armin?
No, why would Edward want to hear that?
He is the head of a transnational corporation.
Even the king of Amman can’t move him from behind… .
“… ah.”
… There was one person who could do that.
Suddenly, a man’s name passed through Elric’s mind.
When he let out a sound, Edward quickly lowered his head.
“That, our major shareholder is coming this way… .”
He was admitting that Elric’s idea was correct.
The only king who can roll Edward like a tongue in my mouth.
The owner of Nazak, and the man who has lived the longest among the seven continents.
“Devil.”
“Deposit… .”
The name that the continent called him was the Demon King Gerdia Nazak.
*
The old man who was once called the Demon King, and now called the Demon King, was the man closest to the mystery of this continent.
This was especially true in that very few people knew his true identity.
The world refers to the country he rules over.
[Nazak is a country, but not a country.]
Not figuratively, it really was.
This is because in the kingdom of Najak, the only living being is the king.
Nazak 40 years ago was truly a thriving sorcery nation.
Zeldia, the king of the time, was one of the kings of the continent under the name of Maze, and numerous voices from Nazak to the western leader proved him.
It was the sword emperor called Sanghwang in modern times that destroyed Nazak, his empire, Mahir.
Nazak disappeared in an instant without knowing why, and in the meantime, the only survivor, Zeldia, barely survived by using black magic.
Everyone said the end of Nazak.
After the eradication of all life, after the sword system was slowly turned around, everyone knew it was like that until neighboring countries marched their troops to the land that became Muju Gongsan.
A single article overturned that opinion.
[There are undead in Nazak. They rule the land.]
Zeldia gave everything she had to raise the people of Nazak from the dead.
That is how the state was maintained.
Voices arose asking whether it could be recognized as a national anthem.
There was only a voice.
[All troops who marched to Nazakh were annihilated.]
Zeldia spoke with force.
As long as he doesn’t close his eyes, Nazak will be immortal.
40 years like that.
It’s been 20 years since the Western War began.
Now everyone knew his stubbornness.
Crouching in the land of Najaq, he knew he was defending the name of the nation.
That’s all Elric knew.
‘It’s the devil… .’
Elric had never actually met the Demon King.
Nazakh, where he was active, was in the northeast of the west, and the lesser kingdom where Elric was mainly active was in the southwest of the west.
Of course, they were not geographically compatible, and there was nothing to confront because both sides were camps that focused on defense rather than siege.
As such, his sudden request for an interview is embarrassing.
However, it was well worth seeing.
Above all, the fact that he knew Elhadak Mahir during the days of the Sword Emperor was effective.
Elric’s target was him who would be on the throne of the imperial castle.
So, we need to gather more information.
“He is over here.”
It was the branch of EW that accepted the request and moved.
Edward bowed his head deeply and said.
“You requested a private interview, so I will be outside. Elderly… Ah, so the old man over there really hates people eavesdropping.”
Edward was rarely stiff.
Elric’s curiosity soared, but he nodded without asking.
He was someone you would know once you got inside.
Maintaining moderate tension, Elric stepped into the branch.
The entire building was enveloped in silence.
It was expected that not even a single bug would be alive, and such pressure was pressing down on his whole body.
Elric frowned.
I resisted the aura with mana.
So, I took a step inside.
The place he is in was blatantly caught in the senses.
It was on the garden side.
After passing through the inside of the building, where the sound of footsteps resounding, in front of a large door, what you see when you open the door.
“Are you here?”
It was an elderly gentleman in a suit sitting at a tea table in the middle of black withered flowers.
As he smiled softly, wrinkles dug deep across his face.
‘strong.’
Much more than what the public appreciates.
Nervous, Elric asked.
“Are you the Demon King?”
The old gentleman answered him.
“okay.”
I added,
“As expected, you are a disciple of the Sword Emperor.”
Those were the words that took Elric’s breath away.