136. The Call of Memory
136.
A huge shadow danced on the bedrock. It was the shadow of an unknown monster. Changing its shape wildly, the monster scrambled like it was blazing. It was as if I could not bear to devour everything around me. Zerpied, who had been watching the scene, slowly lowered his gaze. There was the figure of the monster with that grotesque shadow.
Zerpied looked at the bonfire that had been blown away by the wind for a while, then noticed another shadow encroaching next to the shadow of the bonfire. At the same time, he felt a slight weight on his side. The Death Knight turned her head and looked there.
“Hung Nyaa… ….”
Escelia nodded her head, she leaned her body against herself. Zer Pied, who looked at her saintess for a while, said to her in a low voice.
“Esilia.”
“Humnya…… ?”
Her saintess, who was nodding her head, stopped shaking her head at the sound of the death knight calling her low, and rubbed her eyes. A large yawn escaped her mouth as she rubbed her eyes.
“Haaaaa… ….”
She rubbed her eyes, but her eyelids were still half-closed. Seeing her like that, Zer Pied said as if she let out a sigh.
“Esilia, if you feel sleepy, lie down and sleep.”
“Yeah… ….”
The saintess, who managed to give out an answer that was close to her murmur, let out a loud yawn once again and carried out Zer Pied’s suggestion.
Her saintess fell to her side as if a piece of wood fell on her, and her body fell over her side. The place where she fell as if she was lying down was the thigh of the Death Knight who was sitting cross-legged. Immediately from the saintess who buried her cheek there, a breathing sound called ‘fufuu’ was heard.
After confirming that his body was slightly shaken by his breathing, Zer Pied took his gaze away and turned away. Seeing such a scene, Zer Pied thought it was natural that Ecelia couldn’t stand her drowsiness.
The day was also falling asleep. On the other side of the eyelid-covered day, I could see the night stretching. Some impatient stars came out first and their eyes were even shining.
Among the ambiguity of light and darkness, the brightest was the brilliance of the stars. Glitters like meteors flowed down the dark mountains. The ridges of the mountain range illuminated by the starlight showed their loftiness without regret.
Zerpied climbed back against the falling light. At the same time as going against her light, the Death Knight also went against her own thoughts. The Eindelf rod still had nothing to do with his memories. Zerfied remembered the nickname of Eindelf Peak Esilia had mentioned.
‘The Pillars of the World.’
It was a pillar that still supports the world.
And it was also the pillar holding up his memory.
Leader.
He flinched. A hot flash erupted. He blinked his eyes quickly. His memory quickly burrowed into the Death Knight’s mind. Mental pain ran through his body. He strained his blinking eyes and tried to look ahead. The peak of Eindelf gradually began to form in the Death Knight’s gaze.
The peak of Eindelph was high.
And the cutting edge was as sharp as the loftiness. Like a thorn Like a thorn that pierces and pierces his mind.
Unknowingly, the Death Knight gnashed his teeth and held Partizan with force. Partizan clung to his grasp. As if it were a part of his body. The Partisan’s blade flashed in search of the enemy.
Enemy?
Zer Peed wriggled his body. Enemy? Where the hell is the enemy? The only thing that could become an enemy here was the rock wall of the mountain range. At least, in case the mountains suddenly come to life and attack them. Or else he thought of it as threatening as possible, and it was hard to think of anything other than falling rocks. Death Knight knew what the enemy the spear blade was searching for.
It was a small memory.
Memories were coming into him.
Death Knight was startled as if twisting her body. She couldn’t bear it otherwise. The Partizan’s blade, which was tightly gripped, trembled. And the next moment, he almost threw himself.
Esilia’s soft platinum hair tickled his left forearm. In line with the gentle breathing of the saintess. Zerfied looked blankly at it and swept it away.
“Knight… ….”
The voice of a small and delicate saintess spread over the Death Knight’s body. It was a mumble. She was drowsy, so the pronunciation was disturbed, but the Death Knight could understand it clearly.
“…… Ecilia.”
Death Knight muttered the name of her saint as if to answer. Zer Pied slowly raised his arm and stroked Ecelia’s head. Somehow it felt like I had to do that. Her saintly tenderness flowed into him through her hands.
“Whoa…….”
Then, as if she were having a pleasant dream, she rubbed her thigh against her cheek as she smiled.
The Death Knight, imbued with softness, sighed slowly and leaned against the rock behind him. He should have closed his eyes. He couldn’t stand it if he didn’t even for a moment. It seemed that ‘memory’ would call him ‘leader’ any second.
The ‘memories’ were getting stronger and stronger. Otherwise, there was no way he would wake up again, saying that what he had buried a long time ago had returned here. Death Knight knew. Why is his memory snatching at the scruff of his neck with his smal smal gear?
Leternia. It was because the dream demon had brought out his memories. The memory he had barely buried. Death Knight shook his head roughly. It seemed to her that if she remembered, she would call him again. He didn’t want to he didn’t want to hear
He seemed unbearable when that happened.
-Reureuk…… !
Then I opened my eyes sharply at the sound I heard. His capture of the Partisans was not entirely in vain. Now that you have an enemy
It was difficult to find if dragons had disappeared in the central rocky mountains of the western continent, as the saints and elders said, but there were many dragons such as wyverns and worms. And the DrakeDrake Who is now howling was also one of the dragons.
-Pababak…… !
I heard the sound of feet quickly sweeping the ground. It was clear that there was a crowd going on. Bright yellow eyes flashed in the darkness of the fully awakened night. All of the vertically torn pupils were watching the Death Knight and the saintess.
It looked like a herd of wolves. But their scaly appearance, their long tails trailing behind them, and their size, about 4 cubits long and 3 cubits high, proved that they were not a pack of wolves.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr … !”
Yellow saliva was dripping from his sharp, gaping teeth. The light from the bonfire illuminated the image of Drake, who was moving closer and closer. The body was full of strength, and the claws were sharp and well-trimmed. They were ready to jump in at any time.
However, Zerpied did not show much movement. He rather even put down the Partizan he was holding. When he didn’t make any noteworthy moves, Drake started to get a little more daring. As they slowly opened their eyes, the drakes circled around the Death Knight and the saintess.
Memdo saw a large drake step out between the drakes. Unlike her other drakes, she had horns on her head. Her boss was clear. Her head had her mouth raised almost to her ears.
Her tongue flicked between her mouth and her saliva dripped. It wasn’t just the sound of her giggling breathing, it was a clear laugh. The moment he saw her drop the spear, Drake felt her wariness disappear. Rather, it was those two who should be wary.
It was clear that they were intimidated by their numbers. Otherwise, if I stabbed the spear forward, I stabbed it, because there was no way I would put it down. He had to do something to rebel, but he just kept his hands on the floor.
“Cruig…… !”
The leader, who was about to give the order to run, hesitated for a moment. There was something in the hand that had been placed on the floor. It was a large pebble. Unexpectedly, the boss had doubts about the item. It wouldn’t be able to peel off even a single layer of their scales.
That was the time when I thought so. It was. ‘I thought.’ The boss could no longer continue his thoughts. There’s no way a creature without a head could think.
– Less gross…….
The drakes all flinched at the sound of the stone that occupied the part where the head of the leader had been falling to the floor. It was only then that their eyes slowly began to capture the situation.
There was no trivial succession argument about who would be the next boss, which usually happens after a sudden death of a boss like this. First of all, you have to survive to be able to become a boss or not.
Seeing the drakes slipping out of her feet and running away, the Death Knight let out a sigh about her saintess sleeping on her thigh and unable to stand up.
For this reason, Zerfied had to be content with just getting at least one drake meat for the saintess to eat the next morning.