Inside the cute room, Jenny was busy teasing her hands and stuffing things into her backpack.
A curse doll made with a cloth covered with straw, a dagger with a gleaming edge, Durahhan’s hair, Specter’s essence, Lich’s ribs, and even the Death Knight’s molars that he received as a gift from Hodrick.
In Jenny’s head, as she was taking care of things she didn’t know, only a single word was playing.
-I found Sir Hodrick. However, the condition of the lord is not good. It looks like you’ve had an affair. Worst case… .
Jenny couldn’t admit it.
That the missing family suffered an accident for no reason, that there was no way to get it back, and that we had to say goodbye.
For Jenny, this was unacceptable.
‘If it’s a spell… .’
Jenny thought.
If it’s the magic that he’s been learning hard, he might be able to bring him back if he uses the power he’s been taught directly by Hodric.
So, while the rustling movement was in full swing.
[…] What are you doing.]
Aniles opened her mouth.
Jenny’s head was raised.
In a corner of the room, Annielis, who had long forgotten her existence, was caught between the teddy bears, her head sticking out and looking at Jenny.
“… I’m going to go see you, Master.”
Dry saliva ran down the back of Jenny’s neck. A sign of blatant boundaries.
Anilys felt that she was about to stop laughing at Jenny’s like that, and pointed the buttonhole that served as her eyes towards her.
‘If you are a teacher… .’
He must be referring to the Death Knights who visit here once in a while.
Needing to save him probably means he’s in trouble.
‘Looks like it must have been that bitch.’
Coincidentally, Alaysia is breaking into the cradle.
There was no way that wicked woman had come all the way here without any preparation, so that was the only possibility that came to mind.
concern for a while.
At the end, Annielis said.
[…] Take me too.]
Jenny glanced at Annielis for a moment with a hint of doubt, then nodded her head up and down.
*
The back gate of Goseong.
Vera narrowed his eyes and looked at Anilis in Jenny’s embrace and the giant orc standing next to Jenny.
It was Anilles and Ballack.
“… What.”
Ask both of them at once.
Anilys turned her head and buried it in Jenny’s arms as if she had no intention of answering it, and Ballack responded with a big smile.
“Fight of the strong! I can’t stand it! I’m going to visit!”
Vera’s expression rotted in an instant at the reply, showing off his shiny copper muscles.
Being Vera was briefly troubled.
‘… There is nothing that can’t be done.’
The reason for taking only Jenny in the first place was because of the thought that the party might get in the way of confronting Hodric, who uses consciousness, so Ballack, who had already reached the level of consciousness, and Anilis trapped in a doll were acceptable.
‘No, it could be better.’
He could have entrusted Jenny’s protection in an unexpected situation, so taking her might be an advantage.
After making his decision, Vera nodded.
Ballack unwrapped his nose with an excited look on his face, and Jenny hugged Annielis tighter as if tension had risen. Aniles in her arms gave it a small ‘f*ck… .’ and spit out swear words.
“Then go.”
Vera turned. moved a step
The place we are heading to is a small hill that we can see in the distance.
It was the place where Hodrick was.
*
Under the gray sky, the withered vegetation obscures the view.
Vera looked ahead, leaving behind the sound of weeds crumbling under his feet.
There was a knight wearing black armor.
As if looking into an endless pit, he was a knight in a menacing form, pouring jet-black morale through his body.
It was Hodrick.
It seemed that he was eventually swallowed up by that ‘dream’.
Is it right to say that staying here without moving to another place is the last effort he has made?
As Vera continued his thoughts, he realized that the speculation he had been making all along was correct about Hodrick’s appearance.
‘… Was it like that too?’
There was something intriguing.
In the last episode, when Ardein’s body was in full swing, the trouble that took place here.
If you think about it, there is something suspicious about it.
‘… Conqueror Theira.’
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One of the Demon King’s corps commanders, the Black Knight who roamed the Gainex Plains.
Considering how the other corps commanders had come into being, his generation should have taken place near the plains as well.
Also, Alaysia, who was aiming for the resurrection of Ardein, had to be involved.
Considering the current situation, the growth of Balak, and even the status of Hodric, it is possible to guess the identity of Teira to some extent.
“Were you… .”
Vera’s face darkened.
Hodric’s head creaked, staring blankly at the sky, toward Vera.
Now, Vera’s sign was not felt at all, or it was naturalized to see living creatures with his eyes.
“Master… .”
Jenny took a step forward in a voice filled with crying.
He looked at Hodric with a look of disbelief.
However, it didn’t shake Hodrick.
The sword was pulled from Hodric’s waist.
The scam has gotten worse.
[Little boy! danger… .]
Just as Anilis’s words were about to come out, Hodric rushed in.
*
again they were
It was a self-deprecating past.
‘It’s three this time.’
It was torn the whole time and I thought it wouldn’t come out any more, but there were still three left.
The moment he was about to cut the one in front, the one behind him raised his sword and blocked his number.
Hodrick felt a surge of anger.
‘Abominable thing.’
Isn’t it so detestable to be struggling to live even after losing so much?
It is very disgusting to see him draw his sword to live while he is losing everything he wants to protect.
I raised my sword again.
This time, there seems to be a sign of counterattack, perhaps a slightly stronger one.
So you will have to cut it with all your might.
If you don’t leave any regrets to cut and crush all of these things, then you’ll be more comfortable.
I guess I will finally find rest in this sinful life.
I gripped the sword tighter.
The regret that weighed on the soul was put into the tip of the sword.
It was a sword that could only cut imaginary images, but it was a sword that became an imaginary image.
That was enough.
In the end, it was these illusions that he would fall for.
Chaeeng-!
The sword and the sword came into contact, causing a sharp noise.
*
Vera spit out a swear word inwardly as he stopped the rush of sword attacks.
‘It will rot… !’
Picky.
His sword was so sharp that he couldn’t even imagine that his reason had collapsed and had been engulfed in his dreams.
In addition, the path could not be grasped at all.
It was obviously a movement that stabbed the neck, but at some point, the sword that changed its path was sweeping over his waist.
What I thought was a sword that pierces the heart was a sword that cuts the wrist.
It was not like that because it was a sword that was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.
Even at a speed that could be followed by the eye, the path was changing beyond understanding.
Unbelievable craftsmanship.
A skill that can only be achieved by developing images.
Therefore, it was ‘righteousness’ and an art that was ‘ideal’.
Vera clenched his teeth and blocked the sword with a sense of pushing him to the limit.
As the number increased, fatigue increased rapidly, but he could not stop.
Despite the increasing number of injuries caused by the close defense, it was impossible to fix it.
Chaeeng-!
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Once again, each other’s swords brushed past.
short confrontation.
Vera tried to unleash the power at that moment, then stopped it.
-Don’t forget the weight of the promise.
It was the words Hodrick had said to him in front of him.
It was the words of a senior who wanted death as a knight until the last moment.
It suddenly occurred to me that it was not right to use this number against him.
The moment the troubles were about to get longer, Hodric’s sword came out again.
Vera stopped it and continued his thoughts.
‘… Yes, even if you use your power, you can’t beat it.’
I needed a number using the will.
It was different from the previous battle with Balak.
Balak’s intentions were not complete.
Ballak’s physical abilities are far behind his own.
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On the other hand, what about Hodrick?
A swordsmanship that has been accumulated over a long period of time.
The body of a dead man who never gets tired.
In addition to that, the intention has already reached the level of maturity.
Fit geek-!
Meanwhile, Vera thought, forcing the sword to follow the path of Hodric’s sword and successfully defending once more.
‘can do… !’
It was different.
The oath engraved on this soul has a different color than before.
If you go a little further, a little bit, you can reach the state of conscience.
The sword and the sword clashed.
In it, Vera pushed himself to the limit.
*
How much time had passed, or how many swords he had blocked, Vera did not know.
There was such a thing.
When the intensity of labor exceeds the limit, all sensations that come to mind are paralyzed, and the feeling of thinking is dazed.
Even in the midst of that, the sensation of the body moving unknowingly.
A strange sensation that disappears the moment you realize it.
Vera at this moment was engrossed in that sensation, feeling the distance from everything around him.
No, it would be more correct to say that it loses color rather than moving away.
Noise and airflow, skin-piercing morale and muscle pulsation.
All things that were intertwined and transmitted in the form of sensations lost their color. Each stimulus was transmitted to the body.
Everything that was entangled was unraveled and took a fragmentary form, and since he was unaware of it, what unfolded was a world he had never seen before.
Blurred, Vera began to see a piercing form of a ‘slashing sword’.
To prevent it, he extended his sword to the side of his waist.
The sword that rubbed and rubbed has been turned into a ‘piercing sword’ in the form of a wrap around this time.
In a world of achromatic colors, Vera stretched his sword at the nape of his neck, not at his waist, as he should have done.
Chaeeng-!
There was a sharp noise.
The moment was repeated.
The sword and the sword came into contact with each other and rubbed against each other.
Thoughts and emotions were scattered to pieces.
Sagi, who had a particularly dark color among the gray shades that emerged, blurred his vision.
In the moment that leads to sculpture and form, Vera felt as if the Hodric in front of him was speaking to him.
– Is there one reason why you can’t reach it even though you know where you’re going? You have too many thoughts.
They say that the reason why I can’t deal with pure ideas is because there are too many questions.
– If you look at it, it seems like you really care about maintaining your dignity. you know? Dignity is like a wall you build on your body. Besides, it’s a flaw that needs to be removed to truly reveal yourself. I don’t know the necessity of dignity, but when you raise your sword or when you need to show your sincerity, I suggest you put it away a little bit.
They say it’s because they can’t reveal their true self.
– You seem to have a very good relationship with the saint. Well? Heh heh, I think your face turned red. Shame on you? I’m just saying that because it’s something to be ashamed of. Isn’t it wrong to have love?
They say it’s because they can’t face their emotions.
Vera, for some reason, felt as if he was spitting.
The swords clash again.
Little by little, Vera’s sword began to change its shape.
He began to stretch out a sword of a different nature for every number and every sword strike.
The stabbing sword was blocked by the flow of the divine.
The slash was blocked with a hardened black steel.
Then, very quickly, he opened the gap and fired a rapid sword attack.
Everything was unintentional.
Still, the body was moving on its own.
The accident was repeating the words he had heard over and over again.
The promise engraved in the soul was burning in a stranger form than ever.
Kaang-!
A sound different from before came out from the sword strike.
*
Annielis looked at the situation that followed while being held in Jennie’s arms.
Vera, who had been on the defensive all the time, changed his temper at some point and started to add to the offensive.
The workshop, which had a strong aura of defeat, was soon turned into a whistle.
‘f*ck you bastard.’
Annielys knew what that meant.
That’s right, the sword escaped my neck, so I can’t figure it out.
It was a fragment of Providence.
It was a process of dissolving it into the body.
What he had only vaguely revealed in the last battle with himself, Vera now is clearly engraving on his body.
I hoped I didn’t realize it until the very end, but I hoped that I lost the fragment of that realization.
That damn kid was finally getting it done.
Because of that, I realized something again.
‘… .’
that he might be wrong.
That he might be arrogant to think that he is the only one who can discuss salvation on this continent.
The fact that he vowed to endure everything alone might have been self-righteousness.
The possibility that you don’t want to think about, that salvation may not come only from your own hands, is bothering you.
It was enough to turn away, but Annielis didn’t.
I just looked.
Vera, who started to grasp what he couldn’t hold, and his past, which he realizes in it.
The reason for the failure thus revealed.
The one who was praised as the greatest intellect began to look at the faults that had been written on him.