Naturally, Vera never beat Bargo.
Despite not taking any combative stance, Bargo was strong.
What he did was the release and taunt of the Divine, but that alone was enough to overwhelm Vera.
“Why aren’t you fighting again?”
At Bargo’s words, Vera’s expression wrinkled.
“… lost.”
“Ew, it’s bland.”
It was a self-deprecating word, but there was only one thing Vera could do about it.
Sanctuary collapsed.
Vera continued his thoughts, clearing his breath, calming his seething stomach.
‘There is no gap.’
The power that suits the position of the strongest.
It would be correct to express it that way.
The divinity that seeps all over the body.
Even though he has a relaxed attitude, his momentum does not collapse.
And above all else, his determination is unwavering.
The current Vera was at a level that could not be surpassed.
With a force that really only raised questions, Vera asked.
“How is that possible?”
“What do you mean?”
“The Holy Spirit’s will.”
The pressure I felt the whole time I was attacking Bargo.
It came from his will, which was comparable to the ancient servant, no matter how much he thought about it.
Bargo smiled and answered the question he posed as he did not understand how he, who had lived less than a hundred years, could be compared to an ancient species that had lived forever.
“Because I am better than them.”
It was an arrogant answer.
However, Vera was convinced by it simply because he uttered these words.
Truly a prosperous old man named St. Lore was deserving of such arrogance.
“Do you know what you lack?”
Bargo bent over.
Yet he was still taller than Vera, and Vera was looking up at him.
Vera answered with a tense breath.
“What is?”
“I am sure.”
“… Yes?”
“It’s a sure word. assurance.”
Bargo’s lips bulged up.
“I’m sure you can win. No matter how strong your opponent, the confidence that you are superior to them. That’s what’s missing.”
That was unacceptable.
Because it was Vera who was united with the conviction of his own talent, because he was an Vera who was convinced that the talent he had was comparable to the right one in front of him.
Vera added to the protest.
“If only I had time, I would be as much as Sungha… .”
“That is the problem.”
“… .”
“You bastard measure too much.”
Vargo clicked his tongue.
“Yeah, don’t admit it. You guys have talent. It just reminds me of my youth.”
It was an acknowledgment of Vera, but his eyes were full of disapproval.
“It will be easy. No matter what enemy you meet, whatever wall blocks your eyes, you will see beyond. I am sure that one day I will be able to overcome it.”
“What do you say… .”
“That means you’re holding back.”
Vera stopped talking.
Bargo smirked at the sight of Vera like that and continued to speak.
“It looks so good, no matter what you look at, the whole of it catches your eye, and you have the ability to compare yourself to it, so you don’t know the challenge. In retrospect, even the problems you thought were challenges would have been overcome through calculations. Isn’t it?”
Vera was irrefutable.
Indeed, what he said was right.
What was it like when you first held the sword?
How was it when you practiced divinity?
What was it like when weaving sanctuary and realizing the will?
Calculated.
the distance you have reached that road.
Now take their position and the height of the wall.
And the level that should be overkill.
“I do not know the inextricable black struggle. Those who do not dare to challenge do not know achievement. so you are stupid Your sword is still a sword that knows no struggles, achievements, and possibilities.”
Vera’s fists clenched.
It was a word that denied his achievement, but at the same time, it was the words of a senior who preceded him, and he knew there was a reason for saying these words, so it was a way to erase his emotions.
Vera’s prediction was correct.
After applying Bargo, he straightened his bent waist and continued the conversation.
“I will focus on you for a while. You have to learn the original state by yourself, but time is not enough. I’m going to have to rip you off and fix you as I don’t know what she’s going to do again.”
“Could it be okay for me to hear that as the Holy Father said that he would serve as my teacher?”
“Yeah, you stupid bastard.”
Vera’s gaze pierced Vargo.
The giant at the end of his gaze was looking down at himself with the gaze of a truly insignificant beauty, and the gaze of a craftsman who was contemplating how to handle it.
Vera simply bowed his head to bow.
“… Thank you for your teaching.”
“It has been Get rid of the frivolous rituals.”
Bargo waved his hand to greet Vera, then asked, wiping his beard.
“Yeah, I’ll have to ask you that first. What is the concept you have awakened to?”
As he was about to reflexively spit out an answer, Vera’s mouth suddenly shut.
Anxiety and a small amount of shame began to appear on his face.
“yes? Why are you doing this?”
Hesitancy deepened at Bargo’s question.
Vera pondered for a moment.
What kind of reaction will he have when Bargo finds out that the concept he has realized is in ‘love’?
How will that nasty old man who lives for the fun of making fun of himself come back?
After a brief period of contemplation, Vera was able to come up with an answer.
It would be a laugh, needless to say.
However, it was something I couldn’t help but say.
At the end of the hesitation that followed, Vera, who showed a sign of resignation, opened his mouth slowly.
“… Lang, you.”
Bargo’s impression was wrinkled at the sound of a rat crawling.
Vera gritted his teeth, opened his eyes to the point of bloodshotting his eyes, and dyed his face red, and spoke again.
“… Love, it is.”
Silence arose.
Bargo rolled his eyes.
What happened immediately after was a moment that Vera would never want to recall again.
That night Vera thought.
He would never again see Bargo talking so much in his life.
Shameful and what Vera had done that night was buried quietly, unknown to anyone.
bang-!
… Only his broken furniture makes him vaguely guess what happened that day.
*
Time when Vera was wrestling with Bargo in full swing.
In Renee’s room, a completely different atmosphere was unfolding.
“What an auspicious thing!”
Theresa clapped and spit out her joy.
His face is also completely clear as if the present joy is not a lie.
Naturally, it was the reaction they saw when they heard about the progress between Renee and Vera.
Renee laughed.
The shy figure that covers both cheeks belongs to the girl she loves forever.
Theresa felt as if she had no time to die now, and for some reason wiped away the tears that were spilling out.
“Cancer, I think he was the one who did it when he did it.”
From https://noblemtl.com
On the day they visited the academy, how worried were they to see Vera who had lost a screw somewhere in his advice?
Also, how heartbroken he was when he saw Renee trying to attack with flesh bullets.
Long, long moments of worry flashed through Theresa’s mind, and then they passed away.
“So, has there been any progress since then?”
“yes? Progress?”
“cancer! Now we’re not looking at each other directly no! There must have been no progress.”
A question posed suddenly.
A look of embarrassment settled on Renee’s face, who had been contemplating for a while.
It was only natural that there was a sign of ‘maybe?’ on Theresa’s face.
“… What do you have?”
Theresa, who had only thought that progress would be made as she proudly said that she had even confessed, felt that her backbone was being pulled.
“… really?”
A cold sweat formed on Renee’s forehead.
“Uh, uh… .”
In retrospect, it was.
What followed Vera was when he headed to Oben, and after that, he was completely absorbed in the bizarre culture of the Principality, and was all busy going around to meet Lokrion and Nertania.
It’s the same after coming back.
How complicated was the process of reducing the output of Bon Margin and normalizing the country?
“… He’s too busy.”
Scratching the back of the head and spitting out the answer, it was bound to end up like that.
Theresa’s hand swept under her eyes.
“… you know? Even in the midst of war, children are born.”
“… .”
Renee’s head fell.
His face was already dyed bright red.
Seeing Renee starting to twist her body in embarrassment, Teresa responded with a wide smile as if she had no choice but to do so.
“Well, actually, the saint is right. If I had focused on dating in the midst of such seriousness, I would have been disappointed again.”
If you think about it, isn’t that true, isn’t this kind of Renee’s love?
She had been in unrequited love for three years because she couldn’t overcome her shame, and she was not even good at conveying her feelings, so she went round and round.
So beautiful.
“I want you to take it slow. He’s still young for the saint, and he’s mature enough to be able to wait for the saint.”
The words Theresa said, thinking that she seemed to have reacted in such a moment that she was so happy.
Renee smiled shyly and nodded her head.
“Yeah, but I’m so glad there’s Theresa-sama! It really helped me a lot to get here!”
A deep smile crept across Renee’s lips.
A small dimple began to dent over her pure white cheeks.
Theresa looked so pretty, and she was also proud, so she went up to Renee and hugged her tightly.
“Cancer, I did a great job.”
“Hehe… .”
Theresa felt fortunate.
I also felt grateful to God.
What gave love to a woman who had to live in this darkness, and that gave a slightly different light.
After all, she has such beauty, and she says that she is good at being an apostle of love.
Teresa slapped Renee’s back as she recalled that thought.
*
Jenny was in trouble.
“Is it magic?”
[Sounds like nothing! Absolutely magical!]
“No! Intuitive magic is much more useful than complicated twisted magic! And once he learns magic, how long will it take to put it into practice!”
[dog sound! Don’t you think the kid is stupid like you?! It is the power of rest. He uses the power to directly interfere with the soul, but if you have a theory, the possibilities are endless!]
“Then you should learn magic!”
This is because Jin gets sucked into the fight between two immature adults fighting over their own path.
For the first time in her life, Jenny doubted the words of her teacher, Hodrick.
‘… I said I could learn a lot.’
‘Should I learn something like this?’ Fatigue comes to mind at the thought.
In the meantime, the immature adults who continued the fight asked Jenny at the same time.
“Is it magic?!”
[Of course it must be magic?!]
Jenny, startled, threw Anilles on the floor.
[Bye?!]
Jenny’s steps were backwards.
His face was already full of signs of tiredness.
It was only then that Trevor, who came out late, tapped Jenny on the shoulder and said.
“Now, this is an issue we don’t need to worry about right now. Jenny is still young, and I will help you do whatever you want to do.”
As Trevor smiled and spoke, Jenny felt as if she was facing salvation.
“… yes.”
“Would you like to go take a break? It’s best to get some fresh air outside when your hair is complicated.”
Jenny’s head nodded.
Trevo smiled deeply at Jenny’s like that, and led her outside.
That was a mistake.
“Oh, come to think of it, there are things I haven’t checked yet.”
“yes?”
“Jenny’s stigma, if it’s not a problem, can I take a look?”
Jenny’s body trembled.
His eyes turned to Trevor with a hint of fear.
Above the young boy’s face, who appears to be about 7 or 8 years old, is a sly, sullen smile.
Jenny thought.
Just looking at cancer, Seongguk doesn’t seem like a good neighborhood.