There was a barracks of the Paladins at the east exit of the Great Hall in the center of Elia.
A white building just like the rest. In front of it was a large training ground.
Vera stood in the middle of the rehearsal hall, caught twelve pairs of gazes at him, and posed a question to Bargo.
“What would you like to do?”
“Hmm… .”
Silence spreads across the room as Bargo strokes his chin at Vera’s question.
The twelve paladins bowed their heads. He was bowing his head in a firm posture, as if he was not going to do anything until he got Bargo’s answer.
It was a ceremony full of awe.
There may be respect for the feats Bargo had built and other respects for his status as a prosperous person, but Vera could sense that their example was a different and more fundamentally emotional awe.
‘Awe from the heart.’
Such awe is the kind that cannot come out if it is stamped with violence and authority.
It was something I could feel more clearly because it was Vera, who reigned in fear all his life.
Vera could get a rough idea of why they were so polite to them.
He is the father of all paladins.
The nickname given to the fact that he re-established the fighting technique that the current paladins are learning and using.
The name must have evoked such awe.
While Vera continued to think like that, Bargo, who was alternately looking at the paladin and Vera, made a mean expression and uttered a word.
“Yeah, you can do this.”
Bargo’s gaze met Vera. A big smile appeared on Bargo’s mouth, revealing a yellow tooth beneath it.
“Are you sure you did a lot of cutting with your mouth? Fight those twelve guys at once and win.”
“… What do you want to see?”
“What is a knife?”
In response, a breath escaped Vera’s mouth.
The intention was clear.
‘What is a knife… .’
He would like to see him use his powers.
Bargo was too blatantly revealing his intentions.
The fact that the words given to him were words that could not be said to be possible even as a joke was a fact that he knew well, even the Paladins, and himself.
Nevertheless, what he said with a smile meant that he was going to test his powers, and that he was trying to gauge how much that power allowed me.
Vera took a deep breath and then nodded.
‘… If you want.’
There was no reason to hide. No, it was better to show it.
What he wants is a position to oversee the procession of saints. For him, he had to show Bargo as much as possible.
Vera calmed his mind and continued, looking at Vargo.
“Can I use the stigma?”
“Is there anything else that can’t be done? That, after all, is your ability.”
“All right.”
“You guys, stop getting ready.”
chuck-.
The twelve paladins moved at the same time.
As Bargo slowly moved toward the corner of the training room, the paladins began to surround Vera.
Vera looked at it, rolled up his sleeves and clenched the sword he was holding tighter.
A composition that surrounds itself on all sides.
It really was a long time ago.
… It was a composition that I had experienced a lot in my past life.
Vera also knew how to navigate this set.
Having been through the dreaded experience, he knew how to use his power in such a composition.
The power of the oath gives you power as much as the value of what you put in return.
In other words, by cutting off a certain stat, you amplify other stats by that much.
Vera began to count.
‘Give up and add.’
counted him
What it takes to win a one-to-many fight.
first.
‘It will dig into a square.’
There are blind spots that are unavoidable because the human body depends on vision. They will go after him.
With that thought in mind, Vera closed his left eye and spoke.
“… I will not open my left eye in this Dalian. Plus, you’ll get sharper sensations as much as your limited field of view. If I open this left eye, I will lose my left eye.”
The stigmata burned with gold, and the divine was seething all over his body.
Vera felt a sharp sharpening sensation, and then uttered words with the loss of stamina from movement in mind.
“I will not take more than four steps from where I am standing. As a result, I will get a stronger body. Of course, if I don’t do this, I’ll lose the way to walk.”
Divinity permeated the body. A feeling of exaltation filled his whole body as a golden blazing divinity dwelled in his muscles.
Vera felt his divinely strengthened body, and spoke again.
Finally, I had to finish it to further amplify the power gained.
The power of an oath is a power with obvious weaknesses. As much as it is an ability that is expressed through language, it is a power that allows the other person to clearly know his or her weaknesses.
So, in order to solve him, he had to widen the difference in weight so that his opponent could not pierce his own vote even if he knew such a weakness.
Vera is the most valuable price to pay for an oath, second only to the soul. He walked on it and amplified the divinity in his body.
“I won’t even speak. By not speaking until the moment the match is over, I can put more weight on my vows. If I spit during a match, I lose my language.”
The stigma burned again. Divinity reconciled with excommunication and spread around Vera.
Vera felt the divinity filling his entire body, straining his body and looking around.
A momentary silence that will be cut off at any moment.
The Paladins raised their wooden swords. Vera held the wooden sword in both hands.
At the end of a brief nerve battle, Vera felt a wooden sword flying towards his skirmish.
rotated the body. It wasn’t a big move.
With minimal movement, with the power to slightly twist the trajectory of the wooden sword that pierces through. So I brushed the sword.
What followed was a simultaneous sword attack from all directions.
Vera, who once again avoided him with the least amount of movement, suddenly felt a surge of desire.
It was the wildness that was awakened together with the beginning of the battle.
The wildness that can be called thirst or ecstasy, the raw violence crouched in a corner of the inside began to disparage.
Vera smiled involuntarily at a sensation he had not seen in a long time.
*
“You look like a hot dog.”
These were the words Bargo uttered after the battle was over.
Vera’s gaze turned to my surroundings.
Inyoung, a twelve-year-old man who collapsed on the floor and gasped for breath. They were the Paladins who had fought before.
Dalian won. It was an overwhelming disparity.
It was natural. No matter how pitiful he was, Vera was the master of the stigma. He was a strong man who had already reigned for one lifetime.
There was an unbridgeable gap between Vera and them, whether experience or ability.
So Vera did not agree with Bargo.
“… I won.”
“Yeah, you bit me like a dog and won.”
A smirk escaped from Bargo’s mouth.
“There is no form. there is no intention If you just surrender to your instincts and cut a knife as you see fit, is that different from a horned bastard and radish?”
Vera responded with squint eyes and an angry voice.
“That bastard swordsman was superior to these paladins.”
“You have to speak right away. It wasn’t the sword, it was the stigma that beat them.”
“Didn’t I say that the stigma was also my power?”
“Yeah, I said that. If not, I’ll ask. Was it the sword of the guard?”
drop-.
Vera’s mouth shut.
It felt like being hit in the back with a blunt weapon.
I tried to make excuses, but the thought was not able to weave an answer to the point where the frustration grew.
No matter how much I licked my lips, no answer came out, and the embarrassment that appeared on my face grew more and more intense.
Seeing Vera like that, a smirk came out of Bargo’s mouth.
“The paladins are the guardians. The sword of the paladin is the sword that guards it. It is the sword that protects the most glorious faith, and it is the sword that protects those who have fled under the shadow of that faith. Therefore, it is a sword that must stand alone even in the darkest night.”
Bargo approached slowly. The smile that appeared on Bargo’s face took an extremely mean-spirited form.
“I need a brother for him. In order to protect what is due, we need a law for him.”
Bargo’s waist bent a little more. Nevertheless, Vera had to look up at him.
“Therefore, righteousness is needed. To engrave one wish on the sword, it is necessary to have faith for him.”
The sound of laughter rings in my ears. Vera felt ridicule in the laughter.
“Don’t ask me. Was it the sword that guarded those under your dark shadow? Or was it the sword of a beast that bites what it sees?”
To the question that popped up, Vera was unable to answer any questions.
It was a sarcastic remark, but Vera couldn’t find an answer to it, so he just kept his mouth shut.
It was a word that penetrated the essence.
It was a word that penetrated the life Vera had lived.
Vera did not learn. Vera’s sword was a sword woven of past life experiences.
So, Vera’s sword has no brother. The most intuitive and practical movement possible. Only the turoman embodied through experience was intertwined. There was no way to get through him.
Vera’s sword has no righteousness. Vera’s sword was not a sword that contained, but a sword that poured out what was inside. It was a sword that poured out the anger that would burn my head, the hatred that made me muddy, and the resentment of the world that was trying to cut me down. He had no faith.
silence that continued for a long time.
To him, Bargo asked the question again.
“I will ask you again. What are you trying to become a paladin for?”
What did you come here for? It was such a question.
Suddenly, a blurry image appeared in Vera’s mind.
An infinitely faint, but strong embers that seemed to never be extinguished came to mind.
It was an embers that made me reach out my hand without knowing it.
It was the fire that made me so weak.
Vera’s gaze turned to Vargo.
The image of a sage was superimposed on the impression of a mean old man, who deserves to be called a monster.
Vera’s fists clenched. The teeth were bitten to the point of ‘popping’.
There was an emotion that came to mind.
It was a sticky rage that clings to the image.
There was anger at that old man who mocked me here and there.
He was angry with himself for not being able to say anything.
There was anger at the shallow accident that just rolled her eyes and thought she could just stay by her side.
What do you want to become a paladin for?
What did you come here for?
The accident ensued, and snow fell.
Above the dark soul, an oath engraved in gold rose.
Vera recalled the question again.
‘What was the oath for?’
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Only then did something that could barely be called a word came out.
With a frown on his face, Vera pushed through the rising rage, turned the mud beneath him, and pulled out what could be called a word.
“… How to keep it.”
Because I regretted the life I had only taken away.
“To learn not to regret.”
To extinguish the embers that even this ugly seed has lit.
“… So, I want to become a paladin.”
He wanted to live that life, so he followed her.
“Knock… .”
Bargo’s laughter pierced her ears.
Vera lifted his head and looked at Bargo.
A face that is still mean, yet somehow cheerful.
putting on.
“Now you look a bit like a human. You stinky kid.”
He smiled brightly and said so.