The ending was the same as the beginning:
the brighter the moonlight in the sky, the darker the shadow beneath it became.
It was a shadow created by the headless knights who were still climbing over the wall.
The headless ones, who had been curled up as if dead for decades, were happy that they could finally reveal themselves under the unholy banner.
“Arnstein would be a suitable place to announce the beginning.”
The woman in black mourning clothes had her back to the moon.
Everyone in Arnstein was watching the woman who looked like a black drop of water floating on a blue moon.
“Now everyone is looking at me.”
Ramasht, the Black Woman, has been waiting for a moment like this for a long time.
That moment when everyone in the world looks at you.
I wanted to draw the attention of a world that had tried to ignore no matter how innocent children were burned to death and parents who lost their children cried.
“I wish everyone had done this a long time ago.”
Lamast, a fallen saint who chose harsh resistance against the world instead of obedience to God.
She knew full well that more intense colors were needed than anyone else to paint something in this hardened world.
To achieve that color, she did not hesitate to paint pitch black darkness over her pure soul.
Quaaaaang-!
Thus, her world depicted tonight.
Lamarshut began to laugh brightly as he watched Arnstein’s mansion collapse in front of him.
“Why but? “It wouldn’t be my first time seeing a dragon sculpture.”
Exciting-!
The sword cried, but the man was smiling.
With a piece of a dragon that doesn’t fit hanging on to my heart.
Seeing Frausen smiling with all his colors faded, Vlad felt sad rather than strange.
“…No. This.”
All this time, I have been following your traces.
However, there seemed to be no trace of the glorious sword master that Vlad had expected from the man who was completely in tatters.
“Aren’t you the Sword Master?”
It’s too deep tonight.
It was so dark and dense that everything I saw seemed strangely distorted.
Under the dark night sky, where both the Josef I trusted and the sword master I followed seemed to have lost their colors, Vlad had no choice but to raise his sword again.
“……A place for young potential and a fair price.”
There were young children who were falling into a sleep that they could not wake up from in the city of Moshiam.
Women shedding black tears as they suffocated and died in a village full of fog.
“These were all rules you were told to follow.”
He was not someone I admired simply because he was high.
I was able to look up to him because he was right.
However, the person in front of me now was insulting the achievements he had made so far and the rules I had followed, so Vlad felt as if his struggles so far had been denied.
“…But what are you doing here now?”
The world I admired up close was completely rotten and crushed.
Now that he had finally come face to face with Frausen’s stench, Vlad felt an unbearable discomfort.
“This is not the Sword Master.”
Gritting his teeth, Vlad raised his sword towards Frausen.
A person who can draw the world with a brush called a sword was called a sword master.
And now Vlad has picked up his brush to erase the ugly world in front of him from reality.
“I will erase you from here today.”
A golden horizon began to appear from Vlad’s eyes.
The line flowing along the will flowed along the sword and stretched straight towards Frausen, but the reddened eyes due to anger were something that could not be helped.
“The sword master’s discipline. “It’s been a while since I heard this.”
“Shut your mouth!”
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Vlad’s world began to draw towards Frausen, who laughed at the path I had followed.
Frausen let out a groan as if he was truly in trouble as he was pushed back against the wall by a heavy blow that was quite different from before.
Among the dragons and knights of this era who had ever faced each other, there was no one who pushed Frausen as hard as he did.
“There were times when I tried to protect it.”
“But why did you change!”
The two swords that were touching were pushing each other.
The visible color was the same, silver, but the will they held was different, so they had no choice but to push away.
“…Inherently, all people are beings who have no choice but to change. “You young and clumsy knight.”
The tense balance of the sword began to gradually shift towards Vlad.
It was because of the weight that Frausen had after pursuing his dream but only understanding reality.
Quijano told young Possibilities to take up the sword.
“No matter how young your potential is, you must know how to sacrifice it for the greater good.”
Quijano said that if you are there, do what you have to do.
“Even if you are where you should be, there are times when you have to close your eyes.”
And always get what you deserve.
Vlad still remembered the weight of the just reward that Godin had dropped on his head.
“And sometimes you have to be more greedy than the fair price.”
“Don’t be damned! “You son of a bitch!”
However, from the Sword Master’s mouth, his honorable rules are gradually starting to be erased.
The young knight who had followed his path was being hurt little by little by the words spoken by the old emperor after giving in to reality.
“A fake person like you has no right to say such things!”
Vlad’s eyes were getting redder as he looked down at Frausen, as if he could no longer bear the words uttered by a mere corpse.
It’s like a dragon’s gaze that easily defines who the other person is.
Vlad’s heart, which was already burning with anger, was shaking even more at the Sword Master’s brilliant skills playing with the dragon’s clumsy strength.
[Can not be done! Vlad! Don’t go over to the world of dragons!]
Quihano, who I cherished inside of me, was screaming no, but Vlad’s eyes, which were gradually turning blue, were rejecting all the world that was trying to shake me.
At Frausen’s words, which completely ignored the beliefs I had believed in and followed up until now, Vlad began to pour out the red-hot anger that he had been holding in for so long.
[Vlad!]
“Hwaaa!”
With those feelings that I can no longer control.
Vlad’s tightly clenched fist was suddenly holding the crying sword.
The dragon slayer sword became ominous along with the light emitted by its owner, and it became so red-hot that it even forgot its origins as a star.
“I’ll trample you so you can’t say anything anymore!”
The knight’s long, sharp fangs and blue eyes have turned pale. The name of the knight is Vlad Dragulia.
Vlad’s world, tilted by anger, suddenly resembled the father he had never seen.
“…It’s a dragon.”
Another side of Vlad, who has already returned to his anger due to anger, is the world of a natural dragon.
Frausen, who finally discovered traces of a dragon in Vlad’s world, which had many sides, did not hide his confused expression, asking if you had also changed.
“And I am a dragon slayer.”
There was a dragon running down the hallway.
However, the world reflected behind the dragon was not the brilliant golden color seen earlier, but an ominous red blood color.
Frausen raised his sword toward an ominous world no longer worthy of respect.
Phew!
The dragon slayer’s sword that cuts through the most perfect dragon, destroying and tearing apart the sinister world of dragons.
Thus, a writhing young dragon was caught by the tip of the sword that had been pushed in.
“Ouch……”
It was once a sword that I could have caught, but now it is a silver knight that has pierced me.
The silver knight sticking out from Vlad’s back was trembling slightly toward the moon that had risen brightly today, remembering the young knight he had seen on the World Tree.
“It was good until just now. Vlad Aureo.”
The blood flowing from his mouth splashed onto Frausen’s face.
But why did Frausen’s heart turn cold even though the dragon’s blood was right in front of him?
“But not in dragon form. That won’t stop me.”
“…Off.” The feeling when
I
came out was even more terrifying than when I went in.
Vlad twitched without realizing it because of the coldness of the sword he felt throughout his body.
“I will try to remember the name Justia. “At least it was worth it.”
The world was turning as the sword escaped.
The ground I was standing on got closer, and the sky I turned my back to became farther away.
Slurp.
After climbing over the completely broken wall of the second floor and falling to the ground, Vlad’s eyes were filled with a bright and clear moon that he had never seen before.
And the appearance of a man approaching me, covering the moon.
“……Joseph.”
The sword was still clenched in his hand as if he wanted to try it, but the look in Josef’s eyes was extremely cold.
It was probably inevitable that Vlad’s hands would lose strength little by little upon seeing those eyes.
“…Isn’t it?”
Black hair and black eyes.
The eyes that always looked at me with their backs to the bright window were now there.
The black eyes always seemed like they would never change, but today they looked so unfamiliar that I couldn’t bear it.
“I say no… please!”
The ground I was lying on was cold, but the sight that met my eyes was even colder.
Vlad spoke with earnest wishes to Josef, who was looking down at him, but the only answer he heard was the cold wind of winter.
Vlad let out a small cry towards Josef, who was looking down at him in a world that had turned upside down.
“With this, you have nothing more to repay me. “Vlad.”
Despite Vlad’s earnest requests, Josef’s appearance was getting further and further away.
Follow the black woman you see over there and towards the black carriage she brought.
Every time Josef got on the pitch-black carriage that looked like a coffin, the world that Vlad had built was being horribly broken.
That world was created by Josef, who reached out to me on a winter day when I was wandering around with only an unadorned sword in hand.
“Hmm…”
I don’t know if it was the blood escaping or Josef’s gaze looking down at me, but Vlad gradually began to curl up from the stinging coldness.
“Aaaah!”
Josef was disappearing into the blurring vision.
Vlad was shouting loudly to look here and not there, but Josef’s back was solid without any disturbance.
“No, huh… cough. “It’s not.”
Tonight was cold and the falling moonlight was heavy.
Just like the winter when we first met.
Josef’s back was becoming increasingly pale due to Vlad’s tears mixing with blood.
