216. King of the North (10)
#216
“I went. completely.”
Ronan who was checking his pulse nodded. Barca didn’t move anymore. He died of suffocation by holding his breath a miserable death worthy of a piece of trash. Adeshan who had been staring at him quietly opened his mouth.
“…is it really over this time?”
“When I feel anxious I do this. “Just turn your head for a moment.”
Ronan tugged at the hilt of his sword. Dozens of lines were drawn over Barca’s corpse with only his head and torso remaining. Wow! As soon as Ronan finished the slash his body disintegrated into pieces.
“Disgusting bastard.”
At this rate Barka would not be able to come back to life even if his grandfather came. The evil Were Tiger was nowhere to be seen among the pieces of meat and intestines rolling around in the pool of blood. The fierce cold was already freezing the blood and pieces of meat hard.
Whiiiiing…a biting wind was blowing. In less than a day the entity called Barca will become part of this sea of ice and disappear.
After finishing his work Ronan turned his back. Ade Shan watched the terrible process of salting without averting his eyes. Ronan scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed.
“I told you to look somewhere else. “It’s a good thing.”
“I wanted to see it tied.”
Even though he watched the scene without being able to eat for several days Adeshan remained calm. Ronan twisted his lips wordlessly.
‘It’s a knot.’
In fact if you think about Barca’s actions she was no different from killing the enemy who killed her mother and her brother. It was as if we reached the end of the North and ended in blood. Suddenly Adeshan’s body which had been standing still swayed like a reed.
“What are you okay?”
“Ugh. “I’m just a little tired…”
Ade Shan She smiled awkwardly. That’s what she said but her pale complexion didn’t look good.
It wasn’t too much of a stretch. It would have taken an enormous amount of her strength and energy to take control of Barca’s mind. As if to prove it the power felt by Adeshan now is not even 20% of what it was before.
At that time Adeshan’s power had become so strong that it seemed like he had borrowed it from someone. Just like when Ronan forcibly drew out his inherent potential with the power of the holy sword.
That was a car that I thought was going to crash. Ade Shan lost her balance and fell as her legs gave out.
“ah.”
“I knew it would be like this.”
Ronan laughed. He succeeded in holding her up just barely before her knees touched the floor. Ade Shan who was muttering covered her reddened face with her hands.
“Thank you so much….”
“thank you for your effort. “Get some rest.”
“I’ll wake up as soon as possible. But…what should we do with those people?”
Adeshan was looking at the ice plain through the gap between his fingers. The shallowly buried corpses of prisoners were rising breaking through the ice.
-Ugh…
-Gyaaaaa…
The already awakened corpses were wandering around aimlessly. A soulless moan was spreading through the wind. Perhaps because Barca died after rescinding his order there seemed to be no particular purpose.
“We need to give him rest.”
It didn’t look dangerous but it wasn’t a very nice sight either. A corpse is a corpse because it doesn’t move. It was natural for them to become white bones or ash and gain eternal rest. Ronan who was observing them opened her mouth.
“But I think we can do other things first. “Pick me up here.”
“Sorry.”
Adeshan bowed his head. Once the strength in my legs was lost it did not come back easily. Ronan who carried her without saying a word walked towards her laboratory.
“It’s heavy.”
“It seems like I give the same answer every time but it doesn’t feel heavy at all.”
“Uuuuuu…lie.”
Ade Shan unable to overcome her shame buried her face in his back. Ronan laughed. Rather considering its height it was rather light. As she walked like this carrying her on her back her old thoughts came back to her.
“It was like this during Baeksuje do you remember?”
“huh….”
“I still don’t know why the Alpha doppelganger turned into me back then. At that time I really hated myself. Do doppelgangers make mistakes too?”
After defeating the poacher Ronan encountered his doppelganger while returning with Adeshan on his back. Surprisingly the Alpha doppelganger who turned into his crush turned into Ronan himself.
Although later he turned into Adeshan during his time as a general. Even though more than two years had passed it was still an unanswered question.
“So…?”
Ade Shan buried his face and mumbled. At that time he couldn’t tell even if his mouth was torn that the doppelganger had actually made eye contact with him and not Ronan.
‘I changed without a single thought.’
It would be dangerous if the story went this way. Memories at the Hill of the Four Seasons Thoughts like the artificial respiration that had taken place just a few hours ago were coming back to me one after another.
If things continued like this I was afraid that my pounding heart would be heard. The temperature gets hotter too. Adeshan who was quickly thinking changed the topic.
“What did that mean anyway?”
“What is it?”
“The story of the dragon city.”
“ah. That’s right. “I said something like that.”
Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. I was so out of it that I forgot about it for a while. Barka whose mind was taken over also spit out information related to Nebula Clazier.
Among the many pieces of information this was the most meaningful. The leader of the cult who appeared at the meeting for the first time in a while said that he had to make contact with Adren the city of dragons. This happened a long time after Ronan visited Drimoor with Navardose just a few days ago.
‘I’m sure the conversation with Navardose is over. It’s very suspicious.’
Ronan’s brows narrowed. He succeeded in warning the Mother of Fire of the dangers of Nebula Clage.
Although there is a separate king who rules Adren in the end the real power is Navarre and it seems like he has some sort of plot. Ronan who was thinking about something nodded his head.
“Hmm… I guess I’ll have to contact you as soon as this is over.”
“With whom?”
“It’s Navardose. “I don’t know if you’ll reply because you’re so busy.”
“…You have really wide feet.”
Adeshan muttered in astonishment. Not only was she an emperor she was now the Mother of Fire. For a moment a look of concern appeared on her face.
‘Is it okay for me to like him?’
Her reddened ears were cooling quickly. The Ronan she had seen so far was someone who always pursued only her cause as a goal. I was afraid that her personal love would block that path.
Anyway the two arrived at the lab. The stench became even more intense as it stung my nose. This was because the experimental tools and specimens broke and the contents leaked out.
The space which had been neatly organized in its own way had become as if a drunken ogre family had stayed there for the night. Adeshan said.
“I don’t feel any sign of it.”
“me too.”
“I think I can walk now. “You wrote it well.”
Adeshan whose legs had regained strength got off Ronan’s back. The two began to walk around the lab with their nerves tense. Ronan who soon found what he was looking for froze in place.
“It’s here.”
“Oh you found it.”
She was approached by Ade Shan who was looking elsewhere. They stood side by side and looked down at the corpse of Aradan Turgen.
He was lying calmly in an upright position. It was hard to believe that he was someone who had been running wild as if his body was on fire not long ago.
Her regenerated body was in better condition than before it was chopped into pieces by Ronan. With his eyes closed peacefully he looked more like he was asleep than dead. Ronan tilted his head.
“Huh how are you so fine?”
“I guess the timing of the playback was just right by chance. “The moment the body was restored Barka released the soul.”
“…It’s a miracle.”
Ronan muttered as if he was talking to himself. Both the monster-like extended right arm and the disgusting tentacles disappeared leaving only the were tiger boy who once admired his father resting in eternal rest. Adeshan who was looking at him opened his mouth.
“Why did I have to go through this?”
The voice was dark as if there were dark clouds. Ronan didn’t answer. It may be correct to say that it was not possible. Both of them were victims of misfortune caused by a madman named Barca.
Why did I have to go through this? No one knows that. Doing what you can is the iron rule of life so Ronan just quietly hugged Adeshan who was shedding tears next to him. After shaking her shoulders for a moment she spoke in a whisper.
“…thank you.”
A loud breathing sound was heard. Fortunately she recovered her strength and was on her feet in less than five minutes. She still had a lot of work left to do to be sentimental.
The two searched the lab for a while. Materials that could prove Barca’s evil nature were collected and any magic tools or objects that could be misused were destroyed on the spot.
It took much longer than expected because not only the underground but also the huge ship had been converted into Barca’s hideout. Ronan muttered as he stuffed his materials into his backpack.
“Will this be enough to correct the North?”
“Maybe so. “A lot of change will occur just by realizing that they have been deceived.”
“I hope so.”
The two people who finished their work packed their luggage. Adeshan carried his and Ronan’s backpacks at the same time and Ronan carried Aradan’s body. This boy who fought as a warrior even in death deserves to be buried in a place where the sun shines.
All that was left was to give eternal rest to the wandering corpses. It was the moment when they passed through the passage they came in and opened the stone door. Whoa! A sudden craze blew back my bangs.
“Ugh?!”
“Aaaah!”
Sparks were mixed in the hot dry wind. There was a thick burning smell reminiscent of a crematorium. The two people barely opened their eyes and froze in place.
“What kind of bullshit is this?”
“What…!”
A scene unfolded like a madman’s imagination. Polar lights reminiscent of a green pleated skirt were crossing the dark sky. Below waves of flame that seemed to have come from hell were burning the ice plain.
-Keeeeek!
-Gyaaagh!
All of the corpses that Barca had collected were burning. The reanimated corpses wandered around in the fire screamed and then turned to ashes while the non-reanimated corpses lay still and turned to ashes like firewood.
I don’t know if this expression is appropriate but it seemed like no one survived. Ronan was looking at the fire scene when the accident stopped. He suddenly shouted as Ade Shan pointed to the sky.
“Ro Ronan. excuse me!”
“yes?”
The already large eyes grew even wider. Ronan turned her head in the direction she pointed. His eyes fell on the sky and he froze in place.
“Oh fuck.”
An eagle almost as big as Itargand was flapping its wings in place. Every time the huge wings flapped the strong wind blew away the fire.
The beautiful sculptural body was shining blue. Ronan’s eyes narrowed. An inexplicable sense of déjà vu was felt by the eagle. He soon succeeded in recovering his memories and sighed.
“Hiran…!”
It was definitely true. It was Hyran the highest-ranking wind spirit called the Prince of Storms. Ronan remembered seeing him during his two-year trip to Haeju.
‘There is no way that Hylan has come….’
There are very few people who can make a contract with the highest-ranking spirit. At least there was only one person Ronan knew. Suddenly the map he found in his father’s room came into his mind. The target point on the map was clearly the Sea of Ghosts.
Eventually the flames covering the Sea of Ghosts died down. There was no body to be found in the deep ice pit as if a meteorite had fallen. A trembling voice escaped from Adeshan’s lips.
“You’re not coming this way are you…?”
Her gaze rested on Hyran flapping his wings in the air. The Prince of Storms did not react in any way and was looking down at the two people blankly. After about a minute Hyran who had been staring at Ronan suddenly roared.
“Puiyooooooo!”
“Hiyaaaak!”
Adeshan startled hugged Ronan. Hyran folded her wings and began to descend. Hiran circling in a wide circle finally landed on a cliff.
She was not very far away so she could observe the vicinity with the naked eye. Ronan’s eyes widened as he looked around Hyran.
“That’s…!”
An elf woman was stroking Hyran’s head. Her silver hair shimmered a dusky green in the polar light.
Even after thousands of years have passed her ruby-like red eyes have not faded. The sight of her struggling to save her savior was still vivid.
Great spiritist. And one of the founders of Nebula Clazier who followed the Savior. Ronan’s mouth opened quietly.
“Elthea.”
