Episode 260 Grave of the Sword (6)
< Death Knight >
Danger Rating: A+ ~ ?
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-aka ‘death knight’.
The result of a knight who had noble strength and spirit during his lifetime being eaten into the abyss.
The mana of the negative dimension drawn from beyond the door of death indefinitely continues until the body crumbles and the soul wears away.
However, it is not yet known what happens when a being who has not paid it crosses another door behind the door of death.
Death Knight.
A noble knight who rose to the ranks of a superman died and became a changed being.
The strength they have differs so greatly from individual to individual that it is meaningless to calculate the risk level.
This is because the results vary greatly depending on the level of strength and mental strength of the knight who became a Death Knight and the environment and process of being processed into a Death Knight.
Once it has appeared, it is certain that the danger level A+ rank or higher is unconditionally laid down, but a higher level of dangerous Death Knight has not appeared in the last 100 years.
……But Bikir had a hunch right now.
The Cain Corso in front of me is clearly an S-rank monster that is more dangerous than “Madame Eight Legs” or “Basilisk.”
[I had crossed the threshold of death and entered it.]
Cane Corso calmly spoke of his death.
The words that I walked lonely in a remote place that no one in the world knows.
But he never regretted it until the end of his life.
Because at the price of that lonely death, he got closer to the highest core that no human being had been able to climb for centuries.
“……It’s a state that can only be reached by experiencing death.”
Bikir swallowed a saliva after hearing the conditions of the 9th meal.
carnivore (six). A state that can only be reached by transcending all emotions.
Seventh. A state that can only be reached by recovering abandoned emotions.
Eighth. It is a state that can only be reached by going back and forth countless times while holding a sword as if reborn.
And the old style was the most incomprehensible zone among the highest realms that only those who had truly experienced death could climb.
After excluding and re-excluding emotions to the extent that no one had ever loved in his entire life, Bikir rose to a meat diet and a seven-day diet due to his reunion with Camus.
And in the end, due to the deep learning of Cane Corso, he reached the eighth grade.
However, despite this, I couldn’t understand the contents of the 9th meal that I had just heard.
‘Are you saying you have to be reborn and die to become a higher being than the sword master? It’s a really ridiculous training method.’
It was so far away that even Bikir, who had risen to the level of 8th grade, could not easily believe it.
But right now, in front of me is a human who has reached the ninth level. Surprisingly, even at the cost of his life.
Cain Corso, who had become a Death Knight, said while shedding the darkness deep in his eyes.
[For this reason, it was said that it was impossible to climb the old style while you were still alive. This realm is an area that denies all common human understanding, empathy, belief, common sense, probability, and causality. A being who has never experienced death can never set foot here.]
“…”
[Ah, it looks like you have a lot of regrets in life. but. He must be at an age where he hasn’t even properly thought about death yet.]
Kane Corso said while sitting on the Iron Throne.
[You’re not ready yet.]
He drew the line with one word.
It was the boundary line that made the ark of this world and the other world different.
Bikir asked Cane Corso, who shook his head with a disappointed expression.
“What preparation are you talking about?”
[I will go up to the 8th meal. And the tower owner.]
Bikir couldn’t understand what he was talking about.
But he had one more question.
“…Then what about Type 10? Did you realize that you had to go up to Type 10? Does it really exist?”
[Of course, it actually exists. It’s just that even I, the owner of the tower, haven’t realized it yet.]
Cane Corso opened his mouth in a heavy voice.
[Didn’t I say you had to experience death to get to Type 9?]
“That’s right.”
[To get to Type 10, you have to die and wake up.]
Upon hearing Cane Corso’s words, Bikir half-opened his mouth in amazement.
Following the stage that cannot be climbed even if one dies while alive, the stage that cannot be climbed even after waking up after death protrudes.
It’s absurd that you have to die to get to Type 9, but you have to die and come back to life to get to Type 10?
“You don’t say die, you have to die. Then you die and wake up. What kind of pun logic is that…”
Bikir frowned as if he couldn’t understand at all.
Then Cane Corso smiled faintly.
[I don’t understand the meaning of the word, so I’m still stuck at meal 9. How can I wake up when I’m already dead? I may never reach the 10th meal.]
For him, not reaching the 10th meal is the same as saying that he will not be able to reach the rest.
Cain Corso died and became a Death Knight, but he did not know how to escape from the bondage of death and become a human again.
I didn’t mean to.
So, would he have to spend the extraordinarily long time of his life here alone?
Until he became a grave keeper of someone else’s grave at the age when he should have been a keeper of his own grave?
It was only then that Bikir began to wonder why this huge tower existed.
And Cain Corso began to open his mouth as if he had looked into Vikir’s head.
[This ‘tomb of the sword’ is the tomb of a great Baskerville.]
His words were astonishing.
The place where Baskerville’s ancestors, who made the Baskerville-style swordsmanship that Bikir learned, was born is the ‘cradle of swords’.
And the place where he died became the ‘grave of the sword’.
[His birth was like the birth of the sword, and his death was like the death of the sword.]
Vikir nodded quietly.
Perhaps the swordsmanship he learned, ‘Dusari Ambush’, was also invented by him.
Cain Corso said.
[This is ‘his’ grave, and at the same time, the place where those who follow the extreme will of the sword visit for the last time.]
Also, he added at the end.
[If you are a true Baskerville, you will come here at the end of your life.]
All Baskervilles are born in the ‘Cradle of Swords’.
However, only the truly great Baskerville, the Baskerville of the Baskervilles, can close his eyes in the ‘Tomb of the Knife’.
[The end of the great Baskerville is all the same. Through ‘his’ cradle, I come to ‘his’ grave. It will be the same for you.]
The children who came out of the cradle of the sword are destined to fall asleep in the grave of the sword, so Vikir will also come back here.
But Bikir snorted.
“I have a lot to do outside. I’m not coming back to this desolate and idle place.”
[Too many things to do? Heh heh heh – Life isn’t as great as you think. It is just a formula that exists between a problem and an answer.]
Human beings raise and experience numerous formulas in their lives. Birth, coming-of-age, ordination, wedding, funeral, etc… How many things are there to do?
It is a long equation that connects the problem of birth and the answer of death.
[At this age, you’ll soon forget all the details and ostentation.]
Cane Corso just stroked his beard.
yet.
The kung-
top swayed once.
The tomb of the sword began to shake.
“……what?”
Bikir was taken aback by the sudden strong wind that covered his eyes.
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu…
Beyond the raging storm, the figure of the Cane Corso was gradually fading.
‘I’ll see you again someday.’
Those were Cain Corso’s last words.
At the same time, Bikir noticed grains of white sand mixing in the storm.
The sand of the salt desert was filling the tower for some reason.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsutsu…
And soon after, let the wind calm down.
“……!”
Bikir noticed that he was standing on a barren desert.
The Tomb of the Swordsman. The huge tower had disappeared without a trace.
It’s like having a long dream.
……But what Bikir went through was by no means a dream.
This is because, at some point, he was holding two hard saplings in his hands.
Ghost Tree. A strange plant that had taken root behind the Iron Throne.
It was a black mage-only opart that Pomerian wanted.
“……It’s not a dream.”
This aura rising from his body was clearly proving that Vikir himself had risen to a higher level.
Type 8 sword master. Now I really have the confidence that I won’t lose even if I stick with Hugo.
“…”
Bikir raised his head.
However, the Cane Corso, to which he had to express his thanks, had already disappeared over the salt storm along with the grave of the sword.
In the sunny desert, not even a mirage can be seen, let alone an illusion.
Vikir bowed his head toward the Iron Throne, which he had been vividly facing until just now.
Then, holding the two roots of the wraith tree firmly in his hand, he turned around.
Toward the Baskervilles and the Colosseo Academy.
