I remember Jorge’s eyes shaking helplessly as the
moon set and he lost sight of himself.
Even the cries of prostitutes and the fishy smell of a piece of meat that fell on his head.
The man who destroyed my nest left without even looking back.
Yes. I brought that man here.
“Godin.”
A familiar man was seen through the gap opened by the knights.
A man whose demeanor was a mess, but the sword he was holding still shined.
“Wow, you’ve come this far. bantling.”
Godin, whom I finally saw up close, was smiling faintly.
Just like that time when I introduced myself with a false name.
However, unlike before, the sword he was raising was pointing exactly at himself.
“Say your name. “Knight of Gaidar.”
“……what?”
A man who now stands as a knight, not a boy from an alley.
Towards the blue moon he was finally facing, Vlad spoke out the words he had kept for a long time.
“Your name. Tell me. In front of me now.”
The anger that I had harbored for so long that it had now become a wish was coming out.
I want the true name, not the false name of the day.
Because now that we are facing each other on an equal footing, I am probably the person who deserves to hear those words from you.
“okay. “I guess so.”
Godin looked at Vlad’s eyes filled with strange desire and nodded as if he understood everything.
Even though it was a short meeting, I liked this side of him.
It would have been nice to have taken me there then.
“This is Godin of Gaidar.”
“Vlad of Shoara.”
The true name that I can finally hear from his mouth.
Hearing that name, Vlad clenched his hands.
It has finally arrived. Until here.
The man who was as distant as the moon in the sky is now before my eyes.
“You said a knight would only take a fair price, right Godin?”
Now, the two people are facing each other in true names, not as the boy from the back alley and the false article.
After exchanging names, Godin and Vlad closed their left eyes at the same time, as if they had made a promise.
“I have something I haven’t received from you yet.”
A broken nest never comes back intact.
So I break the moon today.
For killing you. Godin
, that would be my fair price for that day.
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Kwaaaaang-!
In the middle of the battlefield where countless knights clash.
However, there was a space where the most spectacular confrontation took place.
It was a place where an exploding blue color and a white color similar to that color were staring at each other.
‘That’s fast!’
Speed beyond prediction.
It was clearly a very simple route, but Vlad’s strike was fast enough to put Godin by surprise.
“Hwaaaap!”
The overtaking of the initiative was spectacular.
And never let go of the momentum you have gained.
As the voice instructed, Vlad succeeded in attacking first, and began to rush towards Godin, shaking the initiative he had gained to his heart’s content.
‘You covered it again.’
Numerous numbers are hidden in the fluid steps taken, but the slashing of the sword is simple and clear.
A sword with clear intentions, unlike its unpredictable movements.
A truly contradictory existence.
There is no trace of the harsh slaps of the past anymore.
“…!”
I could see Godin’s world from my closed left eye.
Where is he looking and what is he aiming for?
‘now!’
And even where it is empty.
The keen insight learned from the Imperial Sword was showing the way to a space where the blue moonlight could not reach.
Go go go go!
“Ugh!”
Rush without hesitation because you are confident.
The afterimages of the aurors exploded loudly along with him.
Everyone here was fighting for life or death, but it was still a light that made it impossible to look back.
“I told you then.”
“…!”
It’s a black tooth it’s holding, and what it’s staring at is a beast.
Two swords making a loud crackling sound.
A strange madness that no human being could dare to embrace began to bloom within the blue eyes that faced each other so closely.
“I will definitely kill you!”
Vlad’s shout was as if he was shouting, “Look at me.”
There was a sound in front of Godin that he could no longer ignore.
“die!”
I was out of breath from my exhausted body, but the steps I took were light.
Because the opponent he faced was Godin, Vlad was able to focus on the battle by immersing himself in a deeper world than ever before.
So much so that he doesn’t even notice that the light forming on the tip of his sword is gradually changing from blue to another color.
Kwaang-! bang! bang!
Wild sparks were flying out between the sword containing the stars and the sword where the moonlight stayed.
A blonde knight who has no hesitation in setting himself on fire.
The world I wanted, hoped for, and truly wanted to reach is now in front of me.
“This is all! “You kid!”
“Don’t call me a brat!”
When I look back now, the things left behind are just traces.
From the name given by the true priest to the sword he was currently holding, it all came from traces of someone else.
“You can’t even call me a brat.”
Among them, one of the most deeply engraved marks.
It was a wound, a scar, and the most painful memory embedded in Vlad’s world.
“Because now we’re facing each other.”
“…!”
The smile of a rose. The boy’s nest.
Bright red roses were in full bloom there.
I remember Jorge’s gaze as he looked at Burray’s neck, which was shaking helplessly.
“I couldn’t do anything back then.”
A clear shape began to spread out from Vlad’s sword.
The world that was only inside me is outside the world.
Now, in a way that anyone can recognize.
Along with that, his left eye slowly begins to open.
“Not now.”
There was a ray of aura flowing down like a tear through the world that I was finally able to see with my own two eyes.
golden yellow.
The color was a brilliant golden color that the boy had kept since he was born.
——!
Knights fighting in their own battlefields.
And Peter, who was watching from afar, could not help but widen his eyes: a beam of light.
Golden waves began to curve around the tip of the sword as it was swung widely.
“Avoid!”
“Everyone bow your heads!”
Vlad’s world began to materialize above the world he fully encountered.
Gorgeous yet sharp waves.
It was a wave like the scene when the moonlight spread out.
I am here.
I, Vlad of Shoara, come to you.
My world, now firmly established, reaches towards the moon called you.
“Ugh!”
In front of the unfolding golden waves, the world called Godin began to bloom with bright red blood and a single rose.
It was the same wave as mine, but the color was clearly different.
“Khahahaha!”
Even though he met him as an enemy, Godin burst into laughter as he looked at the young world that followed him.
Although it wasn’t my intention, I felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction as I watched the world grow along with me.
“It’s too bad we met as enemies.”
Godin said he was disappointed, and a blue aura began to form from the tip of his sword.
The blue moonlight, which was like the beginning of the story, was just as pitiful as it was then.
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The battlefield used to be filled with many shouts, but is now filled with only silence.
The slush mixed with the scattered blood is sticky.
“Huh, huh…”
It was so sticky that he couldn’t even lift his head, so Vlad could only kneel and breathe heavily.
Even though the cold blade of the sword was touching the back of his neck right now.
“But, kid. “Didn’t I tell you then?”
Even though I told him not to call me Aesong, Godin still called himself Aesong.
It would be natural.
I lost to him.
“I told you to check where you are before moving forward.”
There was a lesson taught to the boy who was running through the darkness of Shoara.
Don’t panic and take your time.
From where you are now and how to move forward.
“Only then will we get the right direction… right?”
Rather than going fast, we need to find the right direction.
Only then will it not go astray like it does now.
“Cough.”
A streak of dark red blood was running down the blade that touched the nape of the neck.
The bright red blood that had slowly flowed down the sword slowly went down Vlad’s neck and reached his cold fingertips.
“Still to you… it’s just the name. bantling.”
Like the tip of a swinging sword, the end of Godin’s words were gradually fading away.
Before Godin’s words were completely consumed by darkness, Vlad quickly raised his head and looked at the man standing in front of him.
“…….”
Bayezid’s knights suddenly surrounded Godin.
The swords stuck all over Godin’s body were blocking his every move as he reached Vlad’s neck.
Among them, the sword that precisely pierced the heart had an emblem engraved on it that only the head of Bayezid could use.
“……welcome. “Sweetheart.”
The moon above the sky falls.
By the swords of others, not mine.
“I came to the world of knights.”
Creak –
Bright red blood began to gush out over the wounds of the swords that were slowly being pulled out.
Godin is slowly falling apart with flowing blood.
However, as he looked at Vlad, his face showed no pain or anger, but only a faint smile.
It was a smile that only a winner could wear.
“…I lost. Godin of Gaidar.”
Even though he couldn’t hear what he was saying now, Vlad still said the last words he had to say as a knight.
The blue moon that I hated but admired.
Vlad just bowed his head again as he looked at the moon that he wanted to reach so badly but was unable to jump over.
Winners on top, losers on the bottom.
And now the unchallengeable blue moon is forever above me.
Just like that, Vlad just quietly chanted to the moon that had fallen to the ground.
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“Count! Count!”
“…….”
A guard knight shouts loudly from the side.
However, despite his cries, Sigmund just stood still with a sad expression on his face.
He had a helpless expression, as if something had escaped him.
“You need to get out now! The gates of Deermar have opened behind us!”
Indeed, as he said, there were soldiers slowly walking out from behind Gaidar.
The Hainal army has finally gathered its troops and opened the castle gate.
The way they escaped together with the dark-eyed young man was as brutal as what they had been through so far.
“……Take care of my son. “Now it’s the second most valuable thing after me.”
“All right. Count!”
The battle is lost, but the war is not over yet.
Since war was not decided in one battle, Sigmund had to promise the next.
“……Damn it.”
In a battlefield where countless shouts echoed, Sigmund quietly looked at the hill above.
The eagle’s flag was clearly running proudly just a moment ago, but stopped before we knew it.
It seemed like the burden was too great to rely on that one flag for everything.
“Everyone retreat! Survive somehow!”
This battle has been lost.
Life is a series of uncertainties, but I never expected it to turn out this way.
“My bones hurt.”
However, what bothers Sigmund more than one defeat is his knight, who has now been defeated.
Although he may not have been loyal, the Blue Moonlight Knight clearly had the same dream.
I was able to come up here because I was with him.
“Count!”
“……let’s go.”
You didn’t need permission to come in, but you had to leave a lot of things behind when you left.
That was Peter’s request, and now Sigmund had to hide himself in a miserable way so as not to risk his life.
The resentment and swearing of countless soldiers coming from behind.
Next to Sigmund, who was hurriedly leaving them behind, there was only a shabby army numbering less than 100 people.
