The greatest trace (2)
The dragon does not die even if you kill it.
Even though it was torn to pieces and thrown all over the world, the dragon’s will, which is as tough as it is perfect, will still live on everywhere.
It was born that way from the beginning.
What will I do when that time comes?
If the damned dragon crawls out again when I’m not around.
Will the knights of that time be able to do it like me?
Even if I am now sowing seeds for them in the future.
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[Vlad! [Vlad, come to your senses!]
Vlad is still as hard as stone and is only making suppressed moans.
Quijano inside him kept shouting to wake Vlad up, but Vlad, who was listening, was unable to even lift a finger.
“Off-!”
Exciting-! Exciting-!
The pressure he could feel as a prosecutor and the instinct flowing through his blood were shouting at the same time.
If you fight back, you die.
So lie down flat.
“Do you want to live?”
The man who came with the fog was smiling at Vlad.
A piece that had been forcefully driven into the heart began to beat slowly along with the young dragon’s struggles.
“Then pray. “Just like before.”
A man who was walking backwards, not toward tomorrow but toward the past. Frausen.
He was recalling old memories as he looked at Vlad’s blue eyes that looked exactly like someone else.
“Fuck… eat… uh.”
However, unlike the dragon back then, the young dragon in front of me did not bow its head to ask for its life.
Frausen smiled faintly as he looked at Vlad’s middle finger, which was raised with difficulty.
“He’s got some useful spirit.”
Quijano, who was inside, and Frausen, who was outside, looked in different directions, but felt the same.
The Sword Master, who cherishes rising stars, has always been a person who loves those who take on challenges.
“It’s a shame it’s a dragon, though.”
But no matter how much you like it, what’s in front of you is a dragon.
Since it was a being that must be killed as it grew by feeding on someone’s potential, the man drew his sword.
A rattling sound was heard from his ill-fitting sword sheath.
“…Vlad.”
However, the man who introduced himself as Frausen stopped for a moment when he heard a sound.
Because there was a strange vibration hidden in Vlad’s voice.
“It’s not a dragon… it’s Vlad, you bastard.”
The world of the greatest dragon slayer was now before Vlad.
A gigantic being that any knight would have no choice but to bow down to.
However, even in front of that great being, Vlad was gradually reaching out for his sword.
“Hmph!”
If she ends up dying here, who will repay Justia’s sacrifice?
I still have the words she gave me as a gift written in my heart.
I was nothing but a squire, but she called me the knight who protected the children’s breath.
“…!”
[……!]
Vlad’s world began to spread from the tips of the swords that touched each other.
A flower that only I could see.
The world that could now be seen even through two eyes that were not closed was now hanging on the tip of Vlad’s sword.
Little by little, the world the boy dreamed of began to fill the bloody room.
“……this.”
How precious are young people who can express their potential to the world.
Quijano and Frausen were thinking the same thing at the same time as they glimpsed the world the boy dreamed of at the tip of the sword.
I wanted to protect this in front of the most perfect dragon.
“okay. “Vlad.”
Instead of being an inner world, Vlad’s world now flows outward.
However, the trembling person had not yet noticed that his world had come out of its shell.
The present moment is the most dangerous and regrettable.
So I asked the drivers to protect this moment.
“Just die.”
In Quihano’s eyes, he could see the world created by Vlad, but in Frausen’s ears, the screams of countless stars that had been trampled under the dragon’s claws rang clearly.
“……hmm?”
The tip of the raised sword flashes.
But was it because of a moment of hesitation?
The tip of his sword, which was raised closely, could not fly into the young dragon’s neck.
“Tsk!”
Suddenly, Vlad, who was lying down, began to fall under the bed with a cry.
With that, Vlad’s world disappeared like a mirage.
Frausen’s eyes widened at the sight of Vlad sinking into the bed as if it were a bathtub.
“……this.”
Even the prosecutor who deals with the unexpected is taken aback by the situation, which goes beyond common sense.
However, no matter how much I opened my eyes and watched, Vlad and the young deacon who had been lying there just now had already disappeared.
Even now, only the bed sheets were fluttering and creating ripples where they were lying.
“…Wizards in any era are extremely embarrassing.”
Frausen, who had finally grasped the situation, smiled in despair and bit his lip.
I shouldn’t have hesitated.
I didn’t come back for this.
“Hidden in mystery is only temporary. “Young dragon.”
As soon as Vlad walked away, Frausen’s expression disappeared again and he glared at the floor under the bed with dry eyes.
A place filled with only the blood stains of fallen paladin.
No matter how much he wrapped around it, his invisible, empty world began to catch the small waves that were still ringing.
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Vlad was gritting his teeth as he felt the dizzying feeling of endless falling.
‘What’s this!’
From the 4th floor to the 3rd floor. From the 3rd floor to the 2nd floor.
Although he was constantly falling with a strange feeling, Vlad held the young Deacon next to him tightly.
The farther away he got from the man who introduced himself as Frausen, the more his frozen knuckles began to loosen.
“Ugh!”
And finally, Vlad and Jean fall to the bottom of the church.
There was Nibelun, extending his hand towards them as they came down.
“Light as a feather…!”
I hurriedly recited the spell, but falling things have no wings.
Kuung-!
“…I had to wait, but the order was a bit long.”
Seeing Vlad fall from the ceiling with the loud sound of armor, Nibelun lost his appetite.
“Kwaaa……”
“What is it? why? “What happened up there?”
Perhaps it was because he fell to the floor and was in pain, or because his body was still stiff, but Vlad could not easily get up from the floor.
“Look at this! “I have never seen or heard of a being with this much spiritual pressure in my entire life!”
Nibelun, who received Jean from Vlad, hurriedly searched in his arms and pointed a strange object at Vlad, who was still unconscious.
“What is this?”
“It’s a distortion indicator. It is a tool for measuring mysteries and world divinity.”
When I pointed it at Vlad, the tip of the compass needle spun around at a high speed as if it were broken.
“Eh? “Why is this like this?”
Looking at this, Nibelun tapped the compass as if embarrassed, but the compass was only doing its job well.
“Uuuu……”
However, Vlad, who was rolling around, had not yet escaped from Frausen’s hold.
Instead of answering the question, seeing Vlad still squirming, a tall shadow began to stand up inside the prison.
“I’m overwhelmed.”
He was Pierre, who had been detained in the basement of the church by Günter.
Pierre, who had many experiences with evil beings, immediately recognized Vlad’s condition and took out a small club from his pocket.
“I’ll tell you in advance, I have no personal grudges.”
“eww?”
“No, there is a little bit.”
Vlad, who had been suffering from chill-like paralysis for a while, was frightened when he saw Pierre hitting something at him, but this time there was no way to avoid it.
-It is only His will that dispels the fog of illusion!
bang-! bang-! bang-!
Three blows that echoed inside the prison.
Even though his head was thrown down, Vlad stood up and held his head with a brilliant sound.
“What are you doing!”
“I just kicked out the energy that had taken root in my head.”
Vlad’s goal was on the rise due to Pierre’s merciless attack, but as he said, he was moving normally, unlike before.
Pierre grinned and slapped a small baton in front of Vlad.
I don’t know why, but the small batons that looked like those used by judges seemed to be full of faint blood stains.
Kwasik-!
Kwazijic-!
However, before I even had time to utter a single word of resentment, the ceiling of the prison began to rumble.
Because someone’s punches coming down to the basement were shaking Mosiam’s church without mercy.
“It looks like they’re following me!”
“How is it worth trying?”
Unlike Nibelun, who was pale, Pierre was ready for a decisive battle, but Vlad, who would actually be the sword, just shook his head as if he was indignant.
“Well, I guess I was overwhelmed.”
“……”
Despite Pierre’s criticism, Vlad did not dare to make an excuse.
There were still drops of blood from Justia all over Vlad’s armor.
The hole in the shell that the young bird pecked out into the world was still too small to be seen.
“Shall we go out first?”
“how?”
The vibrations echoing through the ceiling were getting closer and closer.
Moreover, this place is underground, so if you escape to the first floor, you will inevitably encounter an unknown being.
It was a situation where Pierre could have questioned Nibelun’s words about going out.
“Mystery shows the way anytime and anywhere.”
“joy. “The beastmen always deceive people with words like this.”
Nibelun, who lightly ignored Pierre’s mocking behavior, hurriedly pulled out a long carpet from his backpack.
It was too large to fit inside the backpack, but the way it was pulled out shyly looked very familiar.
“Hang this on the wall.”
When Nibelun’s carpet was attached to the prison wall, it stuck as if nails had been driven into it.
“Correct the direction… now it’s done.”
Nibellun patted both hands as if she was done and lifted up the carpet.
Vlad and Pierre looked at this, wondering what kind of strange thing this was, but what they could see outside the carpet was not the walls of the prison, but a fog-filled street in Moshiam.
“Let’s go. “I can’t last much longer than this.”
“…….”
“…….”
Looking at Nibelun, which connected two places that could not possibly be connected, the faithful priest and worldly knight were left speechless.
bang-! bang-!
They wondered if it would be safe, but now, seeing the ceiling covered in stone dust, Vlad and Pierre had no choice but to move quickly.
[Don’t waste the time she made. There is nothing in this world more precious or more expensive than the price of life.]
‘……I understand.’
Vlad, who was carrying Jean, who was still asleep, gritted his teeth as he felt someone approaching.
I wanted to burst out in anger right now, but if I was the opponent I just saw, no matter how hard I tried to attack, I would definitely lose.
Resolution without a plan is nothing more than a vain illusion.
As the voice said, Vlad had no intention of throwing away his life, which Justia had saved, in vain.
“Vlad!”
Vlad walked into the carpet, following Nibelun’s voice softly shouting from outside.
A loud tremor soon reached the prison where they were, but as soon as Nibelun’s arm stuck out and quickly retrieved the hanging carpet, no one’s voice could be heard inside the prison.
“…You ran away.”
The mystery of Nibelune that saved the party from the empty world.
However, Frausen, the tracker, could not really complain about Nibelun.
The mystery that the beastmen never let go of was also probably one of the worlds he was trying to protect.
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A whitish tombstone was seen in a vacant lot filled with fog.
Vlad, who realized where he was standing with the tombstone, quickly drew his sword and began to look out for his surroundings.
“It’s good that you ran away, but why are you here?”
“This was the only place I remember.”
Seeing Nibelun scratching the back of his head, Vlad wanted to vent his anger, but that was actually the reason he escaped.
“Do I really have to come back to the cemetery during this mess?”
“After all, a church is better than a cemetery, right?”
“Are you crazy!”
Vlad quickly kicked off his backpack as he saw Nibelun trying to spread the carpet again.
“Oh, Mr. what!”
“I have a lot in my backpack. “It’s a lot heavier than it looks.”
However, the backpack that was kicked just stayed still and did not move.
However, despite saying that it was really heavy, Nibelun just carried the backpack without a care in the world.
“Where do we go now?”
“…….”
In response to Nibelun’s question, Vlad pulled Jean, who was carrying him on his back, and hurriedly looked across the cemetery.
Since the cemetery was located on the outskirts of the city, there should have been a castle wall right next to it, but right now, Vlad’s eyes were filled with fog and he could not see any surrounding facilities.
“You won’t be able to go outside. “It seems like the demonic transformation has already begun.”
Pierre, who said that he probably wouldn’t be able to come in from outside right now, quietly closed his eyes and began to pray.
“Then what should I do?”
“What should I do?”
Pierre grabbed the baton he was holding and started walking out of the cemetery.
“The reason Moshiam is like this now is because of a strange curse that moves through the fog.”
Curses were powerful techniques that black magic boasted, but they had a common weakness: they disappeared without a trace if the source was lifted.
“If you want to get out of here, you just have to destroy the source.”
“What is its origin?”
Pierre’s baton moves slowly at Vlad’s words.
Vlad took a step back while looking at the baton, but Pierre’s fingertip was actually pointing at something floating in the distance.
“It all started with that guy.”
“…….”
In the middle of the city, there was a tree floating on the ocean-like fog.
Although only half of it was left after Vlad split it, the tree in the sky was still spewing out fog, eating people’s screams.
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“Keuuuu!”
The Paladins are struggling to maintain their square in the fog.
However, some of the knights who were unable to take care of themselves had already split mercilessly outside the formation and had become unrecognizable.
The headless people in front were completely unaffected, to the point where the stigmata on their foreheads were insignificant.
“What a wicked move…”
Gunther was shaking his head as if he was dizzy, and his expression of disappointment was deep.
If it was simply a clash of swords and swords, it wouldn’t have been this difficult.
However, the woman floating in the air was still constantly harassing the Holy Knights.
And that too through methods they are familiar with.
“For some reason, it wasn’t even written in the exorcism book…”
Gunter’s eyes were burning as he finally realized the woman’s identity.
The woman was certainly a strange being, but she was not born from a devil.
“Apostate!”
A traitor who abandoned God’s will.
These are miracles that cannot be accomplished without cultivating spirituality.
“Reveal your name! “You wicked thing!”
Gunter was shouting as if he was spitting out hatred, but the woman looking at him was only smiling warmly.
“What good is a name? If you sweep it up, it will be erased anyway.”
The woman with a faint smile immediately put her hands together and raised her head towards the sky.
Behind me is a tree stretching towards the sky.
And right in front of them are the faithful servants of God shedding blood.
It was a sight she had never wanted to see.
“I should have done this a long time ago.”
The woman took a deep breath, looking towards the distant sky outside the fog.
A hymn to God soon spreads.
“……what?”
The Holy Knights were taken aback by her voice, which was so fine and beautiful.
However, what was strange was that, unlike the beautiful voice, the hymn that was being sung was eerily ominous.
Even the Holy Knights stopped covering their ears as they heard the lyrics memorized backwards in a familiar rhyme.
