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according to an old tradition, the sword was said to have a brilliant silver color.
It is said that it has a will and knows how to reveal its will through the sound of its owner.
Hum-hum-hum-
just like that sword coming towards me right now.
Wow-!
The winter dirt floor, unable to withstand the pressure created by swords and swords, began to create a harsh dust storm.
However, even in his hazy vision, Rodrigo was busy looking at the silver swords that met each other.
‘…This can’t be right!’
The sword was crying.
Along with Jin-eun’s coin that I kept in my heart.
Rodrigo could not help but feel embarrassed as he felt the coin ringing inside the breastplate.
“Vlad Dragulia! “Where on earth did you learn the imperial sword?”
“…….”
Rodrigo’s question about Vlad’s origins was loud, but the person who actually asked the question simply hid his body in the pale dust again.
The moment the thick dust swallowed Vlad’s golden light, the screams of knights began to be heard from in front.
“Where are you?”
“Have each other’s backs! Reduce the blind spot!”
“Damn it! “That bastard is too fast!”
Quang! bang! Kwasik!
A loud sound was heard every time a solid golden line was drawn in the blocked field of vision.
Every time that sound was heard, the surrounding buildings collapsed without fail, and the cloudy dust that came with it began to obscure the knights’ eyes.
“…The Imperial Military Police should have found it right away.”
The trick to killing with a single blow comes from controlling the battlefield.
A eerie voice was heard coming from the dust storm of fighting enemies that outnumbered me.
“Isn’t the real culprit still walking around unharmed because of you incompetent bastards?”
Incompetent guys who can’t even see properly because they are caught up in the fog created by their opponents.
Vlad was more angry at Auguste’s resentment that could not be resolved than at the unfair misunderstanding I received.
“You shrewd bastards.”
A strange look began to form within the blue eyes.
Auguste’s world is a world where you find the truth hidden behind the scenes.
Vlad’s vision, sparkling even in the driving dust storm, was clearly taken from Auguste, the commander of the Imperial Military Police.
“…!”
Vlad’s breathing, which was as heavy as the raised blade, stopped for a moment.
The reason it’s difficult to take the first step is because I don’t know where to go.
However, there was not the slightest hesitation in the heavy steps Vlad was taking now.
Because I definitely knew where I had to go.
Saaaa!
With the sound of cutting the wind, swords began to fly towards the knights from the dust.
A sword technique created by a duelist who was said to have faced the most perfect dragon in the past.
However, the beam of light approaching the knights was much closer to a circular shape.
“Gagging!”
“Aaaah!”
Some have breastplates, some have wrists, and some have swords.
Lines created by the knights’ blood began to follow the weaknesses that Auguste had pointed out.
“Do I still look like a criminal after all this?”
The passing sword skills belong to the old imperial family, and the gaze in the blue eyes belongs to the commander of the Imperial Military Police.
And crying along with him is a brilliantly shining silver sword. Even amidst the
blood
pouring out, the military police officers’ eyes widened.
Because the most authentic sword of all was passing by them.
“……oh my god.”
The pale dust was settling along with Rodrigo’s sigh.
When the dust cleared, all that was visible was the knights of the military police who had frozen into stone statues and the tip of Vlad’s sword passed by them.
“Where did you learn the imperial sword?”
Vlad swung away the dripping blood and raised his sword towards Rodrigo, who stood still in surprise.
“I learned it from that guy.”
The tip of the outstretched sword was sharp, but the direction it was pointing was not towards Rodrigo.
He was simply facing the flag of the Imperial Military Police waving behind him.
“who?”
With Vlad’s answer, the knights of the military police slowly begin to fall.
However, even though his men were collapsing right in front of him, Rodrigo had no choice but to turn his head to follow the tip of the sword that Vlad was pointing at.
“flag?”
The flag of the Imperial Military Police fluttering in the flowing wind.
When Rodrigo asked where he learned the imperial sword, Vlad simply pointed to the white lightning engraved on the flag.
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“……!”
There was a man moving busily through the corridors of the imperial palace.
It was a step that seemed frivolous, unlike his age.
However, his cautiousness, conscious of the gaze of others, was evident in his effort to appear calm despite his fast-moving feet.
“Duke. “Can I come in for a moment?”
“…Come in.”
Armand’s faint voice could be heard from inside the room.
The man holding the small note began to look around to see if there were any people around.
Because it was now an imperial palace filled with the shadow of a dragon, it was necessary to be careful with every action.
“A report has arrived from Sir Rodrigo, who was on a mission.”
The voice of the man who entered the room was trembling slightly, perhaps because he had tried to hide it while walking.
“here.”
“……okay.”
Armand would probably have been able to hear the sound of his henchman’s heavy breathing.
But right now, Armand was just staring at the light from the fireplace, leaning his head helplessly, like a dying candle.
“You said you avenged Auguste?”
“Duke. “That’s not the news.”
Armand’s wizard ran over in one step and handed a note into Armand’s cooling hands.
“I finally found it. “Duke.”
“……what?”
Armand was slowly dying like a cooling wick, but he opened the note he was holding when he saw the man’s eyes looking at him.
“…!”
My fingertips tremble not because I am old, but because I am surprised.
The note Armand received was the same size as the note sent by Auguste, the commander of the Imperial Military Police.
“…This is now.”
The noble imperial bloodline has already been severed, and the piece of the dragon that was supposed to be protected has been taken away by the oldest dragon.
That’s why Armand’s life had no meaning, but the note he was holding now told him to burn the last flame in him.
-White lightning continued.
No one in the imperial court knew about the final fate of the founding king, Quijano Frausen.
Because at the last moment, he took off his glorious crown and left the imperial palace carrying only a bag of silver.
-With the silver sword he was holding.
“Oh oh!”
A joy that could not be hidden was flowing from his old body.
The message Rodrigo sent was news that Armand had been waiting for so desperately and had almost half given up on.
“Hmm…”
Armand hurriedly bit the end of his sleeve, afraid that his cheers might escape.
The elasticity that could not escape from between his clenched lips began to warm up Armand’s heart, which had cooled down, little by little.
“…This way, this close.”
“yes. “Duke.”
Armand’s confidant willingly put his ear to his careful calling.
This was because Armand’s eyes, which had regained their vitality, were suddenly sparkling.
“Gather my knights. slowly. “As much as possible, without Sarnus knowing.”
“All right. “Duke.”
Armand, who saw the henchman nodding and leaving the room, quickly threw the two notes he was holding into the fireplace.
They were all the same size, but one of them was crumpled, probably because it had been kept for a long time.
“Thank you. Auguste.”
It was a note he had been holding to reminisce about his article that had been with him for a long time, but it was no longer needed.
Because his will conveyed by Auguste was clearly received.
“Thanks to you, we can get back together.”
It is said that the imperial covenant that bound the oldest dragon can only lead to two things.
One is through blood and the other is through will.
Auguste was a pitiful failure under the Dragon Blood Prince’s control, but he did not forget his duty to the imperial family until the last moment.
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“Holy shit!”
bang-!
It would not be an illusion that the faint sounds of an animal were mixed in with the voice shouting in exasperation.
Mircea watched the table slowly splitting apart and hurriedly picked up the wine glass that was on it.
“This is why you shouldn’t trust the sea bastards!”
The letter that was thrown away had a pattern decorated in gold engraved on it.
It may look different depending on your taste, but the overly decorated pattern had a sense of outrageousness that was difficult to hide.
-The dragon piece I was going to give you was stolen by a guy named Vlad. Perhaps because he was born with bravery, he was able to cut down the large dragon with great ease.
“Even if I had to hand it over, I had to hand the piece over to the dragon blood!”
Is it because I look younger than before?
The movements of the Dragon Blood Ball, unable to overcome his anger, were full of seething heat.
“I was satisfied with just receiving something from the imperial family, but now the southern bastard is making me feel bad.”
Sarnus’s roughly unbuttoned shirt was covered in faint tattoos.
Looking at the thorn-like tattoo surrounding his neck, Mirshea quietly picked up the letter that had fallen.
“So now the only remaining pieces are the two in the north?”
Sarnus walked to the window, turned his back and began glaring at the northern land in the distance.
“You broke it up into very small pieces. “The founding king.”
As Sarnus looked out the window, he thought of the most perfect dragon that had fallen under the silver knight all those years ago.
And even the image of Quijano, covered in blood, tearing the most perfect heart that was still beating into five pieces.
Sarnus, the oldest dragon, was a witness to the legendary moment along with the Swordmaster’s knights and was the only one still alive.
“What do you think? Mirshea. “Does he still miss his father’s embrace?”
“……I do not know.”
Sarnus had been a noisy man just a moment ago, but when he turned around, his face suddenly seemed full of warmth.
Mirshea could only bow her head as she looked at her father, who had many facets as the years passed by.
“I was curious about what the possibility of blooming in the mud would taste like, so I sprinkled it on, but before I knew it, it had already covered this much.”
Surviving the longest also meant eating that much.
Sarnus, who had dreamed of the most perfect possibility while harvesting the seeds he had sown, realized that now was the time for him to make his own move.
“We will attack the North. “Let us gather the lords.”
“All right.”
“Oh and.”
Sarnus’ finger pointed to the wine glass that Mirshea was holding.
“Try to bring me another drink.”
A thin drinking glass containing bright red wine.
The glass that Mirshea looked down at was full of red drops that had not yet been swallowed.
“yes.”
Coming out of the room, Mirshea passed through a familiar hallway and opened the hidden basement door.
The smell of dragons wafting along with the humid air.
Mirshea’s steps into the darkness, carrying only a wine glass and no torch, were simply familiar.
“……this.”
However, Mirshea, standing in front of the bars deep underground, let out a small sigh.
Roughly cut chains and handcuffs.
The spot where the red-headed wine barrel, which should have been stored neatly there, was just filled with traces of someone’s visit.
