Bright starry night (2)
“……I was sure it was closed.”
Josef entered the office alone late at night and saw a small open window.
I wondered if I had made this mistake, and before I knew it, white snow had piled up on the window sill.
“I guess I’ll have to start a fire.”
Josef came into the office just with the intention of doing some work, but in the end he let out a small sigh due to the trouble of having to turn on the fireplace.
“Cluck cluck cluck.”
When the red-hot match fell and the firewood caught fire, Josef started coughing from the gradually rising soot.
It was a deep cough that shook his shoulders, but Josef just covered his mouth with a handkerchief, as if he was used to it.
“hmm?”
After lighting the fireplace, Josef was only then able to check out the unfamiliar object illuminated by the flickering light.
A completely black letter was placed on a cold desk where the outside air had not yet passed.
The letter was obviously unfamiliar and had not been seen during the day.
“…There’s not even a journeyman.”
Josef looked at the letter, which did not even have a proper seal so he could not tell who had sent it, and put on gloves, just in case.
However, contrary to concerns, there was no danger in the unknown letter, and it was just full of elegantly written letters.
-Time is not fair to everyone. Josef.
However, the characteristic feature is that the written handwriting is classic.
Josef tilted his head as he looked at the old handwriting that must have been popular decades ago.
-For some, time is a calm lake that seems to stay forever, but for others, it is like a waterfall that passes by quickly.
I don’t know who it was, but it was a letter written by someone who at least knew the Bible well.
The message from an unknown person quoting the old words of God was gradually drawing Josef’s attention.
-And even more so for you. Josef.
“Cluck cluck cluck. Um….”
He wanted to concentrate, but the cough coming from inside was constantly bothering Josef.
The cold still lingering in the room was poison, and the soot transmitted through the warmth was also poison.
In a world full of poison, Josef was trying to trace the ink that had hardened to black.
-I feel your time is up. You probably know it well too.
“hmm?”
Josef, who had already reached the end of the letter, could feel the letter he was holding gradually getting hotter.
Josef was greatly embarrassed by the sudden heat, but the black letter, whose owner he did not know, seemed as if it had been glued together and did not want to fall from his hand.
“……this!”
A small seal was being drawn beneath the black glowing smoke.
The craftsman that was gradually taking shape was something that Josef had been chasing for a long time, and it was also so profane that it was difficult to bear in mind.
-Josef Bayezid. A pitiful stone that has been broken since birth.
Thus, the symbol of a wicked person who blasphemes God was finally drawn.
After seeing the pattern, Josef learned who sent the black letter he was holding.
-God’s will is harsh and undeviating, so his will will find its way to you soon.
After reading the entire letter, Josef looked at the last line and carefully put down the handkerchief covering his mouth.
The beautiful handkerchief that my mother had embroidered herself was filled with bright red blood that was difficult to ignore.
-Before the year ends. In the name of death.
“…….”
It’s not my own carelessness or someone else’s curse, it’s just my natural longevity.
The passage of time was not fair to everyone, but it was even harsher for Josef.
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[It’s coming!]
“……!”
The man over there looking at me is smiling.
The man with pure white hair suitable for winter was already running towards Vlad, with the moon filling the night sky as the background.
“Frausen!”
“How have you been?”
Vlad hurried to open his world as he felt the enormous pressure he felt as he got closer.
However, unlike Vlad, Arnstein’s residence seemed to have difficulty accepting Frausen’s presence.
Quaaaaang-!
The old mansion began to howl as the sword struck without hesitation.
In a voice loud enough for everyone in Valletta to hear.
In the resulting thick stone dust, Vlad was desperately looking for a way forward.
[This is someone who uses the same sword skills as you. There is no chance of winning by attacking head-on!]
It was a blow that was barely missed, but Vlad was not embarrassed.
Rather, he was just burning his fighting spirit as he looked at Frausen across from his sword.
“I was already looking for it, but it worked out.”
“What were you looking for me for?”
Vlad’s world began to be turbulent as he saw Frausen asking slyly.
It was a name I had never forgotten for a moment, but Frausen in front of me seemed to have already forgotten her existence.
“…If I had forgotten, I should have told you straight away.”
The original light began to leak out from Vlad’s closed left eye.
Frausen began to smile with interest as he watched his sword slowly being pushed away.
“It’s Justia.”
“who?”
“The name of the knight you killed that day.”
Crackle-
“Justia of San Logino.”
There was a canary who cried for me in a city full of fog.
Having survived her death, I was the one with the obligation to take revenge on her for the unfulfilled revenge.
“I will collect the price of Justia’s blood from you today.”
Vlad’s eyes, which he mumbled as if making a promise, suddenly resembled those of a dragon.
A personality that only I have, not you.
The dragon’s personality, awakened with the weeping sword, began to flow along with Vlad’s blood.
“okay. “Please give it a try.”
“…!”
Kwasik-!
Unbelievable speed followed by incredible strength.
Vlad, who had struck Frausen with just his strength, was already running toward him, who had fallen far away.
“…That’s fast!”
As if the shout just now wasn’t a lie, Vlad’s sword began to fill Frausen’s field of vision.
They were afterimages of the dragon slayer sword charging at it from every possible angle.
Quang! bang! bang!
Wherever the sword touched, the walls burst and wherever the feet stepped, the floors broke apart.
The golden lightning flashing in the middle of the hallway looked like the reverberation of an explosion when seen from the outside.
Frausen’s new form was shaking precariously in the swirling storm of swords.
“Huh!”
Even in the midst of endless attacks, Vlad was measuring the distance he could leap little by little.
In order to confront the prosecutor who invented the technique of killing with a single blow, a moment of surprise was required.
“I will pay for Justia’s blood today!”
Vlad pushed away Frausen, who was staggering, and contracted all the muscles in his body for a split second.
For a fatal blow that not even you can predict.
Thus, in Vlad’s raised eyes, a straight golden horizon was suddenly drawn.
He goes-!
No one will be able to stop the rising sun.
The cracks in the hallway that couldn’t withstand the pressure of the extended sword were all running towards Frausen.
“……Vlad Vlad. “He’s an amazing guy every time I see him.”
It was the world of Vlad, who was rushing towards him with ferocious force, but the face of Frausen, who was actually dealing with him, did not show the slightest embarrassment.
“But I really don’t remember the article named Justia.”
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Finally, Vlad’s strike reached Frausen.
Vlad’s strike was as fast as light and heavier than the rising sun.
However, even that brilliant blow only slowly suffocated in front of the knight who had lost his color.
Hum-hum-
but it wasn’t that Vlad’s blow was worthless.
Because the dragon slayer sword that pierced Frausen’s chest was showing what kind of existence his beating heart was.
Vlad made a shocked expression as he felt the two pieces reacting because they originated from the same thing.
“…Dragon fragment?”
He said he came back to slay the dragon.
But what he is holding now is a piece of a dragon.
Vlad was at a loss for words when he saw Frausen’s completely contradictory appearance.
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Ugh-!
There was a harsh shock that went through the mansion.
Pierre, who was running down the hallway, was struck by a tremor so strong that stone dust fell, and he ended up tumbling mercilessly.
“…Nothing has gone right since I met that guy.”
Pierre, who was quietly upset, picked up Radu, who was lying next to him, and managed to stagger to his feet.
“this.”
But the right door I wanted to go through was narrow, and what I meant was too far away.
Before he knew it, Pierre had to take out a small baton from his chest as he saw the headless knights approaching from the end of the hallway.
“…I thought I would die like this one day.”
Just as a soldier dies on the battlefield, a priest dies under the will of God.
Pierre, who was able to calm down because it was the last time he had imagined countless times, began to recite God’s words in order to do what he had to do even at the last moment.
-Even if I walk alone in a dark valley…
Even now, the house trembles loudly, as if someone is fighting.
However, the headless knights right in front of them only showed a grim look from their helmets and walked slowly towards Pierre and Radu.
-The only thing I can rely on is what you give me….
Chrrrrrrrrrrrr!
At that moment, a frivolous sound began to be heard from behind Pierre, who was reciting God’s will.
The sound, which was even cute, clearly did not match the tense atmosphere of the hallway.
“Bishop! Now!”
“……marble?”
Pierre, who had been reciting a prayer for a while, ended up making a dumbfounded noise at the sight in front of him.
Because colorful beads were pouring out in the middle of the hallway.
Pierre and the Headless Knight froze in embarrassment at the sight, which was completely incompatible with the current situation.
“quickly!”
Pierre quickly turned his head when he heard a familiar voice coming from behind.
A tail sticking out, hidden between the pillars.
I didn’t really like the idea of dealing with mysteries, but at least for now, it was a voice that I couldn’t really welcome.
-……!
Seeing Pierre running in the opposite direction, leaving behind the marbles, the headless knights began to rush towards him, but their steps were in vain.
Uddangtangtang!
When Nibelun snapped his fingers, the marbles littering the hallway began to move around as if they were alive.
Steps lost in the movement of small waves that looked as if they were made of beads were slipping.
-It’s magic!
-Everyone be on guard!
It was a tiny bead, but it was so smooth that even the slightest touch to it made me lose my balance.
The problem was that the marbles were rolling towards the headless knights.
“Good job!”
“Let’s get out quickly!”
Pierre and Nibelun were happy to see the headless knights running here and there, but when they turned around, their expressions hardened at the sight they saw.
This was because the other side of the hallway I turned to was already full of headless people.
“Are there any more beads?”
“…Even though it looks like that, it’s not easy to find. “Because I have to win over the kids by playing marbles.”
“What kind of bullshit is that!”
Pierre clicked his tongue as he watched Nibelun talking nonsense about cats, and then gently put down Radu, who was supporting him.
Then he thrust the baton and began to recite the Bible seriously this time.
“Next thing, something else….”
“Just concentrate. a little!”
As they looked at Nibelun rummaging through his backpack, the eyes of the Headless Ones began to glow dimly.
Giving time to a wizard who deals with mysteries is almost a taboo for prosecutors.
-Hit!
Nibelun’s hands began to get busy as he watched the headless knights running down the hallway.
However, even with his hands becoming more urgent, the object he was looking for was nowhere to be seen, and the running knights only got closer and closer.
Quad deuk-!
At that moment, there was a loud noise and there were wooden fragments blocking the charging knights.
These were fragments created when the door Josef was staying in exploded.
“Sandor!”
“Lord Marcus!”
Although they were different names, they meant the same thing.
The man, Sandor and Marcus, held a rapier in one hand and a mangoche in the other and began to stab the headless knights mercilessly.
“…I will open the way.”
The thin, short swords the man was holding were piercing the gaps in the armor, blocking off the headless men.
Pierre and Nibelun, forgetting about the urgent situation, just opened their mouths wide at the almost magical swordsmanship.
“Leave Lord Radu behind too. I will take responsibility.”
“……but!”
“He’s not the important thing now.”
Marcus, who had blocked the headless people with his entire body, was pointing out the window with his rapier hand.
“The most important person right now is Vlad.”
After completing a series of activities in Josef’s room, Marcus now had to solve the last remaining task.
And the final mission he had to perform concerned neither Radu nor Josef, but Vlad.
