Stars in the night sky (1)
The sky was blue, but the ground beneath it was full of pain.
The brilliant sun was alone, but the screams of the knights beneath it were just as painful.
“Lou Rutger.”
A world of their own, with no regard for the beings below.
But now there was a night sky reaching out for those suffering beneath it.
“Look over there.”
Rutger urgently raised his head, following the finger pointed by his adjutant.
A strange scene that I had never seen or heard of before was unfolding in the sky.
“That…”
A dark shadow began to cast over the green meadow.
The shadow was created by the black moon that had already obscured the sun.
-I want a world without dragons.
Children’s Month, approved by the dark-eyed young man and the blond-haired knight.
And now, a black tear drop that had started that month was slowly falling toward the blue sky.
-I don’t even want perfection.
There was a knight who gave his back for lost children.
And the tears of the children who answered the knight’s call.
Those tears began to slowly unravel the black paint, causing small ripples in the blue sky.
-I hope that in the world I draw, no one looks down on others.
From the blue sky where the dragon glided, to the deep blue night sky that the boy looked up at.
Under that sky, a dragon who had lost his world in the blink of an eye was falling, letting out a harsh roar.
Wow!
Sarnus has now lost his wings and returned to human form.
The sky, which did not allow dragons, was now completely night.
“……oh my god.”
The night sky looks as if someone had drawn it.
The knights could not hide their surprised expressions as they looked at the darkness that looked beautiful and cozy, as if they had spread out pitch black silk.
“no way.”
A strange sight that neither mystery nor divinity can produce.
However, the knights who had their own world knew of only one being who could create the current situation.
“Sword…Master?”
A being that can draw its own world into reality. Sword Master.
When the knights naturally turned around, Vlad was standing there.
Vlad raised his sword towards the sky as if he was praying.
[……Excellent.]
The current battlefield drawn from the last piece that can become anything.
The tip of the sword that depicted the battlefield was filled with a feast of red powder that was still rising like a haze.
[This is enough to be called a sword master.]
The rising moon and the falling dragon.
And the Sword Master who drew his own night sky.
Today’s night sky, drawn by the sword master of this era, was a world that did not allow any beings to look down on other worlds.
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“Aaaah-!”
After falling into a world without dragons, Sarnus no longer had wings.
“Are you blocking my path again? Quijano Frausen!”
However, even though Sarnus was wingless, he still had the title Dragulia.
Dragon Blood Ball Sarnus Dragullia.
The last Dragulia, who had proven himself by surviving the longest, was screaming his anger at Vlad in front of him.
“…It won’t happen this time. “Just this time!”
What I saw with my eyes was my son, but what I felt with my soul was that knight.
Once again, the being who came closest to perfection in this era drew his sword towards the Sword Master.
“Stop it!”
“Bayezid! “Everyone in front of me!”
Although he was brought down by the world drawn by the Sword Master, Sarnus is still the greatest powerhouse of the current era.
No matter how many elites he gathered, there was no knight here now who could handle his once perfect world.
“These vile things!”
Having lost perfection, each step he took was as heavy as a mountain, and each swing of his sword was filled with blood-red anger.
As he tried to approach Vlad, a path made of someone’s blood was suddenly carved behind his back.
“Stay in my way until the end!”
The world of Sarnus becomes bigger the more you look up.
Born as a noble dragon, he was ready to accept all the respect and fear in the world, and had no intention of forgiving the knights who dared challenge him.
【Bow down! You bastards!】
The dragon of this era, who has the right to rule, commanded the knights of this era with a flashing sword.
Go ahead and bow your head and look up at me.
Quad deuk!
“Ugh!”
“What the hell!”
The dragon’s command passed down through authority, fear, and birthright.
The order of the world that understood the command began to weigh heavily on the knights’ shoulders.
“…It’s too heavy!”
It felt like the world itself was weighing me down.
“Holy shit!”
The weight of the saying is so violent that it breaks the ground you are standing on.
They were knights who hurriedly opened their own world in opposition to him, but the world of Sarnus was as heavy and stale as the years they had lived.
“Stuff like this. “You’re struggling just like you did then.”
Only then did Sarnus’ face begin to straighten little by little as he watched the knights of the current era lowering their heads little by little.
My world grows higher and higher as the knights bow their heads.
I, who could become stronger by making my opponents bow down, was truly a being born to dominate.
“Don’t bow down!”
However, this world where the knights are standing now is a world where no one can look down on others.
“Everyone raise your sword! “Remember why we are here!”
At that moment, there was someone running towards the knights who were crushed by the huge world.
A man with golden aura flashing and rushing like a thunderbolt.
At the end of the golden horizon created by the man stood Sarnus Dragulia, the last dragon of this era.
“Vlad! “Yes, you guy!”
Kwaaaaang!
It was at a terrifying speed, as if lightning had struck.
The golden world that rushed at that speed began to howl fiercely, biting at Sarnus’ blood-red auror.
“You were born as a dragon and yet you destroy perfection!”
“Even if I give you something like that, I won’t take it!”
Two worlds shining under the night sky.
The father and son finally met each other and began to look at each other through their blue eyes.
Nood-dud-!
Blue eyes looking at each other through the crossed swords.
At the sight of him clearly seeing where I was coming from, helpless anger began to well up in Vlad’s heart.
“…It was a seed sown just to catch and eat it.”
A boy with noble dragon blood but who grew up in a back alley.
However, the secret of his birth he kept was much more terrible and ugly than anything he had imagined as a child.
“You’re probably the only person in the world who gives birth for that reason.”
I am an existence that was sown not by passionate love or fleeting pleasure, but simply by a cold purpose.
Vlad smiled coldly as he looked at the roots of existence that had not existed from the moment of birth.
“Still, thank you for giving birth to me. father.”
“what?”
Even so, I am grateful to have been born into this world.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to see the starlight shining like we do now.
“…!”
Sarnus froze for a moment at Vlad’s unexpected words.
However, those words full of sincerity were also another deception for Vlad, who was holding the sword.
[Empty!]
The trick of a single-hit killing technique begins with its unexpectedness.
However, such unexpectedness may come from the tip of the tongue, not the tip of the sword.
“this!”
There was a flow of air that stopped for a moment.
It started from the tip of Vlad’s sword, which was greatly withdrawn.
“Whoa….”
A possibility that was taken advantage of by an unexpected move.
Vlad’s blue eyes, staring at the space he had created, were suddenly filled with flashes of light.
“Narrow your elbows.”
This will definitely arrive.
Vlad’s sword began to tremble at the certain conclusion conveyed by the will of the world.
“Hwaap!”
The pressure that started from the sword began to cut through the still air.
Sarnus suddenly closed his left eye without realizing it as the wind screamed as if it were going to tear him apart.
Quad deuk!
A fierce flash of light and numerous pieces of armor scattered.
However, Vlad’s face as he held the sword was full of despair.
“……shit!”
The sword stretched out and clearly touched Sarnus.
The shattered Breastplate of Sarnus is the proof of this.
However, unlike Vlad, Sarnus, who was born with a pure bloodline, was filled with golden scales that had suddenly sprouted from his chest.
“Yes you bastard!”
Sarnus began to get angry as he saw the tip of Vlad’s sword suddenly crossing his world.
“Even that damn sword skill!”
But his anger wasn’t just because of the momentum Vlad showed.
[Hurry up and stick together! You must not give up your momentum!]
You can see Vlad’s eyes closer than ever before.
Even though the color was the same, in those eyes that pushed me away with all my might, I could clearly see an image of Quijano that I would never forget even in my dreams.
“Kihano… you damn bastard!”
There was a noble knight who split himself apart to prevent the resurrection of the most perfect dragon.
Having crossed the ages through his removed soul, he succeeded in erasing the possibility of becoming the most perfect dragon in the world, just as he had wanted.
[Well done! You’re doing well!]
And that’s not through a sharp sword, but through faith and interest in the boy.
A world where the most perfect dragon does not exist.
The sword master of the previous era, who had succeeded in depicting that world, was smiling while looking at the howling dragon.
bang! Quang! bang!
“Aaaah!”
A ferocity that never lets go once it has gained momentum.
Sarnus, who noticed that it resembled him at least, swung his sword with all his might and bought himself a moment.
[come! Be prepared!]
“……!”
The battle that continued without pause was clearly fierce.
However, Sarnus, who came to his senses, had enough time to take a breath.
“You ruined everything! Quijano!”
Quijano and Frausen split.
Among them, the person who inflicted the greatest wound on Sarnus was not Emperor Frausen, but the honorable duelist Quihano.
A vicious breath directed at him began to form in Sarnus’ lungs.
【Disappear!】
Language is something that can kill someone with just the slightest flick of the tongue.
Sarnus’ breath, filled with the power of the dragon, began to shoot out red under the deep blue night sky.
Quagga-ga-ga-ga-gang-!
Although he looked like a human, what Sarnus exhaled was clearly the breath of a dragon.
Vlad paused for a moment as he saw the breath approaching quickly, but the decision he made in that brief moment was not avoidance but defense.
“Off!”
Sarnus’ straight red breath was striking Vlad’s sword.
The force was strong enough to swallow it up in one go if it had not been forcibly deflected.
[Avoid! We must not hold on any longer!]
As if what Quihano said was correct, Vlad’s sword was heating up red-hot.
However, Vlad was struggling to stop Sarnus from breathing until the end.
“No!”
There was Vlad, who was being pushed forward, holding his breath like hell.
“There are still knights behind!”
Behind Vlad, there were many knights still bound by Sarnus’ chains.
The knights who were weighed down by the huge world shouted to Vlad to avoid them even now, but the guy in front of them only gritted his teeth even more.
[……Then draw it!]
Now, I am a sword master of this era who wants to embrace not only me but also others.
The sword masters of previous eras shouted loudly for him.
[You can do anything, even if it’s not necessarily a dragon! Because you are already a knight with your own world!]
A knight standing where he should be under the tears shed by young potentials.
However, as he was being pushed out more and more, the deep blue night sky began to twinkle a gray star as if telling him to look over here.
[Draw! The world you embraced!]
“Off!”
What I’m holding is not a sword, but a brush.
One truth that anyone who fights in the world, not with the sword, must now realize.
As Vlad realized the truth, a star in the night sky began to shine above his head.
“…I have never seen a castle wall as strong as yours.”
What I want now is a world where I can stop the dragon’s breath.
And that world was already shining like a star in Vlad’s soul.
“So just once…lend me to it!”
This is a conversation with the sword and a spell that brings my world into reality.
Following the spell that Vlad shouted with all his might, there was a world that suddenly rose from the green meadows.
Couuuuuuuuck!
A huge castle shining in the starlight.
A landscape that the boy, who was amazed by its grandeur, had filled his world with, was now being recreated under the night sky.
“……what?”
A sight that makes both the knights who were bowing their heads and the dragons that were sighing raise their heads.
Suddenly, the fortress rose up, showing off its grandeur and its steel walls.
“Bastopol?”
Cuguagaga River!
The walls of Bastopol are said to have blocked the breath of the most perfect dragon along with the sword masters of all ages.
The wall that Vlad had drawn through his world was suddenly standing up and blocking Sarnus’s breath.
“……Hmm. “Huh.”
This world with the deep blue night sky is the world I drew.
That sky full of stars is a drawing paper just for me.
Vlad raised his head toward the drawing paper and was able to see countless stars looking at him from above.
“I am not a dragon.”
One of the stars was shining its color above Vlad’s head.
The starlight coming this time is a multi-colored, brilliant light that seems to be transmitted through colored glass.
The light was the same as the light the boy saw when he first received his name.
“Vlad of Shoara.”
My own name that I was able to receive for the first time in my life through a faithful priest.
Vlad, who once again confirmed my potential through the light at that time, slowly extended his sword and drew the next picture.
“…I guarantee this knight’s honor.”
A small, old mansion.
However, there was one knight standing there who always opened the door for Vlad.
He was quietly climbing onto the battlefield, holding the shield that had been broken earlier.
“So give me a shield.”
For the boy who was born undeserving, but walks toward a place that shines.
In the duel arena of Deermar newly drawn by Vlad, Arnstein’s Pablo was standing in front of Sarnus, looking the same as before.
