As we move forward one step at a time, we reach (1)
the middle of a snowy mountain filled with snow fog.
A black-haired man was kneeling on one knee, watching the situation in front of him.
“…They’re all dead.”
“It just looks like that.”
Dorothea nodded at Rutger’s words.
The corpses of monsters were frozen solid on top of the cold breath of the white mountain.
Although there was no terrible smell, the traces of the last words they exhaled were still etched in their expressions.
“It happened in an instant. “I don’t think the first guy even noticed his own death.”
Dorothea said as she approached the gray orc’s corpse, whose eyes were wide open.
“It moved like this.”
“…….”
Rutger walked up to Dorothea’s side and walked in the direction she pointed.
Indeed, she was right.
The first body was facing forward.
The body in the middle was trying to look back.
The last corpse finally looked back but was unable to avoid it.
At an estimate, the number of orc corpses scattered around was close to 50.
“You mean you killed them all in just one turn.”
Rutger grasped the situation and nodded.
The bodies of gray orcs that had been torn to pieces as if they had hit something huge.
The being that approached silently and trampled the orcs before they could do anything about it ran forward without even looking back, leaving only death behind.
Rutger looked down at the limbs of the Orcs scattered here and there and let out a deep breath.
“…Joseph’s report was correct.”
With those words, Rutger raised his head and looked at the white mountain.
However, the snowy mountain with its sharp peak did not answer Rutger’s gaze as to what it contained.
The perfect being torn apart by the Sword Master fell to the ground, scattering its blood all over the world.
Thus, the remnants of the fallen dragon were created.
Some dragons lose their wings, some lose their eyes.
So the dragons scattered throughout the world, forgetting that they were dragons.
And now, for some reason I don’t know, the one with the most perfect legs realized that he was a dragon.
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“Profit!”
A blond boy running sweating in the middle of a large parade ground.
Vlad was running non-stop with heavy sandbags tied to both arms and legs.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…
bea of the sight of him struggling under the weight of the heavy sandbags despite his superior will, the pitch-black guy followed Vlad’s side and ran around.
Looking at the guy who looked so excited, Vlad could only exhale harshly.
“How long are we going to do this?”
“Now it’s time to reach the limit.”
“No, why do you do that?”
“You said you wanted to learn the aurors I use? “Then don’t talk nonsense.”
In response to Ramund’s firm reply, Vlad turned his head, gritted his teeth, and started running.
With every drop of sweat that falls from the tip of my chin, I express my resentment toward Ramund in my heart.
“…….”
Ramund was lost in thought as he watched Vlad run.
He was born in a dark alley, lived with glamorous prostitutes, and even had an unnecessary pretentious appearance.
Therefore, there was some prejudice, but the boy in front of me had no complaints and just ran silently like an ox plowing a field.
‘You’re strangely sincere.’
Ramund was relieved to see Vlad quietly training.
At least I’ve confirmed that he’s not a guy who goes on a rampage, believing only in his talent.
“Think even while running! “Imagine putting an auror inside your body!”
The old knight shouts loudly at Vlad, who is running and panting.
At first glance, having someone run around recklessly while carrying a heavy load seemed like an old-fashioned training method, but Ramund was not just a stubborn person who believed in old values.
His training method was designed with Vlad’s current condition in mind.
The boy had talent and will, but lacked the swordsmanship and stamina to pull it off.
Rather, his excellent physical ability made him neglect the physical training that he needed to constantly develop, and Ramund noticed this and was pushing the boy.
“What did you do back then? “When we bring the barbarian down to the ground!”
A body that reaches its limits is bound to continue to grow, and a body that has lost its strength is bound to naturally attempt to fill it with something else.
Ramund was constantly checking the boy’s limits using the senses he had acquired over many years.
“Off!”
Ramund’s shouting is heard in forgettable times.
Hearing that shout, Vlad closed his left eye once again and began to raise the world.
The boy’s world, which could not be expressed through a sword, was scattered all over the place with no place to go.
‘Is this okay?’
Vlad, who was running around the parade ground for an unknown amount of time, could taste blood from the tip of his neck.
However, Ramund’s eyes still did not waver, and every time he looked at those eyes, a feeling of relief and relief spread within Vlad’s heart.
You can go further.
I guess I can still do it.
Efforts without a clear goal and direction would be nothing more than a futile struggle, but now there was a person by the boy’s side who was firmly guiding the path, so he was able to move forward without hesitation.
The moment Vlad puts his completely weak left foot on the ground.
“…!”
The body, which had completely lost its strength, caught and held on to a ray of color in the world to satisfy the boy’s will to move forward.
The sensation that I was constantly aware of while running creeped up, touched the boy’s thigh, and momentarily pulled the boy’s muscles hard.
It’s like a demonstration where arrows are fired.
“evil!”
For a moment, my vision was pulled forward.
At least Vlad thought so.
The pitch-black guy’s eyes widened as Vlad suddenly leapt ahead of him with a single scream.
[Try to fall. Otherwise, you will get hurt.]
“Ugh!”
In a move that even he had not expected, Vlad floundered in the air for a moment and then rolled on the floor.
As the boy fell, dust was rising.
“Ha…”
When Ramund saw that scene, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh that burst from his heart.
It was a sigh somewhere between joy and despair.
“…I told you to do it, but you just did it right away.”
There was bound to be a feeling of regret when giving away something you cherished.
And for Ramund, this was the strength of his body, which he had honed throughout his life.
“OMG! A rat has arrived! mouse!”
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee of…
Vlad is rolling on the floor, holding his thighs and covered in dust.
A pitch-black guy comes up next to Vlad and snorts, saying that he dared to outrun him.
However, even as Ramund watched the chaos, he just walked slowly, quenching his appetite.
Even if you’re old, there are bound to be things that you can’t easily let go of.
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Vlad was sprawled out helplessly on an empty table.
There was dinner prepared by Marcella right in front of me, but I couldn’t even lift a spoon right now.
“…Aren’t you going to die like this?”
In the morning, a map sparring with Zayar.
Auror training with Ramund at lunch.
And in the evening, we talk to the voices and even discuss the day’s achievements.
The teachings of just one person were enough to be overwhelming, and Vlad knew it well, but his body was screaming as he had to accept it.
There were three teachings from the teacher that Vlad had to accept, and each one was from an extraordinary world.
“Howdy. Leader. how have you been doing?”
“……go away.”
Vlad growled at Goth, who was smiling at him as he came up the stairs.
“I listen to the captain whenever I can, but I can’t turn it off now. “Joseph told me to stay here from now on.”
Goth smiled at Vlad, who was struggling helplessly, and put down the luggage he had brought next to the table.
“Wherever there are horses, there must be a stableman.”
“…….”
Vlad grinned as he saw Goth joking, saying that he felt a connection with the guy from back then.
“okay?”
It’s unfair to suffer alone.
But if the two of us do it together, we’ll feel a little more at ease.
Vlad shrugged his shoulders, thinking of the pitch-black guy who ran out of the stable twice, saying he didn’t like the stuffy place.
“cheer up.”
“huh? Yes.”
He was a Goth who felt anxious as he saw Vlad smiling strangely at him.
Vlad turned his stiff head with difficulty, as if he were frozen, and looked at Gemina sitting across from him.
Jemina is organizing the gifts that were sent to her and making a list.
Although her gorgeous appearance from a few days ago had disappeared, the earrings in her ears were still sparkling.
“Would you like to buy me an earring?”
“This is expensive.”
“But it’s Marcela’s.”
“It’s mine now.”
The girl who dragged the jet-black guy with the dresses and accessories that Marcela gave her.
Vlad wanted to do something for her because it solved the problem he desperately wanted, but Gemina coldly rejected the offer.
“If you don’t even get a decent salary, don’t worry about other people’s earrings and work hard to save money.”
“I’m getting pocket money.”
“under!”
Zemina snorted as she looked at Vlad proudly boasting about receiving pocket money.
“I know that? Are you saying that all the money you pay for staying here is going to you?”
“……why?”
As the unexpected words came out of Zemina’s mouth, Vlad jumped up as if struck by lightning.
“I don’t know. “You have to pay that much.”
“why!”
“I don’t know either!”
Zemina screamed loudly and pushed the ledger she had written down so far towards Vlad.
“Anyway, you’re in debt now! “Know that!”
Vlad’s eyes were shaking as he watched Zemina coming down the stairs, as if telling her not to be satisfied with just receiving pocket money.
“why me?”
As much as Vlad’s gaze wavered, the ledger written by Jemina was full of crooked letters.
As much as the boy was trying to move forward, the girl was also trying to keep up.
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“Hmph. “It’s hard to imagine trying to repay a debt with something like an earring.”
Hehehe –
Jemina went down to the stable on the first floor and held out a carrot to the pitch-black guy who was waiting for her.
“Is that what you think? “Oh, I’m eating well.”
Chewing on the bright red carrot given to me by Gemina, the jet-black guy grunted as if he was in a good mood.
“okay. Eat this and help me. Understand?”
The pitch-black guy nodded as if he understood what Jemina was saying.
Marcella had said.
If you want to stop a knight, first grab the horse he is riding.
Gemina strengthened her resolve while listening to the advice given by the former Shoara’s Jangmi.
I won’t end up just watching the boy’s back.
