Ilette moving forward.
Ilette moving forward.
bang!
Iret, who had been tumbling and fell to the floor, jumped up and glared at Marnak as if she had been hit.
Black armor that instantly regains its shape. Iret held up a huge black halberd in one hand and said. It was a bit playful, yet serious at the same time.
“Wasn’t the two of us fighting one-on-one?”
Marnak slowly walked out of the theater and looked around.
Screams and cries. Innocent people who are falling down even at this moment. He was very annoyed by the current situation.
“This scene must have something to do with you. Isn’t it?”
Iret followed Marnak’s gaze and looked around, then replied lightly.
“It doesn’t matter. Although I did not lead.”
An answer that confirms a guess as fact. Marnak chuckled when he heard the answer.
“That ‘honor’ you were trying to protect was a cheap thing indeed. No, even if someone gave me that kind of honor for free, I wouldn’t accept it.”
Soon the laughter disappeared. Marnak looked at Iret with an expressionless face and slowly opened his mouth.
“Your honor for pushing innocent people to their deaths without guilt is truly futile. And…”
After a brief pause, Marnak smiled again.
“I knew it right away because I knew someone who was so great, but you. You have absolutely no talent for ‘nothing’.”
“what?”
The black armor of the helmet parted, revealing Iret’s face. There was a clear valley on her exposed forehead. Ilette clenched her teeth and spoke like a growl.
“Tell me again. What am I?”
Marnak did not stop smiling and spoke mockingly. It was because he seemed to have found the woman’s wrath. Appropriate provocation was one of the most useful ways to draw a gap. Of course, only if you have the skills to handle the opponent’s anger.
“I said I have no talent. Coping with your body reactions. I can’t get anything out of the level of the general. If it weren’t for the physical abilities of that body in the first place, you would have been cut and killed by me with a single shot. But do you know what?”
He spread his three fingers and nudged playfully at Iret.
“It’s only been three years since I’ve held the sword. Actually, isn’t that why you became an apostle? He realized his limits and found a way to become ‘cowardly’ strong. It’s because it’s a long way from reaching the level of ‘master’ on your own.”
fast.
This thin sound resonating clearly. Marnak was just skipping it in order to provoke the enemy, but in fact, every word he said pierced Iret like a dagger.
She became a servant at the age of twelve and continued to polish her martial arts until she was thirty-five. However, as a result of training over the same season over 20 times, she realized the cruel reality that even if she died and woke up, she would not be able to become a ‘master’.
No one had ever told her that she couldn’t become a master. But she knew it herself. My own path that has never shined for a moment. She has always lived a level of life that is neither too far behind nor too far ahead. Yes, a life as high as you can reach at the end of your efforts.
Ilette, who turned thirty-five, gradually realized that her body was getting old. A skill that does not increase no matter how much you swing it. She was stagnant and unable to move forward.
It was through sparring with a distant junior that she realized the real reality. It was when he had just been appointed a knight in his twenties and was brutally defeated by a fresh junior who had not even dried the ink of his appointment yet.
She did not have an edge over her junior in a single aspect. In front of a true ‘genius’, the sweat shed while working hard, the experience she had accumulated through all kinds of bad things, and her earnest desire to win didn’t work.
Iret felt that her life was being denied in that defeat. So, for the first time in her life, she took a break from the training she had been carrying on every day without a break. a day, two days, a week. Her break lengthened without end.
When her colleagues came to her house to receive the unilateral notification of retirement, which had only been delivered by letter, what they saw was a thin, withered woman dying.
Ilette kicked out her teammates and came back and started hiding while looking at the wall. There was no point in trying anyway. No matter how hard you try, your efforts will be trampled on by geniuses. His life was not born to be trampled on.
So Iret killed herself before others trampled on her. The time when she slowly dried up and raised her feet on the threshold of death.
A man came.
“found.”
The man who introduced himself as one of the ‘Six Prophets’ of the Liberatio, lay down on the bed and said playfully to Iret, who didn’t answer.
“I managed to find a suitable person, but what if most of them die? Hey. Can you hear me?”
Of course, Ilette didn’t answer. She never wondered how this man had broken through several locked doors and arrived in front of her, or what the fitter meant.
Just a little, just a little bit more, and it was clear that his life would end.
“hey.”
A hand gesture playfully waving in front of his eyes. Ilette didn’t answer either. Liberatorio’s prophet ‘Desperacio of Despair’ pricked and stabbed a woman in the side who ignored him with both eyes open.
flinch.
A body that wriggles reflexively. No matter how consciously he tried to ignore it, his body reflex was unavoidable. Desperacio smiled and said while sticking out his index finger.
“I’m going to keep poking you until you answer?”
Ilette answered with a deep sigh because the man really seemed to be like that.
“What’s the matter… what is it…?”
The voice I hadn’t heard in a long time had cracked and I couldn’t make a proper sound. She said in a shrill voice and closed her eyes tightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
At the answer he finally heard, Desperacio smiled brightly and asked.
“Could you tell me why you are lying down? huh? ‘Tell me’. In case you don’t know, I might be able to solve your problem.”
A strange tone of voice. Feeling the itch that seemed to tickle something deep in the human heart, Irret spit out all of her story without even realizing it. Even though she had no intention of doing so.
Feelings that I have never told anyone else. She vomited everything to the first man she met today. A sense of inferiority she felt throughout her life, a sense of inferiority she felt from a pale junior, and a will that was broken by that. all that.
When she started talking, the man quietly sat down on the bed and nodded as a listener. Sometimes angry, sometimes shedding tears together. For the first time in her life, Iret felt the feeling of being truly ‘understood’ by someone.
After one confession, he said while gently wiping the tears that flowed down Iret’s cheeks.
“It must have been really hard. There is nothing more ‘desperate’ than unrewarded effort. I ‘understand’ you Ereth.”
Just one word. When she heard that one word, she couldn’t stop crying. The Prophet stood still and watched her until her tears dried.
Eventually, when the endless tears stopped, Desperacio slowly opened his mouth.
“Iret, you said you had no talent, right? Wrong. It is completely wrong to say that you have no talent. You are very ‘talented’. It’s just that you haven’t yet met someone who can bring your talents to bloom. You have a ‘talent’ that can make you stronger than anyone else.”
“what…?”
Talent. She murmured in genuine surprise at the fact that she had what she had been longing for so long.
“I have the talent to become stronger…?”
He whispered very sweetly into Iret’s ear.
“Yes. you have a ‘talent’ yreth. A talent that is more outstanding and valuable than you can imagine. If you have this power, you can look higher than anyone else. how is it? Will you trust me for once?”
Ilette nodded involuntarily. Then, what the man gave her was a piece of coin and an unknown lump.
“Now, hold this coin in your hand and try eating it. Remembering what you really want. If you eat this and survive, you’ll get what you want. Come on, ‘Eat’.”
Ilette followed the man’s words and passed the wriggling lump down her throat.
And a day later, she was reborn as an apostle, ‘Going Ireth’.
She asked the man as she touched her body, which had returned to her prime.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
‘Desperacio of despair’ said with a smile.
“There is nothing right now. The piece of coin I gave you is precious, so keep it and I’ll send someone later, so listen to it. It doesn’t matter if you reject it if you don’t like it. I am satisfied enough that ‘you’ have been made so successful.”
Conditions that are extremely favorable to you. Ilette glared at the man and asked.
“Stop talking and tell me your real purpose.”
“Real purpose? That’s my problem, not what you’re going to do about it…”
The man scratching his chin said as if he realized something.
“Yes, do what you want most at this moment! hmm. For example, ‘go to that green junior who planted frustration in you and show your real strength’. ha ha ha!”
Ilette immediately went to visit her junior as he said, leaving behind his laughter.
Then he ‘proved’ his new strength to his juniors.
When she came to her senses, the scene in front of her was extremely simple.
A wall with corpses torn in all directions and uncooled blood flowing down. She stood in the middle of the visceral fragments, recalling the memory.
He tore his junior to pieces. With the halberd in my hand.
As soon as the exhilarating pleasure of crossing the impossible wall went away, she realized what she had just done.
didn’t have to kill it. Feelings of inferiority and inferiority were feelings that I felt entirely on my own. There was never a time when that junior had ridiculed or ridiculed himself. Rather, it only showed respect for the time.
weird feeling. Amid a sense of shame, Ilette sat down on the floor and burst into tears.
After a while, an old man came looking for her crying.
The old lord and head of the Irmel family, ‘Kalto Irmel’.
The old lord and the retired knight talked about many things. After some quarreling, the two reached a dramatic compromise.
and that day. Ilette made a firm resolution as she cleaned up the corpse of her junior colleague.
From now on, I will atone for this sin and live with ‘honor’.
***
Iret said, glaring at Marnak with burning eyes.
“Don’t judge me by what you see with your own two eyes. I have never forgotten ‘honor’ for a single moment. and.”
A very harsh tone. A black helmet popped out and covered her face. The black knight declared as he glared at the priest and the giant in front of him.
“No matter how brilliant you are, don’t laugh at Dunjae for his hard work. No one can laugh at the sweat and blood shed by those who work hard.”
Marnak chuckled.
“You talk slickly, but I don’t think it’s something a person who is watching the deaths of innocent people say.”
“I am not standing by death. This too is just part of the plan.”
Marnak nodded slowly and said.
“Yes. Where is the grave without excuses? So I will only believe what I see with my own eyes.”
He stretched out his finger and pointed at Ireth.
“I want you to take care of that. I have work to do inside me.”
At Marnak’s words, the giant of corruption let out a roar as if he had been waiting for it and charged towards Iret.
– That ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !
Ilette kicked her seat as she saw the giant running towards her.
one step. two steps.
Each time her feet hit the floor, her body gradually increased in size. Finally, she became a gigantic half-man, half-horse knight and galloped across the land, waving the black tassel attached to her helmet.
– That ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !
The half-man, half-horse charged in the midst of a roar, and as it were, threw the tip of the giant halberd’s spear at the giant. A huge impact force was loaded on the tip of the spear, which combined the heavy mass and the speed of the charge.
The running giant of decay swung a rusty sword without hesitation.
Quaang!!!
The rusty cleaver bounced off, and the giant’s huge body, hit by the spear, fluttered to the ground. The decaying giant, pierced through the stomach, flinched on the floor.
‘Advancing Iret’ said, looking down at Marnak.
– This is the fourth turn . Priests .
Marnak chuckled at the sight of the decaying giant wriggling in regeneration.
“I don’t think it’s my turn yet, is it?”
[Divinity: 13876 – > 3876]
At the same time as Marnak strengthened his power, the dark green burning divinity enveloped the body of the decaying giant.
thud.
A giant slowly walked out of the divinity.
A gigantic cleaver on each of its four gigantic arms. The rusty armor, which had been empty here and there, was now completely covering the giant’s body.
And the biggest change occurred in the upper body of a man who was stuck in the giant’s stomach.
Space was torn as the tiny upper body swung an unknown staff.
– Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
– Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
– Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Tearing through space, twenty rotting and twisted monsters burst out screaming here and there.
The Decaying Giant roared, baring his teeth at the first apostle who fed him.
– That ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !
Marnak glanced at the strengthened giant of corruption and smiled at Iret.
“It won’t be easy this time. The giant was very, very angry because of the rude behavior he just had.”
He said as he turned his back and walked into the theatre.
“Then I hope you two have fun while I’m at work.”
bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!
As soon as Marnak finished speaking, the Giant of Decay and his soldiers roared and charged towards Iret.
– That ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! !!
Amidst the roar, the half-man, half-horse black knight quietly raised his halberd.
