< 137. Come, Spring (2) >
#137
There were at least three overlapping engravings. I’ve only seen it a few times, but I’ve never forgotten it. It was the swordsmanship of the savior, the founder of Nebula Clage.
‘Why is this here?’
Ronan’s eyes widened. It was impossible. He still remembered the sight of his savior falling into the fiery pit, mortally wounded.
Nonsense. Ronan muttered and began to examine the sword marks more closely. Before long, his frown narrowed slightly.
‘···It’s rough.’
The sword blade itself matched that of the savior, but the impression it gave was clearly different. Should we say that only the appearance is the same, but the underlying intention is different? I couldn’t believe it was done by the same person.
‘It’s not easy to wield it with such murderous intent.’
There are various types of knife wielders. The savior he saw was clearly a man who wielded a sword with good intentions. A person who wields a sword only to save or protect something.
There is no sense of murderous intent in the knife marks made by those guys. I wouldn’t mind if I felt sorry for the act of cutting. Because it was such a rare event, it remained in my memory clearly.
However, the sword marks on the ice were the complete opposite. The murderous intent to kill the opponent without fail was blooming in every line. Jaipa’s sword was the closest, but still not to this level.
The suspects were quickly narrowed down. In the first place, there were only two people who knew how to reproduce this sword technique. Ronan twisted his lips. White hair and sunset-colored eyes that looked exactly like hers flickered before my eyes like an afterimage.
‘···That bastard.’
The robber’s sword that betrayed the savior was exactly like this. Ronan lifted his hand and touched his neck. The feeling of the cool blade cutting through his neck was still vivid.
I had no idea what was what. The blatantly copied swordsmanship almost seemed like a provocation against the savior. I didn’t know what the intention behind these sword marks was, but one thing was certain.
‘I didn’t cut it on purpose.’
The sword scar was only narrow but went very deep. If she had put her mind to it, she could have shattered her ice pillars and taken out the witch in her.
‘What do you want?’
Additional questions were raising their heads one after another. But that wasn’t what mattered right now. It was the moment when Ronan was about to raise his sword again. An energy so strong that it made his body tingle came from behind him.
“…what?”
It felt like the hair on my neck was being pulled out all at once. Ronan slowly turned his head towards her. There was only black darkness lurking in the empty hallway.
However, it seemed like he wasn’t the only one who felt that energy. The noise of people was getting louder.
“Bah, what just happened?”
“Damn, isn’t the vicious beast on the loose?”
Some people even dropped the items they were holding. Asher and Erzebet were looking towards the gate, their faces turning pale. Black-purple mana was flowing on Erzsebet’s right hand. She was so nervous that she lowered her voice.
“···Mr. Asher. “I felt it.”
“Uh, huh.”
Asher answered with a trembling voice. His gaze also remained on the other side of the hallway. At that time, the sound of a gate opening rang out from afar. Kugugung… An interrogator wearing a bird-beaked mask hurriedly rushed over.
“Huh…ka, karaka! “You’re here… Wow, it’s Itargand!”
The interrogator, who quickly reached the front of the group, gasped and spoke. Karaka nodded her head in interest.
“Oh, you came sooner than expected. Do you have a companion?”
“You came alone… Ugh, you said you didn’t need any help…”
“That’s a good thing.”
Karaka nodded. He cleared his throat, looked back at the people, and spoke.
“Everyone, I think we need to prepare to be polite. “It is said that Flowing Fire Itargand has come.”
“Itargand? “Was that today?”
Erzsebet’s eyes widened. The crowd’s faces suddenly hardened. Ronan tilted his head.
“Who is Itargand and is causing all this trouble?”
“We are Navardose’s clan. You were dispatched from Adren to end this situation. This is surprising. I thought you came today to see Itargand.”
“I hibernated for a long time. By the way, it is said that Navardose’s clan is a dragon…”
Suddenly, the huge ship I saw at the dock flashed through my mind. I wondered what kind of person had the guts to ride a ship as good as the Emperor’s flagship, but it seemed like that damn dragon was on board.
‘It’s a dragon I’ve never heard of in my previous life.’
Ronan touched his chin at the unfamiliar name. Now that I think about it, it seemed like Schlieffen was saying that there was some kind of deal between the emperor and Navarre. It was about the time when people’s noise was getting louder again. A loud noise erupted from the other side of the hallway where the front door was.
-Quaaaaaang!
Everyone present turned their heads at the same time. Ronan bit her tongue while yawning and swore.
“Damn, what?”
A bright light was seeping in. The heavy door was wide open and creaking. The interrogator who came in first shouted in astonishment.
“Hey, Itargand!”
A young man was looking this way with his hands in his pockets. He was a handsome man with an androgynous vibe. The platinum feet that reached down to her shoulders were flowing.
He had an ordinary physique, but his clothes were very flashy. Over the uniform with epaulettes was a coat made entirely of lion skin. The cold wind blowing from the ice column was fluttering the coat that wasn’t on my arms.
Even in the cold that would make the ice spirit curse, the young man remained calm. Ronan instinctively realized that it was Itargandra. The power to overwhelm the crowd with just your presence was not something you could learn anywhere else.
‘He’s still young.’
However, Itargand exuded a youthful appearance. I can’t be sure because I haven’t seen his true appearance, but it seems like he hasn’t properly grown horns yet.
Of course, since it is a red dragon, there is no need to talk about its strength, but it was clear that Navardose looked down on either the Witch Apocalypse or the Emperor this winter. Itargand, who glanced at Zuteka, spat out a word as if he was displeased.
“I would have asked you to leave your seat.”
Ronan narrowed his eyes at the voice that echoed through the space. The dry voice had an excessive amount of dragon’s characteristic arrogant and overbearing attitude. The interrogator answered in a trembling voice.
“Well, since it arrived sooner than expected… just give me a little time and I’ll get it sorted out right away!”
“done. “Get out of the way.”
Itargand took his hand out of his pocket. He focused his gaze on the crowd and slightly bent his index finger upward. Ugh! The bodies of those who hesitated rose into the air.
“Mo, my body…!”
“What kind of bullshit is this?”
Ronan frowned. Her invisible hand was squeezing her own.
However, it was not as gentle as Asher’s Invisible Hand. He had no control over his strength, like a child excitedly grabbing a frog. Those captured complained of pain.
“Ugh!”
“Oh, it hurts…!”
Among them were Asher and Erzebet. Ronan’s face suddenly crumpled.
“Such a tiny little lizard.”
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Ronan turned his sword once and cut off his bonds. At the same time, he shot sword energy towards the two people.
Suddenly! Two small sword blades cut off the telekinetic force that was binding them. Ronan jumped high. He wrapped his arms around the waist of Asher and Erzebet and caught them as they fell.
“Huh?!”
“Ronan-sama…!”
The two people’s eyes widened. It was the moment Ronan landed lightly on the floor. Itar Gand slid her index finger to her side as if turning the pages of her book. Craddangtang! The helpless people were left scattered in a corner of the hallway.
“Kwaaaak!”
“Hey, get out of my way!”
People piled on top of each other like a compost heap were struggling, crushing each other. People whose skin was unluckily stuck to the floor let out desperate screams.
“Ugh! “Take it off, take it off!”
Either way, there was no change in Itargand’s expression. After confirming that the witch’s surroundings were clean, he took a step forward. It was a car that took exactly five steps.
“hey.”
Something blocked his path. Itargand slowly raised his head. Ronan, who made eye contact with him, growled lowly.
“Do you think it’s okay to behave like a dragon if you’re a dragon?”
“···What are you?”
“I don’t know, apologize to those kids right now.”
Ronan raised his thumb and pointed at Asher and Erzebet. Asher was so shocked that his legs lost strength and he stumbled. Erzsebet, who was lifting fallen people with her telekinesis, covered her mouth with both hands.
“Ro, Ronan…!”
“her.”
Karaka laughed. People who were struggling to get up also froze. Ittar Gand, who was quietly looking at Ronan, opened his mouth.
“Do you know who you are talking to?”
“Well, that’s fine. A Hechling who only cares about appearances?”
“I can turn someone like you into ashes just by breathing.”
It was a threat that had a high possibility of coming true. Ronan spat on the floor as if responding. Hehe! Very light wrinkles appeared between Itargand’s eyebrows, which had always been dry.
“You guy…”
Death began to bloom on Itargand’s shoulders. Ronan did not back down. Strangely, he didn’t think he would lose. The atmosphere among the left was updating the concept of the worst in real time.
“Hehe, both of you, please calm down.”
It was not unusual for one of the two to spit fire or pull the hilt of the sword. At that time, Karaka stood between them. He smiled kindly.
“This is Interrogator Karaka. Itargand, I will apologize on your behalf…”
“Do you want to die?”
Itargand frowned. Kwasik! At the same time, Karaka sank down to one knee. An invisible force was weighing him down. Ronan reflexively tried to draw his sword, but Karaka held up his hand and stopped him.
“Karaca.”
“Please relieve your anger.”
Karaka spoke intermittently. A strained voice came out from between his parted lips.
“Shouldn’t we keep the orders of the Mother of Fire, Navardose…?”
“···joy.”
Itargand flinched for a moment and then clicked his tongue. The oppressive force disappeared. Karaka sat down and coughed violently.
“Huh…! “Gagging!”
“Damn, are you okay?”
Ronan came running. Itargand, who returned to his expressionless expression, passed by the two people. Ronan, who supported Karaka, twisted his lips.
“sorry. because of me.”
“Don’t say that. “It was very cool.”
Karaka let out a low laugh. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to have suffered any major injuries. He adjusted her flowing mask and looked at Ronan as she spoke.
“I’m serious. “I never thought I would see a human urging an apology to a dragon…”
Ronan responded by smiling awkwardly. He didn’t bother to say that it was worth a try. If that immature dragon even heard it, he would be in trouble.
The most urgent thing now was to pull the witch out of the ice. Itar Gand stopped in front of her ice pillar and opened her mouth.
“Just pick up the body yourself.”
