EP.129 What a business trip, what a nightmare (3)
The northern warriors are brave.
The bodies of warriors who train repeatedly in the snowy mountains do not know how to cool down. The northern warrior is like hot iron. It is a hot iron that never cools down.
For them, defeat is not just humiliation.
They learn from defeat. gain enlightenment
“It’s a shame.”
Someone said so.
“I can’t help but regret it.”
There is a person who continues those words.
“Because I misjudged the opponent’s level.”
Oyakal shook his head lightly.
He tapped the side of his head and pulled his eyes out of his ears. Suddenly, cold water ran down my cheek.
“I believed only what I saw. Since he did not properly understand the level of his opponent, he was caught off guard. It’s natural to lose. In fact, it’s hard to even call it a defeat.”
He said, cracking his creaking neck.
“It wasn’t even a proper fight.”
It is a fight that would have humiliated the opponent.
It was a very shameful thing. I didn’t do my best because I was testing someone. Because he was let down, the fight didn’t even take place. I committed indiscretion.
“It’s a shame.”
The warriors nod their heads at Oyakal’s words.
“There’s still time, Oyakal.”
Someone said, pointing to the depths of the mountain.
“If you run the shortest distance, you will be able to meet your customers one more time before the final gate.”
Oyakal nodded.
“If I committed an act of indiscretion, I need to correct it.”
He turned around and picked up his weapon.
There are warriors who stand up. Some warriors are still staring into space with blank faces. Oyakal spoke to them.
“Warriors who know shame, follow me. “I’m going to ask you for a rematch.”
The warriors see Oyakal.
Oyakal’s eyes were sparkling. His eyes were as hot as a burning fire.
‘···Defeat is shameful.’
The warriors close and open their eyes.
‘It’s shameful and humiliating, so it’s a defeat.’
Shame and humiliation.
Humiliation and resentment.
The feeling that comes from it is one.
‘That’s why we long for victory.’
The desire for victory is the driving force of a warrior.
“haha.”
Oyakal bursts out laughing as he sees the warriors standing up one by one. He exposed his pure white teeth and hit my chest with a thud.
“This is how the northern warriors are.”
They stand with both feet on the ground.
I shake the snow off my body and raise my head. There is no fear in their eyes. The warriors who were trembling with fear have their eyes shining with the desire to win.
“I will go first.”
The warriors run after Oyakal.
The snowy mountains are like a front yard for warriors. Even on the snowy field where their feet are crushed, their steps are unhindered. There is no obstruction, there is no hesitation.
They step on trees, protruding stones, jump over cliffs, and slide down a ramp.
Sigh!
Snowflakes are falling.
They land gliding and raise their heads.
“oh.”
There is a girl there.
The girl, who was about to pass the last road leading to the White Night Castle, stops and looks at the warriors.
“······.”
The warriors take their stances in silence.
No one lets down their guard. There is silence across the snow field. The one who broke the silence was a girl.
“Chuck,” she says, taking a step forward.
What is coming is a wall.
The warriors swallow dry saliva as they feel the huge wall. Their eyes are full of excitement.
‘Admit defeat, but constantly challenge yourself.’
Warriors ask themselves:
‘until when?’
There is only one answer.
The warriors of the North share one thought.
‘Until you can understand it.’
That’s the northern way.
“Ooooooooo!”
The warriors shouted and kicked the ground.
2.
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it snowed. The endless snow did not just fall from the sky. The snow on the ground bounced upward. It was scattered everywhere.
Sigh!
Snow flutters from the great sword wielded by the warrior. A test greatsword with a blunt blade just in case, or a greatsword with a heavy weight, are dangerous in themselves.
Kwasik.
However, Raniel catches it with his bare hands. Holding her greatsword with one hand, she twirled her body. Her gray hair flowed. A white hand emerges from between her fluttering hair.
Sigh.
Raniel grabbed the warrior’s head and bounced off the ground. His knee lands on the warrior’s temple.
“Whoosh…!”
The warrior’s pupils shake.
However, he does not faint. He stretches out his arm and tries to grab the girl in front of him. Raniel kicks the warrior and leaps into the air.
‘Public.’
A gap was created.
“Oyakal!”
Warriors do not miss the opportunity.
Sigh!
Oyakal slides across the snow and closes the distance. There are several warriors who have closed the distance with him. Not all warriors push through force alone. There are also agile warriors like Oyakal.
They calculate where the girl will land.
He swings his weapon while reading the girl’s movements as she spins and turns in the air. Throw it at the girl.
Huh!
Raniel slightly raises his head in the air. Her ax passes by the side of her head. There is a long chain between the ax and the warrior.
Sigh.
Raniel grabs it.
Clap la la rock!
Raniel grabs the chain in the air and rotates his body. His gray hair flutters, and a warrior holding a chain is dragged towards Ran El.
A warrior at my feet.
“Big!”
As soon as he landed, Raniel struck the warrior’s back with his heel. His warrior’s body heaved. Neutralizes one warrior.
‘One, from now on three. Five back.’
Raniel estimates the numbers.
I grab Oyakal’s wrist as he has shortened the distance to just in front of my nose. The moment he was about to hit, Oya’s sword twisted his stance. He dislocates his shoulder blade with a thud.
You won’t get hit twice by the same move.
It’s as if they’re saying that.
Oyakal clenches his teeth and punches. That too is blocked. However, the original purpose of buying time was successful. Oyakal smiles.
Sigh!
The snow fields are rising.
Beyond the fluttering snow, five warriors attack Raniel at the same time. There is no gap in their siege.
‘To stop it, you’ll have to hit five at the same time.’
Warriors sometimes work together to keep big game at bay. They were great hunters and knew how to corner their prey.
Huh!
The warriors’ weapons are all aimed at the girl.
Weapons swung almost simultaneously are like a tight net. It’s impossible to cut it all out.
Oyakal thought so.
It wasn’t Raniel.
“Big!”
Raniel, who hit Oyakal’s solar plexus with his elbow, takes a step to the side. I turn around, taking advantage of his feet.
Bingle.
Her feet and feet were tangled in the snow. In some ways, it seems like she is dancing. She spun around and swung her arms.
Kwasik!
Strikes out a sword.
There are four left. As the swords fall almost simultaneously, there is no gap. However, creating gaps is enough.
Sigh.
Raniel lowers his posture as if sliding on the snow field. He leans back and draws his sword downward. Although it appears to be simultaneous, there is a subtle gap between the sword and the sword. Raniel caught that gap.
Swish!
She stands up, flipping her back. She strikes away her two swords with both outstretched hands. Her two swords shatter. That’s how a gap is created. Raniel threw his body into the gap and widened it.
“Huh!”
“Oops!”
The remaining two are also destroyed.
Raniel, who had completely escaped the pincer attack, shook off his wrist. She lifted her head, exhaling briefly.
“Whoa…”
Her gaze turns to the remaining warriors.
There are a lot of them. Even the warriors who were thought to have already been neutralized are staggering to their feet.
‘It’s really tough.’
Raniel inwardly clicked his tongue.
Even if you have a situation in your hands… it is powerful enough to make any decent knight faint in one hit. Even after receiving several such attacks, the warriors stood up.
‘Well, since long ago, one’s perseverance has been amazing.’
The northern warriors did the same on the battlefield.
Despite losing an arm, breaking an ankle, and bleeding profusely, they fought until the end. Like a berserker.
“······.”
Raniel suddenly touched his forearm.
A red handprint remained. It was a trace of Oya’s knife being held on just before he struck the solar plexus with his elbow.
‘It probably won’t work.’
Raniel makes a decision.
It was better to give up the idea of breaking the will of the warriors with a certain mindset.
Kuuk.
She grabbed the end of the glove and pulled it down.
The wrinkles on the gloves were smoothed out.
“···!”
Some warriors shuddered their shoulders.
They feel strange. Oyakal also felt something strange. He opens his mouth reflexively.
“Bow your head right now!”
The words are not complete.
The sound of snapping fingers rings out. At that moment, Oyakal saw. Because Oyakal is called the hawk’s eye, I was able to see a flash of light in an instant.
Flashing light.
And an intangible shock wave that shakes the snowy mountain.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
A loud noise struck the snowy mountain.
The snow field turned upside down. Pile of snow bounced into the air. There was more snow falling than falling.
“······.”
One shock passed.
The impact was not aimed at the warriors. However, the warriors know that this is just a deliberate miss.
Only then did the warriors realize.
They recall facts they had forgotten, even if only for a moment.
‘···He was not a warrior.’
Professor at Aplia Academy.
‘He was a wizard.’
He was a wizard, not a warrior.
One by one, the warriors lay down their weapons.
One order was enough.
The warriors, realizing the overwhelming difference, accept defeat. However, it is not a humiliating defeat like the first time. I fought against it with all my might and was defeated.
All that remains is to acknowledge the results.
“The exam is over.”
Oyakal said.
“I will take you to the White Night Castle.”
The welcome is over.
The warriors pay their utmost respect to the distinguished guests visiting the North.
3.
Master of the North.
Prince of the North, Erijl van Grace.
He was waiting for a guest with his chin resting. Some time has passed since the welcome greetings began. The time has come to arrive.
“Are you worried?”
Erijl sighs and laughs in response to a question from the wife sitting next to him. He shook his head.
“at all.”
“is that so? “I’m a little worried.”
She said worriedly.
“You are a guest from the capital. “If you happen to get hurt on the snowy mountain…”
“That won’t happen.”
Eryahl said, resting his chin.
“This person was recommended by Lark.”
He continued speaking with an expressionless face.
“The child inherited the sense of understanding the strong from me. “He was recommended by a guy like that… so there’s no way someone out of nowhere would have come.”
6th sense.
In that one sense, he is a child who is superior to me. Eryahl trusted Lark’s insight.
“It looks like he came.”
Someone knocked on the door.
Finally, with a squeak, the door to the White Night Castle opened. Eryahl looked down at the gate of the Midnight Castle from the hall and smiled.
Those who open the door and come in are warriors.
There are bruises on the body, and some warriors are limping. Someone else’s arm is hanging limply, as if it were broken. But there is a smile on their lips.
“I brought you a guest.”
It is not the smile of a winner.
It is the smile of a loser or the relieved smile of those who have experienced defeat that they have no choice but to admit.
The warriors are divided.
Between them, a girl steps into the White Night Castle.
“···her.”
Eryahl rested his chin and laughed.
“Some monster has come.”
He slowly stood up.
He stretches out his arms and bites the warriors. Erya Hul opened his mouth while making eye contact with the girl.
“Thank you for coming this far. I will prepare the banquet soon. “We’ll discuss the details at the banquet.”
The butlers of the White Night Castle guide the girl.
Eryahl also walked towards the banquet hall where food preparation was in full swing. My son asked for a big deal. A smile spreads across Eryl’s face at that fact.
‘Two monsters came at the same time.’
He is an honored guest recognized by the warriors.
Eryahl also trusts the warriors’ insight. If you are a guest who receives their recognition, it is well worth treating them.
“Call the warriors and feed them to their fill. “The more noisy the banquet, the more enjoyable it is.”
“Yes, I understand.”
The deacons who received orders move.
“···hmm?”
Instead of heading to the banquet hall, Eryl tilts his head for a moment. This is because I felt like I had forgotten something.
However, that is only for a moment.
‘I guess it’s no big deal.’
As the Grand Duke of the North, he doesn’t worry about the little things. Erya Hul walked towards the banquet hall.
* * *
Growling.
“······.”
Sally crunched the snacks on the table.
Since the guests were not allowed to eat their share, and they had to leave some to eat while talking, there were only a few snacks that could be eaten.
“It’s a little late…”
I waited for a long time, but it didn’t come.
As I touch the cooled coffee cup, I feel somewhat sad. Sally let out a long sigh.
Sigh.
That’s the moment.
At the sound of the door opening, Sally straightened her back. She brushed her hair and looked at the door that opened.
“Welcome, it’s a little late…”
After saying the line she had thought about over and over again, Celie closed her mouth. The person who opened the door and came in was not the customer they had been waiting for.
“···Uh, White Magic Tower Lord?”
He was a northern warrior.
Celie blinked at the sight of Hawk-Eye Oyakal, one of the few people among the warriors with whom she could communicate.
‘Why is Oyakal here?’
Guess the reason.
It wasn’t difficult to guess the reason. Sally nodded her head with a relaxed smile.
“I guess you arrived a little late?”
That’s quite possible.
The northern climate is changeable. Arrival may be delayed due to untimely snow storms.
‘So, Oyakal, who is supposed to supervise the exam, is here. Yes, you can.’
So when will it arrive…?
Sally was about to open her mouth to ask that question.
“Uh…you’ve already arrived.”
“yes?”
“The exam is over, and the banquet is in full swing at the White Night Castle. “I stopped by here to clean up the place…”
Oyakal asked carefully.
“Have you not heard any news?”
For some reason, Sally felt like she was about to cry a little.
A word from the author (author review)
The white magic tower owner who was treated as ‘nothing special’…
