EP.143 The enemy meets at the single-wood bridge (1)
The moment he came outside the church, Raniel felt something strange. It feels like my tongue has hardened. Ran El frowned and opened his mouth.
“···what?”
The feeling of heterogeneity when a contract with a star is made.
It was a kind of ‘restriction’. Raniel fumbled with the restricted area.
“Gletus, the apostate…”
She is the first saint.
The last words were not pronounced. The same was true of other disasters. Raniel could not utter the knowledge he gained in that church.
‘···This is the constraint that Cardi spoke about.’
Cardi said she couldn’t tell me the details, but I had a vague idea what the ‘restrictions’ she always talked about were. Indeed, it was a very strict restriction.
‘The truth that only beings who meet the conditions can realize.’
Raniel asked the star what the conditions were.
“The condition is to set foot in ‘Kurakt’s research facility’ as defined by the first contractor.”
“So, what are the conditions for entering the research facility?”
“Take away the sword of death, or the remnants of the star from the apostate. The first Contractor defined the Star Remnants as the ‘Sword of Shadow’ and the ‘Arm of Delohim.’”
“···haha.”
Like a crazy elf.
Raniel mumbled and looked back. The church door was tightly closed. Although he says this, in fact, Raniel also knew.
‘That’s why it was a deal that had to be subject to almost impossible restrictions.’
It is difficult to find gaps in the original contract.
In order to do something difficult, you would have had to choose a more difficult and cumbersome method.
“······.”
Raniel looked at the key in his hand. The key that Cardi took out from the apostate’s arm.
‘I used a key when I first opened the door.’
Now I could open the door without a key.
‘There was no particular need for the key.’
The key was a symbol of sorts.
A symbol that the condition has been achieved.
Why did the symbol take the form of a key? It was something she could not know. Only Gletus and Cardi, the owners of the key, know.
“I’ll have to ask later.”
Raniel took a step.
As I walked a bit, a fierce snow storm came into view. The only place where the sun shines warmly is the summit of the Kurakt Mountains. In order to go down the mountain, I had to cross that snowstorm again.
“Whoa…”
Raniel let out a long sigh.
Climbing the mountain was tiring even for her. Just a sigh escapes her as she thinks about going down through her blizzard once again. However, her steps were not heavy.
‘Because it wasn’t a meaningless step.’
I saw forgotten history.
I realized the truth that Cardi was trying to tell.
And, I received the ‘daum’ that has been going on for hundreds of years.
‘The possibilities they leave behind.’
A lamp that brightens the path ahead.
A possibility for the future that the wise men of the past had planned for hundreds of years. That was exactly what he was holding.
Kuuk.
Raniel held the wooden box in his arms.
There were two wooden boxes in her arms. One was the arm of the apostate who turned into a disaster, and the other was the arm of the first saint.
Things that have been passed down from the past to the present.
Raniel thinks while holding it.
‘I don’t know everything yet.’
Cardi called this his ‘third’ contract in his letter. So what are the first and second contracts?
What is the reason for their corruption?
What is the identity of the Demon King?
What is the kingdom they stayed in that has completely disappeared from history?
I couldn’t figure it out.
There were many other things I didn’t know yet…
“But, it’s okay.”
Raniel muttered like that.
It is different from the past when we knew nothing about the time called ancient times. Only now did she feel like she was at the starting point of everything.
‘It’s not about walking down a blind road.’
There is a long way to go.
However, I can see the path I have to walk.
It is a path that someone once walked hundreds of years ago, and it is a path left for the next time.
‘···It’s far and rough, but.’
There was nothing that couldn’t be walked if there was a path.
If you can’t do it yourself, just move on to the next step and the next step. Just like the warriors of the past and the elves of the past did.
“Whoa.”
Raniel takes a short breath and raises his head.
She took one big step into the blizzard.
Now it was time to go back.
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2.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?”
“Ah, Master Lark.”
Warriors who would normally be training are constantly moving. Lark felt uncomfortable at that sight and called one of his warriors over.
“That’s it…”
Third among the thirteen warriors of Eryahl.
Hawk-Eyed Oyakal came in front of Lark. At that point, Lark frowned. Something was strange.
‘···Only thirteen warriors.’
Warriors preparing to head somewhere, all of them were among the thirteen warriors. Looking closely, the atmosphere was different from usual.
“······.”
The warriors’ faces were stiff. A cold air current drifted between them. They were wrapping studs around my shoes in silence. Eventually, after a brief pause, Oyakal spoke.
“There was an attack on the village of Hameln.”
“···what?”
Lark blinked blankly.
Oyakal continued his explanation while touching his temple.
“The village of Hameln, as you know, is a village on the border. Because the village is located near the Kurakt Mountains, magic communication is not properly available. So it seems like they thought it would be perfect for an attack.”
But, said Oyakal.
“The residents there may be old or retired from the front lines, but they are also warriors.”
“that···.”
“The attacker must have looked down on them.”
Oyakal narrowed his eyes.
“Last night, an old man arrived in the capital. Because he had to cross the snow storm while injured, the old man passed his orders upon arrival…”
Oyakal suddenly gritted his teeth.
“Here are his last words.”
A warrior who has withdrawn from the front lines.
However, the old man, born with the blood of a warrior, succeeded in conveying the information just before he died.
“We were attacked.”
The village was attacked.
“People who looked like holy knights wearing pure white armor attacked the village.”
“···The Holy Knights?”
Lark frowned.
Lark, who was smoothing his chin, opened his mouth.
“What does your father say?”
“You said to show the fear of the North to the religious people who have lost their cowardice. Lady Palia ordered us to gather ‘evidence’.”
Why are you collecting evidence?
Lark was ignorant of politics, but if you think about my father’s personality… it wasn’t that difficult to guess the reason.
“…It looks like your father is preparing to head to the capital.”
“Yes that’s right.”
My father was that kind of person.
Northern warriors do not forget humiliation. Do not forget revenge. And, Erjahl van Grace was a warrior who was always ready to bite anyone who touched him.
“Oyakal.”
“Yes, master.”
“I guess Hameln is where the thirteen warriors are headed now, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmm,” Lark nodded.
“I will go too.”
“···Master?”
“If you get in my way, I won’t follow you.”
Oyakal was silent for a moment.
Is it a hindrance? That wasn’t it. Lark is a warrior who has already reached a certain level. He has skills equivalent to those of thirteen warriors.
‘You said that even before you went to the academy…’
After returning to the North, especially in the past week, Lark has become incredibly strong. It was growing day by day. Oyakal narrowed his eyes.
‘If I feel like it, I want to allow it.’
However, it is a march fraught with danger.
It was not simply a matter for one to decide. Oyakal cautiously opened his mouth.
“I have to ask the Archduke…”
“Please come back.”
A voice came from behind Oyakal.
Oyakal and Rak looked to where the voice had come from.
“You can join the warriors, Lark.”
There stood Eryahl, wearing a white bear skin around his shoulders. The warriors bowed slightly towards him. He gestured with his hand as if to tell me not to worry about it, and then continued his sentence.
“He who will become the master of the North must always be accompanied by warriors. The North does not need a monarch who just rules. “A warrior who joins us is the master of the North.”
He tapped Lark’s shoulder.
“Show them the fear of the North.”
Lark nodded.
Erijl smiled with satisfaction and turned around.
“I am going to Chengdu. “I think I’ll have a lot to say to those damn religious people this time.”
With those words, Eryahl, accompanied by three warriors as escorts, got into the carriage. After watching the scene for a moment, when the Grand Duke left, Oya Kal opened his mouth.
“young master.”
Warriors ready.
Oyakal, representing the warriors, asked a question.
“Can you follow me?”
The fastest among the warriors gathered together.
You will run nonstop, taking the shortest distance to a village on the outskirts. There is no time to take care of those who cannot keep up. That is why Oyakal asked the question.
Can you follow me?
To that question, Lark nodded silently.
3.
A snowstorm enveloped the peak of the Kurakt Mountains.
Raniel, who came out of the snowstorm, let out a short breath. The breath I exhaled turned white.
“Ugh.”
Raniel, shivering, rubbed his forearm. He brushed the snowflakes off the hem of his clothes. He thought going down would be easier than going up, but he was half right and half wrong.
‘The speed is picking up… but I can’t control the speed.’
I almost lost my footing and rolled on the floor.
Raniel sighed and stretched briefly. From here on, there was less snowstorm. Hae-jin Yoo naturally relaxed in the environment.
Trudging.
Raniel walked lightly. It was the moment when I was about to take my second step. Raniel’s body trembled. Ran El narrowed his eyes.
“······.”
My back stiffens.
Intuition trained on the battlefield sounds an alarm. Sensitive senses pick up small noises.
Wow.
The sound of a blade cutting through the air.
It is the sound of the blade vibrating slightly.
Raniel reads the air flow. Something is approaching, pushing out the air.
‘The place you’re aiming for…’
neck.
Raniel reflexively tilted his head back. twisted his body Simultaneously with her movements, something passed over her head.
Suddenly.
With a clatter, the end of Raniel’s hair was cut off. What passed by was a sword. A very sharply sharpened sword.
blind spot of vision.
A moment of relaxation.
It is an exquisite attack aimed at that gap. Even though the attack missed, the opponent did not panic. The trajectory of a sword swung horizontally is twisted. The tip of his sword moves after Ran El, whose posture is wrong.
Wrong posture, unbalanced footing.
An ordinary person would not be able to react to the additional hit that followed at that moment. However, Raniel is not a prosecutor. He doesn’t need to pose. She snapped her fingers.
Smite.
The stocked spell emits light.
Kaaaang!
The flash of light rising upward strikes the blade. The flash of light is not a single ray. Five or six flashes of light aim at a mysterious attacker. He swings his sword and blocks the flash of light.
Kang, Kang!
One step at a flash.
He takes a total of five steps back and raises his head. His hair was blowing in the blowing wind.
“hey.”
The face of the attacker revealed.
Raniel frowned when he saw that.
“What are you doing?”
She looks at the attacker in front of her.
There’s no way you wouldn’t know that damn face. Raniel’s expression wrinkled as if he had bitten a bug.
‘Sword Demon, Draka.’
The being so called opens its mouth.
“well.”
Draka lowers the tip of his sword. He lightly ripped his rag-like collar and spoke while exhaling briefly.
“Rather, I’d like to ask.”
He raises the tip of his sword again.
The tip of the sword is pointed at Raniel.
“Wasn’t he retired? “Ashen wizard.”
