EP.149 Superman, mere human (4)
Everyone has a glorious time.
The reason why everyone deeply cherishes and reminisces about those times is because that time is not eternal. Brilliance loses its shine someday. Sometimes you get stuck in the mud. Life without splendor is difficult. It’s too much.
“···iced coffee.”
Such is this man’s life.
The sword master, Draka, sees the broken blade. The blade that had endured for decades suddenly broke. A sword made of unbreakable iron. A sword named Bulgoe (不壞). The sword is broken, but Draka doesn’t feel any doubt.
The time has come for it to break, so it has broken.
It has held up well so far.
That’s just what I thought.
It’s the blade that crumbles before your eyes, but it’s not just the blade that breaks. The sword is like half the swordsman’s body. They are soul mates. Half of it is now broken.
‘Geeko.’
It was a life of abandonment of pride.
The pride that was abandoned is trampled once again.
‘Oh no, this is what happens.’
Draka stretches out his arm while holding the broken blade.
The pride of the prosecutor was trampled. Half of his body was broken. However, Draka is still a sword spirit. This is a man who rose to the rank of superman with his persistence alone.
That persistence is like an unquenchable fire.
The burning flame moves the body.
However, even as he moves his body, Draka has an intuition. He can’t win no matter what he does. That this is your final destination. Nevertheless, the reason he swings his sword is because he is still bound by his past oath.
“No matter what happens, you will protect this father.”
My vow to my daughter.
A vow that I was never able to keep.
Puzzle.
I wanted to protect it.
Crack, cluck.
Because I wanted to protect it.
“Wow…”
I have lived a difficult life with persistence.
I lived with persistence, but persistence alone does not solve everything. That’s why Draka came up with a plan. He has pursued every means possible to achieve success.
That too will come to an end.
The end finally comes.
My arm is twisted. The fingers holding the sword are so bent that they break completely. I could no longer hold the sword.
Tuk.
In the end, Draka leaves behind his broken sword.
A blade stuck in the snow.
“······.”
Draka looks ahead. A girl with gray hair is standing in front of her. Her appearance has changed, but those bluish eyes are still the same. Draka’s cold gaze made him burst into laughter.
The Gray Wizard, Raniel Van Trias.
He was still a monster-like wizard.
It was still an obstacle blocking his path.
“is it.”
Draka laughed in vain.
“I guess I lost.”
I have lived a life that is no better than the poor quality of life.
The person who would end that life was standing in front of me.
2.
Some say that the four disasters are like natural disasters. Even if a drought comes or a village is swept away by a flood, people do not blame anyone. In short, the four disasters are the same.
It’s like a coincidence one day.
Something that comes to you without any reason.
Someone’s life was ruined for no reason.
「Draka van Harokt.」
There was a lord with that name.
He was a lord who knew how to take care of his people, and was a lord who was respected by all knights.
“My lord, your wife…”
He lost his wife in an accidental accident. But he didn’t blame anyone. He simply lived his life for the treasure his wife left behind: my daughter.
One time it was a coincidence.
I could think of it that way.
“Lord, you must abandon your territory.”
“Armel, where is Armel?”
「······.」
“Answer me. I asked where he was. Armel, where is that child?”
So, what is the second one?
How should one accept the coincidence that comes once again?
I couldn’t accept it twice. Draka walked into the burning territory.
Soggy.
The floor is muddy.
The blood that flowed and the human remains mixed together gave off a foul smell. Draka moved forward, cutting down the walking creatures that were neither dead nor alive.
He cut down the residents he cared about.
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He moved on, killing those who had ceased to be human.
How much dirt did you cut?
When the blackened blade became dull, Draka faced a woman. A woman with white hair.
“aha.”
she smiled
“What a wonderful child. yes?”
She threw something in front of her.
Draka saw something crashing down in front of him. It was a lump of black sediment. The squishy thing made a sound.
Dad, I said.
“He called your name until the end.”
The woman smiled as if it was fun.
“It failed, but it was a fun experiment.”
The woman disappeared beyond the black forest.
Draka was unable to chase the woman.
He saw vanity before him. Draka screamed as he looked at the half-melted human. An unknown sound, whether a scream or laughter, came out of Draka’s mouth.
It’s been several decades since then.
To seek revenge, Draka gave up his pride.
I also abandoned my common sense as a human being. Only by throwing it away could it reach disaster. I threw it away and threw it away again, but there was one thing I couldn’t throw away.
「···The first saint.」
“A miracle of rebirth that can save the dead.”
I’ve lived a trash life.
In order to hunt down apostates, he committed apostasy himself. He treated other human lives like nothing else. It was a life that deserved to go to hell… but Draka had a dream.
I couldn’t forget the brilliant light.
I had a dream about a past I couldn’t forget.
And now it was time to wake up from the dream.
“iced coffee.”
Draka groaned.
“Ashen.”
He moved his body.
It was not a gesture of resistance. Slowly, very slowly, he moved his body. Ran El narrowed his eyes. There was confusion in her eyes for a moment.
“···What are you doing?”
Raniel asked back without thinking.
With defeat decided, Draka’s actions were beyond Raniel’s expectations.
Sabak.
There was a sound of snow being stepped on.
Draka knelt down. He bowed his waist. He threw away all his pride and bowed his head towards the wizard who was much younger than him.
“request.”
He said.
“I give you all my rights. I have heard that you wizards can enter into ‘subordination contracts’ under the supervision of the stars. “Hang it on me.”
A contract that is impossible without mutual consent.
A contract that cannot be enforced by any means because it is concluded under the supervision of a star.
‘That’s why it’s a stronger contract than anything else.’
Choose death rather than enter into a contract of subordination.
You will experience something more terrible than death.
It was written that way in an ancient forbidden book.
‘The disappearance of self-consciousness, a doll that can only move as it wants.’
In fact, it is a punishment more terrible than death.
Those are words that no sane person should say. But Draka was willing to say it. Draka has been crazy for a long time.
“I am a sword master. “I think it will be a useful card.”
“···What is the price?”
“My daughter’s face.”
Draka said without hesitation.
“Let me see my daughter at least once.”
3.
You’re completely crazy.
Raniel clicked his tongue inwardly.
‘Subordination contract.’
Making a contract with the stars and mortgaging your soul.
A contract that cannot be enforced by any amount of brainwashing.
Because it is a contract concluded by mutual agreement, its enforceability is stronger than that of any other contract.
‘The subject judged that only by raising a wish that could be exchanged for his or her life did the scale become level.’
Of course I’ve never tried it.
It is a forbidden magic now, and it was a magic I heard was used by ancient wizards a long time ago.
‘How does the Sword Demon know that?’
Raniel did not have such questions.
Considering what we know about the first saint… the Sword Demon must have searched through ancient records as much as he did.
“Whoa…”
Raniel exhaled and said.
“···I don’t know how to do things like bring a lion back to life.”
“I guess so.”
“There is no way to show your dead daughter. “You can touch memories and show them as illusions, but…”
“There is no need for illusions.”
Draka took out a wooden box from his arms.
It was a wooden box stolen from Raniel.
“The altar is already nearing completion. “If I have this, I can complete the altar.”
“···The resurrection of the first saint?”
Raniel sneered.
“Do you really think that will happen?”
She glanced at the altar.
Raniel, who looked at the number of sacrifices and estimated the completion of the spell, clicked his tongue briefly. The altar of her church seemed like an altar she had put a lot of effort into, but in her opinion, it was a mess.
“It’s not someone who just died, it’s someone who died hundreds of years ago. “She is even the first saint.”
“···Know.”
“The weight of the soul is different. Wouldn’t it be impossible even if you sacrifice not just tens or hundreds, but millions?”
To begin with, he himself is alive and well.
It is a miracle that revives the dead, and touching someone who is already alive will only result in a misfire. Raniel looked down at Draka with an unreasonable gaze.
“I know that too.”
Draka said calmly.
“In the first place, I had no intention of resurrecting the first saint. “I just expected that if I had materials like this… I could save my daughter.”
“······.”
“It is my daughter whom I will raise on the altar. She has no intention of asking for the impossible. Let me use that altar. “If you let me do just that, I’ll sign a subordination contract right away.”
Raniel was silent.
‘···It’s possible.’
Considering that this number of humans were replaced with the special holy relic called the remains of the first saint… there is no way that a mere girl could not be used as the target of the magic.
‘It should be possible, but…’
Raniel narrowed his eyes.
“It would be better not to.”
“···What does that mean?”
“I warned you. My advice is that there is a reason why geumsul is called geumsul. There’s a reason why you shouldn’t do it. “It was such a good situation to begin with…”
Draka frowned.
“I don’t want to come here and be lectured. So, are you going to sign a contract or not? It doesn’t matter if you kill me here. “That is the winner’s right.”
“… Are you willing to do it?”
“Make a contract. “You could do it.”
Raniel sighed and stretched out his hand.
Even if he is rotten, Draka is a superhuman. If used in the right direction… he is a person who has the ability to save countless people.
‘If you leave it to the knight commander, Uncle Heinkel, he will handle it well.’
She clapped her hands.
A few stocked circuits float in the air. By dismantling it, Raniel creates a new spell. What was created was a ring of light.
click.
A ring was placed around Draka’s neck.
Draka raises his head and sees Raniel. A scale floats between the two. The star whispered in Draka’s ear.
『Fulfill your wish.』
Draka moves according to the previously mentioned wishes.
I stand in front of the altar with a creaky body.
Draka opened the wooden box. The moment I opened the wooden box, Draka’s eyes trembled. He turned his head and looked behind him.
“···Why is this?”
“Even with that, the altar can be activated. Without side effects. “I’m fine.”
Raniel shook his head.
You can’t tell a lie in front of a star contract. The stars also judge it to be true.
“······.”
Draka’s gaze wavers as he looks at the black arm.
Information and information are pieced together in his head. A sneer flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was laughing at himself.
‘Is that what happened?’
Draka resisted the urge to tear off the arm in front of him at any moment and opened his mouth.
“···I said it was possible.”
“Because the nature of the sacrifice is the same.”
Draka raises his arms on the altar.
The arms melt into the altar and light floods in. The completed altar asks Draka. Who will you save? Draka answered without hesitation.
“Armel van Harocht.”
He said.
“My daughter.”
The spell is activated. God’s miracle is repeated.
Raniel, one step away from the flooding light, closed his eyes. It wasn’t a scene he really wanted to see.
Miracle of revival.
Raniel knows the principle.
At the top of the Kurakt Mountains, in the past memories left behind by Cardi, Raniel saw the miracle performed by the first saint. She also knows what the miracle of her recovery means.
Knowing this, Raniel closed his eyes.
“I definitely warned you.”
Raniel clicked his tongue.
Draka doesn’t listen to Raniel.
“Oh, oh…”
Draka, blinded by the light in front of him, reaches out his hand toward the light. Eventually, the light fades. Something weighing as much as a girl rises on top of the altar.
“Armel, Armel!”
he shouts.
Raniel sighed and looked back.
“lakh.”
“···yes?”
“Close your eyes.”
Raniel took off his robe and covered Lark’s face. Without knowing what was happening, Lark just closed his eyes as Raniel said.
And the procedure was completed successfully.
With a creepy thumping sound.
“···ah?”
Draka made a questioning voice.
It was not Armel who came up to the altar.
To be exact, it was something that was Armel, but became not Armel. Draka recognizes it at a glance.
Because I recognized it.
Because I noticed it.
Draka’s complexion turned pale.
“Ahhh···.”
A scream comes from Draka’s mouth.
It was the result Raniel expected.
‘Miracle of revival.’
The gold magic used by the first saint, Gleria, is by no means omnipotent. She could not save anyone with her miracle of revival. Not once.
‘I just keep it in this world as it was at the moment of death, even if only for a moment.’
A fleeting moment. At most you can say one or two words.
That is the last miracle allowed by the stars.
Those who run out of time lose consciousness. He becomes a dead person and wanders this world hating the living. That is why the miracle of revival is called Geumsul.
‘At best, it’s just a fleeting dream.’
A fleeting dream.
A momentary reunion.
however.
“Ahh, ahhh…!”
The Sword Demon is not even given that opportunity.
Raniel slowly opened his eyes. Through narrowed eyes she looks at Draka. Draka is looking at her altar with her empty eyes. A scream flows from his mouth.
What flows down from the altar is black purification.
Gu Jeongmul, who has fused with the demonic beast, leaves a message.
“dad.”
With that one word left behind, it melts and falls apart. You can’t even become a dead person. There isn’t even time to talk. In the end, Draka witnesses it once again.
Watching my daughter die.
The sight of being intertwined with demonic beasts and being defiled.
“ah.”
Draka opened his mouth.
“Ah, ahaha.”
He let out a dry laugh.
“Aha, ahahahaha!”
It was the laughter of someone who had been broken.
