EP.150 Superman, mere human (5)
The sound of a person’s life crumbling to pieces was terrible. The sound of dry laughter echoed in the snowy field. It almost sounded like something was being torn.
Draka laughed maniacally for a while.
How much did he laugh like that?
Pop, do it.
The laughter suddenly stopped.
Draka lowered his head. He looked in vain at the black painting on the snowy field. The same heat as before could not be found in those eyes.
‘Because I would have lost all purpose and focus.’
Pride was broken.
The dream was shattered.
There was nothing left for him. I was silent as I stared into Draka’s empty, empty eyes.
『The contract has been concluded.』
The stars were not silent.
The star calmly whispers the results of the transaction. I listened to the star with one ear and let it out with the other. It wasn’t something worth listening to, and it was a story I already knew anyway. I just saw a superman in front of me.
“···Tsk.”
For some reason, I clicked my tongue.
He was a person who deserved to die, and in a way, it could be said to be karma… but I couldn’t help but feel bitter in my mouth.
‘Would it have made a difference if I had told you in more detail?’
Make meaningless assumptions.
Anyway, there are only a handful of facts I can share. I can’t pronounce most of the knowledge I gained from the library Cardi left behind.
‘Even if I explain it in a vague way…’
The Sword Demon wouldn’t have listened to me.
As is typical for those who are close to achieving their long-cherished wish, the Sword Demon’s eyes were already blind.
‘A life that merely leads to a predestined tragedy.’
Even though I feel a little sympathy for his life… looking back on Draka’s actions, I feel a very subtle feeling. In short, I can’t sum it up like this.
‘It’s really surprising…’
Life in the world is like that.
I just forgot about it for a while because everything has been done so neatly these days.
‘I heard this happens a lot on the battlefield.’
Mud was the norm there.
Everyone has a story. There are many people who have experienced tragedy. Burying those who became traitors in the midst of tragedy with my own hands was not a very pleasant experience. never.
“I am not a superhuman like you, Gray.”
“Even if you try your whole life, you can’t reach it. Since we cannot reach it, we are sacrificed like expendable items. For none other than you! “For you, for you!”
“······.”
“I also wanted to live for myself.”
“I just wanted to live a life where I was the master, not a life where I was sacrificed for others.”
I closed my eyes for a moment.
I felt an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.
But that doesn’t last long either. Because it wasn’t something he had experienced once or twice. People wear out through experience.
“···Phew.”
I let out a short breath.
Whether it was bitter in my mouth or complicated in my head, I had to do what I had to do. As always.
“contract.”
I said.
Starlight answered my voice.
『Command.』
It is a dependency entered into by a contract.
With its self-consciousness obliterated, Draka becomes a doll that moves according to my will. No matter what order, Draka will follow. I gave the command.
“deprivation.”
Draka’s body went limp like a doll whose strings had been cut.
‘What’s left…’
It would be better to contact Kalt.
Because I can’t hand over Draka to the knight commander right now. I took out the letter from my pocket.
“Encounter the sword demon, Draka, in the north.”
As I was writing down the line, I paused for a moment. Kalt responded in surprise, but I didn’t pay attention to it.
Lastly, I saw the Sword Demon.
A superman of the sword, that is, a superman.
‘What is a superman?’
These are people who have surpassed human limitations.
Because they transcend humans, they are called superhumans.
They do things that humans cannot do.
‘but······.’
Even so, superhumans are also human.
A mere human being bound by the rules of the stars.
‘That’s why it has meaning, la.’
A few words from Uncle Kuntel.
I pondered the meaning contained in one line of sentence. The sentence tasted a little different than when I first saw it.
2.
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Time passes.
The case is gradually being solved.
Northern warriors captured the paladins. Berland, known as the Iron Wall, looked at the cardinal’s corpse with empty eyes, and then cooperated with the northern warriors.
“We are apostates.”
“I was trying to practice a forbidden practice.”
“I just borrowed the name of the Delohim Church.”
They called themselves apostates.
He testified that it was an arbitrary action that had nothing to do with the Delohim Church, but no one believes that. Although no one believes in them, the Delohim Church has permanently expelled them.
‘I cut off the tail.’
Everyone thinks so.
The world’s eyes of suspicion are turning to the religious denomination. The connection with them is ultimately denied, and the church pays a huge amount of compensation to the North.
“You sat down like hell.”
However, Erijl does not end there.
He made a threat by smashing the table where the high-ranking priests of the church were gathered with his bare fists.
“Beserkers live in the north. They only know fighting. Those berserkers are not under my control. “It wouldn’t be the North’s fault if they attacked the church, right?”
He gestures.
“By coincidence, there is one person here.”
The first seat of the thirteen warriors.
Berek of madness.
“Even if Berek kills you all here, I won’t be responsible for anything. “Am I right?”
The complexions of the high-ranking priests of the church turn pale.
“Well, I’ll give you as much compensation as you can.”
Eryahl snaps his fingers.
Suddenly, Berek approaches the table. The priests, looking pale, hastily add conditions. Erijl, who was looking at it, added one last word.
“Never set foot in the North again.”
If you disobey the warning.
“The North will engage in all-out war with the Delohim Church.”
These are not empty words. Knowing that this was not the case, the high-ranking priests nodded in cold sweat. The incident was coming to an end in the homeland of the Delohim Church.
“No, are you crazy? Seniors?”
“This is bullshit, there’s nothing I can’t say. “Are you crazy?”
A harsh wind was blowing in the north.
* * *
“Respected senior.”
“OK.”
“I trust my senior a lot. “I think you are a very rational, calculating, and cool-headed wizard.”
“I’m a bit like that.”
“······.”
“What the f*ck.”
“···Well, anyway. “I’ve been wondering one thing these days.”
“Tell me.”
“In fact, rather than being cool-headed, you are very emotional and act with the mindset of ‘let’s just call it a day and see.’ I think it is very disrespectful.”
“Reflect on yourself.”
“In that case, senior.”
Kalt said in a trembling voice.
“Please, won’t you explain the situation in more detail so that this poor junior can remove his doubts?”
Kalt, who was continuing the call with Raniel in the north via the Black Magic Tower’s magic power transmission, was on the edge of his seat. A few days ago, Kalt received a letter.
‘Encounter the sword demon, Draka, in the north.’
The format of the letter was elegant.
However, if you look closely… the content there was content that would cause Kalt to work dozens of days’ worth of overtime.
“What kind of accident did you get into this time?”
“Do you think I always cause accidents?”
“Statistically, when two people meet, nine times out of ten, something happens. “Can I please trust the 10% probability, sir?”
“uh······.”
“Didn’t you blow up some terrain again? I hope not. I don’t want to take on the task of editing maps. really.”
Raniel, who was continuing the call, looked out the window for a moment. She looks at the towering Kurakt Mountains. More precisely, the mountain ridge that was cut off.
‘hmm······.’
This is a trace that can only be seen if you narrow your eyes.
Being ‘visible’ from a distance was a problem, but Raniel decided not to think about that.
“I don’t think you need to worry.”
She nodded and answered the question.
“It’s not that noticeable.”
“Oh, please.”
Kalt is appalled.
He pulled out his hair and demanded an explanation from Raniel. What on earth did you do? What happened to Draka again?
“Please, senior, explain…”
As Kalt was pouring out a barrage of questions, a tired voice came from the other end of the phone.
“This is a bit difficult to put into words.”
“···yes?”
That’s the moment. Kalt’s intuition rang loudly.
Kalt, who stands on the borderline between the superhuman and the ordinary, has dipped his toes into the realm of the extrasensory, even if only a little. That extra sense warns Kalt more strongly than ever.
‘You must not continue your next sentence.’
This is the moment when Kalt reflexively opens his mouth.
Raniel spoke one step ahead.
“Just come and see.”
She said in a soft voice.
“Yes, it would be much more convenient that way.”
Before Kalt could reply, the phone suddenly hung up. Kalt stared blankly at the magical reply that made the sound of thud, thud, thud.
“Ugh, uhuh…”
Kalt groaned as he grabbed his bangs.
“Senior, please!”
It was the moment when an unexpected business trip to the north was decided.
Kalt’s screams do not reach Raniel.
Only Yetual, the Dark Tower Lord who was nearby, clicked his tongue in pity. Yetual patted Kalt on the shoulder and gave him advice.
“It has been a law since ancient times that a boss must have someone with ‘common sense.’ You’ve been through a lot. Indeed.”
It was a one-line sentence that touched Kalt’s heart.
3.
A few days have passed since the incident.
For several days, Lark devoted himself to recovering. The White Magic Tower owner was scared and poured all sorts of potions on Lark, so he didn’t need long to recover.
However, regardless of that, Lark had to stay locked in his room. This was due to the doctor’s strong warning that he must remain at rest until the broken bone healed.
“···Hmm.”
Can’t train when it’s time to train.
Normally I would have felt dissatisfied with that, but not now. Lark closes his eyes. When I close my eyes, what comes to mind is a vast snow field.
Snow field.
Blood stains on a pure white snow field.
A prosecutor standing on a blood stain.
Sabak.
I hear the sound of snow being stepped on.
The swordsman swings the sword from top to bottom. It’s a simple action. It’s the perfect move for simplicity. Sword energy emanates from the tip of the sword that is struck down like a guillotine.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssww!
A sword blade approaching, clawing at the snowy mountain.
I move while looking at that sword. Her feet step forward and her outstretched arm swings the axe. The movement is smooth. Faster than ever. Incredibly.
‘Impossible movement.’
Although it was only a moment, it was the moment when I surpassed the limits of my body.
Lark remembers that moment over and over again.
‘strange.’
Because it was an unfamiliar feeling, I will never forget it.
At that moment, Lark saw the wall.
A huge wall was erected between himself and the Sword Demon. A wall too high to climb and too strong to break down. Lark extends his hand towards the wall.
‘It’s not there yet.’
I only temporarily touched the wall under the very special circumstances of approaching death. Even if I stretch out my hand right now, I can’t reach it. It feels far away.
‘Not yet.’
That is still the case.
It is a wall that must be reached at some point and broken down at some point. Lark opened his eyes, imprinting the shape of the wall in his mind.
“···then.”
Lark mutters absentmindedly.
The more he thinks about that scene, the more doubts grow within him. Lark asked that question out loud.
“What exactly is Professor Rania?”
No matter how clueless Lacra is, doubts arise at this point. Draka is a sword master. It is impossible for an ordinary wizard to defeat a sword superman.
‘···no way.’
One guess crosses my mind.
In Lark’s opinion, it was a guess that was close to the correct answer.
