EP.152 Northern, Huildam (lower part)
About two days before leaving the North, Raniel went out to train with Rak for the last time. He had the intention of checking Lark’s growth, but it was also because he had something to face again at the end of the Holy Land.
And, an hour after arriving at the sacred place.
Raniel is surprised by the unexpected results. She looked at Lark with her eyes wide open.
“···Has it really increased a lot?”
The area that was the limit during the first training cannot be clearly seen from where Lark is standing now. Lark is standing on his own two feet, a long way from then.
That’s not all.
“I think I can use spells.”
Lark lets out a short breath and strengthens his arms. The veins on his forearms stand out and a spell surrounds Lark’s body.
Enhance-Strength.
The rope breaks with a thud.
Raniel clicked his tongue and thought to himself.
‘···It wasn’t tidy.’
It’s an amazing result. Really?
It has increased significantly in just a few days. Unexpected results come as both surprise and joy. “Tap,” Raniel touched Lark’s head with the back of his hand.
A smile appeared on her lips.
“It’s pretty good.”
After that, Lark held on for a long time. As the sun was setting, Lark collapsed from exhaustion. That was Lark’s first faint of the day.
“Tsk tsk.”
Raniel thinks as he leaves the sacred area with Lark on his back. If you see this kind of rapid growth in a few days… there must be something going on.
‘···Let’s just call it an opportunity, well.’
There is only one thing I can guess.
‘An encounter with the Sword Demon, Drakawa.’
A sword wielded by a superhuman with the determination to kill.
Lark resisted the death that attacked him. He succeeded in cutting off at least one strand of the sword energy released by the superhuman. It was definitely a feat.
approaching death.
The border between life and death.
When placed in that gap, there are only a handful of people who resist for their lives. And, that handful of humans attain enlightenment.
‘You must have realized something.’
In other words…
‘I saw the wall.’
Raniel has never experienced a wall, so he has no idea what it looks like. I can only vaguely picture the image from the words I heard from his adepts.
A boy who has just faced a wall.
And, the area where the boy will reach beyond the wall.
It’s fun just to draw it. Raniel mutters, feeling yet another reward from his journey in the North.
“···I’m looking forward to it.”
Muttering that, she walked away.
A little lighter and more cheerful than usual.
* * *
After leaving Lark lying outside the shrine, Raniel headed back inside the shrine. It’s a road he’s already passed by once. It was easy for him to walk the same path he once walked.
chin.
Soon, Raniel arrived at the center of the sacred place.
In the center of the snowstorm, Raniel walks on a mysterious meadow that he cannot get used to even if he looks at it again.
“······.”
She stops in front of the broken stone statue.
The island is only temporary. Crossing the starlit waterway, she heads to an island floating in the middle of the lake.
A sword stuck in the middle of the island.
A sword that bears a striking resemblance to the sword of death.
Raniel narrows his eyes and looks at the great sword. He is different from the first time he faced the great sword. Now that he has realized the forgotten history of the past, this one sword has a completely different meaning to Raniel.
“The first star sword.”
A sword that has been with the master of swords all his life.
A star sword made with starlight imbued with it.
‘···Did you say that the most suitable form for containing starlight is a holy sword?’
Numerous warriors who left their names in history.
The weapons they used were different, but the warrior called the strongest of his time always carried a holy sword. Thanks to this, it was even said that the Holy Sword was the most perfect star shape.
‘In a way, that’s true.’
Raniel shed a bitter smile after learning the truth.
‘Because it was the starlight that was meant to dwell in the sword from the beginning.’
Raniel saw this sword in front of him in past history. This great sword held in the hands of Ganicalt, the first warrior, was more powerful than any spell and sharper than any spell.
‘A sword that changes the entire situation every time you swing it.’
Splitting the army of curses.
Cutting away the darkness that covered the sky.
A sword that is true even to the shadow that swallows the sun.
The great sword held in the hands of the first superman and warrior was a weapon that could be called perfect. Ran El took another step forward, tracing memories of his past.
“Black, half the body of a swordsman.”
These are the words Kuntel, the master of the sword, spoke until his mouth was exhausted.
“The sword contains the soul of a swordsman.”
This was passed off as a joke.
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Maybe it’s a superstition.
However, at least for this one sword, the swordsman’s speaking habits are true. Raniel narrows his eyes. Before she knew it, she was holding a wooden box in her hand.
Sarah.
The starlight flowing from the wooden box and the starlight flooding the blade resonate. Starlight temporarily appears in Raniel’s vision.
‘see.’
Raniel extends his hand.
Reach out and grab the hilt of the sword.
Cheeeeeeeek.
Ignoring the fact that her palms were burning, she stared straight at the sword. Read the flow of starlight pooled in the great sword. Her eyes sparkled platinum-colored.
My eyes are bloodshot.
Open your red, bloodshot eyes.
‘Fragment of soul.’
Fragments of the split soul remain there.
This is the moment when Raniel put his soul into it.
Blah, blah.
Raniel’s vision splits.
Temporary confusion occurs in vision. A split soul chases another soul. The abandoned half of a swordsman heads to where he belongs.
“···ah.”
Raniel inadvertently lets out an exclamation.
Something connected with my vision. With her left eye and blurred vision, Raniel sees her surroundings. It’s dark everywhere. It is a foggy place. And, there is something there.
「······.」
Black eyes shine in the darkness.
The glowing eyes within the split helmet look familiar. Raniel’s shoulders trembled. He felt cold sweat run down her spine. Just like that, my teeth click together.
‘The sword of death, Ganicalt.’
A death I faced one day.
‘The thing that connected my vision… was the sword of death.’
A sword originally used by Ganikalt.
The shadowy sword and vision were connected. The split soul and soul resonate. The person caught in between is like a foreign object.
“Someone who is not a prosecutor.”
And, of course.
A top-notch inspection detects the presence of foreign substances.
“Don’t imitate the prosecutor.”
It slowly reaches out its hand.
Lightly trace your outstretched hand from top to bottom.
“Tsk…!”
Raniel let go of the sword and closed his left eye.
Blood dripped down my cheek.
“I’m crazy…”
I guess someone isn’t a monster.
Raniel muttered and laughed. She even borrowed the starlight to put her soul into it, but it was thrown away helplessly with one light gesture. Raniel closed his left eye as he wiped away the flowing blood.
‘still.’
I gained something.
It was worth taking the risk.
“···This is it.”
No matter what I tried, I couldn’t find it.
How to hunt the sword of death that neutralizes starlight.
‘Only now, after so many years…’
Raniel discovers it.
A way to bring down beings from the sky to the ground.
2.
“···Seniors? “What’s wrong with your eyes?”
“It will get better in a few days.”
“No, my left eye is a bit serious…”
I packed my bags while listening to Kalt’s words. In fact, there was more luggage to pack when going north than when coming.
“Oh my, are you going back already?”
“Then this, this, and this…”
This was because the amount of gifts that Lady Palia had given me was quite large. There were quite a few gifts from the warriors. As I was packing my things, Kalt spoke to me.
“You said you were returning to the capital today, right?”
“That’s right. “Did you say you would stay a little longer?”
“Yes, the Knights sent someone…”
“···minute?”
One minute. At those words, I looked back at Kalt.
The number of people Kalt calls by the name ‘Bun’ can be counted on one hand. I asked Kalt vaguely.
“The knight commander will never come, then…”
“The warrior, Galahar, is said to be coming.”
“but. “If it’s Galahal, you can trust it.”
I nodded.
There was no need to worry if Galahal came. I tapped Kalt on the shoulder.
“Say hello to Galahal.”
“···Uh, senior?”
“ok. why?”
Kalt sighed and touched his forehead.
“Senior is officially retired, and his identity is currently unknown. “Do you know?”
“yes?”
“If it’s true, my contact with you is strictly confidential. “A little, uh…”
“Well, how about it?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“It’s okay if it’s enough to split.”
“Well, that has to be the case…”
It’s no one else, it’s Galahal.
You will understand clearly. With that thought in mind, I stood up. With both hands full of luggage.
“Then, good luck.”
“Yes, I will contact you when I return to the capital.”
“Hey.”
I waved my hand moderately and walked away.
All schedules in the north have been completed.
Now, it was time to return to the capital.
3.
After receiving a light farewell party and seeing off, I boarded a carriage heading to the capital. Since Lark said he would come up in time for the start of school, I was alone on the way down to the capital.
“Did you enjoy your journey in the North?”
“There were too many incidents to just enjoy it.”
“There were many unpleasant incidents. Next time you come, we will do our best so that you can fully experience the beauty of the North…”
Although I was alone, my butler Sebas, whom I had now become close with, became my companion, so it wasn’t a very boring journey home. It took a few days for me to arrive at a village near the capital. So, in my hometown.
“Ugh…”
Stretching out, I walked through the field.
Low hills, gently green grass.
The road to Master’s mansion, which borders the forest, is the same as always. Now that it was summer and a slightly hot wind was blowing, I hummed as I walked.
smart.
Knock lightly and open the door. Master, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, sipping coffee, turned his head and looked at me. Master put down the coffee cup with a clatter and opened his mouth.
“Are you here, Raniel?”
“Yes, Master.”
I’m home. While saying that, I showed my teacher the luggage with both hands full and smiled.
“I brought you a lot of presents.”
* * *
“I have two news.”
Roselle sipped her tea and opened her mouth.
At Roselle’s words, Raniel, who was munching on a snack after dinner, tilted his head.
“What news?”
“It happened while you were in the North. “There were a few minor incidents, but these are the only two you should be aware of.”
Roselle took out two letters.
He continued speaking as he opened one of the pages.
“One is the news that an elder from the Gray Magic Tower retired due to an ‘unsavory incident.’”
“···Something unpleasant?”
“okay. It is said that the vacant position created by the senior’s departure is scheduled to remain vacant in the future. And this letter was sent…”
Rosell pointed to the sender of the letter.
“You must be the next magic tower owner, Resty Eleanor.”
One pillar became vacant.
And, the position will remain vacant in the future.
It was a kind of warning to the next magic tower lord to other elders. A warning that this magic tower owner will take over the magic tower very aggressively.
“You did something quite bold. Personally, I like it. “Because there were too many elders.”
There is a need to reduce it.
In order for the Gray Magic Tower to move forward, there were too many of the six elders.
“It’s a task that has been put off, but…”
“It looks like he’s planning to kill them all.”
Raniel smiled faintly.
Roselle narrowed her eyes at that smile.
“…Did you give me some advice?”
“I gave him a trap as a gift. “I left it up to her to choose where and how to install it, and what kind of game it should be used for.”
Chuckling, Raniel laughed out loud.
“Anyway, it looks like I’ve come to the right conclusion.”
So what’s next? Roselle opened the remaining letter to Raniel who asked that question.
“An official letter was sent secretly from the royal family and the Black Magic Tower. “Only a very small portion of Aplia’s academic staff.”
A letter containing top secret information.
Roselle read it line by line.
“This is a story about a girl named ‘Chloe,’ who is transferred next semester with a false identity.”
Chloe, Raniel blinked at that name.
It was a name I had heard before.
“According to her disguise, she is a girl born with an unusual constitution and under the protection of the Black Magic Tower…”
Roselle touched the letter.
The pattern added to the letter is a symbol symbolizing the black magic tower. It is also a pattern that only the master of black can use.
“His true identity is a candidate for the next warrior who is about to awaken. “The royal family explained that he was the fourth hero of this era.”
Roselle slowly raised her hand.
“The first wizard-class warrior born with starlight itself as his Mana. An unusual case that has not occurred in hundreds of years. “The royal family and the Black Magic Tower take their special characteristics into account…”
Roselle’s finger pointed at Raniel.
“They said they would entrust that child’s education to you, Raniel.”
