〈 Episode 346 〉 Ka■■■(7）
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“As I said, I have two goals.”
“One is the rescue of Raniel Van Trias. Actually, in this case, it wouldn’t even be called rescue. I will be lying on the altar of a church in the center of a colorless forest. “The first goal is to move that guy to the carriage.”
“And the second is…”
“Saint, Sarah.”
“The new blessing has not been confirmed. The story is that the saint of the time did not die. Since her cult is still looking for her, she assumes she is here too.”
“More than anything, he said, ‘He will be alive.’ I don’t know what variables may have occurred, but if possible, we will secure a saint.”
“Did you understand up to this point?”
“Then, next is a warning.”
Cardi let out a short breath.
After a moment of silence, Cardi spoke.
“One, never provoke Kyle Torben.”
He raised his index finger.
“This guy is not yet finished as a disaster. It’s a disaster that hasn’t bloomed. But that still doesn’t change the fact that he’s a disaster.”
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
Gletus, the apostate.
Black Storm, Black Dragon Belial.
“The disaster you know… Among them, the remaining three excluding Skebal. Consider yourself equal to those three. Of course, even if it encounters you, it won’t attack right away. “Right now, you’ll be like a sleepwalker wandering in a dream.”
But, Cardi said.
“If you stimulate it, the story will be different.”
I believe you will know even if I don’t say anything.
Cardi muttered and extended his middle finger. Cardi spoke briefly with his index and middle fingers spread out.
“The second warning will be an extension of the first.”
“···extension?”
“okay. I told you not to provoke me if you encounter me, right? What that means is, don’t make ‘any sign.’ Because I don’t know how he will react. “This is why I brought you here.”
These people are good at infiltration missions.
Those who can erase their presence to the limit.
It goes without saying that Kalt became a superhuman after performing infiltration missions for a long time, and Remia is also a top-notch ranger with the natural sense and blessings of an elf.
“It would be best not to encounter it, but if you happen to encounter it, erase its presence. Never think of being hostile. “You will die.”
“···One, I have a question.”
Kalt said.
“You said it turned into a disaster, but isn’t Kyle Torben a warrior and a swordsman?”
The strongest warrior, Kyle Torben.
He is the sharpest sword that mankind possesses… and is also a person who represents the current human race.
“It is quite unbelievable that such a person would defect, but if that is really the case…”
Kalt smoothed the hilt of his sword.
“Now before it is completed. “Isn’t it right that we must subdue it now that it is unstable and a disaster?”
“That’s true.”
Cardi laughed bitterly.
“If only that were possible.”
What that hound said is right.
If you subdue it, now is your only chance. It’s a complete disaster, and now it’s before flowering. However, it is not the people gathered here who can seize that opportunity.
Raniel van Trias.
This is an opportunity only granted to her.
Cardi knows that. There would be no one other than her who could deal with the hero who turned into her disaster.
‘That’s why it’s a tragedy.’
Cardi let out a short breath.
“The explanation ends here. “Move.”
2.
Remia moved to find the church, and Kalt moved to scout beyond the forest. Kalt quickly crossed the colorless forest, leaving no trace of his presence behind.
The old site of the Selef Kingdom.
Kalt knows information about this place.
It is the old site of a kingdom that was destroyed by the Demon King hundreds of years ago, and it is also a cursed land where the Demon King’s presence was confirmed just a few years ago.
‘···but.’
The ancient elf did not warn Kalt about the devil’s appearance. This must have been the devil’s realm before it was a realm of disaster, so why?
Cardi’s explanation left out a lot of details.
Kalt guesses what is in the missing part and what might have happened there. For now, this is just speculation. Even if you picture it in your head, it’s a speculation that makes you laugh and say it doesn’t make sense.
However, the moment we left the forest.
The moment I saw the wilderness spreading beyond the forest.
“······.”
Kalt took a deep breath.
A vast wilderness.
Sword marks (?
‘···I can’t see it.’
Kalt is a sword master.
It is not difficult to draw a sword pattern (？？) by looking at the sword marks, but Kalt could not read the sword marks from those sword marks.
Holding his breath, Kalt walked.
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Sword marks are like the footsteps of a prosecutor.
Kalt walked and walked, following the footprints left by Kyle. How long did it take to walk like that? At some point, the sword mark suddenly broke off.
‘···quietus.’
A place where broken sword marks remain.
There are piles of stones cut exactly in half, along with cracked ground. Standing there, Kalt looked ahead.
The space is cut off.
The horizontally distorted space did not heal.
‘You’re crazy.’
Even after seeing it, I don’t understand it.
It is a sword attack that goes beyond common sense.
With traces of incomprehensible sword strikes in front of him, Kalt looked around. She saw a woman lying limp not far away.
Saint Sarah.
If you listen carefully, your heart is beating.
When you check your pulse, both heartbeat and breathing are normal. Her kalt started walking again, carrying her as if she was in a deep sleep and didn’t open her eyes.
···I don’t know what happened here. I don’t know why Kyle Torben became a disaster.
I can only guess.
Kalt, who extracted information from the traces all around, guesses. The hero, Kyle Torben, must have faced the demon lord here. I was able to guess what the outcome would be from what I heard before coming here.
“Kyle Torben has been a disaster.”
Kalt walked away, feeling bitter.
What I saw and confirmed, and what I heard.
Understanding the context of an event based on given information is Kalt’s specialty. It’s still just a guess, but if what you think is correct…
‘No matter how senior you are, this…’
No matter how strong a person is.
As long as we are human, there is a limit to what we can endure. And Kalt guessed. This is beyond what Raniel van Trias can endure.
“···That’s right.”
Kalt muttered and lamented.
Kalt walked forward, hoping to avoid encountering Kyle, who would have turned into a disaster, and the superior he once assisted. Because I didn’t want to see it like that.
We crossed the wilderness and re-entered the forest.
Now, as long as you reach the carriage, the mission is over. Kalt shook off distracting thoughts in order to focus on the task at hand. How long did it take to walk like that?
Sarah.
A ray of wind blew.
The wind that blew smelled rotten.
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Kalt’s body stiffened.
Stopping in place, Kalt could not take another step. Cold sweat ran down her spine.
A wind carrying a rotten smell.
Kalt knows this wind.
This is the memory of death engraved in Kalt’s mind. That strong memory was still vivid even after many years had passed. The rotten smell, the bitter wind of death.
···The sword of death, Ganicalt.
It is the wind that blows every time he takes a step. Why does that wind blow from here? Has death appeared here? No, it wasn’t.
‘a little bit different.’
Similar but something different.
A cool and sharp wind. So the wind that felt like a knife passed by Kalt. And rustling. The sound of dry tree branches breaking echoed through the forest.
widely.
The sound of steps.
Squeak, squeak.
The sound of something twisting.
Gradually, suddenly.
The sound of something scraping the floor was heard.
Kalt turned his stiff head and looked at where the sound was coming from. I felt a huge presence. A corner of the dark forest swayed.
■, ■■■■. ■■■■■■■■.
It appeared with a strange sound.
The one who appears, driving the swaying shadow, is a single human being. A human being with a hole in his heart and strangely twisted arms hanging limply.
A sword is held in the outstretched arm.
It is a sword that symbolizes the warrior who was called the hope of mankind. The holy sword, caked with black blood, no longer points towards the sky. With the tip of the knife buried in the ground, the sword is only cutting through a pile of dirt.
A human holding a holy sword.
The human was wearing the clothes of a warrior.
A warrior’s conquest stained with blood and dirt. The moment he saw the human face, Kalt’s expression became distorted.
Kyle Torben.
The warrior who had become a disaster was standing there.
3.
The moment he faced disaster, Kalt realized.
How stupid the question he asked Cardi in the carriage was. What is the meaning of Cardi’s smile the moment she was asked that question?
“If that’s possible.”
impossible.
There’s no way it’s possible.
Kalt looked at the disaster in front of him with shaking eyes. He saw Kyle Torben. Kyle, who wanders through the forest with his arms hanging limply as if walking in a dream, is full of empty space. At least that’s how it appears to a criminal.
However, if you close and open your eyes.
Kyle, seen through superhuman vision, looks completely different from before.
‘It is death.’
Standing there is death.
No matter how you swing your sword, you will be counterattacked immediately. This body will be torn to pieces before even a single sword stroke can be drawn. The alarming extrasensory vision showed Kalt many future possibilities.
Countless, countless futures.
They all point to death.
The moment you become hostile, what awaits you is death. Kalt even forgot to breathe, waiting for the disaster to pass him by.
Gradually, suddenly.
Fortunately, the disaster did not bother Kalt.
I just walk while looking into space with my pupils fluttering open. Every time he took a step, the sound of the tip of his sword scraping the floor rang out softly.
Little by little, it gets further away.
This was the moment when Kalt tried to slowly take a step back as he watched his back moving away. “Tall,” Kyle stopped in place. Her bowed body unfolded.
Tdu-duk-duk.
The sound of bones creaking.
Kyle, who pinned his body, slowly raised his arms. The holy sword that was half buried in the ground revealed its blade. The holy sword glowed brightly in the darkness.
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Chase the ashes.
Kill Ash.
Trample, defile, kill.
That voice kept coming.
Ka■ wandered in the darkness. There’s something I’m forgetting. She was missing something. She had to find it, but the endless darkness showed no sign of ending.
How much longer do I have to walk?
How much more do we have to think about in the future?
I couldn’t figure it out. Although he didn’t know, Ka■ continued walking. She wandered into the darkness, trying to find her answer.
Sarah.
The fluttering ash kept fluttering before Ka■’s eyes. Even in the dark, the ashes did not lose their light. The layman Ka■ was glad to see him. But even the joy is quickly forgotten.
The elements that make up the human being Ka■■■ begin to fall apart one by one. The beliefs I had, the oaths I had to keep, and the regrets I harbored at the end all begin to crumble little by little.
The erosion continued in the dark.
【Ashes.】
【Kill Ash.】
【Ashes.】
Ka■ saw ashes rising in front of him.
It was ashes that I was happy to see at first.
But now, in that ashes, Ka■ feels hatred. Ka■ stopped walking in anger without knowing why. Looking at the ash powder shaking before her eyes…
Ka■ grabbed his sword.
Yes, if you think about it, Gray always made him hold the sword. Why did you hold the sword?
【To cut.】
what?
【Ashes.】
Ka■ raised his sword.
Although he still couldn’t think of a reason not to let go of the sword, Ka■ succeeded in remembering that it had something to do with the color gray.
Cut down the ashes.
Someone whispered that.
Following the whisper, Ka■ swung his sword.
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Calamity raised his sword.
My posture is a mess. The arm holding the sword is twisted and no longer performs its function. Nevertheless, the moment the sword became level with the ground…
It becomes the sword of the superman.
Masters of the sword are those who show the best swordsmanship in any situation or condition. Kyle lightly swung the sword he was holding.
Wow.
The sword split the air.
It is a sword that no longer attracts waves of light. Instead of a halo of light, a sword (?) turned off the flow. The space fluctuated along the path of the sword. The darkness shook.
Suddenly.
A quiet cutting sound.
The moment the cutting sound rang out, Kalt started running without looking back. His intuition warned him. Get out of here right now.
And, that intuition was right.
Quagga, quagga, quagga, quagga, quagga!
A storm raged.
Everything is swept away by the rushing current.
The tree was uprooted and thrown into the sky.
The ground turned over and piles of dirt rose up.
Everything in sight was turned upside down.
The boundary between heaven and earth became unclear.
Because things on the ground went against the flow, it reversed(?).
Because it finally reached the sky, a thousand(?).
Kyle Torben, the sword of Yeokcheon(？？).
A new disaster has awakened.
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fantasy,
