A few photos and a report analyzing the photos.
The photo showed a mangled northern forest. Also included is the image of the Demon King’s army split into six small pieces. Rania smoothed her chin as her photos from various angles were laid out on the table.
“···Hmm.”
Traces that look like they were dug in with long fingernails.
A devastation as if an animal had run rampant.
Judging by the messy engravings on the ground, it appears that a demonic beast has run amok, but Lark, who was the first to discover the scene, declared that these traces were ‘traces of swordsmanship’.
‘Seeing as he said that it is similar to the swordsmanship he uses…’
It clearly refers to Ganikalt’s swordsmanship.
The path of the sword created by the first superman.
Although the swordsmanship has now been improved through the hands of numerous swordsmen… Ganikalt’s swordsmanship clearly existed at the root of the swordsmanship used by Lark, Kyle, and the superhumans associated with the Holy Land of the Sword.
‘Galatric Ryu.’
Rania also knows well the horror of swordsmanship. I have no choice but to know better. Because she had to experience it herself. But… these messy traces carved on the ground have the same roots as that horribly sophisticated swordsmanship?
“No matter how I look at it, something is strange.”
Rania rested her chin and looked at the photo.
What caught my eye was a photo that captured the landscape of a mangled snowy mountain. Looking at the photo, Rania let out a sigh.
“…It won’t end like this, right?”
There are traces of a powerful demon running rampant, but that’s it. A devastation so severe that it can all be captured in one photo. It was certainly a strange phenomenon, but the scale was too small to cause any concern.
Yeah, it’s a small thing.
If the sword of death, or something related to it, went on a rampage, there was no way it would stop there. One side of the snowy mountain must have been cut off entirely or the snowy mountain must have collapsed.
‘The sword of death couldn’t even go that far in the first place.’
Because the sword of death is a being bound by a contract.
Rania narrowed her eyes as she tapped her fingers on the table. Traces that are not big enough to cause problems. Considering the size of the knights currently stationed or dispatched to the North, it is more than enough to handle.
However, something feels uncomfortable.
A trace of a magical beast that seems to imitate a human sword.
Footprints and traces that are completely different from those of demonic beasts discovered to date. In addition, numerous other factors worried Rania.
“······.”
A moment of concern.
Immediately afterwards, Rania stood up.
2.
3 years of time.
As she walked, Rania looked back on the past three years.
The three years that passed while I was on the campaign trail as a warrior. A lot had happened in those three years, but it wasn’t as intense as when I lived as Raniel.
To be honest, it was rather quiet.
The sword of death has disappeared.
The apostate Gletus remained in seclusion in the depths of the demon world, uncertain of his life or death. The madman is still missing, and the demon lord who lost his immortality has not appeared on the battlefield. This means that there is no such thing as a particularly strong enemy appearing on the battlefield.
‘If I had to pick a strong enemy…’
Skull gourd?
No, calling him a strong enemy is now a bit much. In Rania’s barracks, there was a tower made of Skebal’s skulls, and the number ’43’ was engraved on the skull on top.
It means the 43rd skull.
Now, every time I come across a skull, I spend more time thinking about how to cleanly remove the skull. Skebal also seemed to know this, and whenever he made eye contact with Rania, he quickly recited a self-destruct spell.
···It was a long story, but the main point is this.
It’s too quiet.
Excluding the variables that occurred two years ago, the past three years have been nothing but smooth. Therefore, Rania focused solely on expanding the front line.
“This is the whole contract.”
“This is the first contract I was hiding from you. “Now I can entrust this contract to you.”
The truth and the full story of the contract I heard from Cardi.
If you think about it, what you are doing now is right. Continuing to expand the front line and reach the deepest part of the Demonic Land. And meeting the ‘conditions’.
So far, everything is going well.
It’s quiet because it’s smooth.
However, Rania did not forget that the current silence was the calm before the storm. Everyone in the world sings of hope for humanity, but only she assumes her worst situation.
‘So, you have to control it.’
To prevent the worst.
And, to get the best results, all variables must be controlled. This is Rania, who has eliminated numerous variables over the past three years. Rania’s senses were crying out.
Something is about to happen in the North.
Rania felt the need to control it before it grew and became a variable. Or, the need to prepare.
“······.”
Rania stopped walking.
The place we stopped was a small barracks. Before entering her, Rania briefly caught her breath.
“It’s Nati.”
When the name was called, a whistling sound could be heard from inside the barracks. While Rania was waiting with her arms crossed, someone staggered out of the barracks.
“Uh, uhh. “Who are you?”
Sunken eyes, messy hair.
She stood right in front of Rania in disheveled clothes and tilted her head slightly to the side. One second to see who was standing in front of her. Three seconds of waiting for her to blink, unable to accept her reality.
“······.”
After a total of 4 seconds passed, her previously squinted eyes became slightly more squinted. It was as if he immediately realized why Rania had come to him.
“…Um, Rania?”
“huh.”
“Perhaps.”
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“uh.”
“Is it work?”
“It’s work, then.”
The woman named Natida fell silent.
Immediately after, she rummaged through the pocket of the robe she was wearing and took out something. A small stick-sized scroll with powder inside and rolled up. In short, it was the beginning of the year.
“…Can I listen to it while burning it?”
Rania glanced at Natida’s trembling fingers and nodded with a sigh.
3.
“Ignition, ignition stone…”
Natida, who was rummaging around in her arms with a cigarette in her mouth, slowly turned her head and looked at Rania. At that coy look, Rania sighed and snapped her fingers.
Tak, chik.
“Blah, it’s Gasa Hammi.”
“Take it out of your mouth and say it, take it out.”
Natida smiled while biting down on the tobacco and took a long puff of smoke. The bulging eyes were only for a moment, but the gun returned. Natida exhaled smoke and put her tobacco between her fingers.
“So, what brings you here?”
The voice became clearer than before.
Rania said, pointing ahead.
“Talk while you walk. Follow me.”
As she walked through the grassland where the remnants of ancient civilizations were scattered randomly, Rania glanced at Natida who was following behind her. Frizzy light brown hair flowing down to her shoulders. A robe worn roughly over disheveled clothes.
And, cloudy ‘green’ colored eyes.
“It’s Nati.”
“Yes, please say it.”
“Are you okay these days?”
Instead of answering, Natida let out a long breath.
Exhaling thick gray smoke with her breath, Natida extinguished the tobacco by rubbing it on the back of her hand. Chiik, the beginning of the year, when the heat had not yet subsided, left scars on the backs of her pure white hands… That didn’t last long either.
Natida opened her mouth, shaking off the ash from the back of her hand, which had recovered without a single scar in an instant.
“Is it so good?”
She smiled and pointed to the tobacco she had just been burning.
“Isn’t this a workplace where you can burn cigarettes with the fire that the warrior himself lights? It’s a much better workplace compared to the past. “No complaints.”
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Of course, I’m feeling fine.”
Natida rolled up her loose sleeves. Her exposed slender forearms were white and smooth. There were no traces of needle marks or self-harm, which were abundant until a year ago.
“The medicine gets a bit sticky periodically… but it gets better when you burn the first few days of the year. The frequency of cravings is also decreasing. “Good news, right?”
“That’s good news.”
“Actually, I think I would crave less medicine if the hero made me do a little less work.”
Rania let out a laugh.
“You’re talking nonsense. “What do I order and how much?”
“···Are you serious?”
“Well, anyway, if it’s okay, it’s okay.”
Rania took out a letter from her arms.
A letter sealed with a gray seal that was like her symbol. I handed it to Tida and she opened her mouth.
“You should go to the North.”
“···yes? “Suddenly?”
“Something happened suddenly.”
Placing the letter in Natida’s hand, Rania held up several photos in front of her.
“There’s something that bothers me. I don’t think it’ll be a problem right now, but it’ll probably catch on. So, go to the north and do some research.”
Respond in case of emergency.
I didn’t bother to say the last words out loud. Because Natida herself probably knows it well. After taking the photo and passing it around, Nathi opened her mouth.
“Isn’t that the northern part?”
Natida grinned and laughed.
“I heard there is that very handsome Confucius…? “And that is the disciple raised by the warrior himself.”
“I don’t know if he’s handsome, but he’s right there. “Where my disciples are.”
“Lark Van Grace, Guardian of the North?”
“okay. “I will write a letter in advance, so you can go and show the letter I just gave you and ask for your cooperation.”
Cooperate, cooperate.
Natida, who was muttering like that, tilted her head.
“First of all, I belong to a religious sect. Is it okay for me to go to the North? “I heard they completely hate the religious people there.”
Rania also knows that the North has rejected the Delohim Church. However, in Rania’s opinion, there was no problem in this case. The name ‘Rania van Trias’ may be worth the name, but…
“Who would look at you and think you’re from a religious order?”
Sunken eyes.
Burning tobacco every now and then and wearing shabby clothes. He never looked like a faithful or neat believer. Natida looked down at her clothes and nodded without thinking.
“That is also true. So, your mission is to just go and investigate?”
“As a bonus, please say hello to Lark.”
“Aren’t you going in person?”
“Even if I want to go, I can’t.”
Rania pointed to the stretched out front.
“If I leave, who will take charge of this place?”
Even if I try to see the faces of my teachers and students, I can’t afford it. She protects one front alone, and is in charge of supporting all nearby fronts. If she were to leave, a hole would be created in the front line.
In the first place, the current battlefield is barely maintained by one superhuman named ‘Rania Van Trias’.
The world sings of humanity’s victory and hope, but the reality is this. Humanity was counting on one hero to the extent that all battle lines would collapse in an instant just by missing her.
‘It feels like I’m walking a tightrope.’
Thinking like that, Rania tapped Natida on the shoulder a couple of times. Of all the people she could send in her place right now, there was no one as suitable as the girl in front of her. Including symbolism as well as response to emergencies.
“So, please go and return for me. “Look at the situation.”
“It’s a little annoying, but I have to do it because it’s what I’m asked to do, right?”
Because this is what my benefactor tells me to do.
Natida muttered and nodded. She then roughly took off her robe, which was draped over her shoulders, and flung it into the air, shaking off the dust. Natida, properly dressed in a robe, saluted Rania.
“Saint, Natida. “Mission confirmed.”
Saint, Natida.
This generation’s saint was newly chosen by the stars after Sarah’s saint’s blessing was lost.
“But, warrior.”
“say. What?”
“Just one more before I go.”
Rania laughed as if it were absurd, looking at Natida laughing with a smoker in her mouth that could never be taken out at any time.
“Okay, unfold. “Spread it out as much as you want.”
“Thank you.”
Cheek, the beginning of the year burned.
Saint, Natida.
Some people used to call her this.
She’s a drug-sucking saint.
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