Several days have passed since I returned from the Sword Tomb.
Natida was walking through Krempelia Castle in the morning. The area around the old castle had been purified by the priests and Natida for a long time, and since it was an area outside the demon world, the sun was shining from the sky.
While walking through the old castle’s training hall, knights who recognized Natida bowed their heads towards her. Natida smiled faintly at them and waved her cigarette pack.
Pretending to ask if you would like to smoke one.
The knights smiled bitterly and shook their heads, and Natida muttered, “Hey,” and took out a cigarette. Natida let out a long breath as she lit the candle. Natida looked at her fingers, spitting out thick smoke.
Fingers with traces of splicing remaining.
Natida swallowed the smoke as she looked at her white stretch marks.
‘···I don’t really feel it.’
This was a sign that he had survived.
Traces of having survived despite facing two disasters. Natida repeated clenching and unclenching her fists. She let out a long, very long breath, contemplating the tingling pain she felt every time she bent her fingers.
Cloudy smoke rising into the sky.
Looking at the smoke, she remembered. She herself is the Holy Grail, and the moment she touched the Holy Grail.
“I hope, please.”
She held the sword of death and prayed, and death answered her prayer. In the darkness, death approached Natida… As half of her body got closer, the great sword stuck in the ground vibrated violently.
The sound of a sword, death approaching in the dark.
At that moment Natida saw.
A gap created by the vibration of a great sword stuck in the ground. Pale starlight leaks out from that gap. The starlight is closer to soft rather than bright. It was the starlight of the damaged Holy Grail that I heard about.
The place where the Holy Grail was buried was not the remains of a temple.
The Holy Grail was buried under the sword of death.
That too, pierced by a sword and shattered.
Natida had no way of knowing whether the Holy Grail responded to her will, to her prayers, or even to the presence of Ganicalt… but she was sure of one thing.
That the Holy Grail recognized him as its owner.
The moment the platinum-colored starlight penetrated my body, Natida lost consciousness. When she came to her senses, the whole situation was over. Because she was back in Krempelia.
“Whoa…”
Natida took a long breath and extinguished the tobacco.
Even though everything was resolved like a miracle, Natida was feeling uneasy for some reason. That’s why the scene she saw in her dream never left her mind.
He survived thanks to the future he saw in his dream.
However, the person in the dream faced death.
Miserably without being able to save anything.
That dream definitely happened. Not just the future… but something that has already happened. Natida was sure of that. When I shared that guess with Rania, Rania also did not deny Natida’s words.
I can’t tell you in detail, though.
All I could say was that the guess was correct.
“What a world.”
Natida laughed bitterly.
Natida looked at the shining sunlight for a moment and let out a short sigh. It was because I realized why I felt so sad and uneasy.
The future I saw in my dreams. There was one thing that his future self regretted. It was a small wind. She lived her whole life as a doll for the religious order, and as a saint thrown into a ruined world, she had a small wish.
But in the end, it was a wish that could not be achieved.
The moment Natida remembered that wish, she burst out laughing. Because it was really a small wish.
‘The remainder is so small…’
A wish that can come true right now. Thinking over that wish, Natida took a step forward. An unusually excited step. Eyes like those of girls of the same age, not like those of a drug addict.
She headed with a faint smile.
To Lark’s office.
2.
“···Shouldn’t we call it the Sword Ruins instead of the Sword Grave?”
Canyon of the Sword, the beginning of Galatric.
Kalt stopped there and laughed. A canyon full of traces of being cut and collapsed. The appearance of Galatric, whose original form was no longer left… was beyond the Tomb of the Sword and could now be called a ruin.
“Where is at least a canyon left?”
As Kalt was laughing, a voice came from behind. Kalt looked back. Raniel van Trias arrived in Krempelia last night. She was looking at her canyon with her arms crossed.
“I heard that Ganicalt and the Demon King fought back and forth for a long time? “It’s surprising that the map hasn’t changed.”
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
Barta, the king of demonic beasts.
Two swordsmen who changed the terrain with a single swing of their swords clashed here. Raniel was surprised that at least the shape of the canyon terrain was maintained.
“Yes, senior.”
“say.”
“Are you sure you can’t hear any more signals from here?”
“About half a day after you returned to base, the signal was cut off. “Both have lost their signal.”
“So are you both dead?”
“That’s not it.”
Raniel unfolded the map in his arms.
A map showing the location of the disaster. Ganicalt returned to his original place of Gehete…
“Ganikalt is Gehetero again. “The King of Demon Beasts can’t get a signal at all.”
“···What do you mean?”
“Either it’s dead, or it’s not a disaster, or else it means we’re out of the contract.”
Raniel sighed.
This was also the reason why she stopped expanding the front line for a while and moved here. Because if Varta was dead, she had to confirm that death.
“Let’s go in.”
Climbing the piles of stones at the beginning of the canyon, Raniel and Kalt entered the interior of Galatric. The moment he climbed to the top of the pile of stones and looked down into the inside of the canyon, Kalt inadvertently lost his breath.
What catches the eye is endless sword marks.
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Traces of scratches on the ground. Long grooved wall. Piles of stones neatly cut in half and cliffs cut at an angle. No matter where I looked, I could only see traces of swinging a sword.
“Huh…”
Kalt sighed.
Numerous sword marks carved into the canyon. Kalt, who considered the power contained in each long line, burst into laughter.
“Now that I see it, it’s truly amazing how they survived. “What is this?”
These are monsters that change the terrain every time they swing their sword. Kalt thoughtlessly looked at his sword as he realized that he had completely received the blow for once.
“Seniors.”
“uh.”
“I’m actually really strong, aren’t I?”
This was said as a joke.
Normally, Raniel would have lashed out at me, telling me to stop talking nonsense and just do my job, but this time he didn’t do that. Raniel answered briefly.
“Why are you asking the obvious?”
“···yes?”
“He is strong enough to be a superhuman, but even such a superhuman cannot withstand a single blow against the King of Demon Beasts or Ganicalt. “You have to be at least as good as Uncle Kuntel to be able to hold on for a little while.”
Raniel said calmly.
“That’s what disaster is. By the way, how many times have you survived against such a being?”
She, who was walking ahead, looked back at Kalt.
“How much more this time? From what I heard, he completely parried the sword. You said you sent back the flying sword energy? “Is there any other prosecutor other than you who can pull off such tricks?”
“Is that so?”
“In my opinion, you are already at the same level as Uncle Kuntel. “If it weren’t for that guy Kyle, I think you could have taken the position of humanity’s greatest swordsman.”
Raniel is more accurate than anyone else when it comes to evaluating the strength of others. Raniel spoke once again.
“You are strong enough. “Enough for me to rely on.”
Kalt blinked in embarrassment.
Because I never thought such a sound would come out of Raniel’s mouth. As Kalt was making a fuss like that, Raniel added with a grin.
“That’s why I’m making you do a lot of work. You’re the one who can do it. “You have to work hard.”
Kalt’s expression quickly soured.
“Ask me how I felt.”
“What is he saying now.”
Kalt whined, and Raniel laughed bitterly.
“That’s it…”
Raniel took a short breath and said.
“I am truly sorry about this incident. Because this was clearly my mistake. “I should have come from the beginning.”
“Well… I have no intention of blaming my senior. “Who would expect something like this?”
Kalt, who was walking, suddenly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“And, in the end, everything worked out well.”
“Everything went well?”
“We also recovered the Holy Grail, which was the goal of the mission, and most of all… you have a plan for the next six months, right?”
Kalt drew his sword.
“growth. Awakening of key personnel.”
Sword energy rose from the drawn sword.
“There is nothing better than experiencing the threat of death and experiencing it in order to gain enlightenment and grow. Not to mention the value of the experience of risking your life and crossing swords with a swordsman of a higher level than yourself.”
The blooming black energy is like moonlight.
Kalt’s sword shone in soft moonlight. Raniel’s eyes widened as he looked at the moonlight. It is different from the Kalt swordsmanship I usually see. It is darker and sharper.
“I almost died, but I survived…”
Kalt swung his sword.
The moment the pile of stones blocking the path touched the sword, it crumbled into small pieces. The path drawn by the blade that catches the moonlight is extremely beautiful.
“Wouldn’t this lead to great growth?”
Kalt smiled as he twirled his sword once.
As if showing off the sword power of the moonlight wrapped around my blade. Raniel burst into laughter at that sight.
“Are you bragging to me now? “I got stronger.”
“Look at the blackness of this moonlight. Isn’t that something worth bragging about? “The subtle thing is just so…”
Raniel snapped his fingers.
A pillar of light fell down on the pile of stones that Kalt was clearing. Kalt slowly looked back. The accumulated debris disappeared as if evaporating. The range was wider than when Kalt swung his sword.
Squeak, squeak.
Kalt turned his creaking neck and looked at Raniel again. Ran El shrugged his shoulders and made an expression as if it was nothing.
“…Do you really have to do that?”
“what.”
“My black horse? You’re not just ignorantly destroying it like your senior’s magic? Let it go, brush it aside, and soften any blow…”
Raniel walked ahead, ignoring Kalt’s protest. I didn’t see Kalt following behind him, grumbling, but Raniel was smiling as if he was having fun.
Although he was grumpy, Raniel knew well the level of progress that Kalt had achieved. What kind of effort did Kalt put in to reach that level?
Raniel blurted out as he walked ahead.
“The sword is cool.”
“It’s done. Anyway, the older you get, the more…”
“What did you say?”
“···it’s nothing.”
For a moment, Kalt felt the life in Raniel’s eyes as he looked back, so he silently closed his mouth. ‘After all, you and I are both in our 30s…’ I couldn’t get the words out.
‘Why are you so sensitive about age in the first place?’
In the past few years, Raniel hasn’t aged one bit.
With the uniqueness of being a warrior in the first place and the uniqueness of a wizard who has reached the level of an archmage, she is now close to being in her eternal 20s. Permanent youth, not youth sustained by elixirs.
‘Are you just getting stabbed yourself?’
We decided to leave speculation as speculation.
Because I thought it would be beneficial.
“by the way.”
Raniel blatantly changed the subject.
“How are Rak and Natida doing?”
“Do you mean physical condition or growth? “If not that, a relationship?”
“Two in front. But what do you mean by relationship at the end?”
“No, you didn’t know?”
“What are you talking about?”
Kalt looked at Raniel with sympathetic eyes.
It’s not for nothing that my senior was called a sympathetic wizard. Isn’t he a person who doesn’t even make an effort to see, let alone understand, the mysterious flow that flows between men and women?
“···First of all, in the first two cases, everything is fine. “It feels like Lark’s growth has accelerated, and his injuries have almost completely recovered.”
“Then what’s the last one?”
“In the case of relationships… well, I think the problem is that we get along too well.”
“Are we on good terms? “Isn’t that a good thing?”
Kalt wiped the corners of his eyes.
“Yes, senior.”
“huh.”
“Don’t you know what it means for two people in the prime of their youth to get along well?”
Raniel blinked.
I touched my chin and thought for a moment.
“ah.”
Raniel widened his eyes.
“These shameless things…”
Kalt had to sweat hard to stop Raniel, who was trying to run to Krempelia at any moment.
3.
Someone knocked on the office door.
Lark, who was working, briefly responded by telling him to come in, and soon the door opened and someone entered the office. Again, Lark raised his head at the sound of shoe heels.
“······.”
When I raise my head, what I see is an unfamiliar person.
Brown hair neatly combed. Eyes shining green. Thin eyelashes. Natida was standing there, looking different from usual.
The sunken eyes are everywhere.
The baggy priest’s uniforms and loose clothes that were said to be easy to move around in were everywhere. Natida, who seemed to be dressed up, took a step towards Rak.
In the half year since Rak faced Natida, he has never seen her before. Natida smiled at Rak, who was confused by the unfamiliar appearance.
“lakh.”
She said in a whisper.
“I came because I wanted to say something.”
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