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The expedition team that headed to the northern and northwest ends of the continent has returned. They entered the conference room with shabby looks and with wide eyes began to unpack the information they had gathered.
“Our Royal Guard investigated the northern tip of the continent. A place called the Frozen Tower. Contrary to the information that it was a place where snow had piled up for a long time, making it impossible to step on it…”
Royal Guard, Crepin said.
“There was a vast wilderness. It was not a snow field. It was a wilderness. At the end of the wilderness, as written, there was a tower, and the artifact reacted in the direction of the tower.”
An artifact created through collaboration between Ayla and Resti. The fact that the artifact that responded to the madman’s true body sounded a signal… meant that the ‘Frozen Tower’ located at the northern end was the madman’s headquarters.
The correct answer was found out of the two options.
There shouldn’t have been anything more to say with that, but the Royal Guards watched the wizards of the Gray Magic Tower who arrived at Kateron Castle with them. As if they had heard something.
“······.”
After finishing the report, the royal guards took a step back. Taking their place are the wizards of the Gray Magic Tower. However, rather than reporting, they were clenching their teeth in fear.
“···Explored the Temple of Fortuna in the northwest of the continent.”
One of them barely opened his mouth.
Abandoned ruins in the northwest of the continent. The wizard of the Gray Magic Tower who headed to the ruins began to report in fear.
“The artifact was unresponsive. No mana response was detected. However, as we were leaving the temple, we encountered it.”
The wizard said in horror.
“King of Demon Beasts.”
They said they encountered the king of demonic beasts, Barta.
According to the wizards’ story, it was as follows.
The moment they finished investigating the Temple of Fortuna and were about to return, the artifact began to beep loudly, and they raised their heads towards the place where the signal was sounding. The place where the gaze stopped was the top of the pillar of the collapsed temple.
There, they said, stood the king of demonic beasts.
The moment we made eye contact, no one was able to move quickly. A disaster is something that suppresses the flow of an area just by being there. While the wizards, who sensed death in front of the enormous intimidation, were terrified, the King of Demonic Beasts slowly opened his mouth.
“Lark Van Grace.”
The wizard said.
What the King of Demon Beasts told him.
“Bring me Lac Van Grace.”
Blue eyes, eerie gaze, outstretched fingers.
As if recalling the disaster he had faced at that moment, the wizard was terrified and kept repeating the same words.
“Bring me Lac Van Grace.”
“···Otherwise.”
Instead of him repeating the same words out of fear, it was another wizard who continued talking. She spoke while looking at Lark.
“At the end of the North, you will face me with him.”
Lark’s eyes narrowed.
It wasn’t just Lark. Raniel, who was listening to the story, pressed his forehead. Things got a little more complicated.
‘···You’re being damned.’
It was a threat, this.
For some reason, the King of Demonic Beasts seemed to know the existence of the madman and his plans. Moreover, he does not just stop at knowing, but shows a cooperative attitude towards the madman. Raniel’s expression crumpled.
An object that was thought to be unmanageable.
So, the pieces that were put aside on the chess board.
The madman placed all the objects on the board. Raniel could not understand that method at all. He has no idea how he guided the demon lord or how he defeated the proud beast.
‘but···.’
Raniel slowly shifted his gaze.
The place where the flowing gaze stopped was Lark. After seeing Lark’s shaking gaze, Raniel let out a short breath. She stood up from her seat and walked over to where her surveyors were standing.
“It must have been a difficult mission, but you did a good job.”
After patting the members of the investigation team on their shoulders and briefly saying hello, Raniel glanced at the people sitting in the conference room.
“Everyone, take a break. It would be nice if you could leave some space. And…”
Raniel looked at Lark.
“Lark, you stay here.”
Before long, the conference room was empty.
The only people left in the empty conference room are Lark and Raniel. Raniel was the first to speak in silence.
“what do you think about it?”
A question suddenly posed.
It was a question without an object or a subject, but Lark knew what she was asking. Lark smoothed the sack without saying a word.
“To be honest, I don’t know.”
“What?”
“What to choose.”
Lark said.
“I have a mission. To be more precise, my family… the Grace family has a mission. This is a duty that must not be neglected.”
Even Raniel knows what that duty is.
“To liberate the progenitor, Grace’s teacher, ‘Ganicalt Van Galatric’. To subdue him. That is the duty of our Grace family.”
It is a promise and oath made by the founder.
“In order to keep that promise, our family kept the holy sword. The ‘right’ to hold the holy sword was engraved in our blood and inherited. But…”
Lark groaned.
“Even though I know it is a duty that must not be ignored, I also cannot ignore the existence of Barta.”
Barta, the king of demonic beasts.
“I have not yet forgotten the image of my brothers who had to face a cruel death before the king of demons. Their bodies were even eaten by wild animals brought in by the king of demons… I can never ignore the pride of my brothers who were humiliated. . We must not turn away.”
“Ugh,” Lark said and grabbed the sack.
It is a scenery I will never forget. Helpless. loss. anger. Disgust at myself for not being able to protect what little pride was left for my brothers. It was the driving force that made Lark overcome the wall and the reason that Lark longed for strength.
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“I can’t ignore both battlefields.”
A mission to defeat Ganicalt, the sword of death.
A duty to take revenge on Barta, the king of demonic beasts.
“It’s so hard to choose.”
Lark can’t turn his eyes away from anything. However, you cannot stand on two battlefields at the same time. In the end, you have to choose one battlefield. In such a situation, Lark was lost.
“···It’s pathetic. You can’t even make your own choices.”
Lark stretched out his hands in the air.
What is caught in the outstretched hand is the holy sword. The first holy sword held by the first warrior, Ganicalt Van Galatric. Lark continued speaking while looking at the holy sword.
“I often wonder if this sword is too much for me. Not only was I not a swordsman to begin with, but I lived a life that had nothing to do with this sword.”
Raniel listened to Lark in silence.
Lark smoothed the hilt of the holy sword.
“I keep thinking that there is someone better suited to be the owner of this sword than me.”
What Lark remembers is what happened many years ago.
The day I held this sword in my hand for the first time.
The moment he collided with Ganicalt, Lark lost his sword. And on that day, at that moment, there was a swordsman running forward, holding the sword that Lark had lost.
Kyle Torben.
The swordsman lunged at Ganicalt with his sword stuck in the snow. He defeated the sword of death without fail and was recognized by Ganicalt. Lark will never forget the trajectory of Kyle’s strike at that moment. It was truly a near-perfect blow.
“I am···.”
“I know who you’re thinking of.”
Raniel, who had been quietly listening to the story, opened his mouth.
“That guy won’t use that sword even if I throw it to him, right?”
“···yes?”
“Kyle, you’re talking about that guy. Of course, he used that great sword brilliantly in front of Ganicalt back then… but I don’t think he needs that now.”
“What is that…”
“I don’t know about you.”
Raniel laughed bitterly.
“He split the sky with his one sword. An ordinary sword that wasn’t even a holy sword. It was probably the same with Ganicalt.”
It wouldn’t have mattered what was in that hand.
They were swordsmen who wielded swords, not half-puns who were wielded by swords. So, Raniel said, you don’t have to feel the weight of the sword that much.
“In the first place, Lark.”
Raniel let out a chuckle.
“There can be no other person suitable for that role. There can be no other person suitable for that sword. Where is such a thing? If you stand in a necessary position and play a necessary role, that is the main character.”
She said, resting her chin.
“Did you say you don’t know what to choose?”
“···yes.”
“Then shall we throw a coin?”
“yes?”
“I don’t know which one to choose.”
Front and back.
Lark was taken aback when Raniel told him to choose. He said he was thinking about it, but it still felt strange to choose something like this.
“No, that’s a little…”
“A little bit, isn’t it?”
Raniel flicked a coin between his fingers. She laughed and snatched her coin out of the air.
“So think carefully before answering.”
Don’t regret it.
“Choose the direction you want to go. I won’t choose for you this time.”
Think for yourself and come up with your own answers.
That’s the only way you won’t regret it.
“···All right.”
Squeak, boom.
Raniel opened the door and went out of the conference room. In the lonely conference room, Lark agonized, weighed, and came up with an answer.
“I am.”
If it’s long, it’s long. If it’s short, it’s short.
After the break, Lark spoke in front of those who returned to the conference room. He chose his own answer.
“I will go to the northwest of the continent, to the Temple of Fortuna.”
The battle to subjugate Barta, the king of demonic beasts.
Participant.
Lark Van Grace One Man.
I had a dream again.
Even though he knows this is a dream, Destel walks towards the other side of the dream. A wilderness full of corpses. When I look at my face in the blood pooled on the floor, I see the shabby face of a man there.
Sunken eyes. Messy hair.
Clothes stained with blood and a face full of scars.
Even with empty words, he doesn’t look like a warrior. There seemed to be no room for fairytale words such as ideal, hope, or best in the pessimistic eyes. Destel looked at someone’s back with wide eyes.
“······.”
There is someone moving forward silently.
There is a hero who walks without stopping, staggering, being condemned and criticized. No one calls her her dragon anymore. That’s natural.
Unlike a warrior who was a symbol of victory, she was a symbol of death and disaster.
Every path she took was full of death.
She appeared on the most dangerous battlefield and won with the most deaths. The moment she arrived on the battlefield, her knights sensed her death and lowered their heads, rather than holding out hope for her. Therefore, she was a symbol of her death.
…That’s the place, Destel thought.
He was unable to protect anything. He is the one who has not achieved anything. That’s why Destel wanted to die. But she could not choose suicide. That would be an act of insulting the lives of those who sacrificed themselves to save her.
It would be nice if I could fight until the end and die while doing something helpful. At least if it has meaning.
With that in mind, Destel walked after Raniel. However, Destel survived every time. Unable to die, she continued to walk after Ran El. Before she knew it, she was walking next to Raniel, not behind her.
“Isn’t it terrible?”
It was around that time.
I heard a voice. Destel blinked, closed her eyes, and then opened them. The moment I closed my eyes and opened them, the landscape that caught my eye was that of ruins piled with ash.
“It’s going to be terrible, I’m sure.”
A temple filled with ashes.
Someone was sitting on the broken pillar of the temple.
“Nice to meet you, idiot.”
Future Destel smiled at present Destel.
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