Chapter 27. The wolf recognizes those who stand up for themselves. (6)
Diego blinked for a moment. Then he asked in a suspicious voice.
“What is that?”
“… … .”
This guy is real.
It’s okay to hear rumors, but isn’t it too much to close your ears?
Instead of explaining anything, I stayed silent. While making an overtly pitiful expression.
Then Diego said “Ah” and placed his chin on his chin.
“You mean that rumor that Mikel told me? The justice of helping the Node territory by flashing from east to west… … for a moment.”
Diego’s brow furrowed.
“The ‘Black Knight’ is you?”
“yes.”
Diego looked around my body with suspicious eyes.
“Why did you do that? “Did you just want to show off your strength?”
“… … .”
“What’s wrong with your head and eyes? “That’s why the rumor started because he was walking around like that.”
“… … .”
“Did you use some magic? “You probably don’t have that kind of talent.”
Diego pushed me around as if he was extremely suspicious.
“Besides, where is that sword again… … .”
Diego’s speech became slower. He took a step towards me without realizing it.
“You, no way. that.”
“It’s been a while?”
He waved the Requiem. Dispersing the empty energy contained within.
This is the same energy that Diego was shocked to see in the restaurant earlier.
Diego’s mouth opened for a moment, and then
“This bastard is really… … !”
He clutched his forehead with a deep sigh.
“For some reason, I felt strange. “It was because of that sword.”
Diego’s gaze towards Requiem was filled with disgust and contempt.
“It really is a terrible feeling. “I can’t gauge the depth at all.”
“… … .”
“Where on earth did you get such a sword?”
Oh, what a blatant admonishment. This reaction is quite refreshing.
Most people were unable to say anything, weighed down by the death and emptiness emanating from Requiem.
But Diego, let alone being crushed, was not afraid at all. Rather, he was disgusted by the sight of Requiem, as if he had seen some hideous filth.
purr-
Requiem growled as if he sensed negative feelings towards him. The palm of my hand vibrated slightly as if expressing discomfort.
‘Uh-huh, calm down. ‘Stop being rude.’
I calmed him down and looked at Diego blankly.
“That’s not important. “At this point, I have already become the owner of this sword, Requiem.”
“Requiem… … ?”
Diego pondered the name in his mouth and then burst into laughter.
“It looks like they even named it your sword.”
– said the man who put his wife’s name on the sword.
“I didn’t build it.”
He didn’t react to the low-level provocation and continued what he wanted to say.
“Sword of Autumn, Requiem. “This is the essence and identity of this guy.”
“-!”
In an instant, Diego’s complexion changed unusually.
“… … “Do you mean it’s one of the swords of the four seasons?”
“Exactly.”
I lifted the Requiem slightly so he could see it clearly.
“It brings death to all life that the sword touches.”
“… … .”
“Isn’t this a sword that goes well with fall?”
Diego didn’t say anything for a long time. I could see the incredible information he had received today flooding his mind.
Numerous puzzle pieces come together and scatter again and again,
“… … “It was something like that.”
Diego finally spoke. The tone was decisive, as if all the puzzle pieces had fit together.
“So what were you trying to do with that sword, Requiem?”
“… … .”
“Did you want praise and admiration from others? Did you sweep the Node territory for that purpose?”
Diego’s solemn voice fell heavily.
“Is that sword the source of your strength?”
It was a question that struck the core.
Diego’s question made me reflect on the path I have taken so far and the path I will take in the future.
Why did I hold Requiem? What did you want to do with it?
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‘and… … .’
Did I become stronger because of Requiem? Would I be nothing without Requiem?
The heightened emotions subsided in an instant, and a piece of deep-buried sentiment slowly surfaced.
“… … no.”
My reply is a bit late.
“Do you know what happens when an unworthy person holds the Requiem?”
A slightly rough voice came out slowly.
“He gets eaten by Requiem and becomes a monster whose only goal is murder.”
I continued speaking, remembering a time when I was immersed in emptiness and had no reason or emotions.
“I really… … “I tried my best.”
“… … .”
“To not be swayed by Requiem, to overcome madness.”
Diego listened to me silently, his sword resting on the floor.
“Sometimes we lost, but in the end we won.”
“… … .”
“I’ll probably have to go back and forth with this guy for the rest of my life. But I’m not afraid of that.”
He looked straight at Diego and spoke firmly.
“In the end, I will be the one who wins in the end.”
I continued, seeing Diego’s eyes widen slightly.
“I won’t deny that I became stronger because of Requiem.”
“… … .”
“But learning Ovest swordsmanship, honing myself, and enduring Requiem… … .”
For some reason, I felt a little choked up. I think I got a little emotional without realizing it.
“… … That’s me. “I am Abel Ovest Kindreal.”
Yes, it was all me. From the moment I opened my eyes and started breathing as Abel, every single moment was me.
If it had been someone else, would it have come this far?
I’m sure not.
Only I, only I know the future of this world. As Abel, I was able to reach this point.
“… … .”
Diego looked at my face as if he were looking at a stranger. An unknown emotion spread quietly in his blue eyes.
“… … “What do you plan to do next?”
Diego’s voice was just calm, without any inflection.
“You wouldn’t have gone this far without thinking. “You are definitely planning something.”
“… … .”
“What is your goal, Abel?”
It was the first time Diego had asked an innocent question without reprimand. I pondered that fact for a moment and slowly moved my lips.
“From the beginning until now, I have had only one goal.”
“… … .”
“To survive and become stronger.”
He spoke in a firmly established voice without blinking his eyes.
“Soon, bloodshed will sweep through the empire. “It is a wind of blood that will scratch and devour everything.”
“… … .”
“I will fight against it and become a winner.”
I strengthened the hand holding the Requiem.
“A true winner that no one can doubt.”
As I finished speaking, I felt that a long-standing concern was being resolved. And my decision became stronger and settled deep in my heart.
“… … Right.”
After a while, Diego muttered.
At some point, the long-standing stiffness on his face gradually relaxed. A warm breeze that I had never seen before swept over my gaze.
“Then there is only one thing left for me to do. No, two.”
Diego’s slightly relaxed face reminded Abel of old memories that had been sleeping deep in his mind.
“To keep your back strong so you can move forward.”
“… … .”
“And one thing is to give you this.”
Diego lifted Ebony up and held her in front of his chest.
“The sword of the head of the family.”
As he said that, he had his father’s face. For over 10 long years, he held onto a feeling of affection that he had never seen before.
“… … .”
I was speechless for a moment.
My heart was pounding strangely. It’s just that I’m not the type of person to be moved or agitated by words like this.
‘Why?’
The memory of young Abel turning around in front of the tightly closed door of his father’s room passes before my eyes.
Beyond that, I saw Diego holding the ebony and staring at me.
“… … No need. “I don’t like being touched by other people.”
A grunting voice came out. He added the requiem with a sour expression on his face.
“Besides, this guy doesn’t like it when I hold another sword.”
Diego paused and then burst into laughter.
“The sword of the head of the family is not just a material thing.”
Then he grabbed his sword again and took a stance.
“It also represents the ultimate in Obest swordsmanship.”
“-!”
If that’s the case, really?
Diego saw my changed expression and nodded.
“I remember. Yes, that is it.”
A final move that broke my wrist. A swordsmanship created and used by only one person in this empire, Diego.
“Give it to me now.”
He spoke impatiently and stepped forward. Diego laughed when he saw my thirsty face.
“Didn’t you say there was no need?”
… … Is this guy real?
As I rolled my eyes, Diego clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“Why are you opening your eyes like that? “You’re about to change your mind all of a sudden.”
“Then I have no choice but to take it by force.”
“Tsk tsk, anyway, I have a bad temper.”
Diego lifted the ebony and pointed it at me.
“Try to take it.”
“… … .”
“The strongest swordsmanship that no one has ever been able to block or avoid. “This is the first and last sword I give you.”
Diego’s lips quirked up. It was a complicated smile, a mixture of relief, disgust, and strange satisfaction.
“As much as you want.”
I also grabbed the Requiem and aimed it at him.
“… … .”
A sharp silence separated the two.
A different color of light shot out like a flash from my pitch black eyes and Diego’s blue eyes.
The air they emit from each other fills the air. The density of the air becomes tighter, making it harder to breathe, and a stinging pressure is felt on the entire body.
purr-
Requiem’s body shook as it felt a familiar feeling of life. He whispered to me that I should eat that right away.
‘Shut up and lose your temper, you bastard.’
Purr!
Requiem roughly stood up. He tried to dominate me by asking why I was putting up with such a desirable prey.
The black light in his eyes flickered ominously like a candle in the wind. Diego’s eyes narrowed when he felt that.
“If you think Requiem will work, tell me.”
He opened his mouth leisurely.
“Then I will beat you up with my own hands. “Sober up.”
“Do you think it would be that easy?”
He twisted his lips and responded.
“At that time, even my father would not be able to guarantee his survival.”
Diego, you already have a record of being killed by Abel who was controlled by Requiem.
Moreover, if ‘me’, who has become stronger than the original, is consumed by Requiem, that will be the day when the end comes to this world.
“… … .”
Diego pursed his lips and glared at me.
The lifeless silence continues again. The cells of my entire body tighten and my fur stands up.
At the point where even a single breath I exhale becomes annoying,
Pot!
The two bodies moved at the same time.
Perfectly controlled, movements focused solely on subduing the opponent.
In chess, one step, which can be called a divine move, continues and overlaps to get closer to each other.
“… … .”
Each person’s eyes followed the other without losing sight of them. It was an extremely clean and honest move, and the sword was moved solely to take the opponent’s life.
Wedge!
A sound I don’t know whose sword came from tears the air,
“-!”
Diego’s sword stopped just short of the nape of my neck. No, it was after the sharply sharpened blade lightly grazed the nape of his neck.
Jureuk-
Red blood flowed down and wet the blade. But Diego did not look at the red trail.
“… … .”
His eyes were focused on the Requiem that stopped right in front of his heart. If I had been just a little late, it would have already pierced his heart.
“… … haha.”
A hollow laugh burst out of Diego’s mouth.
“Abel.”
The warm voice I heard for the first time poured out softly.
“You won.”
It was a moment where Diego acknowledged Abel, which never happened in the original.
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