420. The Beginning, Not the End
‘Whatever you want?’
When asked if it was fun to kill people, Saxony had nothing to say.
No matter how many times I thought about it, I couldn’t tell whether it was enjoyable or not.
There was a guy in the guild who went crazy if he didn’t see blood once a week, but Saxony himself had never been like that. However, he had fun honing his skills. It was definitely fun.
“It wasn’t about stabbing your friend in the back, it was about trying to survive at least that way. “You bastard.”
The Master’s tone was always light, but correct. That was what my father meant.
I just interpreted it in my own way. I needed that at that time. Because I had to wander around looking for something to fuel the flame of revenge.
“I’m not saying you can just look ahead, but I’m also saying you shouldn’t dwell too much on the past, right?”
The Master was right again.
My mother didn’t want me to become someone tied to my family.
Saxony also changed its memory and used it as firewood.
It was a fact he knew.
“What I teach is not the art of murder.”
“Then what is it?”
“Think about it yourself! Do I have to spoon-feed them to you one by one?”
This was not something I would say while teaching how to identify poison in a meal.
When I first met the Master, he asked:
“Are you going to follow me? Then I will teach you how to live.”
It wasn’t a way to survive, it was a way to live.
It was not an art of murder, but simply a way of living.
The hidden murderous intent remained intact. The momentum did not die down. However, Saxon could not stop his mouth from opening at will.
“Can I stay?”
These are words that come straight from the heart and do not go through the head.
“If you beat me, I’ll let you.”
Encred answered as usual. These are words spoken in a prepared manner.
‘If it’s one way to live.’
That couldn’t be a reason to live.
It was a new realization. It was a flash of insight that came to me after I spoke.
Saxony had never found anything on his mind other than revenge.
However, now I am sure of one thing.
It’s more fun to hang out with a man than to kill him.
It is fun to learn a skill and rise above it.
It’s fun to watch lovers.
So, can’t I do everything? I asked myself and got the answer. The answer was obvious, even without having to think about it.
“Then I guess I can stay.”
Saxony said.
The sun warmed his back. The summer sun warmed his body. A faint smile appeared on Saxon’s face, hidden in the shade.
The words “do whatever you want” gave me a refreshing sense of liberation and broke the chains in my heart.
Saxony had a skill that could not be used on someone who was watching or on an opponent that could not be killed.
‘Why should I do that?’
Who told you to do that? The master did not order it. It’s just an unwritten rule handed down from the guild called Geor’s Blade.
It was a useless rule that I had been following out of habit.
Encred was not fooled by the other person’s smile.
‘Is this a hidden trick?’
I felt like my skills had improved recently, and I was more active because I got Aker.
He frequently told his company members to fight or spar.
The same was true for Saxony.
Even though I saw that he was deep in thought, I gently touched him.
Naturally, there was no one who could resist Encred’s provocation.
It was still the same now.
The idea of conquering yourself was half a joke, half a provocation.
Saxony took the bait without hesitation.
To be honest, I didn’t even care about staying. Because there was no one to spar with right away, I was thirsty.
Momentum is evident on the outside. Saxony’s body seemed to have grown larger, but Encred paid it no mind.
‘If you don’t even trust yourself, you can never win.’
Do not think too highly of your opponent’s skills; this is an iron rule that must be followed before fighting.
However, you must not let down your guard and at the same time do your best.
It’s easy to say, but it’s something you can’t do unless you experience it and learn it.
Put your hand on the grip. I held her position and looked at Saxony’s whole body. It was a process of opening and confirming one’s senses.
Always do your best.
Encred did as he was doing, and almost repeated today.
* * *
It’s like a burden on my heart.
Or was it the chain that had bound him up until now?
Saxon turned around, ignoring that, and his steps were light.
This was especially true when I thought of Encred, whom I had faced a while ago.
‘It has increased a lot.’
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The skill of writing is called will.
Is there any reason why we can’t use it as an assassin?
“If I leave you alone, I’ll end up creating the greatest killer on the continent.”
The Master didn’t say that for nothing.
Saxon had talent. The previous master knew it.
Saxon had just stabbed Encred in several places on his body with a technique he had not even shown when dealing with Count Molten.
His steps headed outside the barracks.
Two soldiers on guard duty saluted.
He seemed to know Saxony.
As I passed by without an answer, I went outside and walked along the wall lined with trees, and the voice I had been waiting for came out.
“Are you serious?”
I would say this as a guild member and acting master, not as a lover.
Saxon also knew that she had been watching his and Encred’s duel.
“You showed me something I shouldn’t show unless it’s someone I’m going to kill.”
Voices were heard, but no figures were seen. Saxon noticed five more figures hiding in the trees.
A total of six, three of whom were assassins older than him.
Each was a master of poison, dagger throwing, and hiding one’s presence, and they were also the teachers who taught him their techniques.
Because Saxony didn’t just learn the master’s skills.
However, they were the ones who had already caught up with him in terms of skill. He was saying that they alone could not stop him.
If I attack, I’ll die, so I won’t attack.
My lover and Master’s daughter wasn’t that stupid.
Saxon was more skilled than anyone else and was quicker at understanding situations. It wasn’t for nothing that he inherited the title of Master.
“… … “Why did you do that?”
It was a question from a lover who was two years older than him when he was young.
“just.”
Somehow I got a similar answer to Encred.
“I did what I wanted to do.”
It wasn’t intentional, but it was a similar answer.
“Was the position of Master that easy for you?”
Were you disappointed? I didn’t know it might be so. Nevertheless, Saxony did not regret his choice. He had no reason to regret. Because life is not an either/or choice.
“When did I ever say I would give up my position as Master?”
“……what?”
Only Jenatrice, the Master’s daughter and lover, spoke. She asked if it was absurd, and Saxony answered calmly.
“I will stay here. “That said, I will not give up Geor’s sword.”
“Do you think that makes sense?”
The poison master couldn’t hold back and spoke. The voices were divided into left and right. It was a crude move.
“Why not?”
Saxon said, looking exactly at the spot where he was hiding. I will treat you like an elder, but if you attack, you will die. He seemed to be saying that with his eyes.
“Don’t worry. No one dies here today. “I will convince you one by one.”
Those were arrogant words. Even though he is the master of Geor’s dagger, how can he turn the entire guild into enemies and survive?
Ordinary people tended to think that way.
But Saxon was indifferent. He was just doing it because it was something he had to do. That just made him look even crazier.
Jenatrice came out from the shadow of the wall where she had been hiding.
Saxony was not surprised, as he already knew.
“Do as you please.”
“is it.”
Jenatrice looked at Saxony for a moment.
Why was that guy so good?
Yeah, it was nice that you didn’t hesitate to do something like that.
“I have to kill the previous master?”
Geor’s Dagger was the greatest assassination guild on the continent. Its masters passed their skills down to their successors for generations, and were killed by their successors.
Saxony ignored the rules.
“Are you saying you won’t follow the rules?”
“I think so.”
At that time, three assassins who were competing for the succession were killed, and five elders were killed. In addition, including those who followed them, the number of dead was over thirty.
It was all Saxon’s work. He did it all by himself.
“Hey, you crazy guy. “Are you going to throw away 30 percent of the guild’s strength just to save me?”
Jenatrice’s father, who was her teacher and master, scolded her like this and closed his eyes in peace.
Although the poison that had accumulated in his body from working hard since childhood caused trouble, he died with a smile.
“There are people who won’t take your side.”
Saxony stared into his lover’s eyes. I saw orange eyes. As she stretched out her hand towards her lover, he also held his hand.
Like her master, Jenatrice was quick-witted, especially when it came to matters relating to Saxony and herself.
She had already thought about the possibility that she would not return and gathered people who would take her side.
Right now, it’s just a process of confirming it.
The elders who followed were all on Saxony’s side.
“Tell me, I will convince them one by one.”
Of course, that persuasion was Encred’s method.
Like chopping off your head to make you listen.
Something like kicking someone in the head to make them listen.
It would be as easy as Encred persuading the sheriff in the capital.
But you still won’t listen?
“Just do it until you hear it.”
Encrid would say so. Saxon knew that he had a similar disposition in that regard.
A person who has never done anything the way he wanted to since he was born, except when he saved his father.
I often wondered if it was my intention to save my father. Maybe it was because of him?
This was the Saxony that Jenatrice saw.
So, I secretly welcomed this decision.
‘As you live, there are times when you have to act however you want.’
Before he died, the guild master asked Saxon to take care of his daughter. And he asked his daughter to take care of the man she loved like a son.
“Even if that bastard leaves the guild, take good care of him.”
Jenatrice remembered her father’s words.
Saxony returned to the barracks.
On the way in, I saw Audín praying.
“Bless you.”
At those words, Audin, who had been folding his hands and closing his eyes, raised his head.
What did you just hear?
It was such a shock that I stopped praying for a moment.
Ragna, who had been dozing off in a rocking chair, slowly opened his eyes.
Saxony said as he passed by.
“Sleep more.”
Dunvakel narrowed his eyes.
Are you crazy?
Although his youthful intentions were clear in his eyes, Saxony spoke in a calm manner.
“Wash up a bit.”
These were the words of a guy who normally wouldn’t react in any way other than ignoring them.
Dunbakel immediately moved to wash. The bastard’s words seemed like a final warning. If he didn’t listen, wouldn’t he be stabbed in the neck with a dagger while he was sleeping?
Teresa saw that and started praying.
“Lord, defeat the evil spirit.”
Before I knew it, I was inspired to pray to the God of War rather than to a cult.
Her husky voice echoed quietly.
Saxony, who was passing by, saw Rem on one side sharpening a palm-sized hatchet with a whetstone.
Rem also saw Saxony like that.
Their eyes met.
“You’re not dead yet?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll die later than you.”
Saxony asked and Rem answered, and it seemed like they were speaking almost at the same time.
They were truly like a pair of swans. The speed and content of their exchanges could not have been more fitting.
“Doppelganger?”
Kreis, who was watching from one side, muttered. A doppelganger is a monster that mimics the other person’s appearance.
Now Saxony is not who he used to be.
Even though the name of a rare monster that could only be seen near the Demon Realm was mentioned, Saxon did not blame anyone and headed to his room.
* * *
Encrid was lying sprawled out on his back.
‘I made a few wrong judgments.’
I had to stab instead of swing, and since I was holding the sword Akeran, I had to take advantage of its unique properties.
‘It was also immature.’
In any fight, there’s always something to take note of and something to learn, especially when the Mad Company member shows you something new.
I was too embarrassed to say it, but their existence was one of the reasons why I didn’t stay in the Knights Templar.
‘You wouldn’t know if you saw the article yourself.’
Until then, I was convinced that training here was better than learning from the Knights Templar.
The sun was hot. I felt like I could doze off like this. She wasn’t lazy, but it seemed like Ragnar knew why she would sit down and doze whenever she saw sunlight.
This was also weather that could be enjoyed for a little while now.
Because in just a few weeks, or even just a few days, the warmth of the sunlight will turn into heat.
Because summer, the season of heat and fire, was approaching.
It didn’t matter whether I won or lost.
There was no time to hesitate or worry about such things.
Now that there is no civil war, will the kingdom become filled with only peace?
So will there be fewer instances of swinging a sword than before?
That couldn’t have been possible. Moreover, the new king had opposite views from the previous ruler.
The previous queen dreamed of a stable country, but it was not Kraang.
Before Krang saw Encrid off and parted ways, he told him some of his ambitions.
“The central continent is divided into three countries. Because of this, it is weaker than the West, East, and South. Especially since we are periodically at war with Azpen.”
“Are you planning on signing a peace agreement?”
The more Azpen was stopped, the more power Naurilia would store. That was natural.
Where are the materials consumed in war?
What to do with the dying soldier?
Krang said those words with a gentle smile.
It was a tone of voice that seemed like someone was picking flowers from a nearby flower bed.
“No, I will subjugate Azpen.”
In terms of dreams and ambitions, he was no less than Krang and Encred.
He spoke with a unique speaking style that captivated those around him. Although these words were solely for one listener named Encrid, I said them with all of my heart.
Just as Encred staked his life on his sword, Krang staked his soul on making his will known.
“I will be the only loser in the Central Continent.”
Moreover, at that time, Kraang said that the defeat of the Central Continent was part of the dream.
Just as Encred himself thought that becoming a knight was not the end of his dream, but the beginning, so did Krang.
fantasy,
