This time, we went our own way. (1)
The wide road was filled with soldiers.
At first glance, there appear to be tens of thousands of soldiers.
Holding the imperial flag on the left and the banner with a beautiful garden on the right, they were the army sent by the courtier Armand with all his might.
“stop! “All troops stop!”
They were heading north, closely following the army led by Sarnus, the Prince of the Court, which was moving north along the eastern road following the signal from the
Steel Duke sent by the white dove, but there was a reason why they had no choice but to stop even now that it was urgent.
“…What on earth is that?”
Count Arnstein, who had been appointed as the commander of this expedition, swallowed his saliva as if he could not believe the sight he was seeing before his eyes.
He always tried to read the situation based on cool-headed reason, but what he was seeing now was something that could not be explained with common sense.
“Could it be… the moon?”
There was something rising above the gradually setting sun.
A small moon shining like a black pearl.
Not only Count Arnstein, but also everyone here had no choice but to look up at the sky in silence at the strange presence hovering above the familiar scene.
“What on earth is going on?…”
Although born in a dark place, the moon rises with the potential it holds sparkling.
The moon, which looked as if someone had drawn it, was shining on this earth from the sky that everyone could see.
-…….
However, I didn’t know why, but the light of the moon that first rose today was so sad and sad that anyone could recognize it.
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“……This is the moon that will never come back.”
A cruel battlefield with tens of thousands of corpses piled up.
There, there was a man smiling while looking up at the rising moon.
“With the rising moon, the perfect piece will also not return. “It was a great choice.”
“…….”
Bodies were piled up and the tall tree had collapsed.
Under the remains of the church in the distance, priests were busy trying to find the Pope, but other than them, everyone standing on the ground was just lying around, unable to even lift a finger.
“If it was such a great choice, shouldn’t you have done this a long time ago?”
Everyone was so exhausted.
Like the man currently lying at Vlad’s feet.
“I did it because I couldn’t believe it. “Because she was already a crazy woman.”
Frausen, a faded emperor, stands still with a huge hole in his heart.
He was now looking at Vlad, bearing the terrible wounds left by the dragon.
“……Perhaps no one believed it. Both her and you. And even me.”
The moonlight shining from the black moon lingered for a moment on the body that was gradually falling apart.
A tiny moonlight that has never existed in this world before.
Frausen’s gaze, who was looking at the moonlight, suddenly rested on the black-haired man who was being carried by Vlad.
“Even though it would have been right to leave the work of this era to the knights of today.”
Only now that everything was over could Frausen understand.
In the end, the people who had to stand where they should have been were not the ones who were already dead, but the young people who would lead this land in the future.
“The oldest dragon has left. To get the pieces in the north.”
How is I, who did not believe in the possibilities I had sown, any different from the oldest dragon who coveted the young possibilities?
However, if there is one thing of comfort, it would be that the other me in that article ultimately walked the right path.
“He had the wings of a dragon. So you won’t be able to catch up.”
Therefore, the revived emperor was the last to forcefully lift his crumbling body.
The place his faded finger pointed to was Bastopol, the city of steelworkers.
“It may not be perfect, but it will be stronger than anything else. You must stop it from now on.”
[…….]
Vlad turned his head to follow the direction Frausen pointed.
His fingers pointing towards the northern land where I was born gradually dispersed and disappeared.
“…It doesn’t matter where he goes.”
However, the place Vlad was looking at was not the place Frausen was pointing to.
“Because I knew that the dragon world alone could not oppose him.”
Vlad, who had already met Sarnus in Namarka, had already realized that the world of dragons alone could not oppose him.
Therefore, the place Vlad is looking at right now is Shoa, a city in the far north.
“So this time, I’m going to solve it my way, not yours.”
The northern land where I was born, where I was born, where I had colleagues who believed in me, and where the possibilities I saved.
The numerous colors waiting for him there might be the only way to fight against the dragon that was closest to perfection.
“……okay.”
Frausen was laughing as he looked at the knight of this era, who was looking in a completely different direction rather than the direction he was pointing at.
It may be an attempt that may end in another failure, but even that failure is a right that the owners of this era should have.
“The moon is bright.”
Frausen’s fingers, illuminated under the moon, were scattering.
Like fleeting powder.
Watching the emperor’s body slowly disintegrate as if it had been waiting for him all along, Vlad quietly lifted a faded sword from within it.
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The far, far western sea where the moon rising in the east cannot yet be seen.
Right now, where it was supposed to be calm, the waves created by the huge ships were making big waves.
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The screams of the sailors were rampant along with the loud sound of the cannon.
However, even among the golden flags, one red rose was fluttering vigorously.
“Otar! Get ready for part 3!”
“Load the shells! “Come to your senses!”
There were northern ships struggling among the Golden Ball’s fleet that had soon recovered.
Although the number was small compared to the Golden Ball’s ships that were constantly rushing at them, the Dwarfs’ ships with watermills on both sides were trying to overcome their numerical inferiority through elegant evasive maneuvers.
“You’re still acting like a rat! “Red roses!”
There was a person who laughed out loud under the golden flag as he saw the Northern ships.
“Why don’t you rush in like you did then! “You insolent brats!”
Golden Ball Kazan Barbossa.
Another wave heading north was now rushing towards the city of Nassau.
They were sharp waves coming to encroach on the last sea route the North had.
“This time, I will repay that debt! The cost of the ship sunk here alone is a whopping 34,564 gold, so you can look forward to it!”
After suffering an astronomical amount of damage in the western sea, his eyes were as red as the red beard he was currently growing.
The only place he is staring at is the red rose flag.
However, the one-legged captain standing under the flag was also glaring at Barbossa.
“It’s not a kid, it’s Captain Haven!”
Before I knew it, my ship had turned to the side.
“And I’m sorry, but I guess I’ll owe you more!”
Even Barbossa was taken aback by the dramatic turn, which was impossible for a ship that relied on the wind to make.
Numerous cannons lined up on the sides.
However, to Barbossa, the one-legged captain holding on to his old captain’s hat looked more ominous than the cannons aimed at him.
“…Shooting from this distance?”
pop! Puff poop!
Northern cannons were aimed in front of Barbossa, who was muttering in disbelief.
All of the cannons that sparkle somehow were made by dwarves.
“launch!”
Each and every one of them, the cannonballs filled with anger were being fired far away on the wind that Haven had discovered.
“launch! “Fire!”
“I’m finally giving it a shot!”
“Those damn southern b*stards! “I’m going to kill you!”
Cannonballs that can reach the farthest distance in the world.
pop! Boom boom!
The cannonballs fired by the dwarves of Nidavellir were flying towards Barbossa.
However, the wind that pushed behind those cannonballs was probably not due to the dwarves’ skills, but the sea spirits that followed Vlad’s lingering scent.
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“Father. “It is said that the western troops departing from the city of Nassau have now arrived in a nearby village.”
Alicia’s office in the city of Deirmar was now filled with heavy silence.
That’s because the walls of Deermar alone could not handle the forces of Gaidar and the Golden Ball that were rushing here now.
“You managed to join. Barbossa’s siege must have been thick.”
The western lords who had declared that they would not follow Gaidar were now reaching the port near Deermar via Nassau.
They joined the Northern Front with the banner of Charles Ravnoma and were valuable allies in the coming war.
“It is said that the northern captains did their best.”
“…….”
Peter nodded silently at Rutger’s report in front of him.
I say I did my best, but it was almost a miracle.
There was probably an urgent battle there that could not be expressed in just one word.
“good night. “Even unexpected troops are joining us.”
Peter nodded, got up, stood at the window, and started looking out.
Although it was a small territory, there were dozens of flags standing.
But among them, there were those who caught Peter’s attention.
“…Even in really unexpected places.”
People who express themselves with colored threads rather than the flags held by the people of the empire.
Although everyone tried to reject him, the northern barbarians who had said they had to embrace Josef were now standing together on this battlefield.
“What happened to the dragon sculpture now?”
“It is said that following the guidance of the wizard Ragmus, we have now arrived near Shoara.”
“I guess I’ll have to join soon.”
However, even if all these people were gathered together, it was a natural fact that they would be inferior in front of the Allied Forces in the West and South.
According to the telegram urgently sent by the ironworker, Sarnus, the dragonbloodsmith, was also targeting the dragon sculpture, so in order to overcome this inferiority, Peter needed a castle wall even higher than that of Deermar.
“What are the evacuation preparations? “Baron Alicia.”
“…….”
At that moment, Peter’s words made everyone in the office focus their attention on a woman.
Baron Alicia Hainal was the rightful owner of this land, but ultimately had no choice but to give it up due to lack of power.
She was opening her mouth without even being able to raise her head due to her anger at her own shortcomings.
“We have already sent an evacuation procession, including the elderly and children.”
“Then, Baron, you should go up to Shoara now…”
Since it was such a sensitive matter, Rutger stepped forward in Peter’s place, but eventually he was silenced by Alicia’s bloodshot eyes.
“I will remain here until the very end.”
Alicia says that although she has no power to stop him, she will do her last duty to send him away.
Even Rutger had no choice but to nod at her resolute spirit.
“After all my territory residents have left.”
Deirmar has finally found hope, but there is nothing he can do about the disastrous waves of war.
The waves were too much for even Bayezid, the pillar of the North, so her choice to abandon the territory she was supposed to protect was like the pain of having her arm ripped off.
-…….
The scenery behind her.
From the lemon-scented hills of Deermar, a white snake was sticking its head out.
Its eyes, which looked somewhat worried, were directed towards the golden dragon that was still flying in the far north.
Kya-!
-……?
At that moment, a cute sound that did not fit this anxious atmosphere was heard.
The sound was so carefree that it immediately caught the attention of not only the white snake but also the young spirits riding on it.
What?
-……??
A mole sneaked its head in from a small hole.
The guy, who was shining differently than an ordinary mole, was tilting his head as he faced the white snake looking down at him.
“It would have been better if we had gone to Sturmma in one go.”
“I couldn’t help it. This is the end of the engraving I made. “Shouldn’t he know the way too?”
Familiar voices came from the hole the mole had dug.
The voices were those of the blonde boy who first recognized him and Varadis, who had found him here from the World Tree.
“But we arrived safely.”
Numerous men emerge one by one from the dark cave, as if they had been waiting.
Elves, beastmen and even humans.
The men, regardless of race, were all mixed together, and their faces were covered with black dust, as if they had walked in a hurry.
“…I guess he’s over there, Peter.”
The white snake, the guardian deity of Deermar, was blinking its small eyes as if unable to come to its senses at this sudden sight.
However, what caught the white snake’s attention more than anything else was not the people coming out, but a small root waving at it.
-……!
A stem of roots that I miss.
Another world tree born from the same mother as me.
As the white snake recognized the tree, bright water began to form in its eyes.
“I’ll take you to my father.”
Worlds that have finally found each other.
However, Josef, who was on his back, just bowed his head without saying a word.
“…I can go home now.”
The oldest dragon wandering in search of fragments and countless armies sinking their teeth into the north.
But now, under the black moon, Deermar was filled with all kinds of colors.
The place, which looked like a field of flowers, was showing its colors against the approaching threat without a single color overlapping.
