Stars in the night sky (2)
This is an illusion.
Because the walls of Bastopol that you see now were the ones I personally destroyed a few days ago.
However, the sparkle of the castle walls seen now was much brighter than the reality.
“……Sword Master.”
Someone’s world painted over reality.
This world, drawn by a person who is firmly aware of my existence, is a world that becomes real as much as you believe in it.
And there is only one being who can draw such a world. The only sword master is known as the pinnacle of swords.
“Give me a shield.”
There, standing on the battlefield, is the knight who blocked my claws.
His name, who chose duty over honor for the boy, was Arnstein’s Pablo.
“So that I can protect your potential.”
Possibility is a beautiful thing, and young beings who can express it in their own world are precious.
Therefore, the light of a single star in the night sky began to linger from the knight’s shield that protected that moment.
“Go for it. Sarnus.”
“…These scum!”
A being that you wouldn’t normally dare to look up to.
However, as soon as Vlad’s equal in the world lifted his shield, Sarnus, who could no longer hold back, began to jump out.
Quaaaaang-!
A truly formidable shock.
Pablo began to be pushed backwards by the shock, which would have torn his limbs apart if he had received it in real life.
“Ugh!”
What I was just struck by was the world of Sarnus, which was closer to perfection than any other being in this world.
However, the weight of Pablo carrying the duty he had sworn was only slightly heavier than his world.
“……You deserve it.”
Same blonde hair and same blue eyes.
And Pablo, standing on the same battlefield as back then, saw Sarnus running towards him and remembered the boy from that day.
“This battlefield is sufficiently honorable.”
bang! Quang! bang! bang!
The shield Pablo was holding was shattered with a single sword strike from Sarnus.
However, the shield he is holding is not a reality, but a world created by will.
As long as his will to hold up the shield is not broken, that star in the night sky will forever be Pablo’s.
“…So you can say your name!”
Once again, Pablo’s pauldrons were pushed in from between the shattered shields.
A one-of-a-kind moment created by a knight who values defense, even throwing away his shield.
“Ugh!”
Sarnus’ eyes widened as he saw Pablo rushing towards him.
A knight’s wit that can surprise even the oldest dragon.
However, Sarnus’s shock was not directed at Pablo, who was pushing him away, but at the man who was attacking him from behind.
“Hwaaaap!”
The name of the knight charging at the wall-like man from behind is Vlad of Shoara.
His aura, which Pablo had been covering up until now, grazed Sarnus’ shoulder like a thunderbolt.
“…!”
Golden scales that didn’t even sprout because they were completely unexpected.
Therefore, a single red blood stream rose from the carved wound into the deep blue night sky.
“Vlad! “Yes, you guy!”
A greedy dragon that desired the blood of others but did not give up its own blood.
Sarnus, enraged by the red blood, turned his head, but Vlad had already disappeared.
“…That!”
Instead, what you see there is a young World Tree that seems to pierce the sky.
Sarnus, who was now standing in the elven forest instead of the duel arena in Deirmar, was able to spot an elf with navy blue hair in front of him, aiming a weapon at him.
“Our greenness all started from the tears of our ancestors.”
Varadis with a bright pentagram shining in his raised left eye.
“So I guess I can take a little now.”
The elves had to leave their burning forest after losing their mother world tree.
Their anger, accumulated over generations, began to form on the tips of the arrows carried by the elves of this era.
“Just a little bit!”
Taang-!
When I heard it, I shot it, and when I saw it, it was already approaching.
The arrows of Varadis, which are that fast, are the arrows of the elves that have endured for hundreds of years.
Numerous spirits that had stayed on the arrow were rushing towards the dragon that survived the longest.
“Keuuuuuuu!”
Quad deuk!
Just like the dragon’s breath that he had exhaled.
Things that were all red, blue, and deep blue green began to shine brightly and bite Sarnus’ sword.
“Vlad-!”
However, even in this feast of brilliant colors, Sarnus was able to clearly recognize the only color that rushed towards him.
It was the knight’s hair, shining golden like mine.
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“Huh!”
Baradis’ arrow was shot like an arrow, but suddenly took the form of a sword.
The person who was shot with that arrow was Vlad, the guardian of the World Tree.
“Such a trivial trick…!”
A knight of the World Tree who stopped the sharpest dragon and warded off evil beings.
The starlight of the spirits who remembered him was already forming on the tip of Vlad’s sword.
“Does this seem like just a mediocre trick?”
Nod! Nod!
The two fiercely facing swords were gradually being pushed towards Sarnus.
Sarnus was a pure-blooded dragon who would never be defeated in terms of physical strength, but many spirits were already at Vlad’s side, lending their small hands.
“I guess I suffered because I judged that way. “With this sword technique that kills with one strike!”
Swordsmanship that preempts possibilities with unexpected movements and controls the battlefield with insight that is one step ahead.
The swordsmanship created by the honorable duelist was now being perfectly implemented in Vlad’s world.
“Now!”
“what?”
Teeeeing –
The oldest dragon captured by the spirits and blocked by Vlad with his sword.
A clear sword name began to be heard from behind the dragon.
“Finally it’s my turn.”
A sound as if someone had snapped their fingers.
With that clear sound, what had been a forest until just a moment ago was turning into a green pasture.
“As expected, you are the best dragon slayer. “Vlad.”
The rising star now is a world like an active volcano.
Rutger’s sword, which could cut through even the toughest dragon, was suddenly pulling out a huge ray of anger from deep within his own world.
Rumbling!
The sound of the ground gets stronger as you raise your sword.
Sarnus’s eyes widened as he saw the red lava exploding with him.
“My name is Rutger of Bayezid.”
There were footprints of the dragons that trampled the North.
The end of those footprints ultimately drove many northerners to death.
“Rutger Bayezid, who will pay for the blood of the North!”
A world that only knights who can deeply contemplate themselves can write about.
Red lava that seemed like it could devour even a dragon burst out from the tip of Rutger’s sword.
“Holy shit!”
Sarnus has wings, but cannot spread them, and has two feet, but is tied up tightly.
Before he knew it, the brilliantly burning world of Rutger was falling on his head.
Crumbling!
A golden dragon that has no choice but to be hit with its entire body by lava pouring down like a waterfall.
Rutger’s world, sharper than a blade and hotter than lava, was gradually creating cracks in its perfect golden color.
“Aaaah!”
Is it because of the heat I can finally feel?
Sarnus, who had recklessly pushed Vlad in front of him, had already reached another world.
“Where am I again!”
A world without the world capital in front of you or the active volcanoes raging behind you.
The world Vlad drew this time was a northern snowfield filled with pure white snow.
“The place where the fastest dragon was killed.”
The fastest dragon. The snow field that killed Lindwurm.
“Wouldn’t this place be a good fit for you?”
“Vlad! Yes Innoom!”
Sarnus gritted his teeth as he looked at Vlad standing alone on the snowy field.
“You are the culprit of all this!”
Arnstein’s Pablo Bayezid’s Rutger and Aushurin’s Baradis.
They were all great knights, but they were not enough to attack Sarnus.
“Let’s stop this damn world right now!”
However, they are star-like knights who can shine as much as they want in Vlad’s world.
And now, another star was twinkling in the night sky above the white snow field.
“For killing you!”
A fierce snowstorm began to rage behind Sarnus as he rushed towards Vlad.
The dragon’s rush is so close to perfection that it is bound to be even faster than the fastest dragon, Lindwurm.
[……If you judge by looking, it will be too late!]
It is hard, fast, sharp and huge.
The characteristics that were divided one by one through the fallen remnants were originally possessed by the most perfect dragon.
[Predict and respond!]
“……!”
And the dragon rushing towards Vlad now was Sarnus, the most perfect close encounter of this era.
“die!”
His world, heated up by anger, finally roared harshly at Vlad.
Quagga River -!
“Keuuuuu!”
At a speed that cannot be avoided, and above all, sharply.
Vlad could barely predict the attack, but it was not an attack that could be defeated just by blocking it.
“I gave birth to a dragon and he became a sword master!”
Once you have the momentum, never let it go.
That must be the attitude of a predator towards its prey.
bang! Bang bang! bang!
The huge anger of Sarnus relentlessly attacks the retreating Vlad.
The blood-red aura that started from his hard sword was now glowing red as it grabbed Vlad’s star-colored sword.
“I tried spraying it to see what would happen if it grew in garbage! “How dare you grab my ankle!”
It hurts more than a sharp sword and is colder than the blowing snow.
Sarnus’ words now were just like that for Vlad.
“What on earth are you doing that is stopping me from accomplishing my task of perfection?”
My existence began with simple curiosity.
The meaning of my existence is to be eaten by someone.
Because his father was shouting at the boy who was born like that to hurry up and die.
“I wasn’t giving birth to you.”
“Keuuu……”
“You are a failure!”
The sword of Sarnus approached the nape of Vlad’s neck, which had already been driven to a pure white wall of ice.
Vlad is driven to a dead end with no place to escape.
The sword of Sarnus approaching him seemed to be saying that both giving birth and killing were my rights.
“…What the hell are you?”
A boy born in a place no one can see.
Vlad, who grew up in the mud that he would sink into if he stood still, was a being who might have been a failure.
“You’re calling me a failure.”
Druddeuddeuddeuk-!
However, the boy standing in the back alley was always looking at the stars.
That star is the only guidepost for me who is lost.
And the girl who looked at the star together was the only staff that supported me.
“You don’t even know who I am!”
A red thread began to unfold from Vlad’s left hand, which he stretched out with all his might.
The thread that looked like a woman’s hair was becoming a single shape with the starlight shining from above.
“I promised I would definitely go back!”
A ray of starlight shining on a pure white snow field.
The starlight was made from an old man’s dream and bought with a girl’s tears.
It was also the starlight shining on the unadorned sword wielded by the boy’s will.
“I’ll kill you here! “I am returning to Shoara!”
In his right hand, he held a starry sword, and in his left hand, he held an unadorned sword.
The world of Vlad wielding two swords passed Sarnus’ eyes and brought out blue tears.
“Kwaaaah!”
Sarnus’ scream appeared where the unadorned sword passed by.
The place where the scream began was from the world of Sarnus, who lost one of his eyes.
“You damn b*stard! “I will kill you! I will kill you!”
Crumbling!
Seeing Sarnus going crazy with anger, Vlad quickly swung his starlight sword.
The trajectory of the sword was creating a long line on the white snow field, depicting another world.
“If you want to kill me, come in!”
The oldest dragon who slowly goes beyond Vlad’s harsh provocations.
But he didn’t know because he was crazy with burning anger.
Wow!
The fact that every time I take a step towards Vlad, I am falling deeper and deeper into the world.
The fact that we are heading towards the deepest world that Vlad had and the brightest starlight he was looking at.
“Come in and see-!”
That world is a world where the meaning of existence changes with just one line.
A place where two lives, which cannot be mixed, are separated by a border crossing the city.
“Come here and see who I am!”
This is the smile of a rose.
A window full of red.
And the boy’s nest that he promised to return to.
The starlight of Shoara, shining under Vlad’s night sky, was now leading the oldest dragon.
