Episode 227. Reorganization Day (6)
Since when did it start? I couldn’t remember clearly.
The same dream that comes every night.
Burning village and dizzying screams spreading in all directions,
In the middle of the village, an unknown man swings a dagger indiscriminately at people.
Behind the man, a red-eyed woman with long black hair was smiling cruelly.
As if controlling him.
It was a truly terrible sight, making it impossible to tell whether this place was reality or hell.
Mia Harpenkus, this sight was all too familiar to her.
In fact, anything is like that only at first.
If you keep repeating terrible and horrendous scenes, you will get used to them.
For her, these nightmares have now turned into questions rather than fears.
Who are these people who appear in your dreams every night and torment you?
As the question deepened, a man appeared.
He introduced his name as Boris and said he would tell me the identity of the dream that repeated every day.
It was said that it was the cry of the blood relatives of her ancestor, Harfencus, and that they appeared every day in the hope that she would resolve the grudge they had not been able to resolve.
Mia asked.
What should I do to resolve that resentment?
Boris responded with a smile.
The culprit of all this, the demon sword, and its owner must be killed.
He said that in order to do that, he had to take on the power of the same magic sword.
So Boris held out his hand,
Mia took his hand.
Several years passed like that.
Now, in front of her, along with the current owner of the magic sword, was the soul of the magic sword.
‘Is that the soul of the demon sword Kayram?’
Mia, who encountered Kayram’s true identity for the first time, felt strange in many ways.
At the same time, the sword in his hand trembled.
Did it react to the energy of the body?
It felt like I would be drawn in at any moment if I couldn’t control it.
But she didn’t care.
The people in front of me right now are nothing more or less beings who must be killed in order to fulfill the long-awaited wish of their blood relatives.
Haven’t we been running towards that for the past few years?
Mia adjusted her sword and rushed at Sian again.
-Kang!
Xian blocked her blow without any difficulty.
Mia didn’t care and swung her sword continuously up, down, left and right.
“… … !”
Xian easily blocked this as well.
“Where did you learn the sword?”
“I never learned it.”
Mia did not stop with a short answer and continued to attack.
Mia’s answer was true.
She had never properly learned how to use a sword, neither before nor after being taken away by Boris.
However, occasionally, after receiving a series of rituals from Boris, she began to feel an unfamiliar sense of the sword in her body.
Boris explained that it was an ancestral sense and that it belonged to Dio Harfencus, the previous owner of the magic sword.
Although she wondered how it was possible to bring about the senses of the deceased, she did not ask.
All she wanted was freedom from the nightmare.
Furthermore, he just hoped that those who cried to him every night would escape from the abyss of resentment and rest in peace.
However, the fact that we inherited such sense from our ancestors is insignificant.
-visor! visor!
Xian was blocking her blows with great ease.
As if he could clearly see her movements.
Mia, who decided that she could not be killed by simply clashing swords, immediately widened the distance.
In the end, in order to kill the owner of the magic sword, you will have to unleash the power of the same magic sword.
She chanted softly while holding her blade forward.
“The demonic sword appears… … .”
* * *
As I live in the world, I see all sorts of things.
When I manifested the demon sword, was this how the people who saw it felt?
If it had been a half-hearted imitation, I would have just laughed.
But that’s not it.
That’s almost the same level of power as when I manifested the demon sword.
The black fog rising clearly from the tip of the sword was showing off its might.
[under?!]
Kayram, who was actually even more dumbfounded than me, just snorted as if speechless.
When I narrowed my eyes because I thought something was strange, I saw a strange shadow moving behind her as the fog appeared.
The face is hard to recognize, just that he is a man with black hair and slightly long hair.
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It was a completely unfamiliar appearance to me.
“Do you know who it is?”
[…] … .]
When I asked Kayram about this, she bit her lip instead of answering, showing her unpleasant feelings.
Judging by the reaction, it seemed like I could get the gist of it without having to explain it.
“Is this the spirit of your former master?”
[Absolutely not! Because I ate that child’s soul without a trace. There is no way there is a soul left!]
She vehemently denied it, saying it couldn’t be so.
So, it’s like an illusion that only resembles heaven on the outside.
Looking at the atmosphere, it seems that the illusion is the center that controls the power of the cloned magic sword.
As thinking and worrying complicatedly is not my style,
I also raised the blade in the same way and muttered softly.
“Ammu Type 9: Appearance of the Demon Sword… … .”
Eventually, fog was released from the blade, and at the same time, Kayram, who was materializing, came inside and merged.
After getting ready, I jumped right in without hesitation.
She too, without any sign of backing down, covered herself in fog and kicked away.
-visor!
The feeling of experiencing the power of another magic sword was truly amazing.
A very strange feeling that is similar to me but also feels different.
Rather than feeling embarrassed, I felt more intrigued.
-Gigeek
The blades that touched each other were slightly pushed towards me.
Although it is a small difference, it pushed back my strength that I had trained and used the magic sword countless times.
The power of the fog coming from the tip of the sword was also unusual.
It is not at the level of trivial duplication.
To put it bluntly, this is the power that can kill me.
If you let your guard down, you could be struck by the shadow of death,
It was truly a feeling I had felt for the first time in a long time.
“… … .”
However, her gaze continued to fall on the illusion behind her.
The illusion also seemed to be aware of my gaze, looking at me with empty, pupilless eyes.
Dio Hapenkus.
A follower of Aer in the old era and former owner of Kayram.
Surrendered to the uncontrollable power of the magic sword, his body and soul were taken away.
It couldn’t have been a very tragic sight for the owner of the same magic sword.
I didn’t feel particularly pitiful or anxious.
That is truly a common future that anyone who holds the magic sword can reach.
There was a good chance that I could end up like that too.
but,
“Why did you eat it?”
“… … ?”
Mia frowned as she faced an unexpected question.
However, my question was not directed to her, but to the Kayram within me.
[I don’t think the situation is leisurely enough to ask something like that.]
I wanted to know why.
No matter how much it is said that it is the nature of a magic sword to take its power by eating its owner’s soul,
Kayram is not a magic sword that will eat its owner even if he or she is in a near-death state.
Why do you think that?
Nothing special.
This is because I have been thinking about sharing emotions and sensations through skin-to-skin contact over the past few years.
How many times have I not said this?
We humans are creatures created by imitating the nature of God.
She, the weapon of God, would also have the same emotions as us humans.
Therefore, she must have felt affection not only for me, but also for that man named Dio, her former owner.
There is no way he could have eaten him all at once simply because of his nature.
Kayram sighed repeatedly as if he was uncomfortable, but reluctantly opened his mouth.
[Because he wanted it.]
It was an unexpected answer.
[He asked for it. I want her to eat her soul and run away with me. He earnestly begged me to please do so.]
“so. “Did you grant that request?”
[What reason would there be to refuse? I am not a kind enough woman to follow a master who is so mentally broken that he has even lost his will. So she did whatever she wanted. No matter how cruel and merciless I am… … .]
Kayram’s last words were slightly blurred.
[Because I’m not so affectionate as to not listen to your last request.]
I guess I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that.
I turned my gaze again to Mia, not Dio.
“Did you say this sword is the enemy who destroyed your ancestors? ”
“… … ?!”
“Why don’t you think about why this sword had no choice but to destroy your ancestors?”
“what are you saying?”
“There must have been a reason why it had to be that way.”
I asked myself a question and pushed back the sword that was touching her.
She was momentarily pushed back and quickly regained her balance, but my hand was already ready for the next blow.
A horizontal sword strike with the momentum to cut through space.
However, what I cut was not Mia, but an illusion of Dio Harpenkus who was standing behind her.
“Mugeom (霧劍): An entity that cuts down illusions.”
What is illusion?
It refers to anything that appears to exist even though it does not actually exist.
Like the image I’m seeing right now, people sometimes see illusions that don’t exist in reality.
Sometimes, we are so caught up in the illusion that we are affected more than the reality.
However, if you focus your whole body and mind on an illusion that does not exist, there is absolutely nothing good left.
What eliminates such illusions is by far the reality that exists in reality.
If it is a single truly honest and truly correct blow,
All illusions can be eliminated.
Like right now.
– Wedge!
Unlike the previous martial arts secret technique, this sword strike did not contain any fog power.
In other words, the current sword strike is like a very ordinary horizontal cut.
-Sssssuk
However, with such a single blow, the illusion of Dio Harpenkus reacted greatly, shaking its body to and fro.
“… … .”
Then, I saw.
In the mouth of the illusion that gradually crumbled into powder and finally reached the last moment, just before disappearing,
A small smile appeared.
The illusion disappeared completely before my eyes with that smile.
-dump
She lost her strength and fell to her knees.
Fog was still rising from her sword, but she seemed to have already lost the will to fight.
Still, just in case, I quietly took out my sword, lifted her head, and made eye contact.
A face of resignation that has literally lost all will.
I thought about interrogating them, but I thought it would be pointless, so I just put my head down and got up.
“Did you ask us to think about why our ancestors had no choice but to be ruined?”
Then she suddenly opened her mouth and spoke.
“There is no time to think about such things. Because they came to me and cried every day. Without any reason or explanation… … .”
Since I had no answer to give, I just kept silent.
“You’d better go quickly… … .”
“Where?”
“I met Princess Arin on the way.”
I twitched my eyebrows without realizing it.
“I said I just passed by because I came for you, but it seems like it wasn’t Eshel. “If you have to protect the princess, she should go quickly.”
The frown that had been flinching eventually became frowned like a valley.
“You may no longer be able to see the princess you knew.”
No more, no less, exactly 3 seconds later.
“… … .”
I passed her and slowly walked out of the library.
The head of the family did not specifically stop me or catch me as I walked away.
Let me briefly express my honest feelings at the moment:
Rather than feeling urgent to go save Princess Arin,
I thought that I would soon see the distorted face of some evil devil again,
An overwhelming sense of anticipation was building up.
* * *
So Xian left the library,
With nowhere else to go, Mia could do nothing but sit down and stare blankly at the ground.
“Perhaps it can be seen as our fault for neglecting you.”
Silica came in front of her.
“You are a being who has inherited the ideology and flow of humans who followed Aer in the past. “Your significance will certainly be of great value to our Mists and their successors.”
Silica gently extended one hand to Mia, who was sitting down.
Mia just stared at the hand in silence for a moment.
“There was nothing like this in the future Boris was talking about.”
“… … .”
“Moreover, I said I would never send the owner of the magic sword to Eshel. But for some reason, the future he spoke of has all changed.”
Silica extending her hand was also something that did not exist in the future that Boris had mentioned.
“What should I do in that changed future?”
“Nothing special.”
Silica immediately made eye contact with Mia and whispered secretly.
“Just stay by Xian’s side instead of me.”
(Continued in the next part)
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