〈 Episode 290 〉 Prophecy points to death (2)
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“iced coffee.”
Among those blessed by the stars, there are miracles that only appear to a very few. It is a miracle of reading countless possibilities and thus a miracle of peeking into the future.
“An oracle has come down.”
People called that miracle a prophecy (??), and those who uttered it were called prophets. Additionally, the prophecy of a prophet is on a different level from the parts of the future uttered by saints or other blessings.
“Run away.”
What they talk about is a confirmed future.
Unless there are variables, the future will definitely happen.
“Ten and three days later, in the northern Kennel Snowfield…”
So, the prophecy they say is not comprehensive. It is not a prophecy that is difficult to understand by mixing metaphors. The future spoken of by prophets is straightforward and accurate.
“Death appears.”
so that.
“The apostle of the false god, the most fearful disaster symbolizing death, will appear there.”
They are suspected.
The world ridicules prophets, asking if it is possible for even a saint to make an accurate prophecy that is impossible. They do not believe in their prophecies and sometimes label them as mentally ill.
The first prophet is an example.
“Believe me, the stars showed me the future. Death will bring down everything in the North. It’s true, please hear what I say…!”
There is a first prophet who appeared hundreds of years ago, in the early days of the founding of the nation. Everyone doubted her existence. She ridiculed her for her madness, and even the Church of Delorm did not listen to the words of her high priest at the time.
However, there is only one person.
There was someone who listened to her words at the time.
“Did you say death would come, religious person?”
A person who was the ruler of the North at the time.
A young man who swore that he would unify the chaotic North, sit on the throne, and become the North’s protector.
“Death probably refers to Ganicalt, the sword of death. “Am I right?”
Grace.
“That means you have to take responsibility.”
He believed the words of the prophet.
He burst into laughter and walked toward the Kenel snowfield where the prophecy was headed, carrying a huge greatsword on his back.
So he never came back.
Everyone says he is missing. It is whispered throughout the northern part that it has disappeared without a word. However, the warriors who lived in that era know.
A huge sword mark carved into the snowy field.
Grace’s blood splattered on the spot.
The blood flowed deep into the north. The warriors tried to trace the blood trail until the end, but were unable to do so. Because a strong storm was raging where the blood trail ended.
“It’s a sacred place.”
Grace’s young successor, who was tracking the blood with the warriors at the time, called the place this way.
“This is the northern sacred place.”
Northern sacred place.
It is said to be the place where Great Grace closed her eyes.
2.
“Are you talking about the founder of the Grace family?”
“huh. Was it Grace? “Do you know anything about your family’s progenitor?”
Lark blinked.
Rania rested her chin and waited for Lark’s answer. There is a reason why she asked this question. This is because the questions that have been steadily building up since last summer have gathered together.
‘Just looking at cancer, there is a relationship.’
The progenitor of the Grace family.
And, the sword of death, Ganicalt.
There is some relationship between the two.
Rania was already half convinced of that. There is a reason why that has to be the case. The relationship could be easily guessed just by listing the evidence she had gathered.
‘In the northern sacred site, the holy sword that Ganicalt used during his days as a warrior remains.’
The holy sword is still connected to the sword of death.
‘And in Lark’s trials… Ganicalt from his days as a hero appeared.’
Ganichalt van Galatric.
The being that Lark faced during the ordeal was the first hero. He also spoke and acted as if he knew Grace, Lark said.
“Well, actually, because he is such a unique person, there are no proper records.”
Lark said, stroking his chin.
“That’s all I heard from my father. “He was so unique from the founder of the family that he used to act like a person.”
“For example?”
“It is said that he forged a sword that was twice his size, ignoring the advice of a blacksmith who said that a sword twice his size would be better and that if he made it that big, he would lose his balance when swinging it.”
There was a place where I could guess about that eccentricity.
Rania thought of the sword held by the sword of death. It was definitely a sword that would be difficult for an average-sized person to hold.
“···What else?”
“Oh, they say he climbed the snowy mountain naked several times. “Enlightenment comes in extreme situations…”
“…Don’t you do that too?”
“I wear pants.”
You wear pants.
Rania glanced at Lark with a suspicious look. Lark raised her voice as if she felt unfair.
“Really! “When I was young, after being scolded by my mother, I always wore pants.”
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“Ah Okay. “Is there anything else besides that?”
“Hmm… Is there a story that says you never had a swordsman teacher?”
“teacher?”
Rania blinked.
“What are you talking about?”
“It is said that the founder invited numerous scholars to the north and received teachings from them. It is said that their number reached dozens, but strangely enough, he did not have as many as his swordsman master.”
I didn’t bring in a swordsmanship teacher.
Rania smoothed her chin.
Come to think of it, did Cardi say that Ganicalt and Grace were in a priestly relationship? Certainly, if he had learned the sword from Ganikhalt, he would not have had a teacher.
‘Is this really the end of the priest-priest relationship?’
I think there’s something more.
Rania moaned while smoothing her chin. It was difficult to think that a simple priestly relationship would have such an impact hundreds of years later.
“It seems like there’s something more…”
“yes?”
“No, I heard a lot.”
Rania let out a short breath.
“Okay, this story ends here.”
She crossed her arms and looked around.
Deep in the forest, where Lark cut down a few trees for training. There was a huge rock lying there, and the rock was split in two.
“It seems like you’ve grown a lot while I was gone?”
An ax is stuck in the center of a cracked rock.
This is the result of a single swing. Rania, who watched the rock splitting, shared her honest impressions.
“Rox will shed tears of blood when he sees this.”
It has increased compared to when he faced Rox.
And that too by quite a large margin.
Raniel also couldn’t help but admire Lark’s growth. Although he only knows how to train with honesty and integrity, Lark worked very hard at that one thing.
“I went hiking at dawn, took classes in the morning, and swung an ax from the afternoon until I went to bed. Oh, I’m also constantly practicing the breathing techniques the professor taught me.”
Even though the handle of the ax that Lark is holding is made of iron, a handprint remains. Lark’s open palms are covered in calluses. Rania smiled contentedly.
“You’re doing great.”
Rania looked away.
“so.”
There is Belnoa sitting there with his head bowed.
“You want to go through a trial? “Belnoir.”
“···yes.”
Some time has passed since it was announced that Chloe was a hero. With Chloe participating in some battlefields in earnest, Belnoa asked Rania a favor.
“I need to get stronger a little faster.”
I want to go through a trial.
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Recently, Belnoa often has dreams where she feels like she is being chased by something. She is not just dreaming. Even while she was taking classes and practicing, she kept having these thoughts.
The fear that if things continue like this, we will fall behind.
For Belnoa, who has grown without any obstacles, this is the first time she has experienced fear. Even more so for Belnoa, who lived in a place where falling behind meant death.
‘Chloe is moving forward.’
Belnoir saw Chloe using magic.
Did you say you became an apprentice hero? Indeed, the magic that Chloe unleashed after being recognized as a warrior was beyond Belnoa’s imagination.
“I can now do many things.”
“So, I think we need to show it a little bit right away. “Because people will feel the absence of Galhal.”
The magic that Chloe showed was powerful.
Seeing the pure white light burning the entire area, Belnoir inadvertently took a step back. The fragile girl she thought she should be by her side was not there.
“I’m thinking about going to the battlefield and coming back.”
“It’s not like going to the front line and back. To participate in an operation in a small battlefield. It won’t be that dangerous. “You don’t have to follow me.”
Let yourself go and move forward.
In the end, Belnoa was unable to catch the sight from behind. Really, she felt like she didn’t need him by her side.
It actually happened that way.
Chloe immediately finished the ball and came back. Although it was the first operation she participated in, she succeeded in imprinting the name ‘Chloe’ on the knights on the battlefield.
An extra-large spell unleashed on the battlefield.
The spell with platinum-colored starlight, like the symbol of a warrior, led the operation to success with just one shot.
“The hero of the castle, Chloe.”
The knights realized how much value it had to be a warrior and a wizard at the same time. Although she was still only an apprentice, they sensed potential in Chloe.
“Galahal-sama’s successor.”
“A possibility that he risked his life to protect.”
“As expected, the sacrifice was not in vain.”
Although such stories are small, they are starting to be told one by one. Chloe continues to head forward. Head to a farther, more dangerous place. Belle Noah knows that she cannot stand by his side yet.
He is standing still.
You can’t move forward while standing still.
“I am···.”
Belnoir took a deep breath.
Rania winked at Lark. Lark nodded his head wordlessly and walked away. So Belle Noah, who was left alone to meet Rania, struggled to open her mouth.
“I feel like I keep falling behind.”
“Are you falling behind?”
“Yeah, I just can’t figure it out. I can’t move forward. Several months have already passed…”
The next level of witchcraft seen in the Trial of the Holy Grail.
Belnoa could not go over there.
“So, I would like to be taught.”
“Inside the Holy Grail?”
“yes.”
“It probably hasn’t even been a year yet.”
It will be difficult.
Even though Rania said so, Belnoa did not give up his will. Finally, Rania sighed and took out the Holy Grail from her arms.
“If you think it won’t work, come out right away…?”
Rania trailed off.
This is because the Holy Grail does not resonate in front of Belnoa, who saw the wall. He swung the chalice a couple of times, but there was no reaction from the chalice.
As if Belnoa was not qualified.
“There’s no reaction.”
“···yes?”
“There is no reaction.”
Rania pointed to the Holy Grail.
“Rather than saying there is something wrong with the Holy Grail itself, I think the conditions are different because your ordeal is special…”
She isn’t sure either.
However, what is certain is that trials do not open the way for the current Belnoa. As if to overcome it on your own rather than relying on the Holy Grail.
“…Does this mean that I can’t go through the ordeal?”
Belnoa’s voice sank.
He lowered his head and bit his lip. If things continue like this, I can’t stand by Chloe’s side. To get closer to the light, do whatever it takes…
“Hey, Belnoa.”
Belnoa is in the midst of having such thoughts.
A voice came from above my head.
When I look up, Rania is standing right in front of me. She clenched her fists as she looked at her Belle Noah.
“Come to your senses.”
Sigh!
Rania hit Belnoa on the head.
3.
Sarah was chosen by the stars from the moment she was born.
From birth, she possessed divine power that surpassed that of dozens of high-ranking priests, and as she grew up, her divine power increased day by day.
「Blessing of the Church of Delohim.」
“The pride of the church.”
“Sarah is truly a saint.”
By the time she reached the age of fifteen, she was already performing miraculous sacred arts that even the Pope could struggle with, with a single wave of her hand. Many people revered Sarah as her saint, and that was indeed the case.
At seventeen, Sarah becomes the youngest saint.
Ten years have passed since then.
Sarah, now 27 years old, is dreaming. Sarah, who has never had a dream, feels her unconsciousness flowing in the deep darkness.
It’s a disaster.
Then, at some point, the surroundings turn completely white.
A scenery too vivid to be a dream passes before my eyes. A snowstorm blew. I heard the sound of something being dragged through the driving snow wind.
The pulling sound gets closer.
Sarah slowly raised her head and looked ahead.
There is something standing there.
What is there is death. Death in form. For a moment, Sarah even forgets that this is a dream and turns around and starts running.
I screamed in fear.
He struggled and ran away.
However, no human can escape the approaching death. A light sound is heard from behind. The sound of a sword swinging.
Suddenly.
Swordsmanship sweeps the area.
The knights who were in the place where Sarah was fleeing, those who appeared to be Northern warriors, and countless others whose identities were unknown were swept away at once.
The body was dismembered.
Sarah, lying on the floor, gasps for breath and looks up at the sky. There are constellations floating in the sky that I look at while coughing up blood. Sarah captures that star in her blurry vision.
That’s how Sarah wakes up from her dream.
“······!”
Sarah exhaled and stood up.
She hurriedly stood up, pressed her chest, and exhaled harshly several times. She stumbled out of bed and Sarah reached for her water bottle, then knocked it over.
Wow!
Kyle wakes up due to the commotion.
Kyle narrows his eyes, looks at Sarah and asks her why. Sarah said, holding onto Kyle’s arm in horror.
“Death, inevitable death.”
Sarah said breathlessly.
“Death appears in the North.”
twenty seven.
Now, ten years after becoming a saint, Sarah makes a prophecy. It’s unlike anything she’s ever done before.
“On the day when the stars point to two and six, on that day death sets foot in the North. In the North…!”
A specific, certain prophecy.
So it is a prophecy that will definitely happen.
Sarah, who had seen the future, cried out in fear.
“Ganikalt, the sword of death, is coming there.”
The saint becomes a prophet.
The prophecy pointed to death.
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