〈 Episode 293 〉 Prophecy points to death (5)
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Guarder, Kalt.
This man, who was promoted to the position of head of the Hounds in recognition of his contribution to preventing disaster three times, is also a swordsman.
Superman of the sword.
These are people who can read the sword (？？？) and have future vision and extra senses to predict the future with given information. Although he is still immature, Kalt is also clearly a sword expert.
There’s no way you can’t read the sword wielded by the brat. There is no way you can’t predict the result of swinging the sword.
That’s how it should be.
It must have been that way… but an unexpected result occurred. Kalt looked at Rak with wide eyes.
“···What is it?”
The sword this boy swung struck the tree in front of his nose. Rather than striking it with a sword, it was a more appropriate attack to describe it as chopping firewood with an axe.
The blow left a mark on the wooden pillar in front of me.
The dent marks are proof of that. A small trace compared to wielding the most famous sword of all time. However, its traces remain on trees far away at the same time.
“······.”
Kalt silently glanced at a tree in the distance.
A tree that has been uprooted and broken into pieces.
Kalt approached the tree and looked at the traces left on the tree trunk. same. There remains a long trace as if it had been hit with an axe.
A little bigger and clearer.
Kalt smoothed his chin.
This is something that cannot be understood through common sense. You hit the tree in front of you, but the tree far away falls down right away? Moreover, the trees along the path were intact with no minor injuries.
However, it is difficult to dismiss it as a coincidence.
“Lark, did you use magic?”
“yes? No, I didn’t write it.”
Rania was equally astonished.
There is no magical interference, but this is close to a magical phenomenon. Rania stuck out her tongue and summoned her Kalt.
“Kalt.”
“···Yes, senior.”
“What is this? “Is this possible with a sword?”
“If this were possible, the sword supermen would have been called sword wizards, not superhumans.”
Kalt laughed as if he was dumbfounded.
“There, student Lark.”
Kalt handed the sword back to Lark.
“Try again. “I’ll look at it properly this time.”
Lark blinked and then held his sword again.
Rania, who was next to me, gave advice. Swing the sword properly and as best as you can.
“then···.”
Lark pounded his heart lightly.
At that moment, heat rises from Lark’s body, making a chirping sound. It is a manifestation of the body strengthening spell Heating, which can now be completely controlled.
“oh···.”
Kalt, who was watching the scene, was briefly amazed.
Kalt also knows about that heating spell. Also, how difficult that spell is to handle.
That boy handles it skillfully. What even a seasoned warrior who has been on the battlefield for decades cannot accomplish, a boy who has not even had a coming-of-age ceremony can accomplish.
There is no time to be surprised by that fact.
With a popping sound, Lark grabs the hilt of the sword. With veins sprouting on his forearms, Lark swung his sword, holding the hilt with both hands.
Huh!
The sword draws a silver-white trail.
Kalt opened his eyes wide and took in the whole scene. He then makes the same judgment as before.
‘The body is complete. The strength is also beyond imagination. However, it doesn’t suit a sword.’
I have no talent with the sword.
It is certainly. The posture of swinging the sword, breathing, and the trajectory of the tip of the sword. Everything tells me that the boy in front of me has no sword skills. This doesn’t mean you should try to correct it, and there’s no need to do so.
The boy has already used his weapon as an axe.
When you swing an ax with that incredible strength and agility, the destructive power of that single blow cannot be ignored. I just don’t have any talent for swords (?).
This is the moment when Kalt is trying to be confident once again.
Boom, boom.
Lark’s heart is beating violently.
The blood that accumulates in the heart quickly circulates through the body, and something in the blood moves Lark’s body. The sword, which had been drawing a messy trajectory, becomes a little rougher.
Like the claws of an animal.
The moment the animal’s claws made contact with the tree trunk, it made a dent and the air became distorted. It’s like a tear in space. Mass rushes in to fill the torn space, creating a vacuum for an instant.
Quagga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
The swirling mass violently claws at the area. The wood that the sword touches breaks with a loud noise and begins to crumble.
Cooung.
Then the tree fell.
What remains on the fallen tree is no trace of the sword being swung. There are traces left that look like they were crushed by a huge beast.
“······.”
There was silence.
Kalt does not understand this strange phenomenon. He couldn’t even predict it. The same goes for Rania. However, Rania has seen something like this before.
‘this···.’
Rania muttered blankly.
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“That’s what Ganicalt used to do.”
Ganichalt van Galatric.
As the first sword saint, the sword he wielded even cut through space. Every time he swung the sword, space was torn, and mass rushed in to fill the torn space, creating a temporary vacuum.
Of course, its scale is different compared to Lark. The power is also incomparable. Ganicalt collapsed the canyon and shattered the final wall with one blow.
‘Much less what Ganicalt did was not this rough. It seems like it’s been captured a little more…’
Ganicalt’s sword drew a perfect line.
In comparison, what Lark shows is a crooked line.
However, it is essentially the same.
Rania and Kalt opened their eyes and looked towards Lark. To request an explanation of the sword strike that was just shown.
“···uh?”
And, Lark.
“Uh, uhh…”
I look alternately between my hand wielding the sword and the sword lying around in front of me. As if the body moved on its own.
“Gyo, professor.”
Lark said, pointing to the tree in front of me.
“What is this?”
That was what Rania and Kalt wanted to ask.
2.
After that, several more experiments were conducted.
Nothing happened the same way as the first time, but every time I swung it dozens of times, something strange happened. There was a low probability of distant trees collapsing or areas in the area becoming caved in.
“Really, I don’t understand.”
Kalt said, wiping his face.
“My posture is also a mess. This is not a sword-swinging stance. “That is the axe-swinging posture, and it is the perfect posture when swinging an axe.”
But, but…
Kalt muttered as if he felt unfair.
“The result is something I cannot do. Even if Kuntel comes back alive, ‘Ah, this is a bit much.’ “This is a result that will make you shake your head.”
I was going crazy and jumping around.
You swing your sword and the space splits? It’s not cut, it’s split. As if it had been cut with an axe.
“I picked up a sword and swung it, but the result was the result of cutting with an axe. Does this make sense?”
“Doesn’t that make sense?”
“This is why wizards…!”
Kalt thumped his chest.
“It’s the same thing as if you threw a fireball and the person who hit you was frozen!”
“Sound like a horse. “How is that possible?”
“This is the situation right now…!”
Kalt quickly turned his head and looked at Lark.
“Since when has it been like this? Why did you choose an axe instead of a sword? “Are you a superhuman too?”
“yes? “Oh, no.”
Lark blinked.
“When I was young, I followed the warriors and held a sword, but I had never experienced anything like this back then. “I have used a sword relatively recently…”
Nothing like this happened back then either.
If I had to think of a reason, there was only one thing I could think of.
“After the ordeal of the Holy Grail, my heart often beats loudly. When I swung the sword earlier, my heart suddenly started pounding loudly…”
My body moved on its own.
Lark testified so. The moment he actually held the sword, Lark’s heart beat a little louder. As if the blood flowing through the body reacts to something.
“lakh.”
Rania, who had been quietly listening to Lark’s words, opened her mouth. She said as she touched the corner of my mouth.
“Just looking at Amman, your family ancestors are a bit strange, right? “I don’t mean it in a bad way… Anyway, I went.”
“···to? “Are you talking about Grace?”
“uh. “I guess I’ll have to do some research.”
Rania mumbled and looked away.
Suddenly, the person I turned my gaze to was Kalt.
“Kalt.”
“Why are you calling me? “As if I’m going to make it work.”
“I know.”
Rania smiled brightly.
“The founder of the Grace family. “Please gather all the records related to that person.”
“···What era are you from?”
“Hundreds of years ago? “In the early days of the founding of the nation?”
“Do you know that in the early days of the founding of the nation, there were almost no records left, so you had to search through banned books to find them at random?”
“I know.”
“And yet?”
“And yet.”
Kalt laughed.
Kalt, who had been rubbing off the shadows that had fallen under his eyes after working all night for the past few days, smiled brightly and said,
“Can’t you just hit me?”
3.
Kalt unfolded the data he had been researching.
With the related stories that Rak had collected at the request of the Grand Duke of the North unfolding, I began to check them one by one.
“Belnoir inherited the lineage of witchcraft.”
Shadow dragon’s spell.
In the past, it was Belnoa who inherited the lineage of magic practiced by the shaman Belial. Belial’s will, which permeates the system of magic, is what he has arranged for the future.
I heard that fact from Cardi.
So, what is Lark’s case?
Ganicalt Van Galatric appeared in Lark’s trials. There must be some connection between the two, but all I know is that Grace was Ganicalt’s greatest disciple.
『Grace.』
Kalt unfolded the data he had organized.
Grace, a man who unified the North and became the master of the North during the early days of the nation’s founding hundreds of years ago. A person who discovered the White Night Castle and created a sacred place in the north.
『Grace was a master of the sword, but there are few remaining anecdotes about how he handled the sword.』
It was true.
Even in the story sent by the Northern Grand Duke, the way he handles the sword is surprising. It’s strange. Only those stories remain.
All stories about the character Grace were like that. A person whose true intentions are unknown. Some strange person. He was a traveler who enjoyed traveling, and often left his throne to travel somewhere.
If you search through the records like that.
Before we know it, we’ve reached the location of Grace’s final whereabouts. There is some overlap with the anecdote about the first prophet hundreds of years ago.
‘The first prophet.’
Opinions are still divided on whether she was a prophet or a simple liar, but in any case, there was a story related to her.
『The first prophet predicted that the sword of death would appear in the northern Kennel Snowfield. Grace trusted the prophet’s words.
Everyone didn’t believe it.
However, Grace believed what he said and went out to the Kennel Snow Field that day. It is said that he first raised a sword in front of warriors…
“···A huge greatsword with a hole in it.”
I had a guess.
I finished reading the article.
『After that, Grace disappeared.』
The information Kalt had been researching ended there.
However, the story received from the North had a bit more of a backstory. I saw the backstory.
『Deep night with a full moon, loud roars rang out several times in the Kennel snowfield. No warrior has ever come close to that place, but those who have seen it from afar say this in fear.』
there.
『Death was there』
『Grace fought against death.』
『And even though he was defeated in the end, he was also victorious. Grace sent him back to the North to die.』
There was death, the story says.
And over hundreds of years of history, death as embodied has always referred to only one being.
“The sword of death, Ganicalt.”
This is why opinions are divided as to whether the existence of the first prophet is a lie or a truth. Historians say that if the sword of death had really appeared in the North, the North would not be as healthy as it is now.
No matter how much of a sword master she was, there was no way that a person named Grace could stop the sword of death alone.
So, this anecdote is an anecdote that has been distorted in the process of making Grace’s disappearance or death sacred in the North. Historians exclaimed so.
“The Prophet, the Sword of Death, and Grace.”
It was around this time that I was muttering those three keywords. With a bang, someone came kicking in the door. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the person who opened the door and came in.
An unexpected person.
A person who should not be here is standing there.
“you.”
Light pink hair and green eyes.
Saint Sarah.
My damned former comrade, who should now be on the battlefield, approached me with the heels of her shoes clicking. She approached me with long strides and stopped in front of me. Her eyes are wide open through her flowing hair.
“What are you?”
“I have something to tell you.”
“I don’t have any. Turn it off right away…”
“Raniel.”
I narrowed my eyes.
I was about to shoot back, wondering how I knew and what I had noticed at that time, but I stiffened when I saw Sarah’s next actions.
She knelt in front of me.
For the first time, he bowed his head in front of me.
“sorry.”
I can’t keep up with the situation.
While I was blinking and believing my ears, Sarah put her head on the ground and said,
“I apologize. sorry. I’ve done everything wrong so far. Since I made a mistake, I will do whatever you ask me to do, so please do me a favor.”
she begged me
“Don’t go north.”
I got down on my knees, bowed my head, and prayed.
“Please do not deal with the sword of death.”
It was then.
The communication magic tool, the letter connected to the knight commander, the magic tool shared with Kalt, all of them started ringing loudly.
“Please, don’t go.”
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