〈 Episode 316 〉 Junior and descendant (2)
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Aplia is also famous for its beautiful scenery.
This is because there is a fountain of mana not far from Bachelor. The plants near the Mana Spring are fresh and the colors are vivid. Overflowing mana is like the best fertilizer for plants.
The mountain behind Aplia has a variety of flowers blooming in the spring, and turns a refreshing green color in the summer.
The beautiful scenery is Aplia’s pride, and it is also something that Dean Aaron especially cherishes. Dean Aaron, who loves nature, also enjoys climbing the mountains behind Aplia.
Rania knows that fact.
Because I know it so well.
“and.”
With a thud, Rania slapped her forehead.
‘I think this is messed up…’
A tree that should be high in the sky.
A forest that should boast fresh colors.
Things that should be there, things that were there until yesterday, are not here now. Raniel breaks into a cold sweat at that fact. With an entire corner of the forest being cut down, it wasn’t difficult to find the culprit.
“lakh?”
“Yes, Professor Rania.”
“What did you do?”
“I trained.”
“That one?”
Rania pointed to a corner of the forest that had turned into an empty lot. There is a lot of firewood neatly piled up there.
“It’s firewood. In the North, we often overcome the driving snow and wind while cutting down trees in the mountains behind us…”
In front of Lark, who gave explanations with an innocent face, Rania just let out a long sigh.
“···Next time, don’t use an ax in the forest. “If it’s just one or two trees, you can quietly erase the traces, but this is a bit much.”
What should I say to the dean?
After thinking about it, Rania decided not to think about it. As long as she doesn’t get caught, that’s it. The tree will grow again later.
“But still…”
A forest that has become an empty plain.
Rania burst into laughter as she looked at the trees that would have been split in one blow.
“It looks like there has been quite a bit of progress.”
Rania took out a platinum colored glass from her arms.
“Are you up for the challenge?”
She waved the chalice.
That question is not only asked of Lark. Now the Holy Grail is reacting to both people at the same time.
Lark inherited Grace’s sword.
Belnoa signed a contract with the Shadow Dragon Lord.
The two people, each of whom had grown in their own way, nodded almost simultaneously. Both met the qualifications. The Holy Grail opened the way to trials.
2.
“That won’t last long.”
Cardi’s words rang in my ears.
I tilted the chalice and narrowed my eyes. Now that the path to the ordeal has been opened, cracks are forming in the Holy Grail. A little louder and longer.
There is a crack in the Holy Grail.
‘Maybe this will be the last time.’
The Holy Grail is a miraculous relic that provides trials for humans, but Cardi warns that it will not last long. Especially when used on Lark and Belnoa.
Belial, the shadow dragon shaman.
The first warrior, Ganicalt Van Galatric.
They are too large to be contained in a small vessel called the Holy Grail. Even as the passage was being opened, the Holy Grail was creaking.
“When Gleria was around, it was enough to restore the Holy Grail, but not now. I think there is a high probability that the Holy Grail will be damaged if those two children pass the ordeal.”
Cardi mumbled and glanced at me.
“Do you know what this means?”
There’s no way you wouldn’t know.
‘The possibility of continuing into the future is reduced by one.’
That’s what Cardi said.
It was a warning to me, but to be honest, it wasn’t a very useful warning. From the beginning, I was planning to finish everything in this generation.
It was a bit annoying at first, but not anymore.
“Lark, Belnoir.”
I called out two people’s names.
Before walking down the aisle, the two turned their heads and looked at me. I looked at the two and smiled.
“Please say hello to your seniors.”
People who are seniors to me and you.
“And show it to me.”
In the distant past, there were people on this earth who showed human potential. Because of them, the present exists. Because there is a present, there is a future. Even if they failed, the feat they had built did not disappear.
The possibilities they carved into this land have not disappeared and continue.
“Show me what…?”
“Possibility.”
What I saw in you.
“Show me off in such a flashy way that I think this guy might actually be able to do it.”
Even if it is nothing more than a recreated fantasy.
I think it would be good for them to face the possibility and feel relieved. Even if it is meaningless.
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“And, your teacher taught you very well.”
Come brag about me too.
I muttered that and waved my hand. Belnoa and Lark blinked, then burst into laughter and threw themselves across the aisle.
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The moment you open your eyes, what welcomes Belnoa is a wide-open desert. A dry wind blows through the endless desert.
Dry wind.
Last time I stopped by, Belnoir didn’t feel anything special about this wind. She just thought she was the wind blowing in the desert. But not anymore.
‘···It is a wind wrapped around a dragon.’
Wherever there is a dragon, the wind is with it.
Humans who lived in the distant past, even older than ancient times, used to compare dragons to the wind. Wherever the dragon dwells, the wind always blows.
It is not as warm as the wind on a spring day, nor as harsh as the wind on a winter day. A dry wind, nothing else. That is the wind that symbolizes the dragon.
The wind blowing now means one thing.
There is a dragon living in this vast desert. There is no need to ask who that dragon is. Belnoa slowly raised his head.
Sabak.
There is the sound of sand being stepped on.
The sound gets closer. Belnoa also walks towards the place where the sound is coming from. How long did it take to walk like that? Belle Noah stopped in her tracks. I can no longer hear the sound of stepping on sand.
Belnoa saw the shaman standing in front of him.
“See you again, boy.”
Belial, the shadow dragon shaman.
and.
Black Storm, Black Dragon Belial.
Belnoa bowed his head in front of his distant senior, whose identity he now knew. I had just heard a story about Belial from the god I served.
“Meeting an old hero.”
Belial laughed at Belnoa’s greeting.
“Have you heard from the Shadow Dragon Lord?”
Belnoa nodded.
“okay. I guess I’ve met the occasion. A contract was also signed. “It seems like the monarch also cares about you quite a bit.”
“Yes, I just happened to be like that…”
“Good. “It’s a very good thing.”
Haha!
He burst into laughter and tapped Belnoa’s shoulder with a rough hand. Belle Noah gritted his teeth and endured the shock that felt like his shoulder was going to fall off.
“You’ve grown up, boy.”
Snap, the last one is light.
Belial let go of Belnoa’s shoulder and took a step back. He crossed his arms and opened his mouth.
“To the point where I can go through the full ordeal.”
He crossed his arms and said, “Toouk,” and touched my forearm with his index finger. With that alone, the offering was completed. A rising shadow wrapped around Belial’s forearm.
“Are you ready?”
Belnoa does not answer.
I just swing my arms in the air. A shadow wraps around Belnoa’s arm. The shadow that procrastinates hardens. A shadow that resembles dragon scales covers Belnoa’s fingers.
Although it is still only the beginning, it is clear evidence of growth. Belial laughs happily at his junior’s growth.
“Show your worth, boy.”
Show your value.
Prove it.
Show that you deserve to get to the next level.
“Prove it to me.”
3.
Galatric, the holy land of swords.
A canyon created by a single swordsman, and a learning ground that has produced numerous sword adepts. In a place worthy of its name as the sacred place of swords, a swordsman is waiting for him.
Lark looked in front of him.
There is one prosecutor standing there.
With his sword stuck in the ground, he just stands there quietly. He hasn’t changed at all since the last time I saw him.
“Are you here?”
He looked at Lark.
“Lark Van Grace.”
He remembers Lark’s name.
Lark slowly lowered his head towards the hero in front of him. It is a sign of respect towards my ancestors’ teacher, the benefactor who made the North what it is today.
“I heard a story from my ancestors.”
Lark raised his head.
Holding the ax pulled from his belt to his chest, Lark continued speaking.
“I heard everything about how great you are and how much everyone living on this earth owes you.”
A hero who saved this land in ancient times.
To the four heroes, all beings on this earth are indebted to them. It is a debt that cannot even be repaid. Because all of that has been lost.
“But, Grace said.”
Lark slowly removed the ax from his chest.
“To you, more than a hundred words of gratitude and praise…”
Heating.
“I think you’ll like it better this way.”
My heart is beating wildly.
Lark’s eyes flashed red. Ganicalt bursts into laughter at the sight of him looking like he’s about to attack him at any moment.
“indeed.”
He stretched his arms forward.
“It seems like Grace taught you well.”
The hand grasps the hilt of the great sword stuck in the ground. That alone makes the air in the area heavy. A feeling of crushing pressure comes upon me.
Last time it was all I could get through, but now it’s different. Lark takes a step forward without giving in to the pressure.
With a thud, Lark put his foot down.
The great swordsman in front of him is not taking any stance, as if he is willing to give in. Lark thinks about what to show off with his first blow. The worries didn’t last long. All he has to do is show what he is most confident in.
Galatric type, dog(？）.
Lark threw his arms behind his back.
The ax in his hand trembles slightly. The image of the vibrating ax shakes and merges again and again. The moment it came together completely, Lark gritted his teeth and swung the axe.
First meal, Chogyeonsal.
···Originally the first sword of the Galatrick style, Chogyeonsal is a quick sword that is swung at a speed that is impossible to even follow with the eye. The sword, swung at a speed that is difficult to even perceive, blows off the opponent’s head the moment he recognizes it.
That’s why the name given to it was Chogyeonsal (？？？？)… but it wasn’t a technique that suited Grace.
“Anyway, wouldn’t it be a first-time kill if I just kill you with the first hit? As a bonus, if it is difficult to follow it with your eyes, the conditions for first-time viewing are also satisfied. “I interpreted it that way.”
The words he heard at the shrine rang in Lark’s ears.
Indeed, that is the correct interpretation.
No matter what the process is, isn’t it enough as long as the result is the same?
Ugh!
The air is torn apart following the trajectory of Lark’s axe. The torn air has no form. Something different from the sword is tearing the entire area apart.
The moment is when the trajectory is about to engulf Ganikalt.
Kaang!
Ganicalt deflected Lark’s blow with a light wave of his hand. He didn’t think it would work, but he also didn’t think he would be so helplessly blocked. This is because I thought it was a highly complete technology in its own way.
Lark’s thoughts are not wrong.
Even looking at it objectively, the technology developed by Lark has a high level of perfection. He has a good understanding of the technique, and his axe-wielding posture is flawless. There are some errors, but it is very close to perfection.
It’s not perfect, but it’s a blow that even superhumans can praise as excellent. I’m sure I will do that, but…
Not in the eyes of Ganikald van Galatrik.
The swordsman who has achieved a level that no one else has been able to reach with a single sword is more picky than anyone else when it comes to swords (?). In Ganicalt’s eyes, the skills that Lark displayed are not close to perfection, but barely a failing grade.
“That’s not how you swing a sword.”
He raised his sword.
Ganicalt wants to show the original technology (??) to the descendants of the distant future who have developed technology similar to the one he created. Just looking at it will provide great enlightenment.
“Take a good look.”
This is a true blind date.
···There was no one to point out that what Lark was holding was an ax and not a sword.
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fantasy,
