People feel sacred to someone who gives them a miracle when they need it most. Although Kalt had lived his entire life as an atheist, at this moment he was seriously considering converting to the Delohim Church.
“Now, bloom to your heart’s content.”
Taari 200.
It is a miraculous beginning of the year for Kalt.
God does not relieve Kalt’s fatigue, but these miraculous snack bars took away all his fatigue.
“Whoa…”
“Ah, this also smells pretty good. Why doesn’t Taari 200 taste a bit strong? “It feels like I’m washing away that lingering scent with this, but it’s better than I thought.”
“Indeed… washing away the aftertaste of cigarettes with cigarettes is an unexpected method.”
Following Taari 200, Kalt’s body became flabby as he took another sip of tobacco. Lark looked with pity at Kalt, who was sprawled out on the sofa and exhaling thick smoke.
‘···He didn’t do that in the past.’
He was a person with bright eyes.
Where did the intelligence go and the tired office worker was there? Now that I think about it, I’ve seen those sunken eyes somewhere.
‘When I first came to the North, Natida was definitely…’
When I first came to the North, Natida also had eyes like that. Blank eyes filled with fatigue. At first, she thought it was because of the drug, but looking at the situation in front of her, it seemed like it was simply overwork.
“It seems you are still the same hero.”
“No, it got worse.”
“More from there? “It’s terrible…”
“You probably received the letter, right? As the senior is busy preparing for the subjugation battle, everyone around him is divided. There’s no time to rest. “There is no time to rest…”
Kalt muttered with wide eyes, and Natida nodded widely as if she understood everything.
“It’s terrible.”
“It’s terrible. But, what’s even more terrible is…”
“Isn’t it true that the warrior himself works several times more? “He is carrying out a mission that is twice as strong as his superior’s, but he is very perceptive when he is resting.”
“okay. “That’s it.”
Kalt snapped his fingers.
“Senior, aren’t you tired? That guy, staying up all night is basic. “I stayed up all night for 10 days, 3 days a week, and walked around the battlefield without any knowledge… How could I complain about having stayed up all night for 3 days?”
“I understand. really.”
It wasn’t just verbal sympathy.
Natida was also Rania’s aide until she moved to Lark’s aide. They say they have personally experienced a workload that would make even superhumans hesitate.
“Thank you for your hard work, really.”
While a strange sense of empathy was formed between the two, Kalt let out a long smoke for the last time. After blowing out the cigarette and ventilating the room properly, Kalt cleared his throat briefly.
“It was late to say hello, but…”
Kalt laughed awkwardly.
“I am Kalt, who serves as an aide to the hero, Rania Van Trias. Lacroix is spherical. “This is my first meeting with the saint there.”
Kalt took out a letter from his pocket.
“The reason I was dispatched to Krempelia was to deliver this letter and to assist with the mission written in the letter.”
“Mission… are you talking about?”
“okay. lakh.”
A sword used by Kuntel, and now a sword that Kalt has inherited. The hilt of the sword had a specific pattern engraved on it. Kalt opened his mouth, pointing to the symbol.
“Do you know about Galatric, the sacred place of the sword?”
A mission given to the general commander of Krempelia.
It was an investigation into Galatric, the holy land of swords.
2.
Galatric, the holy land of swords.
Located not far from Krempelia, the place was once called the Holy Land, but is now called the Tomb of the Sword. A place that raised many sword masters, but at the same time became their tomb.
“The Holy Grail is there. This is also the reason why so many superhumans were produced from Galatric. Of course, the Holy Grail is damaged now and cannot function properly…”
Kalt tapped the table.
“The divine power contained in the Holy Grail. “My senior judged that it was ‘necessary’ before the battle to subdue the apostates.”
War to subdue apostates.
Since documents were delivered to all participants, Rak and Natida also roughly knew information about the subjugation war. Rak nodded his head and Kalt continued.
“Our purpose is to retrieve the Holy Grail. What is absolutely necessary for that recovery process is you, Rak.”
Kalt winked.
“It’s Nathi, a saint of our time. “It’s you.”
“Are you talking about me too?”
“Because the only one who can ‘completely’ recover the damaged Holy Grail is a saint. As for Lark, I don’t know much about it…”
Kalt let out a short breath.
“You have that sword that shines for some reason, right? A sword similar to the sword of death. “He said he needed that sword.”
“I think I know why.”
“Maybe that’s why I can’t tell you.”
Kalt laughed bitterly.
Kalt was vaguely aware that there was information that could only be accessed if certain conditions were met. Even if I don’t know the details, it’s probably related to a disaster.
“Originally, the Holy Land of the Sword was the place where the sword of death resides and was considered Ganikalt’s territory, so one had to risk one’s life to enter it… but that is no longer the case.”
Kalt said, pointing to the letter.
“Senior asserted that the sword of death resides in a place called ‘Gehete.’ Currently, there are no Ganicalts in Galatric. Of course, there will be traces of death left behind, but we will never encounter disaster.”
So, Kalt snapped his fingers.
“After we rush in, we recapture the Holy Grail and escape. “There’s nothing good about staying too long.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Lark asked, “Then when will the mission be carried out?” Kalt gave a short answer to that question.
“Tomorrow at dawn.”
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There is nothing good about the general commander being away for a long time. Kalt emphasized that now that the movement of the Demon King’s army has slowed down, there is a need to quickly retrieve it.
“Then I think I’ve conveyed everything I had to convey…”
I’d like to sleep in until dawn tomorrow. Can you lend me some barracks? Kalt, who was muttering like that, inadvertently closed his mouth. It was because I saw Natida’s face.
“Is there anything wrong with it?”
A pale complexion.
Kalt asked a question at Natida’s pale face, and Natida slowly opened her mouth.
“That’s true…”
* * *
“I am a failure.”
Berserker, Rak Van Grace said.
Even though everything, including the Grace family, was reduced to ashes, he still called himself ‘Lark Van Grace’. As if he had to be Grace as much as he was.
“He helped me, but even though he saved me time and time again… I could not stand by his side.”
A bonfire crackling and burning.
Lark said as he put twigs into the campfire.
“When he needed help the most, I was unable to help him. Instead, he grabbed my ankle. He had to force him to make a choice.”
Burning tree branches.
Firewood turned into ashes.
“In the end, he chose the other side, and my hometown burned to the ground. By just one person. “With just one prosecutor… everything disappeared.”
Lark laughed bitterly.
“My hometown, my warriors, my brothers, my parents, and everything I have to protect. I lost everything.”
What was the reason you had to lose it?
The berserker who muttered this answered briefly.
“Because I was weak.”
I lost it because I was weak. Everything.
“Now that I’ve lost everything, I shouldn’t have anything to protect. That’s why he was called the Berserker, and he inherited the name of the Sword Demon.”
Berserker, Lark Van Grace.
Another name is Sword Demon, who is crazy about revenge.
“But, that’s funny.”
Blazing bonfire.
Lark looked at the woman sitting across from me.
“I tried to take advantage of you. I wanted to use your traits and hurt you to achieve my goals. “It must have been like that at first…”
Saint, Natida.
A woman whose life was ruined by the religious order. She is a woman who hates everything in the world at the same time. She is an addict who cannot remain sane without relying on sexual relics.
“For some reason, I can’t do that.”
“···is it so?”
“Yes, that happened.”
Lark let out a long sigh.
“I wanted to protect it, rather.”
“me?”
“yes. “Funny.”
“You seem crazy. “What do you gain by protecting me?”
“That’s right.”
There would be nothing to gain.
It will only hinder you from achieving your goal.
Lark, who was muttering like that, answered with a smile.
“I guess I like you.”
“You have unique tastes.”
Natida laughed. Her body is already completely broken. He is a drug addict and is treated like a dog by the church. He has a miserable body that cannot even survive without the treatment given by the church.
What was it about me that I liked so much?
“I don’t even know my worth. “What value did you see in me?”
“Is that really necessary? In any case, this is a world where value has become infinitely rare. “I’m just attracted to you.”
“That’s a very rough confession.”
“You don’t like it?”
“There’s no way I wouldn’t like it. “I think it would be fun for ten years just to eat my face off.”
Natida smiled and moved away. Not across from Lark, but next to Lark. Natida said, leaning her head on Rak’s shoulder.
“It’s tomorrow.”
“yes.”
“Do I really have to do this?”
“You won’t get hurt.”
“I mean you, not me.”
“···It’ll be okay.”
“I don’t think it’ll be okay.”
“Still, I promise you one thing.”
Lark said.
“No matter what situation happens, I will protect you.”
The moment those words echoed in her ears, Natida opened her eyes. When you open your eyes, what you see is not a bonfire. It’s a familiar ceiling. Natida woke up from a dream and slowly stood up.
“···Phew.”
My clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Natida reached out and picked up a cigar from the shelf and lit it. Chiik, tak. Natida wiped away her cold sweat as she burned the tobacco. It was that dream again.
A dream that may be a precognition or a delusion.
Natida knows what happens next to the broken dream.
Lark in the dream kept his promise. But he didn’t come back. In the operation that was deployed, Lark was used as a discard to waste time, and eventually died.
···Is it a coincidence or an inevitability?
In the dream, Natida was in the Canyon of the Sword.
Burning a bonfire in the Sword Canyon, I was waiting for something with Lark. The mission given to them was to block any entity trying to pass through the Sword Canyon.
The scenery I saw in my dream.
Now, the mission she was assigned to in real life, ‘retrieval of the Holy Grail’, kept getting mixed up in Natida’s mind.
“···What the hell.”
Natida tangled my hair.
What on earth did you see in your dream?
It is too different from the present to be foresight. In the first place, he was saved by Rania, not Lark. He is not broken like in the dream, and Lark’s family is also intact.
So is this a delusion?
However, it is too clear to be a delusion…
“Ugh.”
Natida frowned.
What I saw at the end of the dream. This is because the unknown being that appeared in the Canyon of the Sword came to mind. Just thinking about it made Natida’s nose bleed.
I can’t remember the shape.
All I can think of is the name.
Natida tried to spit out the name of the being that Lark had called out in the dream while gritting his teeth.
“···Yeokcheon.”
The sword of reverse heaven.
That’s what Lark called the existence.
3.
“The sword of reverse heaven…?”
『Yes, senior.』
A communication from Kalt arrived via the emergency communication circuit.
Kalt said: The saint, Natida, had a dream, and the future she saw in the dream was a scene of Lark’s death by the ‘Sword of Reverse Heaven’.
『I pretended not to notice at the time, but if it was the sword of heaven…』
Kalt knows.
Because I have faced the sword of heaven.
『Isn’t it Kyle Torben?』
Raniel was silent.
It is a future that has disappeared. Because Kyle was recorded as a ‘hero’ rather than a sword of heaven. It is a future that can never happen in today’s world.
But that’s not the point.
“The important thing is that the child saw the future.”
Natida herself seems confused as to whether it is a precognition or a delusion… but Raniel knows. What Natida saw was the future.
‘Even if it’s a future that won’t happen.’
Natida had foresight in some way.
And, in the past hundreds of years, there has only been one case of foresight coming down in the form of a dream.
“The sword of death, Ganicalt.”
Foresight has always pointed to death.
“······.”
Raniel wordlessly unfolded the map.
There is no movement at the point marked on the map. The sword of death still rests in Gehete. He’s just waiting there for his end, there’s no way he can move.
Because that is also a type of contract.
Raniel frowned.
After a moment of contemplation, she opened her mouth.
fantasy,
