The sword rings.
The moment Death draws his sword, the sound of the sword is low and cool. It was only for a moment that the sword’s name rang out, but the echo covered the canyon, traveling from sword to sword.
Guuuuung.
Dozens or hundreds of swords stuck in the sword tomb.
The lost swords trembled loudly as if they were kneeling and bowing to the owner of this canyon at the death that appeared here. Some of them could not withstand the sound and broke.
The name of the sword came back as a scream.
Death raised his sword between the quivering hilts. The point of the sword is aimed at the beast that has stepped into its territory. Death held the sword in his right hand as he pointed the tip of the sword at the beast. An arm that originally belonged to an animal.
“I ask.”
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
A proud prosecutor asked a question.
“Are you an animal?”
Or, if not…
“Do you still want to be a prosecutor?”
Death recognizes the beast.
A prosecutor who challenged himself in the past. After hundreds of years had passed, death asked the enemy he met again. Are you still the same prosecutor you were then?
“I am.”
And, the beast.
“I am Barta.”
The King of Demonic Beasts answers the question of death.
Barta, the king of demonic beasts, raised his sword. Barta aimed the tip of the sword held in his left hand at Death.
“I hope. “The rematch of that day.”
Next day.
I hope for the next one that I didn’t see that day.
Barta gave an answer.
“is it.”
Death threw his sword toward the sky.
“Whoa,” Ganicalt stretched out his hand toward the sword that fell and spun in the air. The stretched out thing is a human arm. With his left hand, Ganikhalt grasped the hilt of his sword.
“Then you are a prosecutor.”
Ganicalt takes a stance, holding the sword with his left hand.
Ganicalt pays his respects to his rival, who appears in front of him once again after skipping hundreds of years.
“Ahh, ahhh!”
Barta laughed with his wide-open mouth, and took the exact same posture as the swordsman in front of him in delight. At this moment, Barta recalls the past. He pondered his death and his last moments.
So much has changed since that day.
Even the appearance of that proud swordsman has changed.
‘I guess that’s fine.’
Really, it’s probably a good thing. The author is still a prosecutor and hopes to still be a prosecutor. A lot has changed, but that much hasn’t changed. That was enough. There was no need for any further conversation.
A swordsman is a person who speaks with the sword.
What lies on the blade is faith.
The path drawn by the blade is the path you have walked.
So, the path drawn with a sword… ultimately means the life of a swordsman.
If you identify yourself as a swordsman, all you need to see is the length of the sword, and all you need to see is one sword. Barta’s eyes flashed blue. Ganicalt’s eyes became cold.
At exactly the same moment, the two prosecutors took a step forward. “Cow,” the ground rumbles. Beyond the ringing ground, two swords trace exactly the same trajectory. A swift blow that is impossible even to follow with the eyes.
Galatrick style, first type of first sight killing.
A flash of light.
Suddenly.
A resounding cutting sound.
The sound resonated first, followed by the phenomenon.
The walls of the canyon, the bouncing rocks, the rising dust, the numerous swords stuck in the sword grave, the debris, the traces of death, everything, everything in sight is cracked.
Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
As sword energy clashed with sword energy, Barta kicked the ground and rushed forward. Ganicalt took a big step forward. The sword energy that collided between the two exploded and scattered in all directions. Barta swung his sword through the flying sword energy. Ganicalt also swung his sword.
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
Barta, the king of demonic beasts.
A reunion that took place after hundreds of years.
The moment the two swords and the two blades collided, a thunderous roar shook the canyon.
2.
Torn space, the sword of death appears.
Even in an embarrassing situation, Lark moved his body. He started running towards Natida, supporting the fallen Kalt.
Kang, kaaaaaaang!
The sound of swords clashing against one another rings loudly in my ears. Lark had to focus all his attention not to get caught up in the fight. Every time the sound of swords clashing rang out, sword energy flew in all directions. The canyon collapsed and the fallen rocks shook the ground.
“···Phew!”
With the surging sword energy cutting his skin, Lark arrived in front of Natida, who was lying down. There was a torn space right in front of Natida, and that space became a shield, protecting Natida.
Beyond the torn space lies a meadow.
Lark knew that meadow.
A story I heard while receiving information about Alkeia, where apostates reside. Where the sword of death dwells. A vast black field.
Gehete, the place where death is silent.
A field visible beyond space. The sky over that field was torn to shreds. As if it had been cut with a sword. Glancing at the scene, Lark carried Natida, who had fallen, on his back. He had to get out of this place.
Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!
A roar like thunder.
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Lark, who had turned his back and was walking away from the canyon, looked back. There, a duel that would never be recorded in any history was taking place. Two swordsmen who have reached a higher level than anyone else are swinging their swords at each other.
Every time you swing the sword, space is torn apart.
Every time the swords clashed, everything visible turned upside down. The rock that was bouncing up into the sky is struck by a sword strike and crashes into the wall, and the debris that was falling down suddenly repeatedly rises into the sky.
···When I first encountered the sword of death.
Lark did not understand the sword that Ganikalt was wielding, nor the sword that Kyle was swinging against him. But not now. Lark opened his eyes wide.
It seemed. The sword they wield.
I could see the sword road they were drawing.
It’s not just because he became a superman. Because they wield the same sword. You can see it because they use the same sword technique. And, this also applies to Kalt. Kalt saw the same scene as Lark with blood-soaked, red eyes.
A being that has arrived at the destination the prosecutor aims for.
Just looking at the skills that that being uses is enlightenment, and more than anything else, it is a great teacher. Even as he walked away from the fight, Lark didn’t take his eyes off him. He wanted to see a little more.
Because I had to stand there someday.
And, this is the moment when Lark steps into the entrance of the Sword Canyon. The moment they were about to leave the canyon, Ganicalt raised his sword toward the sky.
“···ah.”
Lark sighed.
Lark, with his eyes wide open, hastily changed his posture. Looking ahead, he kicked the ground with all his might and ran. He needed to get away from this place just a little longer. Because Rak’s intuition was warning him.
That intuition was right.
Lark listened.
A quiet cutting sound echoes from behind. The roar of swords clashing with swords. And the sound of something cracking.
Wow.
A cutting sound rang out first, followed by a shock. A strong wind is blowing out from behind. Lark rolled across the floor, pushed by the wind blowing outward from the center of the canyon. After rolling on the floor for a while, Lark looked up at the sky, moaning.
“······.”
The sky was cut at an angle.
What is visible beyond the cut clouds and beyond the blue sky is the outside of the world. This was followed by the sound of the gorge collapsing with a thud and a thud.
A side of a slanted canyon.
The inside of the canyon could no longer be seen because it was obscured by a pile of stones that slipped and fell into the canyon. However, the sound of swords clashing was still echoing there.
‘What is that…’
As Lark was looking at the sky with blank eyes, laughter was heard next to him.
“Huh…”
Kalt laughs.
Kalt, who was lying face down on the floor and looking at the same scene as Lark, burst out laughing. It was because he remembered what he had said before.
“What is it, Kalt? Is it possible for a prosecutor to do something like this?”
A question asked by his senior.
What did you answer to that question?
“Hey. “Say something that makes sense.”
“How could something like that be possible? If something like that is possible, it’s not a swordsman, but a sword mage. Sword wizard. “You have to say something that makes sense.”
Kalt exhaled briefly, “Huh.”
“There was. “Sword Wizard.”
3.
Lark returned to the base, Krempelia.
When Rak, Kalt, and Natida returned to the base in complete health, the troops staying at the base had already completed their combat readiness. they said
“The hero, Rania…”
Champion, Rania Van Trias.
If the three people, including Lark, do not return by tonight, an urgent telegram was sent telling them to postpone the front line and wait for him to join them.
Lark responded that he would contact them directly and bitten the knights. Lark entered the Krempelia Castle and activated the communication magic tool. For a moment, the communication circuit installed in the castle began to blink.
“···lakh?”
Raniel’s voice was heard.
Voices of confusion, relief, and surprise. The sound of Raniel taking a breath rang out beyond the magic tool for a while. There was also the sound of someone collapsing into their seat.
『I’m really, really glad you came back alive. First, can you tell me a story? Why did even Varta and Ganicalt appear there…』
“I will tell you that.”
As soon as he entered the castle, Kalt opened his mouth while receiving treatment from the priests who rushed to him. Be as concise as possible. Kalt summarized the main points and submitted his report.
『······.』
Raniel could not answer right away.
Because she herself didn’t really understand what she heard. During the decisive battle with Varta, Ganicalt appears in the canyon in response to Natida’s prayers? Tearing up space? From Gehete at the end of the Demonic Sutra to here?
“···first.”
After taking a long breath, Raniel opened his mouth.
『I understand the situation. The operation is postponed indefinitely. I thought this was wrong from the beginning. If I was going to go, I should have gone myself, but I made a wrong decision. sorry.”
“Who would have guessed? “It would even tear up the gate generator.”
Kalt let out a long sigh.
“But somehow I survived. This time she really thought she was going to die. “I thought I was going to die without being able to receive a building from my senior… Fortunately, I was able to avoid such an unfortunate incident.”
Several high-ranking priests rushed in and were treating Kalt’s hands and arms, but all that could be heard was the crunching, crunching sound of bones being adjusted. Kalt couldn’t even feel the pain properly, so he let out a laugh.
“I think we should try to retrieve the Holy Grail only after the fight between those crazy sword wizards is over. “If I were to set foot in that place right now, I don’t think I would be able to recover even my bones.”
『···Sword Wizard?』
“There is such a thing. I will report back to you with more details after receiving treatment. “I’m losing so much blood that I can’t move my head right now.”
『Okay, then let’s do that…』
That was the moment when I was about to cut off communication.
“There’s no need for that.”
Blurry voice.
“There is no need to rebuild the Holy Grail recovery operation.”
Natida, who had her eyes closed, slowly opened them. She moaned and stretched out her arms in front of her. Her blood-dripping grip. A platinum-colored starlight flashed out from its grasp.
The starlight eventually took the shape of a cup.
The shape of a shattered glass. The broken Holy Grail, the original goal of the mission, was there.
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