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Gehete, the place where death is silent.
Even though the owner of this land disappeared, the appearance of the wilderness did not change at all. The wilderness was still full of traces left by the sword, but it was still a wilderness.
The center of a cut and cut wilderness. A single sword stuck among the numerous sword marks was all that Ganicalt van Galatric had left behind. Suddenly, a ray of wind blew across the wilderness and crumbled the soot that was stuck to the sword.
Patter.
The sword, which had shaken off the soot, glowed softly in the sunlight peeking out from between the cut clouds. Ganikalt van Galatric has entered eternal rest. Kyle smiled bitterly as he looked at his dusty remains.
“You were consistent until the end.”
Kyle briefly raised his sword towards his senior, who met death as a warrior, not with the sword of death. Kyle let out a long breath, remembering the man who consistently shouted his pride until the very end.
And then, shake it off.
Kyle turned his head at the sound coming from next to him. There was Raniel, slumped in his seat and letting out a long breath. She looked down at Rani El with the feeling that Kyle was very unfamiliar.
“······.”
“what.”
Raniel tilted his head.
“Is this your first time seeing someone collapse?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“But why.”
“It’s very strange. You doing that.”
“Sigh,” Raniel laughed.
With a smile on her face, she stretched out her arms. She stretched out and grabbed Kyle’s ankle. Kyle let out an ‘Ugh’ sound and sat down in her seat.
“You should sit down instead of standing with your teeth clenched. It’s the same for you and me that it’s difficult to move even a finger.”
It was just as Raniel said.
Kyle is a man who has pushed his body beyond its limits, dragging the backlash of the heavens. Although even standing right now was a penance… Slumped down in his seat, Kyle glanced at Raniel with a suspicious look.
“······.”
“Why are you looking at me like that? There’s no one watching, it’s just us, we’ve done everything we need to do, so why not just sit down?”
“It’s not wrong, but…”
“Why is it because it reminds me of the old days?”
Raniel shrugged his shoulders.
This was because I could guess why Kyle was looking at me like that. After all, even the day he defeated the black dragon and the day he first defeated Skebal… he always stood there with his teeth clenched.
Because I thought I should never sit down.
Because I thought I should always stand upright and be an example.
However, starting that day, she became free from such obsessions. Raniel let out an easy laugh and patted the mangled bone in his finger. She continued her words, aligning her fingers.
“It’s been a few years since then, and you’re still like that?”
“···Well, it’s not wrong.”
Kyle sighed and laughed.
Even though he was asleep, many years have passed since that day. It is at least 4 to 5 years. It would have been enough time for one person to change.
“Wow,” Raniel adjusted his bent thumb and squeezed and squeezed his hand several times.
Then, as if that was enough, she clenched her fist and stretched it out towards Kyle. Kyle, who was looking at her fist aimed at him, blinked her eyes and then laughed as if she was dumbfounded.
“okay.”
Tuk.
“It’s been a while, Raniel.”
The clenched fists clashed lightly with each other.
“I will return to the royal capital.”
After a while, Kalt, covered in bandages, stood up and groaned.
“The sword is broken, and my physical condition is like this, so I don’t think I will be of any help in the next battle.”
From the beginning, the subjugation of the Demon King was an operation in which Raniel was deployed alone. Kalt knew very well that his role was over and that trying to follow him further would only hold him back.
“I would like to return to the royal capital and report that the Sword of Death has been subdued… and take command of the hounds. There is still a mountain of work to be done.”
A battle for the fate of mankind is taking place at both ends of the continent, but knights are not just playing around. A group of demonic beasts seething from various places, drawn by the demon lord’s movements. Kalt said he would help subdue them.
“If I had to do it, I would have tried to follow my senior, even if I had to force myself to do so…”
Kalt shrugged and glanced at Kyle.
“You don’t have to worry anymore.”
“What are you worried about?”
“Did you think I didn’t know?”
Kalt laughed bitterly.
“Also, weren’t you trying to burn off your life? Just looking at the cancer, it looks like you came here with the intention of dying, so I was planning on clenching my teeth and following you until the demon lord is subdued.”
Raniel flinched and trembled.
“···Did you know?”
“Don’t you know that? I’ve been following you around for a day or two. I’ll be waiting for you in the capital, so please come back alive. If you come back alive, won’t I be given a nice building?”
Kalt packed his bags. While packing, Kalt suddenly turned his head and looked at Kyle.
“Please, senior, please do me a favor. Kyle… No, what should I call you? Please wait a moment.”
Calt mumbled for a while while smoothing his chin. Sword superman? senior? Hero? Sentai warrior? After muttering for a while, Kalt finally said a title.
“···Sword Saint.”
“Sword Saint?”
“Yes, Sword Saint.”
Kalt let out a sigh of regret, like a child whose beloved item was taken away.
“It’s a title I originally had, but isn’t it a second name given to humanity’s greatest swordsman? It’s also the name given to Galatric’s legitimate successor.”
Sword Saint.
It was a title I quite liked, but now that its owner has appeared, it would be right to return it. Kalt rummaged through his belongings and handed Kyle a medal with Galatric’s symbol engraved on it.
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“I think it suits you better, Kyle.”
Kyle, who was looking at the medal Kalt held out, slowly shook his head.
“Sword Saint, Hero, Strongest Hero, such heavy titles are acceptable. I have played such roles to the point where I am tired of them.”
Kyle tapped the hilt of the sword on his belt.
“For me, a prosecutor. This one is enough.”
“···Is that so?”
Kalt smiled happily.
Well, whatever. Muttering that, Kalt hung the medal on his chest again.
“A swordsman. You really know romance. You are worthy of the person who defeated the first swordsman head-on. Since ancient times, a swordsman…”
“Don’t you just not want to lose that title and medal?”
“Gal (喝)! You may not know this, but the world of swords has a profound and mysterious romance that cannot be fully explained in words.”
“What kind of bullshit…”
Kalt, who was packing his luggage with a straight face, whistled. The wyvern hovering in the sky landed in front of Kalt. In the chaos that turned the sky and the ground upside down, most of the Wyvern’s armor was torn, but there seemed to be no problem with flight.
“You’re not taking that sword?”
To Kalt, who was riding a wyvern, Raniel pointed to Ganicalt’s sword stuck in the ground. It was a sword whose shade had fallen off and had become an ordinary blade.
Kalt answered yes to that question.
“I’m not ready to serve him yet. Once all the fighting is over and the Sword Canyon is reorganized… then I’ll have to move him.”
“And that’s it,” Kalt laughed.
“Wouldn’t it be better for him to stay here for a while? From here, where the view is wide, you will be able to see the battle in the temple beyond and the sky clearly.”
I’ll see you in the royal capital then.
With those words left behind, Kalt left for the royal capital.
“so.”
Raniel opened his mouth, breaking the silence that had been hanging over the plain for a while. Raniel asked a question, glancing at Kyle.
“How on earth did you do this?”
“what.”
“What are you talking about, you bastard?”
Raniel looked at Kyle as if he was dumbfounded.
“You woke up. And, what is that?”
She stretched out her hand and pointed to where Ganicalt’s sword was stuck. The place where Kyle and Ganicalt fell with a sudden sword strike. From the place where the cut rocks were arbitrarily placed, a line was drawn toward the sky.
A line created by mixing Yeokcheon and Yeokcheon.
The scenery was split in half along that line. Even the clouds and blue sky above. Raniel laughed as he pointed to the world split in half.
“How did you do all of that? Wasn’t it like that when you fought me?”
“well···.”
Where should I start explaining?
Kyle, who was choosing what to say, suddenly burst into laughter. It was because a good idea came into her head. Kyle cleared her throat, thinking of an unlucky wizard.
“I heard it worked because I did it?”
As if it really was nothing.
As if it happened by chance. Kyle imitated Raniel’s accent as best as she could… and when she saw that, Raniel’s expression crumpled.
“What? Is it okay to do it? No, what?”
Kyle burst into laughter at the sight of Raniel tilting his head with a very sour expression. Kyle, who was suppressing his laughter, let out a long breath.
“under···.”
Kyle lifted his head, exhaling.
Raising his head at an angle, Kyle looked at the sky. A view of the sky split in half. Kyle said while looking at the scenery created by the sword of the reverse sky.
“The day I cut down the Demon King, I must have reached the end of the sword path. If it was the way it was supposed to be, I should have died there.”
“···that.”
“Yes. The Demon King saved me, and you turned me back into a human after the Demon King had transformed me.”
He completed the Sword of Yeokcheon at the cost of his life.
I burned my life and reached the limit of my sword. At the end of his life, it was none other than Raniel and Sarah, the Goddess of Ash, who turned him back into a human and gave him a second life.
“And the sword that I thought about swinging only once in my life… I swung it like crazy while fighting you. It’s largely because of that that I was able to adapt to the sword of heaven.”
Raniel sighed, “Alas.”
Raniel groaned, pressing his chest for no reason. This was because a memory that pierced my heart came to mind.
“It was really strong.”
Kyle was saying that just as Raniel grew into a superhuman after losing the starlight in the decisive battle that day, he too had grown. “That’s not all,” Kyle let out a long breath.
“There were various reasons. There were things I saw in my dreams for a long time, but this is not something worth talking about here.”
“Dream? What dream?”
“There is such a thing. Anyway, many things overlapped and piled up to get to this point… Isn’t all that’s left to do is prove my skills? So I proved it.”
I surpassed you.
My sword has reached you. Kyle went out of his way to prove it, and the scene split in half was the result.
“And you?”
Kyle glanced at Raniel.
“It seemed like you had prepared something earlier. Why didn’t you use it?”
A fragment of the truth that Raniel showed to Ganicalt as he was about to die. Just as Ganicalt vaguely understood that part, Kyle could also understand it to some extent.
“I don’t know much about magic, but isn’t that the limit of magic you’ve reached?”
“It’s the limit.”
“Then why…”
“Because I can’t win anyway.”
Raniel sighed.
“You sword wizards… No, what swordsmen pursue and what wizards pursue have different directions.”
However, if swordsmen sharpen their swords to cut everything with a single sword… wizards use magic to reach the distant sky, not the enemy in front of them. stack up
“And, even if I showed it to Ganicalt, I probably wouldn’t have won. It was unfinished to begin with.”
Sighing, she stretched out her hand and pointed to the sky.
“This can only be completed when you get up there, and you can use it only when you get there.”
“···What on earth are you trying to do over there?”
“Do you want to know?”
Raniel let out a mischievous laugh.
She said something while laughing, and Kyle listened. The more she listened to the story, the more she laughed as if Kyle was dumbfounded.
It was an absurd story.
It was a story like something out of a fairy tale.
It was a story worthy of ridicule because it was a delusion.
However, it was a story that Raniel van Trias would have told. Since the person speaking was Raniel, it was not just a story worthy of delusion. That’s why Kyle asked a question.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m serious, then.”
“So you want help?”
“I didn’t ask for help.”
Kyle chuckled.
“I guess I’ll have to get it with expensive alcohol.”
“No, you didn’t ask for help?”
“Then it’s like paying back what you owe.”
Saying that, Kyle stood up.
This time, it was Kyle who stood up first, not Raniel. Kyle stood up first and extended his hand towards Raniel, who was sitting and resting. Just like Raniel did in the past.
“Stand up, Raniel.”
Kyle laughed.
“Because there is still work to be done.”
“Anyway.”
Whoop, Raniel stood up, clenching his hands. Standing at the same point, the two looked across the wilderness. A vast wilderness. Arcadia, the temple of shadow beyond.
“I’ll tell you in advance, it’s impossible to use the Sword of Reverse Heaven any more.”
“There’s no need, dude. I was going to catch it by myself in the first place.”
“Way?”
Crank.
“Is this enough?”
“Indeed, that will be enough.”
“Well, and… I also have a favor to ask you.”
Ganicalt met death with satisfaction both as a disaster, as a hero, as a warrior, and as a swordsman. But there was just one thing he couldn’t achieve.
“We must liberate you.”
The complete liberation of my master.
Bringing rest to the Queen of Arcadia. Because it was a wish that only Raniel, and no one else, could make come true.
widely.
Raniel walked towards Alkeia.
Kyle walked at the same speed and same stride as Raniel. Only the person in charge of the role of the warrior has changed, but the job to be done has not.
“Go ahead, next time.”
Let’s head next.
Next to the stage we had to run away from that day.
fantasy,
