episode_0150

Alana’s gaze deepened.

Her halo glowed brighter.

What was contained in the pink eyes was the image of a suffering sword.

The resonating divine power allowed him to fathom the depth of the guilt he felt.

Anger, self-reproach, and resentment toward my helpless self were eating away at the knife.

As much as the sword was in pain, the heart of the saint who looked at him with love was also in pain.

And then suddenly a premonition unfolds.

As the crisis came, her abilities as a saint became stronger.

But that’s it.

The problem is that even though we can see the future, we don’t have the power to change it.

The sight Alana is seeing now is a horrific sight, covered in blood.

Nathan asked, looking at Alana, whose whole body was shaking like an aspen tree.

“Saint, are you okay?”

Alana looked at the knife instead of answering.

Karl grabbed her, seeming surprised at her face that had turned pale in an instant.

“Alana, what’s wrong? Why are you doing this?”

“…We can’t win here.”

Alana’s voice was shaking.

“Carl, if this continues, you will die. Sir Nathan…”

Carl shouted with an expression of disbelief.

“That’s ridiculous. If we fight together-”

“No.”

Alana’s trembling voice became firm.

“This future won’t change. Because I saw it.”

She looked back at Nathan, who had a heavy expression on his face. At the same time, she pointed at Alex and Tress.

“Sir Nathan, you will not settle with that man. That knight is your equal or greater.”

“……”

“And while Sir Nathan is struggling with that man, Guardian Knight Tress will come for you, Carl. You, with an injured shoulder, fight back fiercely, and eventually… eventually…!”

Alana, who was speaking as she saw, got choked up and couldn’t finish her words.

I closed my eyes and looked into the empty space, trying hard to hold back my tears.

“Use the sword. Sir Nathan, if it’s your relic, you can get out of here.”

“But my black…”

“I know. You can only use it for two. You and the person you’re holding onto can only take one with you.”

Alana opened her eyes again and spoke without wavering an inch.

“This is an order. Take your sword and leave.”

“!”

“Kal must live. He… He is the only hope. He is the one who will save the world.”

Carl couldn’t convince himself.

He grabbed Alana’s wrist.

“No! What are you talking about! How could I leave you… Don’t say weird things, Alana!”

Alana smiled and shook her head.

The gaze was warm, but also firm.

“Kal, you must survive. And become strong. Become poisonous. Didn’t I tell you? You’re not enough. ”

“No… No… This can’t be happening. Because of me, because I’m being complacent, this can’t be happening…!”

“I’ll wait, for you to get stronger and come save me.”

Tears flowed down.

Only tears that flowed ceaselessly remained in Karl’s eyes as he cursed his own helplessness.

Carl extended his holy sword towards the imperial knights who were slowly approaching.

The tip of the holy sword, held in one hand, was shaking due to the injury.

“Please… Please give me strength just one more time! Just like that time…!”

He muttered like a madman.

Please, just like back then, give me everything, body and soul.

He shouted at his future self, or the author, or the original character.

But nothing happened.

Only the holy sword, squeezed to its limit, was shining pitifully.

And the brighter the light the Holy Sword emitted, the weaker the body of the sword wielder became.

At that moment, Nathan grabbed Carl’s arm.

“There is no time. The trust has already been given.”

“I can’t go! How can I run away leaving Alana behind? Lord Nathan, don’t use your sword!”

Carl struggled, but his staggering body was unable to shake off Nathan.

Nathan’s sword glowed.

“Sir Major.”

His characteristically friendly voice became low and solemn.

“Your complacent judgment is what put the saint in danger.”

The movement of the sword stopped.

Nathan didn’t miss the opportunity and grabbed his bleeding shoulder tightly.

Carl swallowed a groan.

“It’s because you weren’t strong enough. It’s because you didn’t properly judge the situation, underestimated the princess, didn’t understand the malice of her subordinates, and even brought the saintess to this place.”

“I… I…!”

The voice of the sword trembled in pain.

It’s probably not the pain in his shoulder that’s bothering him, but the pain in his heart.

“Please prove it.”

Nathan said coldly.

“If you truly care about the saint, and want to be her knight, prove it by surviving and growing stronger, not dying here and now. That’s exactly what the saint wants right now.”

Karl was speechless.

Anger and guilt were intertwined in my heart.

“I believe in the saint’s foresight. I also believe in her judgment that prioritizes the holy sword.”

“Alana…”

Tears flowed down Karl’s cheeks.

He lowered his head and muttered softly, looking at Alana.

The saint could not bear to look at him.

Because I feel like my heart is going to weaken.

Instead, he nodded at Nathan.

Nathan, seeing the signal, raised his sword.

Light radiated from his fingertips.

Carl reached out to Alana one last time.

“I will definitely come to save you. Definitely… Definitely…!”

Alana smiled.

“Believe me. I’ll wait. Just like I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”

In an instant, light exploded and the two people disappeared.

Alana, left behind, faced the two knights approaching her.

He spoke with a determined voice, wiping away tears.

“It’s not over yet. As long as the Holy Sword… the sword exists, your master will never win.”

*

“Light always betrays. No matter how much you scream, nothing changes.”

“……”

“To be abandoned by the knights you trusted. Isn’t that a tragedy? Saintess.”

Tress stood before the saintess, speaking dryly.

Alana bit her lip, glaring at Tress coldly.

Her eyes never wavered.

“You weren’t abandoned. You trusted me and left. Unlike a puppet like you who doesn’t even understand that.”

Tress shrugged and raised her sword.

“Well, if that’s what you want to believe. But the fact that you’re alone won’t change. What good is a blessing from a great god in this situation? What good is faith?”

“Why do you… why do you hate light so much? Why is a knight who can wield the Heavenly Sword, and a knight as strong as you!”

“……”

His blonde hair was disheveled from the fight, and his red eyes beneath it looked tired.

An immeasurable sadness appeared on Tress’s shadowy face.

But before she knew it, Alex was behind the saintess and grabbed her shoulders.

Alana opened her eyes wide and gasped in surprise.

It felt like a snake was crawling on my shoulder.

“Saint, you are truly noble. You sacrificed yourself for everyone.”

Alex’s voice was sharp and full of mockery.

He stroked Alana’s shoulder and nuzzled her hair, breathing deeply.

“Noble people usually play noble to the end. In that sense, it is truly a sight to behold… a magnificent sight.”

Alex burst out laughing.

However, when the tip of Tress’s sword, which had been pointed at Alana, turned towards himself, his taunting stopped.

“That’s where the rudeness ends. If Her Highness the Princess saw this, she wouldn’t tolerate your rudeness.”

“How rude, Tres.”

Alex said with a snort.

“Are you qualified to discuss rudeness when you ignored Her Highness the Princess’s orders and tried to kill the man of the Holy Sword?”

“……”

“Ah, don’t be so harsh. Just think of it as a small pleasure to make up for the hardships. I won’t touch the precious hostage I’m offering to Your Majesty.”

And then, as if nothing had happened, he took his hands off Alana’s shoulders.

Alana looked back at Alex with a mixture of fear and contempt.

“I don’t know how far the saint’s foresight went, but was it really worth sacrificing herself for?”

“You’ll never know. You’ll only realize it when the end comes.”

“It’s beautiful to not give up hope, Saint. But sometimes, hope can be the greatest pain. And I like to watch that.”

Alex said with a smile.

His face flashed with bestial ferocity.

“Then, shall we go back? I have a wonderful gift to show Her Highness the Princess. How happy will she be? If I tell you that I have captured a saint.”

Alex whistled and pushed Alana towards Tress.

Tress took the saint’s arm and led her forward.

“Pray hard for that good prayer. Ask Carl Maynor to come and save you.”

“……”

“And despair. Your prayers will not be answered.”

Tress spoke softly to Alana, who was walking ahead.

“As my prayer was.”

*

In the swirling light, the two figures were revealed to the world again.

Nathan collected the remaining light from the tip of his sword.

In an instant, he returned from the Kingdom of Primira to the Empire.

The space that appeared again contained a sword that looked exactly like the one Nathan was holding.

It was his personal training ground.

“Success.”

He let out a short breath and put down his sword.

Nathan sat down on the nearby sofa and took a quick, deep breath.

His tired expression was evident.

The aftereffects of using the Holy Relics repeatedly were by no means light.

It was a long distance, and the group was teleported as well.

Nathan looked back and forth between the sword he had placed and the one he had just put down.

There were two swords that only he could wield.

A sword with the ability to teleport to the location of each sword by marking each other.

It is a sword that would be more suitable for a knight who practices infiltration and undercover work rather than a savvy knight like the captain of the Holy Knights.

For a while, I couldn’t figure out why I was given such an incongruous relic.

But only today did I realize why God gave him this ability.

He took a deep breath and looked at the man he had saved.

I saw a miracle called the Holy Sword.

I briefly agonized over whether it was a good idea to choose to save the Holy Sword instead of the Saintess.

But my intuition told me.

The owner of the Holy Sword must be spared no matter what.

“Fuck!”

But the man who had finally been saved was throwing his fist at the solid floor.

The man’s shout echoed throughout the training grounds.

“Fuck, shit… I… What the hell have I done!!”

Karl’s hand was already covered in blood, but he didn’t stop.

As if punishing himself for being weak, he slammed his fist on the floor again and again.

“Leave Alana behind…!”

It was a howl of mixed anger and guilt.

Nathan stood up quietly.

And he said in a calm voice.

“Stop it, Lord Maynor.”

“Don’t call me that… ‘Kyung’? A guy like me doesn’t deserve to be a knight.”

“You are a great article.”

“Me?!”

The sword turned to him and shouted.

“Alana stays there! I put her in danger! I, I was weak and complacent and made her risk her life!”

“……”

“Ugh… Oh my, how can I be a knight… What kind of knight would someone like me be-”

Nathan shook his head.

“So, is blaming yourself and abusing yourself like this going to help save her?”

The sword paused for a moment.

Nathan took a step forward and continued speaking.

“You don’t have time to be swayed by emotions. You have to focus on what you have to do. Become stronger. Only strength can save her.”

“…But how?”

“I told you. You are a great knight. I remember you running towards the impossible in the palace. You were indomitable as you challenged the princess to save Princess Chloe. But to see you blaming yourself and giving up like this… is disappointing.”

Karl raised his head without saying a word.

His eyes were still filled with guilt, but the remorse that had been lingering for days was slowly turning into determination.

“…I will save Alana.”

Carl finally spoke in a clear voice.

“By any means necessary, even if it means turning the world upside down.”

He started to stand up, his bloody hands on the ground.

“And…”

The sword’s golden eyes burned.

“If something happens to Alana, Beatrice… the princess won’t let it go.”

Nathan nodded quietly.

“Then there is no time to delay. Lord Maynor, please pick up my sword from the floor.”

“?”

“If you’ve made a resolution, you have to prove it.”

Nathan smiled broadly and walked towards the place where there was a sword that looked exactly like the one Carl had picked up.

And he said, drawing his sword.

“It seems that Lord Maynor is not used to handling relics.”

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He aimed his sword at the sword.

“I will teach you. How to draw out the power of the Holy Relic, and how to use the Holy Relic. Even the Heavenly Sword Technique that the Holy Knights use.”

“……”

“There will be no excuses. Given the circumstances. But I hope you will follow along, Lord Maynor.”

Carl nodded quietly.

He stood facing Nathan, his sword firmly gripped.

His hands were still shaking, but they looked stronger despite being covered in blood.

“That’s what I was hoping for.”

For a while, the sound of swords echoed through Nathan’s quiet training grounds.