episode_0109

What on earth is an apostle?

Is Prien really Kylie’s descendant?

…Why was I reincarnated?

Before we started talking, she had a lot to ask, but after asking just one question, Lucia was left unable to ask anything.

Isn’t it obvious? Obviously, Glenn said it was a terrible nightmare, but Lucia is no fool either. At some point, sympathy appeared in Glenn’s eyes.

Realizing that telling her to believe it was a nightmare were words of comfort to her was something that even a child could do.

‘I asked for no reason.’

Is this what they say about curiosity killing the cat? If I hadn’t known, I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble. With a body as exhausted as her mind, Lucia walked toward the end of the dark hallway.

Dalkak-

Lucia turned the shockingly cold doorknob and looked at the desolate space.

The room I visited for the first time in 6 years was no different from when I left. I don’t know if the maid cleaned it up, or if the environment of Dawn Castle is special, but not even a speck of dust is noticeable on the neatly arranged blankets. The girl lifted up the cool blanket and wrapped herself in it.

“……Haa.”

While staring blankly at the ceiling, I let out a frustrated breath into the sky. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep well tonight. In my past life, I was confident that I would do well even on the rocky mountain where not a single blade of grass grew, but that wasn’t the case tonight. Lucia quietly closed her eyes, praying that she would not have a nightmare.

*

Early moning.

Lucia opened her eyes to the chill slowly seeping in.

‘…What time is it?’

She raised her heavy body and tried to find the clock somewhere with blank eyes.

But no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find the clock. That’s because the place where Lucia woke up was not the mansion in Rien, but the Castle of Dawn.

Because of the cold weather, Yeomyeongseong does not keep a mechanical clock. Lucia, recalling old information, got up from the bed feeling dizzy.

Somewhere an unfamiliar scenery.

As different as the old castle was, Lucia’s room looked even more dull because of her red hair.

Furniture that is old and faded, and the harsh environment where it snows all year round, looks gray due to lack of sunlight.

ha-

When I exhaled into the air, white breath came out.

Lucia stood up from the bed, massaging her slightly sore shoulders. Is it because I slept in an unfamiliar place, or is it because of the sparring I had until late last night?

‘…It must be because of a terrible nightmare.’

Although she did not dream, Lucia blamed her poor health on the nightmare. There were many reasons for poor physical condition.

‘Still, I didn’t have a nightmare today.’

Lucia sat down on the dressing table and straightened her messy hair. What should I do today. The training I used to do every day is cancelled.

Instead of the training hall, Lucia stopped by the study under the excuse that she was not feeling well. She knew from experience that reading a book was helpful when she was feeling uneasy.

Choose a book you like from the desk and take a seat in the sunniest place. I tried to enjoy reading slowly, feeling the warm sunlight hitting my back. but,

My heart felt tight again.

A future that will definitely happen.

A terrible nightmare.

Glenn spoke as if to assert that the contents of the prophecy would not go astray.

One family came to mind. If the dream of inserting a sword into Siron’s chest was a true prophecy, what if Lucia had committed suicide before that?

There was a glimmer of hope.

However, the assumption I had made was quickly shattered by certain possibilities.

‘…What kind of bad guy would raise a corpse?’

Although their numbers are small, vicious things that manipulate corpses definitely existed in the past. The Deep Sea Witch, who controlled corpses buried in the sea, did this, and witches and warlocks who reached a certain level often learned necromantic arts.

‘Right now… I don’t know.’

Tuk-

Lucia threw away the book she had finished reading and buried her face on the desk. The more I thought about it, the more persuasive Glenn’s remarks became. As expected, there was no way to change the future.

“Found it.”

Lucia felt the familiar sensation of a tap on her shoulder. When I turned my head, I saw a young man’s face filled with mischief.

“Hello.”

Shiron smiled and waved his hand.

“I thought it was at the training ground. What are you doing here?”

“…You wouldn’t know it if you saw it. I read books.”

She answered bluntly and looked at the book again. However, Shiron paid no heed to that and took her book.

Obnoxious behavior. The words that followed at the end were even more disgusting.

“Let’s spar.”

“…What?”

Lucia turned her head at the sound that seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Didn’t you hear? Let’s spar.”

“Are you serious? It’s a sparring where the winner is decided anyway. What are you doing?”

“That’s right. You’re so picky today.”

Lucia always had a prickly side, but for some reason, she seemed even more prickly today. However, Siron did not consider Lucia’s nonsense to be a big deal. Girls, including Yura, sometimes act like crazy for no reason.

‘if…’

“Puberty?”

“No!”

Lucia screamed and denied it. I even went as far as to say I was reincarnated, but even though I guessed it was puberty, I was wrong for a long time.

Not “.”

Siron laughed and grabbed Lucia’s wrist. Lucia was dragged to the training ground with a sullen expression.

*

“…If you ask me to do it, I will do it.”

Standing in the training hall, Lucia stared at Shiron standing across from her. In his hand was a sword that was entirely white from the blade to the handle. Siron called the sword he discovered while exploring a cave as a child the Holy Sword.

Lucia knew well the sharpness of that sword.

“Sparring? But are you going to do it with a real sword?”

“Yes.”

Siron’s face as he answered did not have a smile on his face, unlike before.

“You can use self-defense devices, right? Without it, you could die.”

“You don’t have to have it.”

Siron said, twirling his shoulders. In fact, there was nothing wrong with what Lucia said. No matter how great Lucia’s swordsmanship skills are, an accident could happen. Therefore, only when you reach a level where you can protect your body by surrounding your body with strong energy… you are qualified to spar with real swords and with sword energy around your entire body.

Siron swung his white sword in the air and took a stance.

“I did just fine without it.”

“…”

Lucia picked up the black iron sword lying next to her. If he took a sloppy stance, like he was playing around, he tried to fight him with his fists, but at least he had proper swordsmanship.

‘Moderately. While dealing with…’

Wedge!

Lucia’s eyes widened at the rapidly narrowing distance. A fleeting moment. Before I knew it, Siron was right in front of me and swung his sword. bang! The sword clashed with the sword, making a loud noise.

Kagagak. Lucia let go of the force she was trying to push down and took a few steps back. However, as soon as you step away, it pursues you tenaciously. Siron is glaring like he’s going to kill you. In response, Lucia raised the mana of her Danjeon.

‘It won’t work in moderation.’

Lucia pursed her lips. I was being careful that an accident might happen by mistake, but it was an arrogant thought. It was not polite to the person who was sincerely engaging in sparring. and.

The teeth of the black iron sword came out.

A terrifying white sword. If the mana hadn’t flowed the moment the swords made contact… it wouldn’t have broken, but I might have had to take care of the blacksmith for a while. I almost couldn’t use my favorite bottle for the coming-of-age ceremony.

Whoop-

White steel surrounded the black blade. Lucia caught the sword striking in all directions and about to strike. Vision, judgment, and power that fit the rhetoric of being far away without the need to measure the level. Everything seemed to be a huge shield, blocking the barrage of sword strikes.

I blocked all attacks, but I wasn’t able to block them with just one hand.

‘It’s getting faster.’

Lucia raised the mana of her dantian a little more. Siron’s sword was no longer the thing of the past that was wielded indiscriminately. I sharpen my blade towards the opponent’s vital point and try to dig in. Regardless of whether that person is a blood relative or a half-sister. He desperately tried to kill Lucia.

This is because I believe in Lucia. It’s okay to do that to Lucia. I said it was a sparring match, but even if I swung a sword full of deadly weapons, Lucia would block it proudly. Such a belief existed in Siron.

‘Monstrous bitch.’

Siron felt a tingling sensation. Golden eyes flashed and saw all the sword paths. In the relaxed eyes, Siron could read the confidence that he could sneak in through the gap in the sword road at any time. The difference in skill is far-fetched.

‘That’s why it’s better.’

Siron laughed until his mouth was torn.

A couplet held before the coming-of-age ceremony. The results are satisfactory. I guess we didn’t just hang out while we were away. yesternight. Siron saw the flames in the training hall. Lucia and Siriel’s sparring. The two sparred while using magic. I thought he changed his career path to become a wizard because he used magic.

Besides, didn’t he lose miserably to Siriel? The moment Lucia’s sword fell, my heart sank, but I guess it was all for naught.

Siron glared at the face beyond the crossed swords.

“You are better suited with a sword than with magic.”

“…What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

Was this an attempt to distract you? However, Lucia’s mind was not disturbed. Like a straight sword, my agitated mind is calmed down.

Kwaaaang—!

A white explosion occurred in a storm of sword strikes. The air screamed as the sword was swung with all its might.

Lucia is strong. But the theory was strong enough. He can cut rocks by swinging his sword and dent the ground with just the wind of his sword.

and,

Lucia began swinging her sword.

You cannot block all sword strikes by just blocking in place. That thought was rushing through my mind. The path that was supposed to just let go of the barrage of swords was reversed once.

And one more lap. The ink-colored arc that cut through the air squeezed through the empty gap.

Siron swung his sword at the swords raining down like lightning from top to bottom.

‘The tooth fell out.’

Siron remembered the black blade moving slowly.

‘many.’

The holy sword was fine.

‘It’s time for a change.’

A little more, Siron increased his power.

Kang!

‘It’s light… is it light?’

Lucia felt uncomfortable. Unlike the heavy roar that sounded. The sound that rang out now was a bit like a fresh scream.

It wasn’t just the sound that was light.

Lucia could no longer swing the sword.

Siron also knew him, so he stopped swinging his sword.

Lucia looked at the black iron sword in her hand.

A cleanly broken sword caught my eye.

“…uh.”

Lucia shook her shoulders and raised her head.

“What is it? What is this?”

“You won’t know it when you see it?”

The young man with a wicked smile answered calmly.

Siron took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

“I need to change the knife.”