episode_0110

A pavilion outside the training grounds of Dawn Castle.

Siron looked at the center of the training ground while drinking black tea.

There Lucia was lying next to the broken sword with blank eyes. Thanks to the pure white snow, I didn’t get any dirt on my clothes, but it was cold so I thought I might catch a cold.

“What are you doing there?”

Siriel said as she sat down next to Siron.

“The weather is cold too.”

“Lucia is broken.”

“Breakdown?”

Siriel, who did not know the full story, had no idea what her brother was talking about. Instead of explaining, Shiron put down the teacup on the table and stood up.

Siron walked to the center of the training ground where Lucia was lying. Shiron looked into the unfocused golden eyes and sighed.

“Then I catch a cold.”

“…I don’t catch a cold.”

Lucia raised her arms and covered her eyes.

“So go away.”

“Are you that upset that you lost to me?”

“…It’s not like that, so go away.”

Lucia recalled a terrible nightmare. Was it really today that Shiron’s heart was stabbed? If so, it was a very accurate prophecy.

Of course, Lucia was not the kind of person who would go out on a rampage just because a sword broke. Although she was a little surprised at today’s sparring, Lucia knew very well how weak Siron was. Rather… isn’t it right to praise Shiron for a job well done? There were only a handful of people, including Siriel, who could beat the warrior Kylie in a sparring match.

However, the shock of breaking his beloved black iron sword was not something that could be ignored.

Black iron sword. Nigger. black nebula.

Although she didn’t dare speak out because she was embarrassed, Lucia even gave Black Iron Sword a nickname. Five years ago, Lucia felt destiny at the blacksmith shop she arrived at, holding hands with Siron.

It feels comfortable even in small hands. Thick sword body. A sense of balance that is not biased in any direction on such a topic…

Lucia could freely use all swords, but the black iron sword was a special sword to Lucia.

It was something that was ‘mine’ for the first time in my life. It was also the first and last gift I received from Siron.

However, since the person who gave the gift acted so calmly, it was clear that Johan was by her side, but Lucia was also shocked as if her memories had been denied.

Lucia, who was feeling empty in her heart, suddenly felt a cold touch in her armpit.

“…What are you doing?”

“Stay still.”

Siron picked up Lucia and shook her off. The snow that had stuck to my back was pouring down onto the floor. Lucia, who was limp, did not offer much resistance and just puffed out her cheeks.

The cold hand felt between the arm and torso was because Siron was worried about Lucia. Lucia was not a person so spoiled that she would reject the kindness of someone she cared about.

Siron, carrying the shaking Lucia, approached the pavilion and sat her down on the chair. Siriel was able to face Lucia with her chin resting on her hand.

“Hmm…”

Siriel understood what Siron meant by broken. A hand was placed in her armpit, but Lucia’s face did not turn red, as if she did not feel embarrassed.

Soon, Siron placed the piece of black iron sword he had brought with him on the table.

“That’s right. There was something I wanted to ask you.”

“…”

“The coming of age ceremony is about fighting with the apostles, right?”

Siriel dared to ask Siron a question that she could have asked Glenn.

“But what on earth is an apostle? The head of the family, my uncle didn’t bother to continue his next words, but his face looked very solemn.”

“Apostles are remnants of demon gods.”

“…”

drank. As the remnants of the past emerged, Lucia’s head turned to Siron.

Shiron paid no heed to that and continued speaking with a smileless face.

“Siriel. Have you ever read a children’s book?”

“…A great and immortal biography of the great savior, founder Kylie, right?”

“Yes.”

“…”

When the title of the children’s book came up, Lucia’s face turned a little red. Siriel felt puzzled as she looked at Siron’s face.

“But in the storybook, Kylie clearly stretched out her sword that was hundreds of meters long and defeated the demon. But what about remnants?”

“…That’s right. My… Kylie took care of it.”

Lucia muttered her mouth and spoke uncertainly.

“The demon god is not dead yet. The evidence clearly exists.”

“Evidence?”

“I’ll show you.”

Siron took out a piece of black glass from his pocket with a solemn look on his face.

[Sculpture of a Wicked God]

The items obtained by killing the cultists radiated magical energy that was as strong as that of the maids who served by the side.

“Don’t you feel something?”

“I feel a terrible and disgusting energy.”

Dorothy, the maid who was waiting nearby, answered on her behalf. The pieces of black glass felt like remnants of the damn demon she had obeyed in the past.

Siron put the black piece back in his arms.

“Demon gods give their own blessings regardless of whether they are demons, demons, or even humans. And those who have received that magical power wield blessings without receiving anything in return.”

“…Is the person who received the blessing an apostle?”

“No.”

Siron shook his head at Lucia’s question and delved into old memories.

Just because you are blessed by a demon god does not mean you can become an apostle.

Those who have been promised eternity. Those who can hear the voice of God. A person who makes a secret plan to resurrect a demon.

Many settings came to mind, but all of them were phrases that were embarrassing to say directly. Siron had no choice but to share his impressions of the apostle he met not long ago.

“Among the blessed guys, they are particularly condescending. Guys who say things they don’t understand, saying they were chosen by God or because they can hear voices.”

*

Meanwhile, beyond the snow-capped mountain range, near a bubbling volcano.

The woman who lived with only one desire for revenge let out a sorrowful sigh.

The giant’s forge.

Originally, it was a place to come only after the coming-of-age ceremony, but at Siron’s request, Yuma crossed the mountain range and fought through the snowstorm with his bare body.

‘The master said he needed a sword.’

The one-horned woman knocked on the huge iron door, clutching her itchy chest.

Tung- Tung- Tung-

A total of three taps. And exactly three seconds.

Hot air poured out through the iron door along with a heavy sound.

Hwaaa

Yuma closed his eyes tightly from the heat and slowly opened them as soon as the wind died down.

and,

Yuma made eye contact with the fairy floating in the air.

Faded hair. Clothes that look like mud. Her outfit was nothing special, but the terrible scar over one of her eyes made her look special.

One-eyed Dolby. This was the person Yuma was looking for.

“You need a sword. Please give me just one sack.”

Yuma immediately told the fairy his business without saying a word of greeting. We didn’t even know each other for a day or two. Since they had known each other for longer than 500 years, Yuma skipped unnecessary words.

“Good quality sword. A sword that can easily receive mana. You need a sword that never breaks.”

“…come in.”

Dolby motioned for Yuma, who was standing blankly, to come in.

Unlike Yuma, where sweat was beading from the fierce heat. Dolby seemed unharmed by this much heat.

“Excuse me.”

Yuma followed the fairy who claimed to be his henchman.

Grrrgggg-

Along with the rising heat, Yuma felt a tremor rising through his steps. Eventually, the fairy’s guidance stopped at a certain point.

A huge human shape filled my field of vision.

“Atmos. Yuma has arrived.”

“……”

The giant turned his heavy body at the refreshing voice.

“……”

The giant, whose entire lower jaw was covered with steel, silently bowed down and looked at the one-horned woman.

To communicate, Atmos placed his hands on the floor.

500 years ago, someone broke his lower jaw, so he had to go through a somewhat cumbersome process to communicate.

[Yuma. Why did you come here?]

The entire forge became his mouth and made sounds.

[The coming-of-age ceremony hasn’t even been held yet.]

“Is there any other reason for me to come here? I also told Dolby, but I came to receive the sword.”

[I can’t give it to you. Go back.]

Atmos turned again, and Dolby shrugged his shoulders.

“They tell me to go back?”

“…”

Yuma looked blankly at the giant’s back and took out a handkerchief from his pocket. It was the handkerchief that Shiron gave to a tearful Yuma seven years ago.

Yuma wiped the sweat that had formed on the tip of his chin and gathered himself.

‘I can’t go back empty-handed.’

The coming-of-age ceremony is less than a week away, and the master’s request has already passed by a day.

Yuma widened his eyes at the giant’s back.

“Since when did coming-of-age ceremonies become so important? You can make weapons, and I can raise warriors. Isn’t that the promise you made from the beginning?”

“……”

Atmos had no answer to Yuma’s words. I just stare blankly at the boiling lava.

Yuma sighed with a pounding headache.

“Atmos. If you keep insisting, I have an idea too.”

Yuma stretched out his hand to the fairy floating next to him. The bitterly cold frost stretched out from the fingertips and took the shape of a sharp awl.

“…Yuma?”

Dolby stared blankly at the tip of the ice pick.

Could it be that they are using magic to cool down the heat? Even before entering the blacksmith shop, Yuma was sweating excessively. After making ice. I’ll put it on my cheek.

Even as he was thinking, the ice pick continued to be pointed at Dolby.

Yuma put a wet handkerchief in his arms.

“Atmos. I knew right away that I was stupid, but I would choose my pride over my lover’s life…”

[stop.]

Atmos interrupted Yuma. When he looked back, his face was distorted like a demon.

[Yuma. Are you crazy?]

“I’m not crazy. I… I’ve always been this kind of woman, right?”

Yuma smiled and approached Dolby. Then he grabbed the little fairy in one hand and stuck the awl into its neck.

The giant’s distorted face became astonished.

[If Dolby dies, you will no longer be able to make weapons. Even if you know that, you still make similar threats?]

“When Dolby dies, I will use magic on her behalf. I am better at using magic.”

“What are you doing! Quickly bring the sword!”

Dolby shouted at the giant with a frightened expression.

“Look at the cruel look in this bitch’s eyes! Wow! It’s cold! Something cold touched my throat!”

[Take it.]

Sigh-

Swords rained down from the sky. Only then did Yuma cancel the magic.

However, she had no intention of letting the fairy go.

“Dolby. You must come with me.”

[Isn’t the story different?]

“When did I say I would let go? If I leave like this… Hmm. Whatever happens, this is a precautionary measure.”

Yuma smiled softly and pulled out his sword.