episode_0093
by fnovelpia
Silver Terdeni.
A vicious mercenary group that recently took over the ghetto. At the center of it all is the leader of the mercenary group and a mysterious prosecutor, Alex.
I don’t know where I came from, and I don’t know the source of my strength.
He just appeared out of nowhere and pacified the world of violence.
Judging from the name, one might guess that he is a citizen of the empire, but as is often the case with these types of people, it is likely to be a pseudonym.
Anyway, the setting is that such a person eventually joins the rebels, points the tip of the mysterious sword at the empire, and eventually becomes its worst enemy.
That’s all I’ve read so far. This is what I remember before the ice age.
I don’t know what happened to him afterward, but at least in my memory, Alex is one of the strongest people.
A key figure in the rebellion, along with the masked knights we saw in the novel—now we know they were a count couple.
So to me, Alex is one of the few valuable cards. A knight who can be compared to Louis of the Empire or Nathan of the Church.
It is absolutely necessary to take him on as a subordinate.
But why now of all times… .
I was planning to look for him through Matthias soon as possible, but I didn’t expect to meet him so suddenly.
I never thought I would meet you as Beatrice, not as Unknown, and I really didn’t know I would meet you when I was with Karl.
Besides, right now, this situation… is not good.
A sword with even the Holy Sword drawn is confronting him.
I know the power of that sword, which is like a correction to the main character just by its existence, because I experienced it firsthand.
But I’m anxious.
This feeling of being so anxious and like you’re missing something important. This moment where you’re restless and can’t seem to calm down and keep your composure.
It’s not unfamiliar.
This is definitely not the first time I’ve felt this way, so I know it’s not Ki-woo.
Yeah, it’s not Gi-woo.
When was it… that I was gripped by such unbearable anxiety… .
… .
Yes, it was Dahlia’s mansion.
That was the night the Heresy Investigation Bureau barged in.
The night we lost poor Theo.
I’m sure.
A warning that loss, separation, and an unfillable emptiness are coming.
So please… .
Please save me from this misery. Okay?
Sword… You must never give up.
It’s a promise.
*
A brief standoff ensued.
The knife felt like a fleeting moment. The overwhelming tension was weighing on him.
“……”
When I looked back for a moment, I saw Beatrice looking anxious.
She stands alone with her arms folded, raising only one arm and putting the tip of her finger to her mouth.
When I looked closely, I was shocked to see that he was quietly biting his fingers and fingernails.
At that sight, Carl thought that Silver Terdeni’s notoriety must have spread far and wide, to the point that even a noble lady like Beatrice would know the enemy’s true identity.
So that’s why you’re so scared, I thought.
Swish-
I turned my head again and looked ahead.
The man with reddish brown hair in front of me, Alex, was holding his sword lightly, pointing towards the floor, with a relaxed look on his face. His appearance was very similar to that of his master, Louis.
Both are fiercely strong inspectors, but the only difference is that Alex seems much more cunning.
That’s why Karl couldn’t help but be nervous.
Because he knows that his opponent is as skilled as Lewis.
Carl has enjoyed the privilege of being a reader, having read the knowledge before the Ice Age. Except for the occasional twist in the plot due to Beatrice or the Unknown, the knowledge of the original work has never been a poison.
Although I’m still perplexed by the fact that the plot deviates from the original, I’ve decided to accept it now. It’s inevitable.
But now, for the first time, the blade of knowledge was turning in the opposite direction.
Knowing the man Alex, seeing the significance of his unstoppable sword and the kind of character he was portrayed as tightens the knife.
Knowledge is poison. Too much knowledge corrodes thinking.
Fear and terror threaten to invade Carl’s strong mind.
The sword frowned and shook its head so as not to be consumed by the poison and not to recall the original. Then it shouted the starting word.
“Believe.”
At his shout, the holy sword emitted light.
Not only the Holy Sword, but also the surroundings of its owner, the sword, were filled with a pure white light.
I just hope that this holy sword, after meeting the Unknown and experiencing frustration, will not have spent its time undergoing harsh training in vain.
Because Karl has something to protect right now.
Beatrice, the heroine can never be taken away. I will protect her even at the cost of my life. That is the mission I must fulfill as the protagonist… no, as a man.
For a moment, Carl stared at Alex with unwavering eyes. Beyond fear, he spoke, putting aside his hesitation.
“I wish I could have just lived as a mercenary, living in the shadows, Alex.”
He’s just showing off for nothing. His words and actions are no different from his usual rough manners, and although he’s always provoked people in the original and here, this time it’s different. He’s just pretending to be strong because he’s the opponent.
“You even shouted the ignition key. I guess you know how to handle the holy sword.”
At Alex’s faint laugh, as if he found it ridiculous, Carl tightened his grip on the tension again. The power he felt was different. The murderous intent that his opponent was exuding was on a different level from the enemies he had encountered so far.
“Do you know the Holy Sword?”
“Well, to some extent.”
Those were the most terrifying words.
Depending on how much Alex knows about the Holy Sword, the sword’s advantage may disappear.
But Karl reminded himself again that Beatrice was watching, trying to calm his anxiety.
“Then I will teach you the power of this sword clearly, so that you will never forget it again.”
“You’re too proud, you little brat.”
bang-
At the word “Aesong,” the sword shot out a blast of sword energy. It was a shining sword energy that could only be used with the Holy Sword. The very same sword energy that had destroyed Eligos. Beatrice was surprised by the familiar power.
‘No, you’re a lot stronger than last time, right?’
Even though Eligos was imperfectly resurrected, he was more powerful than when he destroyed such a high-level demon.
But Alex snickered as he looked at the power of the Holy Sword that was quickly approaching. Still, he had no sense of danger at all, and the sword was still hanging down with its tip pointing towards the ground.
“It’s not that bad… .”
He scratched his head with the hand on the other side of his sword, muttered listlessly, and then disappeared from sight.
“…!?”
The panicked Carl turned his body in the direction where he sensed danger. At the same time, he instinctively bent his knees and lowered his posture.
“What’s the use if it doesn’t match?”
Alex’s voice, which had been heard from afar, was heard nearby.
Whoosh-
By a hair’s breadth, the sword passed by where the sword’s neck had been. If I hadn’t lowered my stance, my heart sank at the thought that my neck would have been cut off. My entire body’s nerves were on edge for the fight.
Fighting back was the only way to survive. Carl unconsciously realized that a single moment of hesitation would lead to death.
The end of the sword’s trajectory, which was lightly swung but difficult for others to follow with their eyes. A smiling Alex is seen.
His exaggerated smile, which shows his teeth, shows his cruelty. He enjoys fighting on the borderline of life and death. He finds great pleasure in trampling on those who struggle and resist.
Carl looked at Alex, knowing the expression and atmosphere of this fearsome enemy, as well as the knowledge he had gained through the original work.
The man in front of her was going crazy with pure madness, as if he had discovered a new toy.
“Yeah, if you can’t cut it, it’s useless.”
“Kekeke, you’ve got a pretty good mouth. Let’s see if you can brag when you cry.”
“You’re the one who lost to the students, and you’re the one who should not regret it after losing face-!!”
Kang-
The sword took a step forward. Then he swung the holy sword with great force, and this time the infinite power of the holy sword was activated again. The holy sword was emitting white light again, and the sword energy was about to be manifested.
“Is all you know how to do is shoot randomly?!”
But Alex, with his skilled footwork, found a way to break through the barrier.
It’s about dodging in a direction where the opponent can never shoot.
Alex was now standing with his back to Beatrice. Behind him, Beatrice could be seen standing far away.
He thought he had moved a little, but Alex had already positioned himself in a deadly position before Karl could even realize it. The composition was created with Karl, Alex, and Beatrice standing in a straight line.
Karl and even Beatrice were astonished by his surprisingly clever and eerily natural fighting style.
Damn, damn.
Beatrice trembled, chewing on her fingertips.
A sense of foreboding, almost a certainty that a dangerous moment like Theo’s, was coming, was tormenting her.
Kang-
Carl, trying his best to hide the fact that he was flustered, rushed at Alex and swung his sword as if he was going to shoot his sword spirit. Alex easily blocked the sword and struck back.
What should I do, what should I do? What on earth should I do… .
Beatrice was going crazy because of the swords that were fighting without being able to see even an inch ahead.
No, hold it in. No, hold it in. Are you going to reveal your identity?
I feel like releasing my power right now and helping the sword. But I know very well that I shouldn’t do that.
Beatrice from the Knights’ College is no help. No matter how talented she is as a knight, she’s just cute in front of those two.
So there is only one answer. As a wizard, you must use the power of the royal family. If it is Princess Tricky Green, the Unknown, you may be able to obtain the sword.
But that won’t work.
We can’t reveal our identity now. Not yet, not yet is the time.
I can never tell you my real name until I am absolutely sure I have the sword in my possession.
While Beatrice was lost in her deep thoughts, the groan of the sword was heard.
“Keuk-!”
“!”
It was a groan that escaped her as she fell far away, unable to withstand the force of Alex’s thrust.
I flew to the end of the wall of the ruined mansion and crashed into an old table. The table shattered and the accumulated dust flew up.
The table, shattered and mangled, and the sword covered in dust struggled to get up, groaning again.
“Huh… !”
“Your speaking skills are not up to par. Well, not bad for a student.”
Beatrice saw Theo overlapping with Carl, who was struggling to get up while holding the Holy Sword. Her poor younger brother who died trying to protect himself…
Beatrice soon began to tremble like an aspen leaf and chattered her teeth.
Are you going to lose again? Are you going to just watch again?
Her inner self whispers, as if torn apart. It is urging her through deeply engraved nightmares and traumas. It is telling her to use her strength now.
Be quiet, please. I’m thinking about it. Wait.
I try to calm my whispers. I try to look at the situation calmly. Revealing my identity is a last resort. Let’s just wait a little longer, a little longer.
At that moment, her eyes met with Alex’s, who was looking at her.
He was laughing, his sword resting on his shoulder, as if he was disappointed in the triviality of this fight. Then he said:
“Miss, what’s your name?”
“……”
It was a question, but it was actually a command. The sharp murderous tone in his voice demanded an answer.
“Oh, are you shaking because you’re worried about your lover?”
The laughter turned to hideous greed.
“Don’t worry, Miss, you might be able to keep her alive a little longer, depending on what you do.”
Alex narrowed his eyes and scanned Beatrice. Little by little, slowly, from head to toe. Beatrice hated the look so much it gave her goosebumps. She couldn’t stand it anymore and was about to open her mouth-
“Don’t play with my mouth.”
“You still want to attack me? I acknowledge your guts.”
“And those eyes!”
Finally, the sword, fully raised, aimed threateningly at the Holy Sword and shouted.
“Don’t look at Beatrice with those dog-like eyes, before I cut you out.”
Alex muttered haughtily, as if he had no regard for the threat of the knife.
“Beatrice… What a pretty name. Just like her looks.”
“You…!”
With those words, the string of reason that controlled the sword was broken.
The only thing that held him captive was the thought of killing his opponent.
Before I knew it, fear had been replaced by anger.
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