episode_0107

In response to Ares’ request for support, all paladins and all the forces of the church gathered.

Among them was even the saintly woman, Llewen.

It was safe to say that literally the entire church came.

However, unlike in such situations, they could not laugh.

It was because of the clash of energy felt from inside the barrier.

Obviously, there was a fight inside the barrier and only a very small amount of energy flowed out.

I felt such a huge presence that I lost my will to fight.

What a strong demon this was.

Usually, when we think of devils, we think of demons, but when they met a true devil, a high-ranking devil among transcendental beings, they could not help but tremble in fear.

The paladins tried hard to suppress their fear.

I couldn’t stop the body’s reaction from primal fear.

Only Ares and the saintly woman Lwen, who had already felt a powerful presence in front of the devil, were fine.

Lwen spread divine power to stabilize them and then approached Garon, the bard who was away.

Garon’s spirit is breaking down and falling to pieces.

In response, Llewen slowly stretched out her hand using divine power.

The outstretched hand touched Garon’s shoulder, and pure white light enveloped his entire body.

However, the light disappears again.

Llewen frowned slightly at that and unleashed her divine power again.

A brighter light than before surrounded Garon.

Only then do the eyes begin to come into focus, and the wide-open mouth closes.

Garon, who came back to his senses and was unable to come to his senses, looked at Llewen and asked.

“Who… ”

Are you there?

Garon, who was about to ask that question, stopped.

This is because when I saw Llewen’s facial expression and appearance, I thought of one person.

“Seo, saint?”

Lewen smiled instead of answering.

Garon, realizing that he was the person he thought was right, opened his mouth wide.

“Garon. Right?”

“Yes, that’s right… How did the saint say my name…? ”

Garon’s parents and grandparents are famous.

Also a very famous bard.

But if you ask, does that mean Garon is famous?

Absolutely not.

How could he be famous after living in the village for 40 years?

In fact, the reason they escaped was because they were forcibly kidnapped.

Originally, he would still be in the village.

Compared to the existence of a saint, Garon’s name value is nothing more than dust.

Garon could not help but be surprised that a saint, one of the two most famous people in the world, knew his name.

“Because I know your parents.”

“Are you talking about my parents…? ?”

“Yes.”

Garon knows that his parents are famous.

But even so, I never thought I would have a relationship with a saint.

“So how can I… ”

By the way, why did she come to me?

Garon, who was curious about that, asked.

Llewen spoke with a calm smile on her lips.

“I need your help.”

“My… Do you need help… ”

Garon did not understand the words of Llewen, the woman in front of him.

Because I felt too disconnected from myself to think of the word help.

Even though I tried to understand her saying that she needed my help, I couldn’t understand it.

“… To be honest, I don’t know. What abilities do I have?”

Instead of helping, it was helpful to the other person.

The score he created brought the devil, and as a result, the world was in danger of destruction.

In fact, it would not be strange to call him a high treason criminal who could be dragged to the guillotine and killed at any moment.

The fact that he could help something was difficult for Garon to accept.

The person who was struggling with a sense of guilt just a moment ago.

“As expected, I… ”

It was a moment when I felt a sense of self-deprecation as the guilt came flooding back.

Llewen interrupted him.

“Only your ability can turn the current situation around. Right now, Kariel is holding on, but even this probably won’t last long.”

Lewen was able to know exactly what was going on inside.

Two beings going back and forth in a fierce battle.

On the surface, they look similar.

In reality, it’s true that it’s similar.

But Llewen knows.

That situation won’t last long.

Even if Kariel somehow bridged the gap, there is an unbridgeable gap between the transcendent and non-transcendent mortals.

No matter how you narrow it down right now, the difference will eventually become apparent as time passes.

That’s why his help was needed before it made a difference.

The power of a bard that only a few people can possess.

“So I need your help.”

Originally, Lewen had no intention of getting involved in this matter.

The reason she intervened like this was because she imagined the strength of the devil.

‘That… ‘I can’t handle it.’

She had already confirmed the existence of a demon that had covered the entire sky before coming.

The devil’s name is Vermis.

A devil who boasts the highest rank among devils.

If you were intermediate or advanced, it was worth trying to some extent, but that was too much.

For Kariel, who has not yet reached transcendence.

And the only one who can help Kariel.

That was the existence of Garon, the bard.

That’s why I wanted to ask for help.

“Still… I can’t do it. I don’t know what I should do… ”

“Please make a song. His story.”

“… Are you talking about the story of a warrior?”

“Yes.”

How to overcome the devil.

Like that’s how the devil could descend here.

The goal was to create a story about a warrior.

but.

“… I can’t do it.”

Garon said, closing his eyes tightly.

It was a face filled with fear.

“The sheet music I made… I have summoned the devil. How can I make a song like that again? ”

This was not a question of whether to do it or not, but a psychological issue.

Although he has now come to his senses thanks to Llewen’s help, the feeling of guilt still remains.

It’s like a kind of slump.

He summoned the devil through the song he created, and as a result, he was unable to create it even if he wanted to due to the psychological anxiety of being in the current situation.

In my current state, it wasn’t something I could force.

In fact, it will only make your mind worse.

Lewen, who knew that fact, quietly turned her gaze into the barrier.

In that state, she opened her mouth.

“What is your dream?’

“My dream is… ”

Create a song based on the story of a hero who will save the world and tell it to the world.

That was his dream.

But I couldn’t bring myself to say those words.

Because I’m not qualified to say something like that.

In other words, my dream is to create a story about a hero who created a story about a devil threatening the world. Garon thought it was really funny.

“The idea is to create a story about a hero who saves the world.

However, Llewen answered instead as if she already knew.

Lewen spoke again like flowing water.

“Your parents also had that dream. And I made a song about a hero’s story.”

Garon also knew this well.

However, for some reason, I felt that what Llewen was saying was different from what he knew.

“Like you, there were many times when I doubted myself. But that changed when I saw him in person. So feel it once. The hero you wanted so much.”

At the same time as he said that, light began to spread across the sky.

A screen appeared above the unfolding light.

On the screen, Kariel and the devil were clashing.

What kind of art is this?

Before those thoughts even occurred to me.

Garon felt it as soon as he saw the hero blocking with all his might.

The emotions of the life the warrior devoted himself to…

Old memories flashed before him.

-mom. How is the life felt by bards different from that of heroes and ordinary people?’

-hmm… Ordinary people live their own intense lives. When you feel the lives of heroes, you can see how fierce they are, how much effort they put in, and the hard work they do that others do not know about. We are reminded that the path they took to become called heroes was not in vain.

-Why do minstrels make stories about heroes into songs?

-To publicize and remember their sacrifice. Because their stories will not disappear for a long time. In particular, learning about the lives of heroes leaves you with a deep, lingering feeling. Because we as bards feel their lives.

Garon was very young at that time.

I know the difference between ordinary people and heroes.

I didn’t know how their lives were different and what was different.

But now.

He felt the answer to his question at that time.

A feeling of such extreme, immense sadness enters me.

Sometimes I was angry, and sometimes I was happy.

There are times when I feel disgusted with myself.

I immediately felt a bright feeling, as if I was overcoming it.

Even after that, countless emotions stayed with Garon.

There were so many emotions flowing into Garon that one wondered if these were truly the emotions felt by a single person.

So much so that I can’t bear it right now.

When I first realized this ability, I felt the lives of countless people.

Even if you add it all up, it’s not even 10% of the emotions that flowed through you while looking at the hero.

What kind of life have you been living?

Garon held back tears as he felt the emotions he felt as if he had lived for hundreds of years.

Because I understood and felt the life of a warrior.

I knew how much he devoted himself to this world.

The detailed circumstances are unknown.

Because what a bard feels is the emotion of the life he has lived.

But Garon thought it didn’t matter.

Garon also felt the emotions of the life he had lived no matter what happened or what the circumstances were.

Garon naturally closed his eyes.

But the vision was not black.

Before his eyes was a pure white paper and flagpole.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the flagpole.

Ink appeared at the same time.

As if it were your stage.

The sight of him shouting.

Garon did not hesitate any longer.