episode_0115

Gilbert caught his breath in front of the giant soldier. I wasn’t confident I would lose, but I couldn’t let down my guard.

Accidents always happen when you miss something, and regrets always come too late.

This time too, no matter how confident he was, there were always variables in battle, so he needed to control his mind.

This has been his mindset ever since he was flying a fighter plane.

Winning was good, but returning safely was the most important.

“Good posture. Unwavering composure is your greatest weapon.”

Brianna, who was watching his boarding ceremony, nodded in satisfaction.

Her student was so perfect that there was no need for teaching in this area.

Not being swayed by the atmosphere and not losing yourself.

Even though he did not teach me the reason and the core of mental training, I had already learned it.

So the princess will also be paying attention.

Brianna’s eyes sank deeply.

A conversation I had with Princess Serafina just a few days ago came to mind.

The princess said that she wanted to obtain it by any means necessary.

When Brianna heard those words, her quiet peace of mind was momentarily shattered. Although I soon composed myself, it was an undeniable fact that my composure was broken.

Fortunately, the conversation with Princess Seraphina was able to end without any problems. Even if my peace of mind was broken once, it never wavered again.

However, it was true that it left one ripple.

If Gilbert were to stand next to Princess Serafina instead of her, would he still have this mindset?

Just thinking about it for a moment made Brianna’s pretty face slightly distort.

Gilbert was a genius she recognized.

He was already a first-class knight when it came to swords and giant warriors.

That’s why I became greedy.

I also wondered whether he would be able to reach the end if he honestly walked the path of the sword.

Of course, I did not think that he would give up his sword path even if he stood next to Princess Serafina. I could tell without even looking that he would probably walk that path silently like he does now.

Then, there would be no problem if he stood next to Princess Serafina.

If I could just discuss swords with Brianna like now, that would be enough.

Is that really so?

Brianna asked herself.

Are you really okay with that?

Or are you satisfied with that?

The answer still hasn’t been found.

She meditated and meditated, but Brianna could not shake off the part of her thoughts that clung to her like a illusion.

And now I have found the answer.

Sword Saint Brianna is not satisfied with that.

Gilbert should have been next to Seraphina, not next to her.

I still didn’t know why, but that much was certain.

[The state of mind of one of the seekers changes.]

[Information on seekers of twisted possessiveness has been updated.]

Gilbert sighed again at the notification window of the sub-scenario progressing as planned.

While I was trying to gather my wits, I started to feel frantic when I saw this notification window.

I already thought it would work out the way it should, but it was another story if it went as planned.

But what should I do?

Gilbert now relaxed and glanced at Brianna out of the corner of his eye.

Brianna, who was presumed to be one of the seekers in this sub-scenario, did not feel anything strange.

He felt like Brianna was the same as usual.

So, did Seraphina, who is presumed to be another person, have a change of heart?

But for that to be the case, it was too sudden and without any premonitory symptoms.

If I had some time to spare, I would consider many things, but he was in a position where he would have to ride the Giant God Soldier.

There was no time given to think about something good.

Thinking that there was nothing he could do this time, he turned off the notification window and came to his senses again.

First of all, it was time to clear the main scenario, leaving aside the sub-scenario.

“Road.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I believe in you.”

“Okay.”

Gilbert felt something in Brianna’s words of trust.

Should I say it feels a bit dualistic?

There was an inexplicable sense of heterogeneity that was different from usual.

But I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. If you ask me if I’m hiding something, it’s not like that.

It is clear that he said he believed it as it is, but it sounded like it had a double meaning.

Gilbert shook his head and climbed into the cockpit of the giant soldier. When he said he was concentrating on sparring, he seemed to have lost his mind because he was always thinking about other things.

He familiarly boarded the Giant God Soldier and signed a provisional contract with the general-purpose artificial spirit.

As it was Dalian, it was not possible to link it to CT, which was his personal item.

It was a question of equity.

There was no point in dividing the level of skill by using high-performing artificial spirits.

There was also one more thing that Gilbert was aiming for.

[This is a sparring in which all the next successors to the Four Seasons of Weaponry will participate.]

[I sense that the peak of the Hidden Root Four Seasons is in progress.]

[The person singing the title saga reacts.]

[The saga of the heir progresses.]

A saga is a narrative.

Narratives gain strength from stories, and the more a person who sings a saga creates a story, the stronger the effect.

The title “He who sings sagas” was a title that appeared when the conditions for writing an epic poem were met.

The stories he created while conducting the previous Brynhild and Bolsung Saga also served as nourishment for those who sang the Saga.

That was what Gilbert was aiming for this time.

He wanted to make the power of the story of the narrative called “The Art of War in the Four Seasons” his own.

Gilbert pulled the control stick and led the giant soldier to the sparring area.

This time, the giant god soldier sparring was not a 1:1 sparring, but a many-to-many fight.

Even in a situation where everyone but himself was an enemy, Gilbert was relaxed.

The three next successors were seen leading the Giant God Soldiers into the sparring field that led to a wide plain.

Giant soldiers carrying spears, bows, swords, and shields faced the enemy from three directions.

Gilbert also drew his iron sword and stood facing them as well. A pleasant tension began to warm up my body.

yet.

– Start sparring.

The four next successors clashed.

***

Pressia and Ian watched the sparring between the four next successors to the Four Seasons’ Military Art.

Because the amount of information transmitted on the screen was limited, there were limits to analysis, but he was the culmination of Atlantica’s technology, called a super artificial spirit.

Even if only very little information was given, more information could be derived than a normal artificial spirit, and this was still the same today.

She was particularly interested in the giant body disease of a man named Gilbert, whom Ian, chosen as her master, was concerned about.

He was planning to gather as much information as possible in case Ian had to face him one day.

To Precia, Ian was a truly special person.

Among the users who signed a formal contract with her so far, there was absolutely not a single one she liked except Ian.

The only person who was better was Therodamas, who is now called the Lion King.

Even that wasn’t enough to please her.

At one time she thought her life was unhappy.

I also thought that it was a lonely path without a companion who understood me.

It was good to be born as a super artificial spirit, but was that a bad thing?

I felt like I was going to suffer from the so-called depression.

Of course, her high-performance artificial spirit core took care of that condition, but that didn’t mean the loneliness went away.

Now, hundreds of years later, she has met her understanding for the first time since Ki Dong.

The person I was looking for so desperately during those long years.

Ian Tigris Line Barrel.

After signing a contract with him, Freysa was convinced that Ian was the person she had been looking for.

A sense of unity with him.

The only person who has the potential to unleash his full potential.

Ian was like that.

His characteristic skill of integration was that special and unique at the same time.

The sense of becoming one with him gave Pressia an ecstatic experience.

I could guarantee that with Ian, we could accomplish anything.

Although his level was still low and all he could do was remain in his core state, he thought that one day, when the time came, he would be able to regain his true self.

Although she would have to go through many hardships and hardships until then, she was confident.

Because she was Atlantica’s proud super artificial spirit, Precia.

Presia, who had been distracted for a moment, focused on Gilbert again.

Although it was a very short time, the situation was turning in Gilbert’s favor.

That’s amazing…

Precia stopped analyzing the situation there.

This was because all data indicators pointed to Gilbert’s victory.

If expressed in terms of win rate, it was 99.98%. Unless a special surprise occurred, Gilbert’s victory was confirmed.

The man named Gilbert, with whom Ian had a burning sense of rivalry, was clearly talented. This could be seen just by looking at them fighting so gracefully even with low-level titans called general-purpose titans.

But her impressions stopped there.

I admit that I was good at handling giant weapons, but there were clear limitations to that.

No matter how much I treated the Giant God Soldier like a limb, it could not compare to the integrated characteristic skill that Ian possessed.

Integration was literally a gigantic disease itself.

Ian’s skills were still far behind hers, but it was natural that if she helped him by his side, he would soon become a knight better than Gilbert.

Until I saw the Giant God Soldier’s ridiculous movements.

That’s it?

Precia, who had been looking bored at the sparring nearing the end, was startled.

The sight of that gigantic giant soldier tumbling backwards was a movement that not even she could have calculated.

Of course, it was not impossible if an excellent artificial spirit provided backup.

Terodamas, who was well-versed in controlling giant soldiers, sometimes showed unusual movements.

However, this was a move that was possible because of Pressia himself, who was assisting Terodamas.

Presia was originally created to fully control the Colossus, a strategic weapon. To her, fine-tuning and controlling the giant spirit soldier was as simple as breathing for a human.

Therefore, unless one was quite talented in piloting, it was possible to make such movements with her support.

However, the thing that was controlling the giant god soldier that the man named Gilbert was currently moving was a general-purpose artificial spirit.

With an artificial spirit that could barely perform the function of controlling a giant god soldier, he was showing off that ridiculous three-dimensional maneuver.

Of course, if you look closely, there was movement that seemed to be slightly delayed.

Since they were using gigantic soldiers and artificial spirits, which had poor performance, it was inevitable that no matter how elaborate the movements, there would be a momentary gap.

However, Gilbert was moving as if he had taken it all into account. He was moving with everything in his control, as if he would not tolerate even the slightest gap between movements.

Precia seemed to know why Ian was so obsessed with Gilbert.

In her view, Gilbert was as if he were born to control the Giant God Soldier.

So is that so?

She had one desire.

It was a small desire to see what it would be like if Ian defeated a man with such great manipulative skills.

It might take a little more time than she expected, but with Integration and her own help, it was possible.

I will definitely make Ian the best knight.

Precia promised that.