episode_0590

The reason I came to Garrard’s Castle was to let Benedick know about my current skills, but it was also intended to objectively check to what extent I could do it now.

Anyway, the battle method I have chosen so far has been to dominate the opponent, whether it be specs, information, or anything else, and then suppress the opponent.

If all of this doesn’t work, use provocation to shake up your opponent and make them unable to fight normally.

So, it was difficult for me now to understand what level of nothingness I had reached.

I think it’s at a pretty good level as the gods of martial arts recognize it as a skill, but it’s meaningless if I can’t experience it.

In that sense, the knights guarding Garrad’s castle were excellent experiments.

I thought I would be able to get a feel for the level I had reached if I tested how far I could do in a weakened state against those who had taught me martial arts directly from the hero Garad.

The reason for not using provocation or taking the shortest route to attack Garad’s castle was ultimately this.

“Thank you. A hero of future generations.”

What changed my light thoughts was when I heard the last words left by the knight as he was turning to dust.

It was created by a hero, and the gratitude left behind by a knight who lived for a long time following the orders he gave created an indescribable stir in my heart.

Just like when I saw the doll that inherited Garad’s memories leave.

My mind became complicated, and I wondered if I would be able to deal with a few more knights and embrace their lingering feelings.

The conclusion was soon reached. I am the apostle of the Lord and endowed with the power of inclusiveness.

I, who can embrace even the power of evil spirits, is there any reason why I cannot embrace their regrets?

Having made that decision, I stormed into the castle’s main gate and challenged all the knights present there to a duel.

By competing with each other, I hope that the other person can recognize me, and that I can feel deep in my heart that the hero I recognize is moving forward.

“You’re really strong! Indeed, he is worthy of holding that shield!”

This process was not easy.

I am far from perfect.

In this situation, it was extremely difficult to deal with skilled knights using only my body and martial arts while limiting the powers I could use, such as provocation and divinity.

“I was fooled by its cute appearance! You got hit!”

“No nonsense. I gave my best from the beginning and lost.”

“It’s a path that will disappear anyway. Even if you make ugly excuses, no one will say anything, right?”

“What am I saying? What a trash colleague.”

“Kyaha! My colleagues are a mess! We are brothers! Have you forgotten?!”

“Ah. It did. It was like that.”

My breath rose up to my chin.

My brain, which had forgotten even the time to think, advised me to just follow my instincts.

The heart, racing like crazy, protested to its owner through pain.

My trembling hands were unstable, as if I would lose my weapon at any moment, and my brisk steps were suddenly tied to the ground.

“How about taking a break? A hero of future generations. As it is. hmm. sorry. I underestimated your resolve.”

My head told me I needed to rest, but my heart refused to stop.

There are too many things I have embraced to slow down my steps now.

Since I am a human being who moves with emotion rather than reason, I willingly followed the words of my heart and raised my weapon.

After taking one step at a time, defeating the knight again, and again, and again, I reached the top floor of the castle, where a knight with a pure white shield and long sword similar to the one I had was waiting for me.

The knight flinched when he saw the shield I was carrying, but then he smiled and took a stance.

That was definitely the attitude of Garrad, whom I faced a few months ago.

At that time, I could not show reverence to Garad. I couldn’t afford to take that kind of leisure.

To be honest, I can’t say that the situation was relaxed even now, but at least it didn’t seem like it would be destroyed as horribly as it did then.

He raised his shield and took a step forward.

This is what I felt while dealing with various knights on my way here, but I can’t be the heavy shield that often appears in fantasy.

I long for an iron wall that cannot be shaken by any attack, but the problem is that I am too small for that.

Even if my strength is greater than it appears on the outside, and even if my shield skills are amazing, it is impossible to overcome the weight of my small body.

Even if you can block the strong wind, how can you withstand rising into the air?

Once I acknowledged this fact, I saw a new path forward.

Rather than focusing on what I can’t do, I focus more on what I can do.

Not a warrior,

Mesgaki-esque.

Garad, who saw my lunge, stepped back with one foot and made a straight line with his sword.

sting. He must be thinking of pushing back the force contained in my charge with the shock gathered at one point.

If a normal person did something like that, people would ask if he was crazy, but Garad is different.

The knight who created the mountain out of pure clay will pierce every inch of the power contained in his charge and achieve his wish.

I don’t doubt that.

I am confident because I have dealt with him.

That’s why I don’t back down.

I see his sword flying.

Slow down your walking speed slightly, steal your attention by gently moving your shield to the side, and even then, check the tip of the sword being thrown out as if it were natural, and measure the timing.

It is not a result obtained through research beyond the monitor, nor is it a result obtained through the help of other impregnable skills, but the result obtained after thinking and making my own decisions.

Timing of parrying.

A cheerful and pure sound.

An arm that doesn’t feel the slightest pain. On the other hand, the tip of the sword bounced into the distance.

This is the conclusion I reached.

Why should I accept the full force that my opponent uses?

That’s the path only noble knights and muscle-brained warriors would take.

That’s not the way a snarky little boy would choose, right?

A kid who likes to sarcasm, tease, and trample on others and make them whimper is clever.

Is it because of the heightened feelings of the other person’s embarrassment? He held down his mouth that was about to open and swung his mace.

Naturally, Garad tries to block my attack with his shield.

A shield is a weapon that exists to block an opponent’s attack.

Tooung! He grins as he sees the slightly dented shield accompanied by a dull impact sound.

It seems that a fake shield can’t compare to the real one.

slowly.

One move. One move.

We destroy Garrad and the knight imitating him.

He tears the shield, shatters the shoulder armor, blows off the wrist holding the weapon, splits the leg that is trying to wrestle, and thrusts the mace onto the head of the knight sprawled on the floor.

I am the one who has lived in this terrible world and never taken any human life.

I was naturally repulsed by this action, but I could sense that the other person wanted this to end, so I struck down the mace with all my might.

The last remaining knight turns into powder and scatters.

‘I didn’t win against Garad. That person. It’s actually much stronger than this, right?’

‘ah. ‘Do you want to tell me that your grandfather won in the end?’

Seeing my grandfather excited like a child, I didn’t even feel like teasing him. Anyway, after a while, you’ll be begging for it to be done in moderation, so let’s just enjoy it for now.

“Black.”

As I was stretching and comforting my tired body, I heard crying coming from behind me.

Benedick was crying. The giant, who could be called a giant, had his face stained with tears.

“Excellent. Ugh. did. Lucyyy!”

I tried to avoid the two hands trying to hug me, but Benedick was too fast for that.

Oh really! Isn’t it a fantasy world where the bigger you are, the slower you are? Why is this person so strong and fast!

I was on the verge of crashing into Benedick’s dirty face, but the goofy fox intervened as if to block him.

“You bastard! How dare you tarnish Lucy’s beauty with that ugly liquid!”

“Don’t stop me! I have to convey these feelings to Lucy!”

“Noisy! You troll! Do you think your daughter will like that!?”

“…huh?”

Only then did I regain my senses and pretend to throw up at Benedick, who was looking at me, and his large body simply collapsed.

Ignoring Benedick, who was crying and apologizing, I moved forward and reached out to the legacy Garrard left behind.

His sword is different from the shield he gave as a gift to a close friend who helped him.

A blade wielded against the age of myth along with a knight named Garad.

A blood-red sword that is completely different from the pure white shield that not even a speck of dust can reach.

When I saw that ominous sword, as if it contained the flesh and blood he had crossed over, I stopped in my tracks.

It doesn’t matter if you use this sword as is. In itself, it is considered to be a semi-final level weapon among the countless swords that exist at Soul Academy.

If you think about it, this is better than ending. Hidden in the word ‘closure’ is the word ‘ineffective.’

But for some reason, I thought I shouldn’t use this sword like this.

I felt it when I first heard the knight’s will, I felt it when dealing with the knights of this castle, and I had a premonition that I felt when I finished the last knight.

I realized the identity of this premonition without difficulty.

Maybe this is what power is.

ruler. A knight who lived in the age of myth.

It is time to hand over your regrets to me and rest in peace.