episode_0738

As the warrior shouted about his status as the strongest, Frey, who was staying in the audience, felt his heart pounding.

If it were the old Frey, he would not have felt anything from the warrior shouting his foolish dreams.

Because for her, the hope, excitement, and liveliness contained in the word dream were empty emotions.

But the current Frey was different.

She knew what her dream was.

I realized how much romance there was in a seemingly foolish cry.

I understood all too well that the most absurd stories are the ones worth laughing at and running through.

The girl who taught Frey what emotions were always challenging the impossible and winning, so how could Frey, who followed in her footsteps, not know romance?

The strongest.

I want to be the strongest.

I want to be stronger than anyone else.

So I want to hear a lot of compliments from Lucy.

And I want to see Lucy tremble with jealousy.

How cute would Lucy be if she pretended not to care but still got really annoyed?

Frey, who had been imagining a future that had not yet come true, made up his mind from that moment on.

No matter what happens, I will win this match. I will prove that I am the best.

All my other friends are doing their best too.

The prince risked his life to defeat his brother, who had been his wall.

Joey took Lina down from the bottom by analyzing her and even gained the upper hand against me.

The same goes for the saintess. She didn’t back down even against Frete.

And even now, with Lucy in front of me, I’m trying to fight instead of backing down.

It’s strange. I thought that even if it was just the saintess, she would quietly back away.

I wonder if he has come to know something by today.

Frey looked at Faby with hard eyes and thought it was amazing, but he didn’t think Faby would win anyway.

It’s not a question of strength or weakness. It’s a question of compatibility.

The power that the saint wields is a power bestowed by the god, and Lucy is the god’s daughter.

How could the divinity of the Lord attack its master? It’s absurd.

Even if the Saint chooses a different method, once Lucy begins to control her divinity, it will be the end.

Frey’s prediction was correct.

At first, Faby did her best.

Use reinforcement magic to hinder the opponent’s movements and build a stronghold by erecting numerous walls.

Her strategy of gradually accumulating damage and causing pain to Lucy was the best she could come up with.

It’s just that the opponent was bad.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

The moment Lucy, who had been quietly accepting her opponent’s technique, waved her hand, everything that had been made of divinity came crashing down.

In the end, the power given by God could not reject God’s will.

“As expected, she’s a saint. She’s great.”

Even though everything she had prepared had disappeared in vain, Faby’s expression remained undimmed.

“Lucy too. You have complete control over my divinity.”

“What did I do? It’s just because Mama gave me strength.”

“Still, thanks to you, I can spread my faith in Lucy with peace of mind.”

“…Faith in me?”

“Yes. Erginus said that, right? The concept of divinity is a matter of whether or not you acknowledge that person. Since the divinity of the Lord acknowledged Lucy, there is no reason not to believe in Lucy.”

Lucy was shocked and shouted at the words that other believers would surely believe her since she had seen it with her own eyes, but Faby had no intention of listening to her.

“Armadi-sama also gave permission. No matter what Lucy says, I will do what I have to do.”

“Paybee!”

“I asked Frete for advice just in case, but he said to just do it. I think Lucy will understand in the end.”

Lucy’s expression became distant at Faby’s words that forgiveness was easier than permission, but Faby smiled broadly and lowered her head.

It was clear that Lucy won and Faby lost, but their expressions were completely opposite.

*

Next match. Frey, who was watching Arthur standing across from him, fiddled with his sword and smiled.

I’ve been fighting with the prince ever since my academy days.

Because besides Lucy, she was the only one who could withstand my sword.

But that was in the past. The current prince is one level below me.

You’re trying to narrow the gap in skill by using various techniques, but it might have been possible in the Academy, but now it’s impossible to narrow the gap with such tricks.

So it’s clear. I’m going to win. I’m going to win and go up and fight Lucy.

“I don’t even see you as an enemy.”

Frey nodded as if it was natural to hear Arthur say that while fiddling with his sword.

“That’s right, Prince. It’s so sloppy.”

“Compared to you, yes.”

Instead of getting angry, Arthur calmly acknowledged his own shortcomings. The gap between them was too wide to be resolved.

“I’m definitely mediocre in many ways. I’m lacking in black compared to you, and my magic is lacking compared to Joy.”

The same goes for other parts.

Arthur achieved a certain level of success in many areas, including his looks, his sociability, his political skills, and his wit, but he was not the best in his field.

Several warriors, including Geomseong, advised that it would be better to just dig down with the sword.

Several wizards, including the Magic Apostle, asked him if he should pursue his magical talents.

Even the piece of Soladin that had been by his side for a long time and was now suffering mentally by the second prince’s side was said to be ineffective.

To be honest, at some point Arthur himself doubted whether this was right.

Every time those who walked with me ran forward, leaving me behind, and every time I felt like I was going around in circles while desperately trying to follow behind, I wondered if there wasn’t another way.

The person who answered those doubts was an unexpected person.

‘The reason you feel mediocre is because you haven’t accumulated enough.’

Garad. The hero, who had returned to his homeland after hundreds of years, met Arthur at a social gathering and heard his worries. He then said this.

‘There’s not much difference between being mediocre and being able to do anything. The former becomes the latter when you gain experience and skill.’

Garrad used himself as an example. He said that he used to be called a dull knight with no flair or strength, but once he crossed a certain boundary, he became a paragon of knighthood.

‘I didn’t just train myself in boring basics because I liked it. It’s normal for everyone to want to be something special and outstanding.’

‘Then why did you continue walking down that boring path?’

‘What reason could there be? It’s because I’m a human who can only do this.’

If Garad had talent like the Sword Master or Frey, he would have gladly devoted himself to flashy swordsmanship.

If I had overwhelming force like Benedict, I would have had the audacity to destroy everything.

If there had been just one of many possibilities, Garad would have taken a different path.

But the reason Garad couldn’t do that was because he didn’t have either of them.

‘I don’t think you’ll be much different, will you?’

Arthur couldn’t bring himself to shake his head at Garrad’s question. He knew it himself.

Even if he threw himself into the sword, he would not be able to surpass Frey Kent.

Dedicating your life to magic will not produce results greater than Joy’s.

You may be able to climb to a certain level, but you’ll just struggle without becoming the best.

‘If you think about it carefully, it doesn’t seem that different from now, does it?’

‘I hate to admit it, but yeah. I guess that’s fucking true.’

‘That’s why guys like you and me have to quietly build a castle. If we build the foundation from the bottom up, we’ll eventually reach a high place.’

Arthur found Garrard’s words plausible, but at the same time he was skeptical.

In the end, it felt like reaching that high place was something that required talent.

Garad, who noticed it with just a little commotion, smiled as if he knew it and patted Arthur on the shoulder.

‘You don’t have to trust me. To be honest, I didn’t think you would.’

‘Then why did you give me advice?’

‘Someone else, not me. You’d believe it if it was the person who showed you the way.’

‘…Lucy Allen, you mean?’

‘It may be hard to imagine from her usual tone and actions, but Lucy Allen is a wise person. She can see farther and wider than even the most divinities. If someone like her were to suggest that path to you, there must be a reason for it, right?’

Lucy Allen’s wisdom. Arthur, who walked beside her, understood the weight of those words.

Lucy Allen may seem like she acts without thinking, but looking back, each of her actions had meaning.

I hate to say this myself, but honestly, I think he’s a guy who deserves to be called wise.

That’s the method that Lucy Allen recommended to me. To doubt it is no different from doubting the path I’ve walked so far.

Rather than necessarily choosing an inefficient method, is it true that we can only move forward by choosing an inefficient method?

‘What a tough life.’

‘That’s true, but it’s not as bad as you think. The peak that you reach by suffering more than others is much stronger than others.’

Arthur, who had regained his faith thanks to Garad, laid the foundation diligently.

He defeated Rene, who he thought he would never be able to defeat in his entire life.

“But still, this is my path.”

I have no doubts anymore. I just believe that the path I am walking is right and move forward.

As Arthur held out his sword with such determination, Frey giggled and wrapped herself in a colorless aura.

“Then prove it, Prince.”

“I’d be happy to do that.”