135 135. 43. Mercenaries of the North (1)

The world is divided by the sword.

The heavens and the earth were split in two.

Dust didn't work.

Everything caught in the trajectory of the sword is frozen.

In the middle of it was Sigrun.

A half-black river was created for the noble fairies, and a gray cloak was torn into vines.

The mysterious silvery hair became sporadic, and the body was filled with frost in a half-frozen state.

Sigrun put his hand on my forehead.

Glug.

Red blood flows on the white forehead.

She slipped and saw the blood on my hands.

Then I frowned.

It was an unknown expression.

At first glance, I didn't understand the situation and seemed to be frozen. At first glance, I felt like I had a problem with something.

Neither.

The interstellar sigrun starts laughing with his forehead.

“Oh, really. It's the best.”

It sounded like it was really fun.

But I was feeling it.

A huge energy whistles around her.

What was in it was a terrible madness.

A monster that has finally reached [myth] 's horror for a thousand years,

Her high presence shot her son-in-law.

“Ughh..."

I heard a repressed moaning.

He turned his head and saw Gunne's face with his eyes open.

Even after death, the sword heel no longer existed.

All that's left is a poor half elf who was terrified in front of a huge battle.

I trembled as I came in with a face full of tears.

She still grabbed my closet tightly, so the tremor reached me even more desperately.

I stepped quietly.

A huge energy blooms around my body.

The shock of the body that gave its life and borrowed for a while.

The myth of fairies and the myth of the sword fluctuate to crush each other.

Whiskey for now. But it won't be long.

Unlike the Elder High Elves, who were completely violent, my violence was nothing more than a brief loan.

“Run.”

I grabbed the sword and told Gunne.

I could not have the same existence, rejection, as Sigrun does now.

Gunne withdrew from the dance floor.

Sigrun's laughter stopped.

A smiley face, like a snake's eyes, rolls towards Degur Gunne.

I stepped out and obstructed Sigrun's vision.

“I had no intention of keeping my promise from the beginning. ”

The Covenant between me and Elder High Elves is about equal co-operation.

She can't ask me for anything anymore, since she tried to break it and take possession of the opponent.

I declared.

“The Covenant was broken. ”

That word was enough.

Her horoscope, which was pressed by the son-in-law, began to shake unstably.

Her horror was undermined.

This is not a natural cost to the existence of those who have forsaken the Covenant.

“Go back, Elf. ”

It declared to her the legitimate rights given to the State party to the Covenant.

The outing is over.

Sigrun did not answer.

I just lifted a quietly cut silver sword.

At the same time, her upheaval became even more unstable.

Nevertheless, she was still overwhelmed and looked down at the world in a high place.

I could tell.

What her confidence in breaking the Covenant came from.

She was willing to pay for some of the thousand years of her life from the start. That's good enough for this place.

And that was true.

She had the ability to do so.

If the price she had to pay was just about the covenant with me.

“Nymphs go to the forest, dwarves go underground. ”

I recited some of the declarations of the end of the Great War one day in front of dwarves and fairies.

She still had no answer.

Rather, it came to me as big.

But she couldn't take three steps and had to stop there.

I looked at her like that and said coldly.

“Go back to the forest. Nymph.”

Sigrun looked at me.

His eyes were filled with awe.

At the same time, her upheaval became insane and unstable. As if it wasn't going to be scattered right now.

“How?”

Elder High Elves asked me before, looking at me in strong restraint.

I asked her to leave again instead of answering.

“This is no place for you to be. ”

That wasn't a favor.

Not human Idrian Leonberger.

An observer of the beginning and end of the Great War.

An order issued by the Nymphs as observers of the Final Declaration Inquiry.

“Get out of the forest. ”

A fairy who has been dragged down to the ground looks up to me.

At that moment, I was overwhelmed with anxiety.

He grabbed the sword and energized it.

But something happened before I even reacted.

I'm fine.

The sword in Sigrun's hand was crushed.

At the same time, dozens and hundreds of pieces of debris splattered.

With the sword of Elder High Elves not scattered.

It was too sudden to stop and the distance was too close to avoid.

I was defenselessly exposed to a fragment of the sword.

A piece of silver digs through my body.

It was then that Gunne stood in my way.

“Argh...”

I was choked by the blood that surrounded me.

“Yi Yi Yi!”

I was more tired of pale, whiter faces.

My eyes ache from the contrast of red blood shed on my white face.

Gunne looked at me with a parisian face.

I heard Sigrun's abominable voice.

“What's the point of breaking a sword like this? ”

I was extremely angry, and I drew down my sword with all my might.

(chuckles)

At that moment, the wound of the ship, which had been frozen and sealed, exploded.

It's not my fucking body. My fucking body.

He betrayed me.

Still, I swung my sword to the end.

That was the end.

I was unconscious and when I woke up, I was a royal palace.

* *

I sighed as I looked at Gunne.

The search party found me in a heap of rubble somewhere in the plains.

I'm guessing Sigrun was desperately trying to hide me in case he changed his mind after he was wounded.

I didn't go through it myself, but the fear she felt at the time seemed to be caught on her fingertips.

“Whoo."

I sighed.

Honestly, the fact that the Swordsmen didn't step forward would not have made me suffer the worst.

I have enough safeguards in my own way.

But the Swordsmen didn't know that, so they sacrificed their lives to protect me.

It was a shame.

I don't know his name or his face. It was just a part of the face that was revealed under the cloak.

So I couldn't grieve, I couldn't mourn.

That made me more troubled.

They gave their lives for me, because I didn't even have a memory to mourn and remember.

I looked at Gunne again.

The wound was severe. I was told that even if I woke up, I might not be able to catch the sword again.

I couldn't even guess what she would feel like if she woke up again.

But I just did what I had to do.

I will do my best to help that poor half-elf live for himself for the rest of his life.

The four swordsmen who were stationed next to Montpellier for surveillance were also about to be summoned.

I asked the maid who was by my side to look at Gunne quietly.

Take extreme care, and when you wake up, give up immediately.

I went back to the room with Adelia's help.

It's been a day.

Gunne is still awake, and the swordsmen who sent him to monitor Marquis Montpellier have come to me.

I told her the news of the other swords hiding behind the Grass Cape.

They didn't say anything. I just listened so hard.

Those who have lived their whole lives as livestock have never known to mourn the death of their companions.

Only a blurred breath informed me that they were shaking weakly.

“Can you show me your face? ”

I sighed and asked them to take off their capes.

They wet the hood of the cape without hesitation.

“Ah..."

I sighed.

He was hair and face, and no one was like him.

These are others, and I didn't know that.

I was just remembering the gray cloak.

I asked them a name.

They looked at me blind.

His tongue was cut off, he could not speak, he could not write, and he did not know how to reveal his name.

“Just the shape of your mouth. ”

Only after listening to me did they flatter their lips.

Gu Hee, who made a good impression on the enemy, is Jonathan.

With a calm impression of black hair, Gu Hee-hee said, "Temperature."

The black-headed face on the dark brown hair is Harun.

A white black-headed man with a pale golden curly face is' Ibir '.

“Jonathan, Gionne, Harun, Ibir."

When I called out his name, the Swordsmen avoided the gaze with an awkward face.

I told them more quietly.

You guys are free now, if there's anything you want to say.

But after a lifetime of slavery, she had already forgotten how to decide something for herself.

Rather, they looked at me with a depressed face, as if they had been abandoned.

I thought I might need some time.

Not until those who have lived as slaves, as livestock, as scavengers in the dark become human again.

It will not be possible.

I'm the one who lives in a paddock, and there's no reason for them not to.

Asking the names of the sacrificed swordsmen, he engraved them in his head and ordered them to rest indefinitely.

Marquis Montpellier's surveillance was indeed entrusted to someone else.

I couldn't spy as secretly as I used to, but it would be enough to stop the Marquis from rambling around.

The Swordsmen leave and lie down alone. Marquis Villefeld comes.

After a while, a story about the Swordsmen came out.

Marquis said that he would honor them by setting up a rain carved with the names of the sacrificed swordsmen, and that all the surviving swordsmen would welcome them as his foster children and fully support them in their new lives.

“Thank you.”

Marquis Villefeld, who taught me so much without knowing anything, was able to teach many things to the Swordsmen, and I thanked him for lying down on his bed.

Marquis smiles because he has four beautiful daughters in the shade.

After that, I lay on my bed and devoted myself solely to recovery.

Soon after, Gunne woke up, and I gave her freedom.

But she insisted on staying by my side.

Fortunately, she recovered well and had no sequelae, so I gave her the title of Knight in short form.

And I told him not to cover his face with a cloak again, but to be beaten wherever he was.

She was very awkward to reveal her bare face, but quickly adapted to follow me with a unique, faceless face.

In fact, nothing was different from her or me or before.

If anything changes, it's just that she shows up and stays by my side.

The difference was bigger than I thought.

After Adelia, I drowned behind me, and the knights made fun of me, saying that I was like a cub following my mother.

I'm having such a peaceful time, and the King's supply flew outside the province.

“The Imperial Army has attacked the border fortress of the Dothrin Kingdom! ”

By that time, all the unclean energy that was left in the body was gone, and the wound on the ship was quite bitten.

I had no reason to hesitate.

I shook my bed, got up, and had a chopper.

Then I went to the king and told him.

“I'll be there.”

The king overturned his permission and persuaded me how many times because of what had happened before.

But I persisted.

I realised desperately through my confrontation with Sigrun.

I'm still weak. There was a need to grow further.

Take the blood value of the Swordsmen from the Evil Elder High Elves and make sure nothing happens to borrow my body for the rest of my life.

“This is the last time. I'm not giving you any extra oil. ”

After all, the king gave me permission to go to Dothrin.

“I thought I'd go after the war. ”

Jean Katrine roars, saying it's too late.

Then I told him where to go for a while in the late King Kiking Kim.

Jean Kathryn jumped.

Do you know what a station wagon is?

Despite his arrogance, he finally accepted my demands.

He stopped in the north, returned to the royal palace and headed to Dothrin to collect the knights.

“We've arrived.”

I looked down there at Jean Kathryn's words.

A sky with a lot of eating clouds, the clock was not good.

It was only a blurred world that was revealed under the clouds.

But nevertheless I could tell.

That I was on the battlefield.

A faint breath of blood mixed with the wind tickles the tip of the nose.