170 170. 53. Fill the glass with blood (1)

No one opened their mouth to the seriousness of the matter first.

It was the faces that came, rather than being pressured by heavy pressure.

Vincent wears his mouth after a long silence.

“Take the Black Spear Soldier, too. ”

He proposed to cut off half of the winter power, including the Rangers, as well as the Forces of Spearman.

So I refused that the gap in winter's power would be too large.

But Vincent didn't bend my will.

“I checked the trends of monsters in the mountains and I am of the opinion that there will be no massive invasion of monsters this winter. ”

“According to the Rangers, most of the monsters that survived the last battle were headed for the Frost beyond the Blade Mountains. ”

The commanders who kept their mouths shut have empowered my lord's opinion.

Everybody put their mouths together and said,

Winter Castle is a no-brainer.

Vincent said with a firm face.

“Winter is over. ”

He just said that this winter, the hardest time, would be over.

But it didn't sound that good to me.

Jeong.

The sound of something breaking out like a hallucination digs into my ear.

It was the noise of thick ice splitting over the walls.

It was also the sound of a hard chain breaking from the previous life to the present.

The heart pounds. The temples are burning like crazy.

In front of my eyes, I had a fever like Aziarang.

The conference room, which had only been closed for a short time, ran up.

“Your Majesty?”

Vincent called me worried.

His face was the same as usual when he asked where his body had been injured in the last battle.

I don't even know what just happened.

The sound of dwarves hammering out the conference room window was echoing.

The rangers' energetic greetings and shouts are being heard.

The birds that went back the way the Sacred Wind passed are returning.

Cold snow clothing is cut off and the fortress is now awake.

In my head, I heard [Poem of War Spring].

I don't know if this is a good time.

Apart from accepting the ugly offer of an old oak, it was unimportant from the beginning.

When the war triumphed, many monsters fled, and winter was over.

Despite the strong winds and blizzards in the mountains, the ice around the fort remains intact.

The spring came as clandestinely as a night thief.

Now I realize that.

The great peace did not exist from the beginning.

All I needed was time for frozen snow to melt and sprout.

I was so glad of the late enlightenment that I laughed without even knowing it.

“Sire, have you suffered any head injuries in the last battle? ”

The straightforward man, who abandoned freedom and peace at the moment of choice and chose restraint and struggle, did not know that spring was still imminent, but only made the wrong sound.

But they will know soon enough.

The snow on the walls melts.

And when the damp fur and the armour were dried up,

I know winter is over completely.

I know spring is finally here.

But you will realise.

* *

At the end of the meeting, it was night.

I was walking around the wall, and I saw a familiar face from afar.

It was Vincent with the bottle.

“Vincent.”

“I can't sleep. ”

Vincent, who found me, looked at the bottle.

I took the bottle and poured it into my mouth without specifying it.

“Just a little, just a little. It's annoying to go down to get it again. ”

The attitude of being a saint made me a cheap alcoholic beverage. So I choked and emptied the bottle completely.

My insides ran up.

As you can see, Vincent frowns as he gives you an empty bottle with a trim.

He put his hand in his arms, who was so full of empty bottles.

Ugh.

There was a new bottle in his hand that came out of his arms again.

I used the Warlock impression.

I pretended it was just one bottle, and I never thought it would happen again.

Somehow, it felt right and I didn't like planting spirits.

But I don't have any excuse to say anything, but I just said it again.

Vincent grabs the cap of a bottle and asks.

Chuckle.

He was reminded of his face as he drank. Even before I came, I drank quite a drink.

Vincent hides the bottle behind him.

“There's really no more. ”

“For being a gentle lord. ”

“If you want to eat it, go and get it yourself. ”

“It's annoying.”

“I'm bothered, too. ”

The rangers looking beyond the walls at the same silage shake their heads like they're ridiculous.

I sat by Vincent's side, ignoring him.

Then I saw the mountains rise far beyond the snowfield.

I heard Vincent whistling.

I hope you're just listening to me give you a drink like that.

Mulberry.

I heard the sound of picking up the cap of a bottle.

Turning his head, Vincent saw a new bottle of wine in his mouth.

“It's the last time.”

“Khh. This is really the last time. ”

Contrary to what I said, I heard a roar in Vincent's arms.

The liquor in the kitchen of the castle seemed to have come up with all of it.

I turned my head without a word.

Vincent's face was filled with agony.

I didn't know if it was because of regret about the last choice or because he was worried about the future.

Vincent also opened his mouth and didn't talk to me.

I had no intention of opening my mouth and encouraging or encouraging.

I was just sitting there.

For a very long time, until Vincent completely emptied his last bottle.

Beep beep.

He stood up in his place stumbling.

“Let's go down first. ”

“Uh, I'm going down more. ”

Vincent looks down and turns around.

Whichever way you go.

His waist became more and more straight as he walked the wall in jeopardy.

And when he reached such a far distance, he was walking without a single shake.

I didn't see any intoxication.

I didn't feel any pain either.

Only the back of the firm man remained like a rock.

“Ugh. It's cold. ”

When he finally became invisible, Ranger Jorden approached and gave me a bottle.

“To the Lord is a secret. ”

“Uh, thank you. ”

I drank with the Ranger squadron commanders because Jordanian lived in a real liquor.

The last remaining glass was sprinkled in the snowfield beyond the walls.

Thinking about the men who had broken out in the last battle.

I went down the wall.

“Your Majesty."

The lone-eyed cavalry commander frowns at me as he looks at me.

I smelled the booze in my body.

“The wind is cold, so get in there and melt yourself.”

The cavalry commander coughs and climbs the stairs to the wall.

“Ah. Jordan. ”

I thought of the presence of the remaining drunkards on the wall lately as I was walking past him unawares.

I expressed my condolences on the day before they met the knowledgeable cavalry commander.

* *

The next day, after the slowdown, I immediately summoned the knights.

I checked their accomplishments daily.

What they gained in the last battle, and how the war affected them.

There was no big change for Arwen.

The sword and energy that had been hard had only become more mature.

I studied the power of Arwen.

The strongest of the Ring masters I knew was the lonely man of my life. The silver lions and court knight commanders who met in the central region were more handsome than the outsiders.

And Arwen dared to assume that she had no morale compared to the outsider of her life.

The stability of the ring in a firm sentiment, and the myriad practical experiences there made her a harder knight than anyone else.

I was overwhelmed by the solidity hidden in my poor looks.

“Steel fits the nickname. ”

“I'm just trying. ”

Arwen glances at the knights next to her with a red face.

I saw Adelia and Eli following her gaze.

Their change, unlike that of Arwen, was dramatic, and was noticeable.

The biggest change was their upheaval.

After a day with the Dark Green Clan, they finally reached the rank of hero beyond the extraordinary.

Even though his weather was badly damaged by the Great Monarch, it was not intact, but it was clear that he was limited in his grasp.

So Eli was able to create another verse of my Muhunsi, and Adelia was able to use another verse of [The Poetry of the Opening Wall].

It was the development of the nobility.

I proposed a battle between masters as a test.

The first one was Eli.

Ordinarily, the one who couldn't even step on Arwen's shadow saw what the wind was blowing, and he pointed at her.

I watched the struggle of the two of them with interest.

The battle between Arwen and Eli was a battle between the Master of the Ring and the Master of the Heart.

Every time the sword hits you, Eli's AuroraBlade shatters. I must have insisted on wanting to vomit blood on Eli's pale face.

I thought about his face.

I noticed that I was wondering if I should use [Poetry of the Moon].

But consequently it was a worthless thought.

Before he answers his questions, Arwen's sword touches his neck.

“That's it.”

Arwen takes a small breath and reaps the sword.

Eli lowers his head.

I had a lot to say, but I didn't want to be in front of my favorite woman.

If you're an ordinary guy, you haven't used [Moo-hoon Shi] yet, so it wouldn't be weird if you said that winning or losing is invalid.

“I wrote Muhyun Shi. I wonder if the outcome has changed. The level of experience and doctrine in that sword is different. ”

In my words, Eli kicked his lips and disappeared somewhere.

Next was Adelia's turn.

I tried to step up because her sword was still dark enough to live without resection. But Arwen asked me to fight her first.

It was a curious look.

“All right. If you want to be dangerous instead, you can always get in. ”

He raises his hand to the sword and shouts the beginning of the battle.

Usually blinded, but in terms of swordsmanship, Adelia was a rare genius. And she would never have seen the battle between Eli and Arwen.

I don't know, but Eli already knows why he lost.

My guess was right.

She thought about how to deal with Arwen in her own way through Eli's defeat.

But the problem was that the method was several times more drastic than I thought.

“I shook my sword. ”

Adelia's sword glows yellow, reciting [Poetry of the Opening Wall] at the same time as the beginning of the battle.

“What a madman! ”

I immediately stopped Arwen from speaking.

The sword is slanted and the golden clerk is shed.

Gaga Gaga!

The sword of Adelia flows through the earth with the noise of the listening turtle.

Bang!

The force of the lost opening wall drops to the quarter.

Despite the shedding of the power of the poem, I had to step back a few steps. I saw the footprints engraved in front of me, and Adelia rushed to me with her sword.

“Your Majesty!”

Her face was filled with anxiety and self-defence, just in case I was hurt.

I looked more at the floor with that good face.

A deeply pierced pit had no hand in digging a man.

I hit the nonderly.

Uncuff the frozen wrist, clearing the masters' excellence.

Adelia's the first, Arwen's the second. Eli was the last one.

And none of the three were weaker than the other gifted lions of the kingdom.

I laughed with satisfaction.

Confirmation continued.

All the other articles were summoned by pronunciation.

The five hundred remaining knights who were called to the stadium stared at me.

The sun stood sharp with grudges.

It's flashing because of expectations.

I stretched out my fingers over the royal broken caribou and silver foxes.

“Antoine. Come out. ”

A middle-aged mercenary who was once the leader of the Silver Fox Mercenary Corps but is now one of the many knights of the Winter Castle stands before me.

I ordered a confident Antoine.

I asked you to show me what you got out of the last war.

This time, I hope it's not an unadulterated song like "Knife to Cut".