Chapter 123 – Holy Sword
The dragon was a being of which not much was revealed.
Currently, the most famous dragon is Baladur the Evil Dragon.
It was extremely rare for them to appear in the world, but it was fortunate.
No matter where in the world, anyone who witnessed the dragon in its entirety would have already died.
That’s why it was worth paying for a part of the dragon’s body.
This was also the case in the past.
A person who is crazy about unknown knowledge and materials who can give his all to a piece of scale.
In the end, an alchemist who was deceived by the dragon’s entertainment and nearly destroyed the world.
Eskis.
There was a crazy woman with that name.
Immediately after the ghost of the past revived and opened his eyes, the first intelligence he encountered was a half-human, half-dragon.
Feeling that this was her fate, she followed the half-human, half-dragon from that day on.
With her knees bent.
“Please, please, please, please, please… !”
“Oh, little! Are you really crazy!?”
Thanks to that, both of her knees turned into rags.
“Please, please… ! Just one piece! A piece of scale is all you need, great dragon!”
“It’s not a dragon!”
Beatrice, who had screamed at Eskis, grabbed her head.
Not too long ago, she moved her legs quickly to find a way to help Ed, but she felt unusual for the wave of her magic that burst out and she went back to Ed right away.
But the situation was already over.
All that was left was herself and the huge pit left by the aftermath of the wave.
She cried and searched for days, but no one was there.
While heading to the hut of a person named Sophia Drin, a place I had heard before to share the situation and find a way, I met this crazy woman.
Even though she was wearing a robe, how did she know, she kept begging me to remove the scales that had sprouted from her body.
Of course I didn’t like it.
She didn’t like the fact that she was descended from that terrible balladur, and she didn’t like that woman’s request for the scales as proof.
What does she mean by asking where to use it in the first place?
She’s the same woman, but she’s afraid she’ll do something terrible with her scales, so she’s reluctant.
No matter how I look at it, I wasn’t crazy.
“For now, since I have a place to go, stop following me. It is really too burdensome.”
Beatrice intended to go to Sophia Drin as planned.
It seemed that she would not gain anything by remaining here.
Still, just in case, she left her notes around the pit.
I tried to move her body, hoping that Ed would find it, but
“Me too! Take me too!”
“Oh, I can’t really curse at this.”
But she felt that if she moved even a little, that woman would quickly rub her knees against her floor and cling to her.
She said it looked like a centipede, and she was grossed out.
“I won’t say anything until you follow me, so walk properly.”
“Oh oh… If you walk properly, will you give me a piece of scale!”
“Why me… Ha, I don’t know.”
Beatrice looked at her staggering yet wide-smiling face, and her insides boiled.
So the alchemist and the half-human, half-dragon’s bizarre companion continued.
* * *
After being selected as a hero, Yurgon had trained a little, but that training was all about trying to handle the divine protection with ease.
So, having lost most of his divine protection, he was acutely aware of how weak he was.
It was inevitable because I had never learned how to use my body other than farming.
Due to that limitation, today the Paladins could not catch their breath and missed it.
“Whoops, whoops….”
Pain and resentment filled his muscles.
He was extremely sensitive to the irregularly visiting paladins, and he was carrying a load called Baladur, so his stomach was in a more difficult state.
“Everything I’ve collected will be forgotten.”
The lump of luggage spat out words dryly.
I blindly followed him because he kept precious treasures in his rare, but the door to the jewel did not open to Balladur, who had become a human.
Of course, he had no expectations, so he immediately left him there and turned around, but Balladur persistently followed him.
But fortunately, there was a harvest of finding an unknown potion rolling on the floor.
After sharing the potion to restore the body, the two left Rare.
“Stupid bitch. It just gets in the way, so get out of here.”
“It’s as simple as cutting my throat without having to do that.”
“Would you go back to the nest and wipe your throat and wait?”
I said that, but I knew it implicitly.
If he hadn’t even had Baladur by his side, he couldn’t have endured this far.
“Today, I can’t do it. Meals aside, I can’t stand my thirst.”
“Then this is the direction. Because there has been a village of humans since long ago.”
“I decide which way to go. It was a self-talk, so shut up, okay.”
And then, Jurgen started walking in the direction she indicated.
Balladur follows him.
“I’ve been talking to myself a lot these days….”
As usual, she spat out her words, as if not wanting to lose a word, but Jurgon, who was in a sensitive state, couldn’t quite pass them over.
―Quaang!
He growled as he grabbed Balladur by the collar and pinned him to the floor.
“Am I funny to you?”
“Who would laugh at this situation?”
“If you keep acting like that, I’ll cut off your ankles and make you a cripple.”
“…….”
Jurgen hated Balladur.
I didn’t like that ugly appearance, and I didn’t like the attitude that kept wanting me to die.
So, he wanted Baladur to hate himself too.
What is so important about fame and honor after death?
If you want to die because you have lost the will to live, you can die even if you bite your tongue right now.
Because Baladur, like himself, has become weak.
“It is so miserable.”
So, when Yurgon let go of Baladur’s collar and stood down, he continued her words slowly as she lay down.
“If your ankle is cut off, you will crawl here and die soon. I feel so miserable that I felt the fear of him.”
“It’s a good attitude. I have to scare you sometimes.”
“I am not afraid to die. But at least I can’t accept that in my end.”
Balladur raised his upper body.
The two, who had not been able to properly consume food and water for a short period of time, had noticeably lost weight.
“Warrior. If you’re not going to cut my throat, at least watch my end.”
After saying that, Balladur made a determined face, and Jurgen sighed and walked in the direction where the village was located.
“Stop fooling around and follow me. Because I am dying of thirst.”
“…….”
Because it was her behavior that he had seen several times before, Jurgen, who was fed up with it, realized that ignoring it in moderation would be effective.
After walking for a few more hours, a village appeared.
As he approached, Jurgon stopped in front of a house where smoke was blowing up, as if the chimney had not been provided, opened the door and went in.
“Yes?”
Then, two paladins who took off their white heavy armor and a young man who seemed to be their squire looked at Jurgen while holding a spoon from which he was eating soup.
These were the group that he could not kill and missed today.
Confused by the unexpected situation, Yurgon tried to pull out the sword, but the paladin’s mouth opened first.
“Oh, what a coincidence. Sit over here.”
“What, what? Don’t bullshit! Why me….”
“Don’t do that, come and get me some food. By the looks of it, it doesn’t look good.”
Whenever they were fighting fiercely, he felt confused by the attitude of the guys acting like squirrels, so he naturally stepped back and stretched out his hand behind him.
Unaware that a tingling sensation had touched his hand, he pushed Baladur back.
“The crime committed against the saintess was decided to be buried next time. There are more important things to do now.”
Thinking that there was no chance of winning in such a small space, Yurgon tried to get out of his body, but he was more embarrassed by the outrageous words of the paladin.
He thought about just running away, but he couldn’t because of the paladin’s words that followed.
“Wait, now that I think about it, I need to retrieve the holy sword.”
“I guess so. That guy is no longer a hero.”
After a short conversation, the two paladins faced each other and pulled out their silver swords.
The servant who was standing on one side with his hands in front also took out a short knife from his bosom.
“Ha, bullshit! Those who ran away don’t even know the subject! I am the hero Jurgen Granwald!”
Yurgon jumped out of the building and pulled out a luminizer.
I was definitely not in good shape, but I wouldn’t lose to those guys who had already been defeated and fled.
However, the Paladins leisurely followed him outside and began to laugh.
“Escape? If we die, we die, and we, who serve Goddess Illya, run away.”
“Have you ever thought that your life is on the line because a new revelation has been given?”
Urgon was also aware that that statement was true, but he could not back down.
“You are, Nabal! This sword is mine!”
“It’s not even funny. The Luminator belonged to the Goddess from the beginning.”
After some time has passed.
Yurgon, whose Luminator was stolen by the paladin, cried out to the sky with his broken body.
Balladur, who fell down next to him, was in a similar state.
* * *
“Kureugh….”
“These fuckers, what are they?”
Those armed with thick white heavy armor to the point of looking ignorant, and one that looked like a dagger.
Without a doubt, he realized that he was a Holy Knight of the Holy Empire as soon as he saw it.
What I’m wondering is
“Why do bastards who believe in the goddess attack the daughter of the goddess?”
Why did these chews flee from Osiel?
『IF-Osiel Salvation Route』
―Osiel Daytona is not corrupted.
From my memory, I must have seen a message saying that Osiel is not corrupted.
No way… He doesn’t fall, but does that mean that the Holy Empire’s targeting of Osiel won’t change?
“Changmuk….”
At that time, Osiel wrapped his arms around me and looked at me with warm eyes.
“Uh, huh?”
“Too… Cool….”
“Uh-huh, it’s nothing.”
A little while ago, when her paladins suddenly approached, I was looking at her blankly tilting her head at Ociel. I felt something unusual and moved closer to her.
Sure enough, these bastards tried to swing their swords at Osiel, so my eyes went wide, and I immediately exploded the protection and hit the head with my fist.
The ignorantly wielded fist was converted into a powerful attack with the assistance of divine protection.
The reason this was possible was because he had embodied most of the 45% protection.
It was a very difficult process before, but a few days before I decided to become a self-proclaimed warrior, it was as easy as soaking a sponge in water.
‘I’m not dead yet.’
It was fortunate.
When he wakes up, he’ll have to torture himself to hear the story.
‘That one?’
At that time, even in the midst of fainting, one of the paladins was holding a sword in her arms as if it were precious.
Curious, I approached him and tried to pick it up, but
“Ugh… I can’t. I’ll wash up first, Changmuk.”
“Uh?”
Osiel looked at me with dim eyes, pointed to a pond at a reasonable distance, and moved his legs there without listening to my answer.
“Oh, Osiel! Why why? Why are you washing?”
His heart ached and his body began to tremble.
I was more afraid of having to protect my body from her than from having to protect her Ociel from the Holy Empire.
“Stop!”
The mercenary’s desperately vomited cry did not reach the target and resonated in vain.
