Chapter 294 – 68. The Killing Department. (4)
Midnight.
Daughter and daughter.
The bell rang.
It is the sound of a bell announcing a call.
Standing in the hallway, restraining even the sound of breathing, Kane, the sub-master of the Magnus-Mercenary Corps, heard the sound and went into the training room. … And bow respectfully to the Geomje who rang the bell.
“Did you call, Danlord?”
“… Kane.”
“Yes, Danju.”
Sword Emperor Magnus smiled kindly and tapped the incessantly on the shoulder.
“Thank you for being with me for so long.”
“I am rather honored.”
“I’ll leave this to you now.”
Magnus looked out the window and said calmly.
In the capital outside the window, gray smoke was rising here and there hidden in the night sky.
“… It’s about time.”
In fact, the Geomje had often mentioned to the Vice-Danju that he would quit and leave sooner or later for several years. … And that was definitely decided on the very day Rick, the lucky man, visited the hideout.
Fu Danju was heartbroken, but he still accepted his fate.
Because everything can’t last forever.
“Don’t be too sad. When there is a meeting, there is also a parting. Isn’t that the way the world is?”
“Still… , I can’t help but feel sorry for you.”
“I will visit you from time to time.”
“You must come often.”
The two embraced tightly.
The Sword Emperor quietly left the training room with only the sword he had been with for half his life. In the hallway, members of the Magnus-Mercenary Corps were standing along one wall.
Everyone was looking at the face of Danju, whom they respected with a sad expression. With hot tears in my heart.
The Geomje passed slowly through the hallway, continuing to hug the crew members who had been with him for a long time.
The feelings were deep, but there were no words. Even without words, each other’s feelings were fully conveyed.
So, the Geomje left the hideout where he had been living for decades and headed to the imperial palace alone.
The gates of the imperial palace were blocked by mercenaries, not guards. Finally, they are a mercenary group belonging to the Granzo Union.
Upon recognizing Sword Emperor Magnus, who was close friends with Granzo Danju, they were confused while saying, uh uh. I didn’t expect him to appear here.
“I have something to look at in a while. Don’t worry too much Nothing will happen.”
“Did you talk to Grand Master Granzo?”
“We will talk separately later.”
The mercenary danju thought for a moment and got out of the way. Anyway, the existence of the sword emperor is not a being that can be stopped just by blocking them, and it is not the entire mercenary group, but only the sword emperor alone, the sword emperor’s personality is also a personality, and he politely asks for your understanding and guarantees that nothing will happen… !
After entering, the Geomje headed to the palace where the emperor resided.
Of course, I didn’t mean to stop the giant. … However, no matter how much I decided to watch, wouldn’t it be the last person to keep the minimum loyalty as a body that has been favored by the empire for a long time?
The Geomje’s steps, like those of an ascetic, contained reason, reason, and enlightenment in each step.
Soon the sword emperor arrived in front of the imperial palace.
The mercenaries who stood guard at the gate of the palace recognized him and rushed inside to report.
And after a while, a group of people come out of the palace.
Murloc Lord and Allen Danju saw the Sword Emperor standing tall under the pouring moonlight.
The Duke stepped forward and raised his voice.
“What brought you here!”
Then, as if liberated, Geomje smiled naturally.
“It’s shameful, but I’ve come to honor you for breaking the pact.”
ㅡ!
Doesn’t that mean that the Sword Emperor, who had promised not to stop by risking his honor, would break his will!
“Your Majesty has already been doomed!”
“It’s not just for His Majesty the Emperor. … What the empire has given me in the meantime is now to give back.”
It was the position of ‘Ten River’ and the name of ‘Sword Emperor’.
The Sword Emperor drew his sword.
“… Come out.”
And Magnus, the Sword Emperor, was looking straight at Natasha.
Ah.
She walked away slowly, as if possessed.
At that moment, Allen grabbed Natasha by the shoulder. And the gazes of two men and women colliding in the air.
Believe. You.
Although he did not say it, Allen’s feelings were fully conveyed to Natasha. She nodded her head once in moderation, and moved her leg again after her brief pause.
Natasha escaped from the crowd and stood in front of the Sword Emperor. All eyes of the people present were focused on the two men and women.
She bowed respectfully as a sign of her respect for the Sword Emperor, then drew the sword.
The subtle clumsiness I had seen before was no longer visible. … It means that she has overcome the wall of reason she has been living in.
The Sword Emperor laughed so lightly that no one noticed.
Excellent. Ascetic who walks the lonely path of the sword.
He believed that she would one day follow the path he had walked.
And the day he stops, she will take over and pave a new path.
Thus, the path of the sword will continue to advance.
“Come.”
… But he had no intention of letting her get out of her way easily. That was the weight of the name Sword Emperor that had been handed down until now.
Natasha took one deep breath in and exhaled, tightening her breath.
And two people who fly like lightning and collide.
Not only Allen, who had nothing to do with physically besides fucking, but also the shy mercenaries could not follow the movements of the two people who had already reached the level of superhumans.
“Huh…”
The emotion that came from within was a bit different from when the archmage realized the truth and used magnificent magic resembling Mother Nature.
… It was the feeling of looking at the bloody, sweaty life of human beings, where bones and flesh are shaved and shaved to the point of death.
How many swings must there have been in that one swing,
How many steps could there have been in that one step?
Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of efforts have been put into it again and again.
A human epic.
Because they could not fully comprehend the painstaking effort and self-mortification, a noble mind arose.
Old man to new man.
The old era, to the new era.
The old sword emperor, to the new sword emperor.
The two swords collided vigorously.
She poured out all of herself,
He received it with the heart of a parent, the heart of a teacher, and the heart of a senior.
Their swords were not simply to kill opponents, or to step on others.
It contained each other’s life and truth.
What is Bend?
What is a sword
What is martial arts
Furthermore, what is life?
He showed her the way to find her answer to that question, with her swords crossed.
That this is the path he has been moving on.
And, now, that this is the road you might be moving forward.
Ah.
She could feel the way he had walked.
On that lonely and weary road.
In the meantime, numerous sword emperors have been making one stitch at a time, the very road.
The sword and sword collided violently, stopping in the middle.
“Don’t cry.”
Natasha was crying.
… That’s why breathing is disturbed.
The Geomje smiled softly and soothed her.
“Now you can continue.”
“… Seniors, yet…”
“No, now. And someday, the day will come when you too will pass it on to someone.”
He bit the sword And he drove it deep into the ground right there.
“My sword as a sword emperor, this is the end.”
Sword Emperor Magnus approached his successor Natasha for the last time and held her hand tightly.
“Everyone has a sword in their hearts. How you handle it is up to you.”
“Old man… !”
Natasha clasped Magnus’ hands tightly, bowed her head, and sobbed silently.
“Now, you are the sword.”
The former Sword Emperor withdrew.
Then he bent deeply toward the murloc ball.
“Forgive me for not being able to watch. … I wish you eternal glory in the empire.”
“Danju Magnus… !”
Raising his head again, Magnus silently gave Arlen Danju a passionate gaze, then turned around and started walking slowly somewhere.
Like an ascetic on a long pilgrimage, seeking the truth…
Sword Emperor Natasha knelt down in front of Magnus’s sword, and shed tears while bowing her head.
Allen approaches her.
Yes, cry
Cry hard.
But when the sun rises, rise again.
As a new sword system befitting the new era.
· · ·
Right before Magnus left the imperial palace, he encountered his longtime friend, the fire-ghost Granzo Danju.
Seeing him come out alone without a sword, the fire ghost immediately figured out what had happened.
“… Yes, do you feel relieved now, my friend.”
“More than expected.”
Magnus laughed comfortably.
“Sorry for not being able to help.”
“So I came here to swear as much as I could… , If you do this, I won’t be able to do it either.”
“Good thing. Your insults must have been unbearable.”
The two look at each other and smile.
Granzo Danju hugged his friend and patted him on the back.
“Sometimes I come to Vermandois. At that time, put down all the sweets and drink and drink until your nose is crooked.”
“I can’t promise when I will go.”
“Okay, this is my friend. … Don’t be too late though. What fun is it when you meet after you’ve grown old and twisted? You should enjoy it when you’re even a little bit nervous.”
“Okay.”
And, Magnus left behind a meaningful smile.
… To some unknown place.
Wet.
Grenzo Danjou blew his nose once, habitually holding a cigarette in his mouth.
… The fire ghost’s eyes, which sucked in the smoke and exhaled it for a long time, were moist while looking into the distance.
