Chapter 190 – 54. Cohabitation With Erti (1)
Type 1 Demon Beast Graiel. A named monster whose name is left in the history books.
True to its nickname of a fallen angel, the angel’s wings visible behind it are impressive. However, its pitch-black color and ominous red eyes are like a demon.
The humanoid monster flew up.
Just like that, his wings tore through the air. With a roar like a supersonic fighter jet flying by.
Hee hee
Greiel began to sing the hymn of destruction.
“Even listening to it now, it’s a terrible song. Such extreme tone deafness.”
Erti said jokingly. The sound of impact the monster made shook the air in all directions. Then he flew up nearly 10 meters and looked down at Atlin with arrogant eyes.
‘That’s a type 1 witch. No. A demon who has become a monarch.’
Although he is a Type 1 Witchbeast, Greyel is the ruler who leads the Demonbeast Corps manifested in the Empire-class nest.
In fact, its power is to the extent that it would be right to call it a transcendental type that goes beyond Type 1. Just the magical energy that he exhaled as if he were breathing made me feel as if I had sunk into the deep sea.
Right now, this behind-the-scenes space and my mind are closely connected.
Nothing here could threaten me. Instead, I could feel the suffocating feeling stabbing my lungs.
However, even going against that heinous life. There was a flash of light rising towards the Fallen Angel.
“It has begun.”
Through the sacrifice of his subordinates, Atlin finally entered the headquarters of the demon army. She thrust her sword at Graiel.
Of course, the place where Greyel is is far above the ground. Surprisingly, Atlin’s method was the same as mine.
‘Alchemy?’
Unlike Greiel, Atlin couldn’t have wings. Even the grand master, Atlil, couldn’t jump all the way to where he was.
However, Atlin made a huge pillar with her alchemy and flew up.
“Isn’t it amazing? Alchemy that reached such a high sky? Of course, that alchemy wasn’t performed by Atlin. Atlin had no talent for magic or alchemy.”
“Then how?”
“But the sword she’s holding is so good.”
Erti smiled and pointed at herself. She explained briefly.
The holy sword Siertia is a holy sword blessed by Jedin. So, with the qualification of the holy sword, it was possible to use the power of the six gods under Jedin.
‘Is it the same as me using the characteristics of multiple species?’
With the help of that alchemy, Atlin’s restrictions were removed. Atlin reached the Fallen Angel in an instant after stepping on the raised ground.
Her sword, Siertia, pierced Graiel’s chest with an aura blade. However, Atlin’s expression hardened.
“Is it fake too?”
Atlin’s chanting words came to me in an instant. The Lyell created her alter ego. It was one of those alter egos that Atlin stabbed.
“Strictly speaking, it is not an alter ego. Not only is Graiel’s body as brutal as a Grand Master, but he also uses high-ranking magic. It’s an 8th tier magic of seduction.”
In other words, Atlin was enchanted by Greiel.
However, the Holy Sword burned again. That holy light evaporated the Fallen Angel’s vision in an instant.
“How about it? That is the dignity of the holy sword blessed by Jedin.”
But there was no bird to listen to Erti’s chatter.
A divine power shield created by Siertia.
Immediately after that shield burned away Greiel’s magic power and seduction magic. A full-scale battle between Greiel and Atlin has begun.
“Graiel!!!”
Atlin’s shout tore apart the demon power that had been sprayed once again.
And in that cry. Atlin’s despair at the loss of all his men.
However, even if it meant burning her own life, she felt the desperate will after the lion sword to rip and erect that Lyell.
Eventually, the sword form created by that will. Atlin’s Lion Heart Sword unfolded before my eyes.
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwam-
“I didn’t know when I was fighting myself. It’s amazing to see this. Both Greiel and Atlin.”
The ensuing battle was not a tactical unit. It is a unit of strategy.
Transcendence-type Demon Beast and Grand Master Swordsman. The two of them, who crossed the limits of humans and monsters, changed the topography of the Wernigue Plain in real time.
And I Why did Erti point out my lion heart sword and midnight sun? I was finally able to understand
‘She was right.’
A sword type drawn by Lion Swordsman. And Greyel, who opposes that sword attack.
In the face of the battle between the two transcendentalists, all the swordsmanship I had built up was dismantled, and all of those concepts became meaningless.
Atlin’s body was getting tattered from the continued battle. Although she is wearing the Holy Orbs that are no less than the Holy Sword.
With the spear of another angel that Lyell held in her hand, and magic, she had been crushing Atlin without rest.
However, Greyel was also not well. Atlin’s onslaught tore off his wings.
The holy sword helped in battle by summoning not only alchemy, but also the four spirits.
‘It’s just like me. Atlin’s fighting style.’
The battle continued. It was a fierce battle where each other’s lives led the body.
However, several hours passed, but the game was not easily decided.
“Now focus on Atlin’s sword. After a while The final secret of the Lion Heart Sword. Because Atlin will reach the real state of the midnight sun.”
In the meantime, three knights died. Atlin’s expression was calm and unwavering. I felt her mind sink into great despair.
Atlin was silent. Tears were flowing from her eyes. She sacrificed all her soldiers and knights for this operation.
Only two articles left. The Essenmund army was virtually annihilated. Atlin’s golden hair in despair. The color was fading to pure white.
“I even used the rareness of life left in my mana heart. Atlin is. To the point where her hair turned white overnight.”
Erti borrowed the form of Atlin. There was a reason why her hair was gray.
‘In the portrait I saw, he had golden hair.’
Then finally. Atlin’s sword. The shape of the Aura Blade that was attached to the holy sword Siertia changed.
“Seonohui (先奧義) pole night. A sword of darkness created by Atlin, who reached the bottom of despair. Would you like to watch?”
Like Erti said.
Instead of that flash that reminded me of the sun. Like the night of a polar night when the morning has not yet dawned, an aura of pitch-black light covered Siertia’s blade.
A darkness that seemed to swallow up even the magic power. Like the heaviest darkness before dawn.
The aura blade called Polar Night swallowed Greyel. A sword strike enough to resonate in the space where I am.
Even so, Graiel did not fall.
“However, after that deep night, the eternal day of light will dawn.”
At the same time as saying The light emitted by the holy sword Siertia brightened the whole area. I instinctively recognized the sword attack that Aura would create.
‘White night.’
“Final Fifth. White night.”
The moment was fleeting. Erti chanted quietly. And when the sky brightened over the plains.
Atlin’s sword finally decapitated Greiel.
***
Battle of Wernigue. And the final battle between Atlin and Greiel.
For me, who was connected to this behind-the-scenes space, it felt like a fleeting moment. In fact, it was a fierce battle that lasted all night.
I fought that battle for eight hours. I replayed it in my mind for a while.
“Did you feel anything?”
I wasn’t being sarcastic. Erti asked me in a pure sense. I nodded.
“You are the descendant of Atlin’s blood. It would be strange if you didn’t feel anything. As far as Reinhardt’s lineage is concerned, it is not easy to obtain descendants. Instead, that blood is passed down very thickly to the next generation.”
Erti’s words were true.
Marquess Wilhelm also had Agnes as his only child. Because he loved me so dearly, the only son of Agnes.
“You last night. All the scenes I saw on the plains of Bernige must have been imprinted in my head. No, not only in the head, but also in the body. For that reason, he changed from a soldier’s body to a knight’s body. It means we are ready to begin the ordeal.”
And Erti again emphasized the reason I came here.
Roia’s ordeal. Because the ordeal couldn’t end just by appreciating the fierce battle 100 years ago.
“Then shall we go back?”
Then she got up from sitting on a nearby rock and patted her butt. Erti, who was standing next to me, took my hand.
Although I borrowed the figure of the swordsman. Her hand was as soft as that of an ordinary country girl.
“Because it doesn’t mean anything like that. Can’t we misunderstand or get excited like a male bachelor?”
I was dumbfounded and didn’t respond. Of course, the touch was different, like holding the handle of her famous sword.
Soon the scenery around me changed. I returned to the village where I first met Erti.
‘Here is?’
An ordinary village in Essenmund. Although it was a mess, as if it had been attacked by a beast or a monster.
Perhaps it was because he had just returned from a battlefield full of corpses, but the scenery seemed peaceful.
“Is this good enough? If I stay in a place littered with corpses and entrails, I’ll get nauseous too.”
“I agree.”
When I said that, Erti’s eyes twinkled.
“But aren’t you curious? Where is this? And why do I dress like a country girl?”
It wasn’t like that. However, since it was a space for trials, I did not know if it would have a special meaning. As I nodded her head, Erti excitedly explained.
“This is a town called Renau. In fact, it is an ordinary rural village in Essenmund with nothing special. It is a special place for Atlin.”
And Erti told me what he said. Atlin, who has just come of age. However, Atlin at that age was in a period of stormy rage.
“The young lady in her prime has grown tired of swinging only a sword. And at the time, Atlin was very burdened with the position of being the successor of the Marquis. He hated sword training even more.”
So, Atlin, unable to endure that life, ran away from the Marquis’s mansion at night. The destination is here. The village of Rnau was the birthplace of the coachman who drove Atlin’s carriage.
And Atlin, who ran away with the coachman, lived as a country girl in this village for a while.
“At first, I thought it would be nice to run away somewhere, so I left with the coachman. However, since the coachman was also a young man, the two became so-and-so. Oh By the way, that coachman must be your great-great-grandfather. You are a descendant of those two.”
It seemed to be the tradition of women in the Reinhardt family to fall in love with a man who was not the right person.
My mother, Agnes, also had a relationship with a strange, mysterious bard.
‘Of course, Riel… Although Lucifer was of the Demon Lord clan.’
But like the scenery of this town now. Atlin’s peaceful days did not last long.
“This is a relatively peaceful town, and it was before the Keiatic Gate even opened. That premonition was already happening. A large group of monsters manifested and attacked this place.”
The current landscape is a reproduction of what happened then. But Erti said with a smile.
“But this town, it’s too good for a house that has collapsed here and there, isn’t it?”
“Okay. It’s a monster, not a beast. Were the raids small?”
“No. A group of over 300 orcs attacked this village of only 200 people. There were no armed soldiers. It was a natural disaster for the villagers.”
However, it was the group of Orcs who suffered the natural disaster.
“Because Atlin was there, of course.”
There were no meager weapons. Atlin gave up the path of a swordsman and ran away with a coachman at night. He didn’t come out of the Margrave’s mansion with any weapons.
However, when the village was in danger, Atlin took up any weapon.
“I heard from Atlin… Was it a rolling pin for kneading bread? That was the only thing he had to hold in his hand right away as he rushed out. Anyway, I annihilated a group of orcs with that small wooden rod.”
As a country girl, Atlin was a scary wife. Because Reinhardt’s blood was flowing.
“Of course, I didn’t have to use mana to kill orcs. Even if I just swung the stick, the orc’s head would have exploded.”
And there was no way to hide the rumor of a country girl who killed 300 orcs with just a wooden rod. In the end, Atlin went back to the Margrave’s mansion.
“Of course, the Marquis at the time hid it desperately for the sake of his daughter’s honor. Even a child was born in that village. So I don’t know if people today know that well.”
However, it was clear that the anecdote of the orc butcher girl was her first achievement as a lion swordswoman. That’s how Erti’s short flashback ended.
“Anyway, this anecdote has nothing to do with you. If you accept that I was just chatting with you because I was bored, that would be a problem too?”
“If it doesn’t matter. Are you saying it has something to do with the ordeal?”
“Okay. As you can see from this anecdote. Reinhardt lineage. The talent and power of that blood is somehow abnormal. Is your body like that too?”
Erti was right. Reinhardt’s Piran. To such an extent that her maiden, who had just come of age, slaughtered 300 orcs with a wooden rod.
‘Even Atlin hated swordsmanship training, so he said he didn’t receive it properly.’
And I, too, already knew from my performance in the Pantheon that my blood was special.
“So you have to break the habit of relying on the body. Otherwise you’ve seen Atlin’s true white night, you won’t be able to enter that state. And…”
Erti then explained the method of the ordeal. Just as I watched the battle in the body of an ordinary soldier on the plain of Wernige for a while.
“From now on, you will be transformed into the body of an ordinary soldier. But I will borrow Greiel’s body.”
In other words, it meant that he had to deal with Greiel with his normal body, not Reinhardt’s.
“So, shall we go take off that nice armor first?”
Then, the two of them, Atlin and the coachman lived together. I moved to a small house in this village.
And a short life together with Erti began.
