Sword Pilgrim

One Piece

238

In a private house swept away by the aftermath of the war, only the cries of children who lost their parents resound.

Seeing the child crying softly while holding a newborn child, the saintess of the window gets down on one knee and speaks to the girl.

“Your brother.”

Of the words I picked and picked, this was the only thing I could say.

No matter what I say, it won’t comfort a child who has lost their parents and home.

After hearing the saintess’ words, the child nodded with empty pupils.

The fern-like hand of the girl holding the newborn baby is getting stronger.

“You are better than adults.”

The saintess covered the girl with her cloak and winked at the knights waiting behind her.

The knights take the girl and the infant to the capital of the empire.

dragon war.

The war has been going on for months now.

As a result, part of the empire’s territory was lost, and the people of the empire died in vain through meaningless slaughter.

The elderly who tried to live a peaceful old age lost their sons and daughters. Children who should have played and learned a lot lost their parents and friends.

When the sun rises, the sunlight penetrates, and when the moon rises, the moonlight shines on the village. It has long since been devastated.

The ground where the wreckage is scattered stinks, and there are only puddles of sticky blood here and there, infested with insects.

queen of the empire.

Ailee looked at the devastating scene without looking away and was immersed in sadness.

“Is this the story you were envisioning?”

I liked the story he was making with fun. I was familiar with this dark side. Because the story itself about turning a corpse into a sword was like that in the first place.

But to see this horror firsthand.

Many thoughts were mixed.

I have seen many horrors of war.

This was dismissed as unavoidable.

Because she is a saintess who has invaded a castle alone.

But then and now are a little different.

“You know what, saintess. It is said that those who have been corrupted cannot be reborn even with a spear.”

“Did takgi permeate?”

“yes. And there is a story that a person who is killed by a dragon is cursed. They say stay away from it.”

The horrors of the Great War were bizarre.

The takgi of the corrupters made the land devastated and dyed the green vegetation black.

The dragon’s breath even burned his soul and filled it with his stomach.

Whether it was the fall or the dragon, it was the greatest harm to humans.

A war between countless demons and dragons.

In the story, which can be described as majestic, the role of humans was close to that of a scapegoat to highlight them.

“Lady. Reinforcements have arrived.”

“yes.”

The saintess clutched at the spear.

I looked at the crumbled ground.

I saw an army of evil and dragons confronting each other as if they would fight at any time.

And let’s turn around

Numerous armies holding spears and bishop pawns are located. After that, other armed forces took their place one by one.

a thousand years ago.

Just like during the Dragon Horse Wars, warriors with various weapons gathered here today.

The saintess held the spear and proceeded without a word.

They must have felt something that was conveyed even without saying Katabuta.

What they need is not words.

What I have to show to those who are united with anxiety that they can do it.

Possibility.

A slight possibility that the war might be won.

Oh, that was all.

The saintess is to show her potential.

jumped straight into the battlefield.

part of his story.

so that you can paint yourself.

And so the war began.

* * *

Same time.

Again.

Against the backdrop of a peaceful forest, Callius was sitting on a luxurious wooden chair, drinking black tea with his little finger raised.

“It smells good.”

eastern island.

Kaima.

Dangerous forest there.

At the beginning, Callius took out a table and chair from the subspace and had a little tea time.

Of course, it wasn’t that we had tea time for no reason.

There was an unavoidable reason.

The reason is…

“Originally, I am not this kind of personality. But looking at you, I can’t stay still. How can a faithful follower and saint of Carpe’s Balterus keep sending lewd eyes at my one and only god!”

“I mean when did I do that! No!”

Esther seemed to be taken aback and twisted to the end.

Callius heard but pretended not to hear.

I closed my eyes, savored the scent of the black tea, and closed my ears, feeling the warmth rising deep on my skin.

“no. I saw and felt it. I glanced and looked very closely. It is right that a saint should be very noble in body and soul, having devoted herself to God. look at you Aren’t you ashamed of the god above?”

“What am I… Callius! Why is this person doing this to me? I want you to dry it off!”

Esther stammered and sent a request for help to Colliers, perhaps because she had been stabbed somewhere or because she was stupid.

“Um… Fatalite. Is it true? It seems like the saintess is being forced.”

“It is true. I can swear on my god.”

“Why…?”

“I swear by God’s name.”

‘Your god is me.’

The appearance is a little different to bet on. When it came out so hard in the first place, Colius had no other choice.

“…black tea tastes good.”

“Caliers!!”

Callius avoided it by looking around the lonely forest.

There was no way he could help anymore.

It’s between the two in the first place.

They say that mediation must be done with a person who can do that, and bend your arms inward anyway. Fatalite is her own apostle, but Esther is a saint of other gods.

Although there was affection in the meantime, to Colius, the intention of his first apostle, which he had just acquired, was more important.

‘I think I know roughly why he’s doing that.’

She must have been upset when Esther seemed to speak badly of Fatalite. So it’s no use catching Esther like a chicken.

plus one more.

‘Because I want to see your skills.’

The dangerous forest is a place that even Fatalite was reluctant to go to, saying it was dangerous.

Heading to such a place, shouldn’t we be able to check the level of skill of the person to whom we should entrust our back?

He may be thinking of venting his anger, but since he is a person who will protect the good, he will not cause a big problem.

maybe.

“Sir Esther. Pick up your sword.”

Saying that, Fatalite pulled out the sword from her waist.

As soon as she pulled out the sword, the atmosphere that radiated from her changed in an instant.

‘hmm.’

While sipping black tea, Colius’ eyes focused on the sword Fatalite was holding.

That sword was given to her by Callius. It is said that the sword she originally used was thrown away in the old evening.

So I gave her a suitable sword, but she didn’t want a corpse.

Yes.

The black iron sword she is holding now.

It was a simple iron sword not made of human soul and body.

It is a fairly good sword among iron swords, but compared to a corpse, it is a sword that tilts its head.

Still, she wanted an iron sword.

And of course.

Callius was defeated by that iron sword.

The sword didn’t mean much to her either.

With or without a sword, she was strong.

“Prove your innocence with your sword. If I am not satisfied, I will have to confess to my God. own sins! You must confess in detail.”

“What the…!”

Esther was pale.

As she said, if I lose this match, I will have to confess that I have seen Callius over and over again with lewd eyes!

Where else can there be such a shameless and disgraceful confession!

Esther fantasized for a moment, and the urge to bite her tongue and kill herself arose.

gulp.

“It will never happen.”

“If you are a sword saint, you can prove your innocence with a sword.”

“I am willing to.”

Sureureung.

A sword ringed in the quiet forest.

The playfulness is gone.

We stare at each other with serious faces.

I couldn’t tell if they were looking at each other or each other’s sword.

However, the momentum radiating from them was so huge that it could split mountains and seas.

‘He’s stronger than the last time I saw him.’

When I opened the suppressed energy, I could feel Esther’s pure divine power.

Just by looking at her holy power, she could tell that she was stronger than before.

After all, Carpe’s genius.

A person who became a saint.

‘Although Fatalite is also a genius.’

And the person who was even called the genius of misfortune on the other side of her.

Fatalite was emitting gray divinity and aiming her sword.

‘It tickles me.’

Fatalite is an apostle of Colius.

Her powers come from Colius. So, when Fatalite uses his power, Colius’ power drains away.

‘There is a divinity that escaped when making her an apostle, but is it a way to take it from me when using more than a certain amount of power?’

It’s still mildly ticklish.

However, it seems impossible to increase the number of apostles beyond this point.

If Fatalite started fighting properly, it would probably drain even more divine power than this.

“going.”

“The seon-gong yields.”

wheein.

A cool wind blows.

The forest shakes.

The leaves dance in the wind.

That moment when a leaf fluttering here and there landed on the ground.

Kaang-!!

The two swords collided.

and.

Whirly Rick.

One sword stuck into the floor.

single sword.

That made the difference between winning and losing.

“…”

Victory, of course.

“I have won. The sword saint.”

It was Fatalite’s victory.

“…Did you just cause vibration in the sword?”

“yes. you’re right.”

Click.

Callius, who put down the teacup, nodded, saying Esther as expected.

Fatalite’s sword.

Her sword is in the singularity of sword steel.

It is the characteristic of sword steel to have more hardness and cutting power, but her sword steel is a little different. It is a sword that makes the expression of the sword steel slightly different to make it vibrate itself, so that it bounces off the opponent’s sword or gives strong pressure to what it bumps into.

“Can I try one more time?”

“Gladly.”

Esther, who saw through Fatalite’s sword with just one sword, was also a genius.

Callius’ grip had been torn three times to understand the principle of that sword.

The first one was just reckless fighting.

Second, I tried to figure it out.

The third, even after understanding it, collapsed.

‘Because it was a sword that could not be imitated.’

Is there anyone who can manifest the sword force 1,000 times in one second and reap the power?

Fatalite’s sword was simple.

It is a sword with simple destructive power.

However, it was a sword that no one but her could imitate.

Because it is an area that can only be expressed as a talent.

‘But Pahoe is another part.’

Being unable to copy and being destroyed were another part.

Esther immediately lowered her sword to the lower left and raised it.

At the same time, Fatalite struck down.

The victory or defeat of the sword that strikes upward and the sword that strikes downward is fixed.

A downward-slashing sword that carries more weight is bound to be stronger.

Esther must not be unaware of that fact. Besides, Fatalite’s sword is a sword that bounces off even if they collide casually.

Seeing him openly displaying a sword that has no chance of winning.

‘Is it a fake?’

Swoop.

I knew it.

Esther’s movement changed just before the swords collided.

He spread his fingers out in the air as if releasing a sword and dug into Fatalite’s arms.

Anticipating that the sword would bounce off, he immediately relaxed and threw it away.

A sword that runs through the air.

And Esther burrowed into her bosom.

The moment her elbow hit Fatalite’s abdomen and she grabbed the fallen sword and tried to point it at his neck.

shit.

The corner of Fatalite’s mouth went up.

creepy.

Esther, who had goose bumps all over her body, flung herself with animal-like reflexes.

cringe immediately.

An intangible blade flew out of the air and cut off a little bit of Esther’s hair.

“Uh Geommu.”

Already in the air, the five intangible swords she had made were spread like a fan behind her back.

This is the source of her ability to defeat the giant and the ultimate sword.

An absolute combination of attack and defense.

It was a martial arts sword.

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