“Hmm.”
Kuberud drew a cool smile as he looked at Raon’s back examining the sword.
‘The world doesn’t stop.’
While working as a blacksmith, I met countless warriors. From warriors who were called geniuses at a young age to absolute figures who formed a family and stood tall at the center of the world.
Each and every one of them left an unforgettable impression, but the guy in front of me was different.
‘It’s not a matter of strength.’
That helplessness at the age of 15. It’s clear that it’s great, but if you search the wide continent, you may come across a few people.
But the vessels they carry are different.
Just as a blacksmith hammers a dull piece of iron into a sword, that child was building a sword by refining his mind.
Nearby is Shingeomhapil. It was an auspicious temperament that could achieve even the sword of the heart.
‘It’s only possible after reaching master level… .’
Raon’s strength is roughly expert. I don’t know how he managed to break through so many walls and reach that level of spirit.
“Sieghart will once again make the world cry.”
Cuberud muttered that he wanted to see that fun world and took another sip of his drink. Since an interesting guest came, the cheap alcohol was sweet.
Ugh.
I lowered the bottle and raised my head at the sudden sound of vibration.
“uh?”
The red dagger on the table cried out, and Raon was reaching for it.
“Now, wait a minute.”
You shouldn’t touch that. I don’t know why the sword in the corner is there.
“stop!”
He shouted urgently, but the red dagger was already tightly held in Raon’s hand.
“Holy shit!”
“Ugh!”
Cuberud suddenly stood up and took Dorian, who was standing there dumbfounded, and stepped back.
“Why, why are you like this? I wasn’t trying to pick two. I’m really trying to pick just one… .”
“Do you see it over there?”
“uh? What is that dagger? What is that energy… .”
Dorian swallowed dryly. A strange red light was blooming like a haze from the dagger in Raon’s hand.
“It’s a magic sword.”
“Hey, this sword?”
A magic sword is a strange and beautiful sword. It was an object filled with negative emotions and trying to control the person holding the sword.
“shit.”
Kubarud bit his lip. Since a child whose mind was not fully formed yet picked up this sword, he would be more easily affected by the sword’s magic.
“You must stop before the yogi reaches your head! coward. “Unsheath your sword!”
“uh… .”
He picked up the hammer next to him and urged Dorian. But the guy didn’t pull out his sword and just tilted his head.
“What are you doing! If you don’t stop now, it’s dangerous… .”
“No, there is no need to stop. “Do you look the same as usual?”
“what? Flowing out like that… ok?”
Kubarud gaped. It is true that there is a lot of energy. Because she was blooming so brightly.
However, the magic only spread around the sword and could not even approach Raon.
Wow!
The sword cried once again. It wasn’t a strange scream like before, but it sounded like a scream from a dog held on a leash.
“Gwae, are you okay?”
Raon, who was looking at the dagger, raised his head at those words. Red eyes with youthful vitality. His eyes were so clear that I didn’t think he was possessed by this spirit.
“It’s nothing. But this dagger is no ordinary item.”
“her… .”
Kubarud collapsed backwards, sighing.
“What are you really doing?”
* * *
-dare.
Lars’ voice became eerily dry.
-Aiming for the possessed body of the original king from a lowly bug.
He was genuinely angry. The glowing blue coldness soared from the dagger and mercilessly suppressed it.
Kiiiiing!
Dagger let out a scream as he was crushed by Las’s cold.
-I will completely destroy you!
Lars thrust thinly sliced cold energy into the dagger like a spear knife. It seemed like he was trying to kill the sword itself.
‘stop.’
-what?
‘Go all the way there.’
-because! This guy is trying to steal the main king’s food! If it weren’t for the real king, you would have been eaten by the dagger!
‘I am not your prey, and even without you, a sword like this won’t work.’
-You look down on Yogi too funny. It’s true that this thing can’t even reach the tips of the King’s toes, but to humans… .
‘You couldn’t get through me either, so maybe something like this will get through me?’
-100 million… .
Lars’ anger stopped immediately. He kept his mouth open as if he had nothing to say.
‘Right? So just leave it alone.’
-Cha, that sounds really painful. You will never die a nice death. King Bon chewed and devoured it for thousands of years… .
“What is this dagger?”
-Listen!
Raon ignored Lars, who started talking, and approached Kubarud.
“Well, that’s… .”
Cuberud looked at himself and the dagger alternately with bewildered eyes, then sighed.
“This is a failure I created. As I said before, it’s a magic sword.”
“You sword. “I definitely felt like I was here.”
“It wasn’t just spewing out, it would have tried to devour your body.”
“It was bearable.”
“her… .”
Although I told him the truth, Cuberud let out a groan that seemed like he couldn’t understand.
“The sword is a sword imbued with spirit. Simply put, the negative emotions of humans are imbued in the sword. Inside that sword… .”
Cuberud bit his lip and continued.
“There is a lot of resentment. “It’s an extremely sticky grudge.”
“Can you explain?”
“Sit down.”
Kubarud pointed to the chair in front of the table. Raon nodded his head and sat down in his chair.
“Can I listen to it too?”
Dorian took a soft chair out of his stomach pocket and leaned against it.
“There is a small village in the south named Siren. “It was a place where good people lived who regarded the tree called Othello as sacred.”
It’s a town I know. It was a small village slightly outside the sphere of influence of the Robert family, and the people were kind and suspicious, so it was used as an escape route.
“White blood cultists invaded that village.”
“White blood religion… .”
Raon narrowed his eyes.
‘After all, it’s them.’
The White Blood Church is a large religious group that belongs to Oma along with Eden and the North and South Alliance.
They are a group of truly crazy people who attack everything in the world based on the first doctrine of staining the continent with white blood.
“Then Siren Village… .”
“No one survived. They say half of them died on the spot and half were kidnapped and taken somewhere. He even cut down the Othello tree, which was said to be the spirit of the village. “All that was left was white blood.”
The place where the White Blood Cult attacked was not filled with red blood, but white blood soaked the ground. It was one of their magic spells.
“This sword is a sword I made from a piece of the meteorite I had and the branch of Othello that was left there.
Cuberud looked at the dagger in Raon’s hand with shaking eyes.
“You mean the sword?”
“okay. In my mind, I tried to comfort the souls of the victims with this sword instead of a cenotaph. but… .”
Cubberud must have thought of it at that time, clutching his temples and frowning.
“As soon as it was completed, the white sword body and sword soldier turned red. Contrary to what I thought, the resentment of the people of Siren Village was contained in that sword. “It’s a level of resentment that’s hard to handle.”
“surely.”
Raon nodded. Just as he said, the sword was imbued with tremendous magical energy. He said that if it were not for him, he would have been possessed by this yogi and swung his sword.
“There was a saying that good people were scary when they got angry, but I didn’t know it would be to this extent. “Even the so-called strong couldn’t withstand that power, so I had no choice but to keep it, but I don’t understand how you could catch it.”
“hmm… .”
I pulled the dagger out of its scabbard. Not only the scabbard and blade, but even the blade was dyed bright red. As if he would remember the grudge from that day.
Wooooow!
The red sword body vibrated and the energy began to spread. A more vicious and sinister energy crept onto the back of my hand than when it was contained in the sheath.
Cheeeeee!
Raon operated the ring of fire. The five rings circling the heart resonated, raising the level of existence.
Wow!
The dagger’s yogi began to scream as if he was being pushed down by Ras.
“her! “Really.”
Kubarud’s eyes wavered like a ship hit by the waves.
‘He’s like an onion.’
I thought I had seen enough, but when I look at it again, it shows a different side of me. She did not think that she was a child who had not yet qualified as a prosecutor and had not yet reached adulthood.
“The sword created to console the soul seeks revenge. So it can’t even be used as a memorial monument. “I was working on sealing it, but I had no idea it would end up like this.”
“You said about half of them were kidnapped earlier?”
“okay. The White Blood Cult usually kills half of the people on the spot and kidnaps the other half. “There were only half of the original villagers’ bodies there.”
Raon lowered his eyes as he watched Dagger crying as if he was being wronged.
A childhood from a past life that I can’t even remember anymore. He himself had been kidnapped by Robert’s people.
It wasn’t just that, they all died, so they must have had a greater grudge than themselves.
Ugh.
When I heard Dagger’s sobbing sound, it felt like my chest was being scratched with rough sandpaper.
“I am.”
Raon opened his eyes again and looked down at the dagger.
“There is a lot of work to be done. It is difficult for me to help you with your revenge as there is not enough time to accomplish the task. However, if I ever run into a White Blood Cult, I will do what you wish.”
The cries of the dagger began to subside quietly.
“Would you like to come with me?”
The dagger’s cry stopped. The blade of the sword trembled as if thinking.
Wooooow!
The loudest cry so far came from Dagger. Yogic energy flowed out, but it was not as harmful as before.
Cheeeeee!
A sound that resonates with the spinning ring of fire. It was an elegant swordsmanship.
“Huh, Geommyeong?”
Cuberud fell backwards from his chair after seeing Dagger and Raon, who were making cool sword fights.
“I will choose this one.”
Raon grinned and put the dagger into its sheath.
“Are you saying you want to take that?”
“Why not?”
“Ha, this is the first time I’ve seen someone proudly take a legendary weapon.”
Contrary to the statement that it was absurd, Cuberud’s expression looked cool and satisfied.
-What is it? Are you going to choose that handsome guy?
‘okay.’
-That guy is a parasite! You have parasites in your body that are targeting what is yours! Are you out of your mind!
‘It’s a parasite… .’
Raon looked down at Lars with sullen eyes.
-What! Why are you looking at this king with such cruel eyes?
‘I don’t think there’s much difference between one parasite and two.’
-Two parasites? parasitism… . no way! Are you referring to this king?
‘That’s right. ‘You also targeted my body like this sword.’
– This is crazy! As the Lord of Anger, King Bon is the entire northern part of the Demon World… .
‘no. He’s a monarch, damn it. It’s true that it tried to target my body and failed, so it clings to me.’
-It all sticks? King Bon? Ugh! Raon Sieghart! There is no hole in your mouth so you can spit it all out! This is the first time such an insult has been experienced since King Bon was born!
‘I’m running, so I’m talking.’
Raon left Ras running wild and turned his head to Kuberud.
“What is the name of this sword?”
“This is a sword that was intended to be erected as a memorial monument from the beginning, so no name was given to it.”
“Then can I build it?”
“Has something come to mind?”
“My father-in-law said he wanted to comfort the village people. Requiem. “I want to call it the Requiem Sword.”
“It’s a requiem sword that oozes vital energy. “It’s mysterious.”
He chuckled and stood up.
“Take it. Just keep what you said earlier.”
“of course. “As long as I carry Sieghart’s name, I will continue to clash with Ouma.”
“Wow, you sword. Getting a magic sword… .”
Dorian was chewing a cookie while wearing strange glasses, as if he had enjoyed the sight.
“thank you.”
Raon put the requiem sword on the back of his waist and bowed his head to Kuberud.
“What are you doing?”
“yes?”
“I should choose a sword.”
“no… .”
“I said I would give you a sword. “I didn’t say anything about giving me a dagger.”
“ah… .”
It seemed like he was trying to give me a sword.
“Do you really want to give me a sword?”
“As long as you don’t lose, you just have to. “That’s all the father-in-law wants from the prosecutor.”
Kuberud handed over the sword he had been looking at carefully earlier.
“I’m going to Sieghardt to see the Balkan guy later, so don’t be rude.”
“of course. Our family is good at cooking. “I will definitely serve you.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“I will not forget this grace. thank you.”
“What is grace?”
The two people smiled as warmly as the sunlight shining through the alley.
“then.”
Raon bowed his head and left the blacksmith shop. As he was about to leave the alley, he heard Dorian’s voice coming from inside.
“You haven’t chosen me yet!”