Sword Pilgrim

Episode 207

A cold winter has come to Lumpad.

On top of the collapsed castle, infinitely clean snow piled up again and again.

Snow piled up over the bloodstained corpses, turning it into a place more like a field of snow over the ruins than a battlefield.

winter out of season.

In the cold season that came suddenly, the people of Lumpad trembled with anxiety.

It was because the whole castle was cursed, as if a blizzard raged, and the groans of bizarre people resonated every day.

Three days since Lumpad’s capital was frozen.

Three days have already passed.

In a snowstorm that no one dares to enter. The woman who is patient there takes a rough breath.

“Whoa….”

The cold as if the lungs were frozen white. With one inhalation, the inside freezes, and with exhalation, the mouth and nose freeze.

“Save me…”

A woman who tries to ignore the dying words of a soldier buried in snow and unable to move.

Her red hair was frozen in frost, but the aura of holy power she managed to keep throughout her body was the aura of the sword.

It belonged to Balterus.

She is the paladin that was with Callius.

It was Helena of the Bolivian family.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A roaring sound that shook the whole body.

The monster’s howl is heard again.

“…Oh, no.”

Helena hugged herself with both hands and comforted her beating heart.

I covered my ears, not wanting to hear the screams that came soon after hugging my shoulders.

A deafening sound is heard.

A creepy sound pierces her ears through the blizzard and blizzard.

Suddenly, her body becomes that of a child.

With tears in her eyes, she instinctively hid under the bed and covered her ears.

cry of the beast.

screams of dying people.

burning mansion.

resentment of the inhabitants.

Forgotten memories come to mind one after another.

“No… Callius.”

Her young mouth calls him.

I call the name of the one who made eternal winter. Is he still fighting the dragon?

Did you know that the winter you made makes everything freeze?

she just begs

Come on he kills the dragon.

May this winter be over.

* * *

The snowfield is pure white, but the whole world is dark.

Just because white things fly in a dark place doesn’t brighten the surroundings.

The fire dragon, standing on top of the snow with its wings folded, narrowed its eyes.

he is a fire dragon

I don’t care how cold it is.

But three days already.

I’ve fired my breath several times, but it’s only temporary, and this winter doesn’t end.

Since then, it has disappeared and will not appear, and fear creeps in over the winter that seems to never end.

My whole body creaks from the chill that seeps into my bones, and my head keeps thinking of the worst.

But what scared me the most was not the cold around me.

[These… old friends.]

Hwaryong yelled at the things he had been ignoring one after another.

[He killed my son!! But why do I have to endure it!]

– The immortal corruption died.

-He is the one who can destroy corruption.

-When you need to see the big country rather than discussing personal grudges.

-How can you not know that it is reasonable to catch the corruption that they created with the long term human? Erbiwe.

[Damn the old people of Icarus. Would you say that even if your son died!?]

However, the answer that came back was the same.

-We cannot allow you to participate.

Aaaaaaaaaaaa!

The fire dragon nervously spewed fire and burned the illusions surrounding it.

However, it is only for a moment.

The dragons reappeared to harass him.

He fought over and over again.

However, as if time hadn’t frozen, old things kept flickering in his eyes.

Fire Dragon saw the memories of the past.

The childhood of a grown-up son.

When the son wakes up from the egg.

When crawling around while biting off eggshells.

the first time you go hunting.

the first successful flight.

When you grow up and cross the sky side by side with yourself.

Memories like that flooded in.

[Ah… son.]

Before I knew it, tears flowed from both Hwaryong’s eyes.

However, it soon froze and hardened.

[Son! Son!]

Soon, a bright color appeared on his face.

Suddenly, his son was by his side.

in childhood memories.

A baby dragon as it is.

Erbiwe embraced him as it was.

[It’s okay now…]

In a violent snowstorm.

The fire dragon rolled up his body and closed his eyes.

Winter fell upon it.

* * *

“Damn it.”

Colliers was wary.

An uncontrollable sword. A sword that tried to eat its owner was just as dangerous.

Gwangryong was like that, but prepared for it, and lamentation was like that, but he corrected it.

However, there was one thing he hadn’t thought of. It was a sanctuary.

‘I can’t control it.’

A sanctuary is an image.

It borrows the image of the sword with the power of the person holding the sword.

However, Colliers overlooked one thing.

Grief couldn’t have had a simple image.

The Secret Story of the Birth of Lament is a weapon made with the souls of hundreds of knights.

Since the image itself, which is chaos, was unfolded as it was, the state of the image itself was not normal, aside from not being able to control it.

“It looks more like a cursed place than a sanctuary.”

He was able to drive away the cold to some extent because he was wearing the Cloak of Reversal.

However, now three days have passed.

Even that is not enough.

The chill that seeps in now wasn’t just because of the cold.

It was because it had the power to invade people’s hearts.

I keep hearing strange things and seeing strange things.

These are the memories that were stored deep in one’s heart.

Each snowflake that falls is the memory and heart of the people trapped here.

– A worthless bastard.

The voice he heard made Callius’ heart thump.

– You can’t even lift a sword. Are you still Zervan’s son?!

– You crazy bastard. Even if you ruin your family, how can you still be alive?

-Are you still not dead?

With eyes colder than winter, the words he spat out like throwing daggers stabbed Colius.

‘Is it an old memory?’

familiar voice.

This is Elverton’s voice.

– If I knew it would be like this, I shouldn’t have given birth to you. Rather, your brother should have been born as my son!

– Try half as much as your sister. Aren’t you ashamed?

Damn!!

-Are you touching the daughter of Viscount Riven? Are you really crazy!?

-All the inhabitants of the north belong to me. How dare you hurt mine!! Hey, lock that guy up right now! Don’t give me a loaf of bread or a sip of water before I give you permission!

swollen cheeks.

Callius, who was locked in the northern room, touched his cheek before getting up and approaching the window.

When he saw his reflection in the glass, he shed tears.

But soon, the groggy eyes turned to calm eyes that seemed to have lost their emotions.

“Is it like this?”

Kwachang!

All the glass by the window is broken and smashed.

Suddenly, the northern part disappears and the surroundings are filled with darkness.

Then, I was startled by the photo of black things flickering in my eyes.

-Oh…

-If I go already, what am I going to do…

-Suicide? why did you die

– I know.

Families in black mourning clothes.

People who gossip and chatter.

A picture of a smiling face.

It was a funeral home.

“…!!”

His heart thumped.

The landscape changes grotesquely like a long stretched rubber band.

company roof.

With her arms wide open as if photosynthesizing in the sunlight, she approaches the bench and says.

– Author! Who is it for this time?

I answer with a smile at her voice with a smile on her face.

Colliers.

A character she likes and I like.

Probably the character people hate.

A person who intervenes anywhere and causes an accident or disturbs them.

A guy full of hate.

-Calius von Zervan! Right? I like that character too.

– Your personality is a bit like that, but you still reflect on it in the end. Dying as an aristocrat who knows how to sacrifice himself for a greater cause… I think it’s cool. ah! Also, did you like Colius’ younger brother? But what about Callius?

damn

I naturally smile at her chattering voice.

-Ah~ Is it too weak? Well, it does. But isn’t that nice? A guy who looks like he’ll fall down if you hit him with one blow, doesn’t mean he’s even more nasty when he messes around!

that is also correct

As we chatted and talked about this and that, the lunch break was already over.

It is my pleasure to talk to her like this from time to time.

Today, the long-awaited pleasure has come to an end.

-Then see you again!

Unfortunately, her new model, seeing off, falls from the roof.

Kwajik.

Her new model with a broken neck bone jumps up and comes to me.

– Why didn’t you stop it? you saw me die

I couldn’t say anything at the sight of her coming and talking bloody.

I tried to say something, but I couldn’t make a sound as if my throat was blocked.

-You knew I was going to die.

I shake my head.

no no it’s not

But when she sees her shedding bloody tears, she screams silently.

-You killed me.

damn

Frozen arms and legs.

With his head shaking in succession, his crouching body slowly froze.

-If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be dead.

Looking down at his completely frozen figure.

The corners of her mouth are torn for a long time.

Blood dripping and approaching him.

A ghostly finger tries to touch his shoulder.

[A buggy guy. Do it in moderation.]

-…?

Her ghost freezes.

When the hand that was trying to touch his shoulder didn’t move, he raised his head in embarrassment.

Beside the frozen man.

A man was standing there.

[Wake up. Right now.]

His words were amazing.

The frozen ice cracks and soon shatters into pieces.

-What are you?

[Do not mix with bugs. Don’t let lowly ghosts talk to you without hesitation. I’ll rip you limb from limb.]

The one standing next to him freed from his frozen body is a nobleman among nobles.

Her straight back and head were confident, and her arrogant eyes and expression made everyone lower their heads.

His eyes and mouth, filled with the ideology of the chosen people, seem to think that everything but himself is less than a bug, and speaks to him.

[Wake up. Didn’t I give my body to collapse over something like this?]

He was Colius von Zervan.

[It’s willpower that’s just like filth.]

My face crumpled involuntarily at the sharp criticism of Colius.