121 – Bishop (3)
Kaang-!
A clear, yet certain impact sound rings out.
A feast of metal clashing with metal.
Countless seasonal flowers bloom beautifully in a short period of time.
Kagagak-!
I bump into each other and make up for it.
Poke and pass over.
The numerous sums were a beautiful scene even for an outsider who knew nothing.
It was a sight that would make even those who had reached the level of a master say something of admiration.
Kaang-!
The impact sound rings again.
Rune, clearly pushed by the force, somersaulted backwards.
She coped with her lack of strength with flexible movements, lowered her body and looked ahead.
A man wearing cumbersome legal robes.
The bishop was looking at him.
Rune clicked her tongue briefly.
The opponent was dressed unfavorably for battle.
That mud blocked my view and hindered my actions.
However, he was not wearing proper armor, nor was he equipped with a self-defense Noble Phantasm.
Still, I was pushed back.
Rune, who had been an assassin for a long time, knew very well that what this said was clear.
“… “Good.”
A short word.
Rune, who knew it was a high compliment, threw away the weapon she was holding and stretched out her hands back as if to repay her.
Distortion of space.
She boldly reaches inside, and the hilts of her two swords come out.
45Cm.
Two small swords that were long and wide to be called a dagger, but too short to be called a long sword.
Rune bowed her back and took a step forward.
Crossing her arms, she raises her blade to cover her own eyes.
The bishop who was watching muttered softly as if he realized something.
“No way, magnanimity?”
“You have insight.”
Even if he looks like that, a prosecutor is still a prosecutor.
Rune, who answered, gathered strength in her legs.
Her gray magic spreads out and her calves swell.
The spread tendons produce unusual strength and are mixed with innate flexibility.
Boom!
In an instant, the rune turned into a gray gale.
Sudden speed.
Double blades that dig in at the same time.
It was certainly a dangerous and fatal blow, but the bishop’s composure remained.
No, rather like the season of the cold north wind.
Make more calm and accurate judgments.
He raised the long sword in his hand at a subtle angle.
It’s terrible.
It’s awkward.
It was a strange posture.
But Rune’s eyes grew so big that they could no longer be surprised.
Kagagak-!
Rune thought as he pushed the blade into the sparkling flames.
Exquisite.
Accurate.
Could it have been prevented solely by instinct?
The opponent responded perfectly to his sword, to the extent that all I could say was that.
For a moment, a struggle of power continued as they touched each other.
The bishop looked down at the torn hem of his robe and slowly opened his mouth.
“What is your relationship with the northern warriors?”
Rune was slightly embarrassed when he was asked the question.
Even if it goes as far as asking about swordsmanship.
Why are you even asking such a question?
‘…… Is that kind of personality?’
Make a decision quickly.
It happens sometimes.
Do not see the enemy as the enemy.
The people who look down on everything from above.
In particular, this was a behavior often displayed by those who were mentally deficient.
Because it is not ordinary, it is a completely unpredictable classification.
Rune, who was worried, answered honestly.
After all, you don’t want to come all the way here and expect your life to be safe.
“My grandfather’s blood flows there.”
“It’s the wild swordsmanship of the cold northern region… He must have been quite a high-ranking person. “I don’t think it’s something that just anyone can teach you.”
“From what I heard, he was the first Vartan.”
“Are you a descendant of someone who made a great contribution? “It’s an honor.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Two people talking as if they have been friends for a long time.
But only voice conversations are comfortable.
Kagagak-!
The sword-fighting exercise of the body was brutal.
We clash again.
A rune that hits with all its might.
The bishop blocks them one by one.
The battle that lasted for about 10 seconds was like a conversation between swords that lasted an eternity.
But, if there is a beginning, there is an end.
Winning or losing was a natural decision due to what each person had accumulated so far.
Quad-deuk-!
“Ugh!”
Rune, who was impaled on a huge iron pillar, let out a shallow groan.
“Ability, judgment, loyalty. It’s great in every way. “I want to tell you what I said to Instructor Jegalin.”
Her bishop held out his hand towards her.
“… “Are you telling me to come downstairs?”
“Don’t misunderstand. I’m not saying you should volunteer to be a subordinate. “Let’s become pioneers moving forward together.”
“Be a pioneer… “
It’s a rune that mutters briefly.
The bishop didn’t care.
“You probably already heard it. All my precious limbs were cut off. “It’s not that uncomfortable.”
“…… “
“You probably specialize in fields such as information warfare and stealth. So what is it like? Would you like to join us?”
The tone seems to be teasing.
The tone of voice telling you to work like a dog because you will save your life now.
But Rune’s intuition was denied.
She thought.
Surprisingly, all of that is true.
Perhaps if you accept it.
Not only will he save his life, but he will also do his best to treat you as his comrade.
Because of such blind trust and belief, Rune noticed how crooked this man was.
Various imaginations run through my mind.
Stagnation or something.
What about the past?
In the conversation I had with the young lady.
Hatred of clear ideas, villains, and associations.
The mixed mass creates countless different assumptions and stories.
It may be so.
It could have been so.
Fragments of speculation float around like a swimming ship.
But Rune shakes everything off.
It is the content of the main characters and protagonists chosen for the story.
This is not a narrative to be told by a minor character like himself who appears once and then disappears.
Therefore, Rune gave an answer to what she had walked and seen so far.
“I refuse. “Because my master is always a young lady.”
“…… “
The bishop was silent for a long time.
I soon sigh.
He shook his head as if he was truly sorry and slowly raised his hand over the mask.
“Even though he looks like this, he has a delicate personality. “It hurts a lot when you get rejected.”
“That’s a shame.”
“But it would be unsophisticated to suggest any more than this. “I respect you.”
“You are a gentleman. Thank you.”
With those words, Rune ran forward.
It’s burning.
Her whole body was filled with a flame of life that could only be expressed in that way.
If left alone, this man in front of us is a disaster that will most likely drive countless people into a whirlpool of pain.
That’s why he has to finish it himself.
He has to be brought down somehow.
‘No…’ … ‘
Do you still think about that cause even after coming this far?
Reveals your honest inner feelings.
I don’t even want something grand like that.
Just one thing.
I hope the young lady I served is safe.
I just hope I get enough time to escape.
Rune, holding on to that one emotion, rushed at the man with the determination of a Donggwijin.
An intangible energy swirls around her body.
S-class unique ability [Bottomless Pit].
A powerful ability to cut or blow away an entire space with direct contact.
I had to break it down into small pieces to create powerful bullets one by one.
Here, I add the ‘Aryanggi’ sword technique that I learned from my grandfather.
Now this was the best blow Rune could deliver.
Do not look back.
She does not pray that her body and soul are safe.
I just hope that the blade of my sword touches that guy’s neck even just a little bit!
‘Please…’ !’
That was the moment.
A single moment.
Rune saw the bishop throwing away his sword.
Her eyes widen to the point of anger.
Dozens of hypotheses run through your mind in less than a second.
-Are you giving up close combat?-
-After all, being a bishop, do you have any special abilities?-
-Or defense or evasion? Next counterattack?
-Is this a long-distance attack? By any chance, is she a type of summoning type like the young lady?
“You’re wrong.”
One word.
That one word that came out of the bishop’s mouth shattered everything.
Suddenly, there were two swords in his hands.
It is long to be called a short sword, but short to be called a long sword.
It looked like a small sword used by Rune.
“Because I am a half-penny born with only one thing. “I got beaten up and abandoned at home because of that.”
The bishop lowered himself and took one step forward.
Action.
Appearance.
Until the subsequent sword attack.
Rune got goosebumps.
He definitely is.
He copied his swordsmanship just by seeing it.
And that’s because he elevated his swordsmanship to something beyond what he had wielded in his entire life.
“I’m sorry.”
The bishop’s last words pass by my ears.
The thread-like sword technique continues.
Push shoo!
Rune’s body collapses in vain along with a fountain of blood.
*
“…… “
The bishop looked at the two swords in his hands.
He thought.
This is a sword with a short reach.
He said it didn’t suit him either.
‘Still… ‘
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He quietly entered subspace and looked back.
Trip-tuk-.
A rune that had turned cold was lying on top of the pool of blood.
It’s a pity.
That was the only emotion the bishop felt.
I always feel it.
Recruiting such talented and upright people only brings unpleasant sensations.
The bishop approached and lowered himself and carefully swept her eyes that had lost their light.
He wipes the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with his finger.
If you look closely, you will see this woman.
She is smiling faintly.
Why?
Was death pleasant?
No, it won’t be classified like that.
If I thought about it a little, the answer came quickly.
‘The lady had enough time to escape. ‘Is this it?’
The bishop sighed deeply.
He slowly took off his mask and whispered softly.
“It is truly unfortunate that all of this is meaningless and meaningless.”
The bishop sighed.
This woman called Rune was so pure.
And it would be the same for his master, Zhuge Lin.
So, the two people won’t know.
The moment they set foot here, everything had already been done.
* * *
Jiang!
Incompletely open space.
There, a woman caught red-handed is spit out like trash.
“… Ugh.”
Jegalin swallowed his moans and let out a shallow moan from the rising pain.
When I looked down, one of my legs was turned in a direction it shouldn’t have been.
‘… Leg fracture. I’m having trouble breathing, so it looks like I’ve broken a few ribs… Fortunately, there are no internal injuries.’
The ultimate skill that Rune developed in a hurry.
It was a side effect of [Bridge between Nothingness].
It’s definitely not a good situation.
Just not dying wasn’t the worst thing.
‘Move.’
Move.
Move.
Move!!
Jegalin stood up unsteadily, rummaged around his waist and cursed briefly.
Not only the cell phone, but even the subspace key was smashed.
“…… “
Zegalin wrapped his body and slowly walked away.
It’s evening so it’s dark.
You can figure out where you are by looking at the unique signs seen here and there and the marks painted on the walls.
‘Is it UZ City?’
A kind of slum.
A place filled with people abandoned by society and criminals.
Zegalin decided to cancel what he said earlier.
It was the worst.
I don’t know what the bishop did, but why come to such a sh*tty place?
‘… ‘I can’t even ask for help like this.’
Not long after, strange gazes are felt everywhere.
Men and women hiding in the dark, only showing their faces and looking at them in a creepy way.
The cloudy emotions in his eyes made Zegalin’s head hurt.
If she didn’t have magical powers, she would have been kidnapped long ago and had her organs cut out or sold as a s*x slave.
‘Calm down.’
Zegalin traced her memories and moved her feet toward her exit.
For sure.
But quickly.
At the same time, proceed while paying attention to physical injuries.
‘What happened today must be known.’
The identity and purpose of the bishop.
And something huge and terrible that he saw with his own eyes.
You will have to let that be known.
I was walking like that for about 10 minutes.
Roaring-.
Just then, a luxurious limousine stops with a distinctive exhaust sound, as if it had been waiting.
Zegalin, instinctively alert, gathered magical power in his hands and prepared to summon his minions at any time.
Jiying-.
The glass window opens.
There, sitting there, was a face that was hard to believe.
“… Get in.”
“… Ah, father… ji?”
An elderly man, at least 70 years old, was sitting expressionless in the back seat.
Jegalin, Jegal Eunbyeol’s biological father.
Head of the Zhuge family.
It was Zhuge style.
