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Albrecht and Achillia face each other with their own sticks, while the moonlight and the blazing campfire, the sound of beetles crying, the nearby fireflies floating around, and the world is suffocating.
“Attack first. ”
Albrecht concedes his lead. Achylia approaches Albrecht with a light step, then blurs for a moment.
People are surprised, and Randolph focuses and stares straight at the duel.
No matter how fast it is, there aren't many people in the world who can respond to Achilles' movements. Among the few, however, Albrecht remained.
Achilles swings his sword from the inside out, and Albrecht tries to stop him by simply pushing his stick in. I tried to catch Achillia with my other hand.
Achylia is furious and twisted out of her body. Albrecht was amazed that he turned in the middle of that light stroke. Achillia's back hair flew roughly.
Other than Randolph, people just feel like they're flashing and falling again. What did you just do?
Albrecht and Achillia are at odds again. But Achylia has a nervous expression, and Albrecht is just as bold.
Achylia is a distinctive light step, swinging her stick from the inside out as she approached.
The writing was quite thick, but it seemed to be broken by the swinging wind pressure.
Albrecht tries to grab Achillia with his other hand, just pushing the stick like before.
But this time, Achilles uses his wrist to swap his sword from the middle and push it up from the bottom.
Changing the sword midway through the wrist was a technique that required a long time of training. But Achylia did it naturally, like a stream of water.
But the opponent is too bad. Albrecht reacts in that short moment and pushes down the stick that was pushing to the side.
Unemployed!
The stick of Achilles' hand was broken in half, eventually caught by the back of Albrecht's left hand.
Albrecht was able to stop it simply because the blade's alignment was shorter than Achilles'.
Albrecht swipes Achylia up and hugs her butt with his left arm.
“How about a duel? ”
Achylia doesn't say anything after making a fat face about being struggling like a dwarf. Albrecht sweeps her hair, just looking at Achylia cute.
“If it were my sword, it would be different. It wouldn't be broken. ”
Albrecht shakes his head with a smile still on his mouth.
“Don't say that. If it was a real sword, I could have killed you dozens of ways. ”
But Achillia's rage does not seem to abate. Albrecht said to calm her down.
“I don't know if I've ever lost, but I'm sure it's good to be upset when I lose. because it means that it's going to get better. But defeat is defeat. We can't analyze the cause of defeat if we're angry without accepting it. ”
Then Achylia looks up and gazes at Albrecht. Albrecht only smiles at you.
“Do you want to try again? ”
Achylia nods as if she was waiting. Albrecht finds the right stick and throws it back to Achylia.
The two fought back. Both blondes glow brightly with the light of a campfire, and the blue eyes gleam.
“This time, Albrecht, you go first. ”
“Yes."
Albrecht thinks of how to attack, but then he remembers how Randolph was inspired by his sword and continued his training.
Then he looks up at Achylia and raises his concentration. The sound of wood burning, the sound of beetles crying, the sound of streams flowing from afar, and the sound of the beast treading carefully on the ground...... All the sounds around him are closed.
As you increase your concentration, the air around Albrecht starts to move differently from the surroundings.
The wind seems to harness Albrecht, pushing the air around it. The stones on the ground roll away from Albrecht and the grasses lie back.
The hair of the intestinal people, including Achilles', is blown away by an unprecedented wind. When something supernatural happens, everyone looks at Albrecht dazzled.
Above the human level, Albrecht brings the spirit together into one point. Like a dragon, Albrecht bursts into flames, something inherently natural.
Like a calm wave, or like lightning striking the earth, you take a quick, slow, large step forward with your right foot, swinging your stick from the inside out like Achilles.
Albrecht's stick becomes a blazing beam of light, sweeping through Achylia's staff.
It was Achylia who was moving so fast, but she just flinched and couldn't react. And she didn't feel any friction.
The writer holding Achylia's staff collapses like a razor blade.
The disparately moving air subsides again. The grass clears its waist again, and the hair of the people settles down.
This time, Randolph was surprised with his mouth wide open. Albrecht's movements do not blur like Achilles' heel, but leave behind a vision.
Achylia looks at the sliding edge. It's as clean as a sharp blade.
“Teach me this. ”
Albrecht smiles, embracing Achylia.
“Haha, I don't know. Study it.”
“There's no such thing. ”
But even Albert didn't know it himself. It was just because it happened, not because it was something I did while thinking.
Albrecht returns to his seat. Achilles' speech was low, but after a duel, he talks a little.
Most of them were nonsense. Every sword has its own personality, and it teaches you how to swing when you listen.
Albrecht wanted to say something, but he just listened quietly. And there was a lot of nonsense that he was in the fight and couldn't explain to people.
If I had to explain, I'd have to be abstract like Achillia.
It was Diego, Randolph and Wilhelm who taught him the sword himself. Diego and Wilhelm were merely posturing and correcting, and Randolph was mostly just trained by himself.
Thus, Albrecht had no choice but to show what he could not explain.
Just as Randolph was inspired by it and did not hesitate to train, so was Achylia's wish.
Achylia is open and talks about all kinds of things. Albrecht began to talk to her unknowingly.
If you're listening to Achilles' pure words, even a mysterious solar eclipse, Albrecht seemed to open his heart somehow.
That's why he began to reveal his thoughts and troubles that he had not known.
Rosamund, Randolph, Diego and Agnes are in on the conversation.
“So, no matter how hard you train and train, it has nothing to do with being strong? ”
Achylia looks naive, holds Albrecht in her arms and looks at the campfire. Albrecht also said, looking at the campfire.
“No, I mean, That's a strong one, though. It's just a shell.True strength comes from the heart. There are a lot of cowards in the world who are skilled in martial arts. Those people are weak. You're no better than a coward. ”
Achylia ponders Albrecht's words for a moment and asks again.
“What's a strong heart like? ”
It was like a child was poking an adult with a skewer. However, it was not a topic for adults to answer properly.
“Well, what is it? I don't know, actually. Maybe it's like this. If you live in the world, you'll often find yourself at a crossroads. Usually one is a comfortable road and the other is a rough road. Choosing the easy path isn't bad, but isn't it strong for people to bravely enter the rough path? ”
Albrecht sweeps Achylia's soft blonde hair as he speaks, and Achylia feels comfortable in his hands.
“So Albrecht is a strong man? ”
Achilles asks again.
“I chose a rough path, but I don't know. The temptation to give up always follows like a shadow. I wonder if it's a good choice. If I had just stayed in Calteren and lived with Rosamund, all those people wouldn't have died. But is that right? I don't know. ”
Rosamund sweeps Albrecht's broad back, comforting to hear his story.
Albrecht turns his head to look at his wife. Even if I didn't have to say it, my heart was conveyed. She was always a thankful and loving wife. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
Albrecht looks back at the campfire. Overflowing, the fiery flame intensifies, and it blends with the darkness around it, creating a calm atmosphere.
“But taking the rough path comes from innocence, but I think it's a responsibility to keep it that way. Responsibility always grows bigger and heavier, crushing people. Walking the rough road is hard. ”
Rosamund, Randolph, Diego and Agnes take their eyes off the campfire and look at Albrecht quietly. Achylia also looked up at Albrecht.
Only Albrecht kept staring at the campfire.
“What would have happened if I wasn't this strong? It's so hard for even me, but who among ordinary people would choose a rough path to walk on their own? If he is, he is truly a great man. As long as you have vast territory at your feet and have the ultimate power, that's not great. ”
The people in the intestine did not fully understand Albrecht's words because of the age limitations.
With a vast territory at your feet, even if you have the ultimate power, isn't that great? What do you mean, everyone who walks the rough road is great?
"Great" was not taken lightly. Around Albrecht, they called him the Great King.
But it was hard to accept even Rosamund quickly because he said it wasn't great.
None of them understood Albrecht's words, but it felt strange.
Albrecht's words are scattered in the air, but they cause a calm ripple in people's minds.
Then, thanks to the silence the night brings, Diego said, looking at Albrecht with a bold expression.
“I've felt it before, but Amigo, you're like a different world. ”
Albrecht smiles without an answer. Achilles leans back to Albrecht to see if he can sleep.
“Albrecht, you seem to have a lot on your mind. So that's good.”
Albrecht smiles lightly as he says he's a child of Achilles. It's really hard being a real adult, and I didn't even know if she was a child.
The next morning, the group gets up casually, head to the nearby stream, take a quick shower, and head south again. Just like traveling, there was no change of clothes and washing was uncomfortable.
There's no need to rush, so you can hear if there's an inn nearby. It was an agent's job to enter through the breach and find the inn.
But the whole group has had a rough life, so this is nothing. If Maria had followed me, she would have suffered without washing herself homeless.
Albrecht continued his conversation with Achillia yesterday.
“Killing people, I don't know what to say. Life has to be heavy. But when it comes to fighting, there's no hesitation. So it's a little more complicated than I thought. It's not that simple. ”
Since Achilles was more than a genius, he was almost like a sword fairy, Albrecht taught mind over technology.
Achylia sits in front of Albrecht, grumbling and listening. Albrecht was a little worried about that because she had no experience with killing.
Fighting doesn't suit a dwarf. Fighting is the ultimate time to kill an opponent.
I couldn't teach it in a word because I really had to experience it.
The group wears a cape and presses the hood deeply, slowly walking down the road. There were rolling mountains and hills nearby, and the wildlife was not a habitable area, but rather remote.
You walk along the road for a long time, and you walk back into the nocturnal hills, and you see the children begging not far away.
It was like looking at a juvenile Jurgen. The soup flows, the clothes are all shattered, and she's wearing a dirty coil.
Five children were gathering to touch something on the floor, and when I looked closely, it was a corpse.
The bodies were split open and their mouths opened, but the children seemed to be looking for something.
The children see Albrecht's group emerging from nowhere, frozen and unable to escape. Everyone seemed skinny, and they didn't eat well.
Farther than the children, I saw two soldiers with spears, and the equipment was untidy and dirty. Seeing a soldier with a shitty grip, Albrecht guesses a great deal.
“Randolph, go find out who it is. If you're a loser or a thief, kill him. ”
“I understand.”
Randolph answers and runs to the soldiers with his cloak. The soldiers are so overwhelmed that they don't know what to do.
Albrecht told Achylia sitting in front of him.
“Watch what it's like to kill a man. ”
At a distance, Randolph wants to have a few words with the two soldiers. He picks Iludia up and slaps her left and right like lightning. It was really neat.
Immediately, the two soldiers' heads split open and collapsed with their helmets. Fake brains and blood flowed to the ground.
Albrecht examines Achylia's complexion. You're not shocked, you're just looking at the murder scene with confidence. I didn't know what I was thinking.
Albrecht looks back at the dead children. The group is still frozen with frightened eyes.
There seems to be a town or territory nearby, but Albrecht seems to know what's going on.
Sigmund's Östern has roughly quadrupled the North Gyeongsang Province of Korea on Earth. This meant that no matter how good Sigmund was, he could not reach every corner of the city.
There were many areas where the lord did not receive proper protection, because there were no cars, no cell phones, and no concept of statistics.
In addition, Sigmund scraped together his troops to stop the mighty Albrecht, making security worse.
Albrecht guesses that some of the soldiers who were defeated in the Battle of Wrightingen have flowed this way. I don't know how many. Certainly not all of them just died.
A moment ago, I preached to Achylia about killing people, but Albrecht was thinking about the next bloodline.
The morning sun was shining all over Nuri warmly, and a nice breeze came from the valley, swept through the beggar children, changing bags, southern lords, escort knights, kings, queens, and dwarves.
The two soldiers who had just lived and breathed, fell without a frown, their heads split open as corpses.
Chapter 24 Pure and Adult's End.
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