“War waged by human beings · · ·. ”
Yoohyun, who repeated the sentence several times, paused and slowly lifted his head. Yoohyun looks at the Colonel with distressed eyes.
When the hell is this guy coming up with a story?
Yoohyun recalled the contents of the book Song Ga-yeon read. I don't know when the book was made, but it says that the war that humans waged against the xenophobics was 1,000 years ago.
But is the Colonel bringing out the stories of those days now?
Before the regression, Yoohyun did not have a very narrative story with the Wind Colonel.
Only the vicious Colonel, whose celestial paintings were raging in anger as death, remains to be remembered.
Thanks to you, I also decided to live and fight the presidential decree before I die. But I couldn't win. So I ran away.
For that, all those who greeted the sword of celestial painting were exterminated there.
In a way, the revenge of celestial paintings was done directly by the hand of the Colonel. For a while, however, the power of the liberated Colonel from the sword was so strong that it was creepy that I couldn't handle it.
I don't know why, but the Colonel sealed himself with the sword as if he had done everything in his power for less than a day. That was the last memory of the Colonel in front of Yoohyun's eyes.
Yoohyun shook his lips, pondering what to answer, and decided to tell the truth.
“The war you're talking about is over 1,000 years ago. ”
The girl frowns, no, the colonel frowns at the white glands. There was a fine crack in the dry girl's face.
“· · · The war is over? What the hell is that supposed to mean? ”
At the same time, the girl flew right in front of Yoohyun's nose. The girl's pupils, which had just cooled down, were shaking sadly.
“No way. When the war is over, why am I still sealed by this sword!? ”
The trembling voice only grows louder. Yoohyun smiled bitterly at the appearance of a young girl who was feeling confused.
“· · · Let me ask you one question. Why were you sealed by this sword? ”
“Didn't they lock me up here? ”
There is no more calming tone voice. Just as a young child bursts out of anger, a high voice bursts out from the colonel. The snowfield shakes. The owner of the mind shakes, and the world is twisted.
‘This is not good. ’
Yoohyun had a nervous face as he looked around her unawares. The power of a losing colonel is scary. However, Yoohyun asked in a bold voice unchanged.
“I didn't lock you up. Not even the humans of today. Stupid humans who fought stupid wars a long time ago. It doesn't mean anything to me when I try to be angry. ”
“· · · Get rooted! ”
Luckily it works. The girl bites her lips hard and nods slowly. However, grudging snowflakes cannot be erased. I decided to take that into account.
Compared to the anger she just showed me, it's a childish prank now.
“· · · Humans promised. My contractor will be fine if you keep it tightly sealed inside. I will never hurt you. He said he would wake me up when the war was over. But · · ·. ”
The girl blurs her end and looks depressed.
“If what you're saying is true, I've been lying for 1,000 years. ”
“Who was the contractor? Was it an elf?”
The best thing about spirits is elves. At least in Yoohyun's sense.
However, like denying Yoohyun's common sense, the girl shook her head.
“It was the same human woman who sealed me here. It was a sad woman who couldn't even cross between humans and elves in the war. ”
Before the war, there were humans with elves for the rest of their lives.
But the tragic woman who ended up in a war between humans and elves without taking anyone's side. She was eventually abandoned by the elves, by the humans.
The girl blurred her face thinking of her contractor. What scared the humans was the power of the contractor who might be on the side of the elves. The source of the power the contractor has is himself, who is ultimately a colonel.
I just said that I should sleep for a while, but the result is like this. It was not his contractor who woke him up for a long time, but a human being who had broken into his mind and suffered all sorts of accidents.
Yoohyun, who had just guessed what was going on, sighed and said.
“Then your contractor must have died a long time ago. ”
For more than 1000 years as human beings, the time in Iran has been too long. In the first place, only dragons can survive 1,000 years like this. The longest life expectancy is 200 years.
The girl nods powerlessly.
“Perhaps, yes. ”
The appearance of the girl who lost her energy only seemed childish. It no longer appears to be a massive existence called the Colonial Decree. This does not mean that I feel compassion.
This is just her condition. But I'm not indifferent. She's a colonel. She has great power. I can't be greedy.
There, Yoohyun reaches out to her.
“What are you doing? ”
Cool girl's eyes plunge into Yoohyun.
Yoohyun said calmly, barely suppressing his nervous self.
“I'll get you out of here. Why don't you sign with me? ”
*
“· · · Hugh. ”
Webble sighs, frowning at the glans. The hand that touched the beard is covered with cold sweat. Thanks to him, his proud beard becomes wet with cold sweat from his hands.
I've seen a lot of people in the meantime. It's been decades since I caught the hammer and opened the forge. In the meantime, it will cost thousands of people to go to the maze with the weapons they made.
Many of them had outstanding talents or powers.
The only thing that comes to mind right now is Lundgren, who was once commander of the Expeditionary Force in Roberia. Moreover, Arans, who became captain after Lundgren a few years ago, is also a great man.
After an hour, Webble asked Lute, who was staring at Yoohyun, who had a stubborn face without taking his hand off the sword, that it was hard to believe.
“What the hell was that? ”
Lute looks troubled by Webble's tone, which seems a bit ridiculous right now.
“If you ask me that, I can't answer anything. ”
“Ugh. I think I've got something bad on my hands. ”
Whilst saying so, Lute could find Webble smiling softly.
He turns his shoulders as if he were loosening the muscles that were clumped together. The stubborn muscles of the old man are not pushed away from those of well-trained soldiers. It was amazing considering his age.
Lute could see that he had come up with an idea to catch the hammer.
“In the spirit of that sword, you will be tested for strength of mind. ”
As if to listen to Yoohyun's group, Najib said.
The group listened attentively to the stories of the elderly. In particular, Song Ga-yeon was most interested in what he said, and the word Spirit caught her attention. Webble said, there's a sealed Colonel inside that sword.
It was a story that could not be interesting for her to use the Spirit.
“As soon as he touches that sword, he is captured by the spirit, and everything is invited to the white world. What do you think you're going to go through there? ”
No one can answer that question easily. Lute, who knew the answer, frowned at the glance, recalling the memory of that time. The memory of running away from monsters was never pleasant.
When no one had an answer, Webble said in a bold voice.
“You will fight or run away until you die against constantly rising monsters. It's a hell of an experience. ”
“· · · So Yoohyun is going through the same thing right now? ”
In Webble's words, Song Song Song frowned and looked at him. In his words, it was obvious that what I was going through by touching that sword was very painful. It's still going on.
“Don't worry. I just feel like I'm having a nightmare. ”
Even so, it was not a relief at all.
Aside from singing songs, Webble took their gaze quietly with a bitter smile. It's not very offensive. They're just worried.
“What I want to say is that no man has held that sword for this long. It's normal to return to reality after losing your life to monsters in less than a minute. ”
But now he's holding the sword for how long?
By then, Webble had no choice but to look forward to it.
If Yoohyun is chosen by the sword like this. You may be able to see the sealed Colonel for a long time. Maybe you can see the look of the sword.
As a blacksmith, I wanted to see a sword with the power of the Colonel completely released.
What level of craftsmanship did he create to seal the presidential decree? To be honest, it was a level of hardship that could not be gauged by his skills.
If this guy really wakes up that sword.
Thinking about it, the heart of the old blacksmith, who had been cooling for a long time, was running hot. The blood of youth suddenly returns and excites Webble.
It was then.
Yoohyun finally takes his hands off the sword and vomits a long breath.
Everyone stares at Yoohyun. Worries and expectations. The two are mixed.
Yoohyun sighs and mutters as he looks up at the ceiling of the workshop.
“Failure.”