Frenzy Troll

You spread the faint light of the sword embedded in the ground. A sacred light that naturally attracts the attention of those gathered in the chairman.

Osron looks at the sword and clasps his arms.

I asked without hiding my complaint.

“What does pulling out a knife in the ground have to do with the validity of marriage? ”

“Don't you know what kind of knife this is? ”

“You have to know. But · · · · · ·"

“Tell me what the knife is. ”

“Yes?”

“Tell me what the knife is. ”

At Roland's request, Osron frowns. Osron also knew that the sword was a legendary sword that came crashing down in the Apocalypse. As soon as I say that name, everyone here will be elastic, saying they've seen something precious.

Osron, who didn't want to put authority on the sword for no reason, said in a hurry.

“The blade Odin laid down for your son. ”

“Yes. A long time ago, the hero's father drew this sword from the ash tree. He proposed to the woman who would be his wife and pledged his devotion and love. So we proved our love and pulled out this sword that Odin put in the ash tree! ”

Roland was now referring to the scene from the old epic ‘Ring of Nibelung'. The scene where Siegmund the hero's father takes the Sword. The scene and the epic poem were so famous that everyone on the left realized what that knife looked like.

“Nodong?”

“Squash · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Grams, corners, feet. Odin's Sword with the Dark Dragon Paphnir. Lollang shouted, pointing to the legendary sword, which also has many famous names.

“Then why isn't it relevant? If your proposal is valid and true! As such, if it is worthy of the gods' favor! The great Odin will bless you as well as Frey! And as proof of that, the sword will be drawn just as it was drawn when the father of the old hero proposed! ”

I can't believe you're obsessed with old stories. Osron is in trouble.

The legend of that sword did not convince Osron that he could draw it. He had already tried to sneak out Roland a few months ago and failed.

At that time, Osron believed that he was a rebel, and that the sacred blood of his family would be different. As soon as I took my hand to the pouch, the pouch warms up and burns my hand.

Osron thinks, then the knife rejects him. Would it be different now?

I didn't think so.

‘In the courtyard where the Freys have not answered. ’

Osron looks at the sword, as you can see.

Until just now, the black sword, which had just been tapped to the tip, was gradually digging into the ground. The ring that was stuck at the edge of the blade was already melted and spread.

Roland has stopped.

“Grab the bag! ”

Osron stood still and said,

“I think we need to pull it out. Look, isn't the ring all broken? ”

“All I lost was my body and the gold that made up the ring did not evaporate! Shouldn't we pull out our swords, retrieve them, and reinforce them into shape? ”

“Which royal family picks up a broken ring and makes it again? · · · · · · · · ”

Osron mutters, but Roland shouts aloud.

“Why are you paying attention to the changes in the ring? The important thing now is to prove your proposal is valid, to recreate an old legend! Not his little ring! ”

The voice echoed loudly in everyone's ears. As a great speaker shouted, everyone noticed.

The gathered nobles were staring at Lollan and Carl alternately. When Chan realized that, he whispered in his heart.

That rotten knight.

Given the situation, the nobles here don't seem to be able to point out the injustice of that demand on their own. If that's the case, Osron's on his own. How?

Osron considers how he can overcome this situation. If I stretch it any further, it'll be ugly. Would it be better to surrender and get engaged if Roland's author left for Bifrost?

With Osron silent, Lollan shouts.

“Can't you pull it out? It is for you to know that this engagement is unjust! Then swear on your life here on your knees! I will break this engagement and find Princess Osma another pillow! ”

Osron exclaims bitterly.

“I don't have another pillow! ”

“I've heard that there are men in Mediah who are purely of lineage, only suspicious of them! Why don't you pair it up with one of them? ”

“By desecrating the purity of blood! ”

“Even Prince Medea was not a complete rebel. What's wrong with a little more human blood there? You're no dirtier than your daughter and father! ”

Osron trembles at the same pressure as his roar and the power in his voice. Again, I felt pushed this way.

Osron was humiliated by his defeat. And humiliation moved his mouth with anger.

“Shut up!"

Osron was shocked. What makes you so mad at her? How can you do that to a knight who jumped in and killed a giant wolf?

Osron shrugged, felt even more humiliated, and his anger grew. So I shouted.

“How dare you do this to someone's family! Who are you! Just go!"

I was just about to catch up.

Osron felt his hands move on their own. Like someone forcing their arm to move with a strong hand.

In fact, Osron's arm was forced to move forward. An unknown force grips the arm and moves.

“Aah!”

With Osron screaming, his arms are pulled forward. Thus, the body connected to the arm moved forward.

Soon, Osron was dragged before the sword that was planted on the ground.

Osron could not understand what was happening to him now. I just closed my eyes, screaming in surprise. The light from the sword was so dazzling.

My arm moved on its own while I closed my eyes.

Osron's arm extends forward. Even that finger was forced to spread, and Osron's hand grabbed the saber.

As his hand points upward, his sword is drawn.

Everyone on the left was watching the scene with their eyes wide open.

“Carl · · · · · · · · ·"

I also stared at the drawn sword in a puzzled manner.

How in the world?

It was impossible for Osron to draw that sword, as expected by Roland. After all, Angie, a member of the same clan, did not receive the power of purification prayers properly, and King Os was unable to resurrect from the dead despite the resurrection spell.

It proved that even a Mediahn is not transcendent. So I thought it was impossible to draw that sword.

Rawland suddenly looks at Angie and the young Osma.

The small body froze and was not even frozen. He would have sensed it, too. It's over now.

Along with Angie, Roland was also desperate. I tried to ruin my marriage by borrowing Odin's authority against the authority of Frey, and I failed.

There was no other way. If you do any more work, you will not only incur the wrath of Frey, but also of Odin.

‘Sorry, Angie. ’

I couldn't watch anymore. Roland closes his eyes.

At the same time, he opened his eyes while he felt like he was losing his mind.

So I saw the crest I was holding, the wolf symbol carved on the blade.

You pulled out the sword?

How did you do that?

Was it the will of Lord Frey to move your body?

Joy drenched him. Whether he wanted to express his appreciation, he wanted to raise his sword high and send it to everyone.

But I couldn't. Osron's arm is still held by an unknown force and unable to move on his own.

Osron prayed, feeling frustrated in the midst of joy.

“Dear Lord Frey, thank you for your help and let your descendants finally do it for themselves · · · · ·. ”

However, it was not Frey who responded to the prayer.

The sword and Osron's arm that hold it move together.

The blade shines in Osron's eyes. A wolf engraved on the sword was attacking him · · · · · · ·.

Osron's arm is now swinging. And depending on that move, the blade of the sword draws a trail.

There was blood and smoke.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her eyes with an enlarged pupil.

Osron's head thumps and starts rolling. The cutting edge exhales blood and smoke.

Similar things were happening to Osron's neck after his head was gone. Blood spurts blood like a volcano, emitting smoke.

Osron's body collapses, staggering. And the hand holding the scabbard did not let go of the scabbard, but the blade refused.

Osron's falling hand burns.

So, the sword, which had escaped from his hand, fell to the side and stood upright, deep on the ground.

Osron's body falls to the ground, shaking, losing his head and hands.

Like the others that were watching, Roland didn't know what to say to the situation.

What the hell is going on?

We were all standing so far away together that we couldn't open our mouths.

The sound of the gate opening in the middle of the silence rings out loud. Subsequently, the sound of steel shoes striking the ground echoes.

Everyone turns their heads to look at the egg. Roland stares at the figure and breathes his last.

Silver-haired middle-aged man.

Karl, heavily armed, swings his cloak at you. And standing in front of Osron's corpse and the sword in front of him, he opens his mouth.

“Have you seen God's punishment? ”

“You · · · · · · · ·"

He ignores Roland, who is about to say something, and he keeps shouting.

“Have you seen the wrath of God on the king's assassin, on the traitor who tried to take the throne by mixing his daughter with his body? ”

Just when someone asked.

“Who are you? ”

Roland mutters.

“Car · · · · · · · · ·"

But Karl shouted.

“My source comes from the Guardian of Light, Karl, and his appearance and his holy blood flow through my veins! So I am also the one who can serve the king! My name is Arthur! King Arthur!”

None of us knew the king by that name. I just muttered to the question.

“What's that? ”

And Karl, supposedly King Arthur, cried out.

“I have come down from Valhalla! ”

“A summoned hero? ”

“Yes! In response to that wicked man's call, I came to take care of his family and came to the earth! However, it is really difficult for him to die like that. What are our obligations now? Will he disappear with the life of the man who summoned us? However, if our mission is no more, this body will perish. Then, does the responsibility not go away? Answer me, gods of heaven! ”

Then King Arthur took a step forward.

There's a sword right in front of you. Now go deeper and deeper to get Roland to vote again.

King Arthur takes his hand to the scabbard. And like pulling a toothpick out of the head, I gave it a little bit of strength.

The sword is drawn without resistance.

Light erupts from the sword. The light source was raised high and King Arthur shouted.

“This is the answer of the gods! ”

It was the moment when the sun came up. Everyone felt the heat at the same time as the dazzling light source. The sword was warming the entire presidential room.

And King Arthur cried out like a sun-god coming down from the earth.

“I declare on behalf of the gods who sent us as warriors of Valhalla! Our commitments will be fulfilled! We are here to save Mediah, and we will continue to do so! And now that the regime is gone, it's clear what to do! ”

King Arthur lowers his sword, but the light of the sword is still intense. That's why the people on the left couldn't look the Holy King in the face.

King Arthur declared that everyone was naturally among those who bowed their heads.

“I, King Arthur, will look after this kingdom until the end of times of chaos! ”

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