Greek and Roman Mythology

Wow, I don't know if I can put up an announcement like this, but I'm alive!

I became a corporal, and it wasn't long before I was going to be royalty.

I've been a cripple for a month and I've been treated at the National Guard hospital, but now I'm healthy in my own way.

While I was in the hospital with my unit, I was going to study for the rest of my life...

I'm buying and reading Nordic mythology books and Celtic mythology books...

When I was writing Greek mythology, I wrote something without a plan.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm writing a story line. and I didn't write it down properly because I was secretly writing it down. (Rumor has it he's writing on the base. 12644; None)

Anyway, he's on vacation, he's out on vacation, and he's writing on his netbook, and he's back on base. Haha.

That's about 400 kb... not bad. Oh, not bad.

Nonsense!

I'll see you guys next June.

If I have a comment that makes me uncomfortable posting something like this, I'll delete it.

I'm just thankful that there are still people who look at my work.

Below is a Nordic myth that will be remade throughout. I mean, I know I'm not much of a writer, but, you know, I just put up an announcement, right? Haha...

All over P.S., we're gonna build that universe, and if we're gonna use Nordic myths, we're gonna use Celtic myths.

As I said before, I bought an avalon timeline and a Celtic mythology dictionary and all that stuff, and I just had this whole idea... of course, more naughty than a storyline.

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There was a woman who was dressed in light clothing on white skin like a frit.

Big eyes with long hair and soft jawline, smart nose blades and small lips.

She seemed to be an excellent beauty, given the proportion of her body to be perfect.

She looks up at the enormous old tree, standing alone in the moonlight.

It was a tree big enough that I thought there would be another tree this big.

Standing firmly resembles a general who guards the country.

Standing alone, the glowing appearance resembles the lonely king.

So she had to like this tree.

When I saw the tall old tree, I saw her dream come true.

And the first step to fulfilling that dream is a token stuck in the center of the tree.

Evidence that Odin was chosen as the symbol of the House of Wulcheng.

A glorious sword from the past, a broken gram, stuck inside a tree.

"When can I draw that sword?"

Her name will be Siegfried, the future owner of Gram. Daughter of Zigmunt and Princess of the Kingdom of Xanthen.

Odin appeared in an important battle and hampered the nation in which House Wuqing had chosen Odin to once occupy a vast territory beyond the Empire.

To be precise, Odin breaks the sword that had been handed to him directly in front of it.

The sword that cut through anything breaks the moment it hits Odin's spear once.

Zigmunt then stuffed the broken gram into a huge old tree in the palace of Ksanten.

Mysteriously, after that, Gram didn't pick anyone until Siegfried touched him.

At least when Siegfried touched it, it was all a bit of a stir.

I'm still looking at my dreams today.

"……?"

The moonlight in the night sky faded. She looks up at the clouds - her eyes open wide.

A flaming bird descends from the sky.

The body was fluttering like a flame, a bizarre bird with two ugly feet, a giant foot on its chest, and three feet in total.

"What...?"

She was embarrassed by the look of a bird I'd never seen before.

Birds come down through the air of the palace. The royal palace's protective shield appears in response to the intruder, blocking the bird's approach.

But even for a moment, the third foot that was holding the air maliciously widened and held the membrane once, and the shield was easily broken.

Fragments of the Magic Shield fell like a meteor. The black bird emits a red glare and descends in front of the old tree, becoming more and more human.

And when I got to Gram, he was completely transformed into one person.

The darkness gathers and becomes his foothold as we set foot in the air.

White hair and red eyes.

Wearing a matte black coat, he holds a luxurious black scaffold in his left hand.

He looks at the Gram in the old-growth tree with his careless eyes and reaches for it.

"Trespassing... now?"

A bird turns into a man, and he tries to pull a gram out of an old tree.

But will he be able to pull out the gram? Obviously, they won't pull it out like everyone else, and it'll bounce off of Gram's magical discharge.

Phage job!

And as he grabs the Gram, a powerful spark pops out as she expected.

"Ha-"

He doesn't bounce. Rather, he grips his sword and pulls it out of the tree.

With its distinctive noise as the current flows, a white flash floods the surroundings.

She closes her eyes. When the light fades, he holds the Gram in his hand.

"Did... you get it? Gram?"

No, I didn't think I was supposed to be idle.

At this rate, he seemed to be flying away again with his gram in his hands.

She quickly made up her mind and moved on.

You draw your sword from your waist and flick your sword at him who is standing recklessly.

"Huh?"

He sees a sword flying in the shape of a crescent moon and flicks it lightly through the blade in his left hand.

As the sword flew toward the air, it bounced off the ground and dust rose.

Although she didn't do everything in her power, she bites her lip without knowing it, as soon as her best surprise attack stopped her hand.

This sharp one scratches his lips.

The mild pain made my mind clear and calmer.

I looked at him clearly, hidden from the moonlight.

In particular, his red eyes, which didn't seem to have any other emotions, were filled with freshness.

He looks down at his left wrist, making sure it wasn't hit at all.

"Funny."

He mutters arrogantly and looks down.

As her eyes meet, she grips the hilt of the sword with a face of unwitting tension.

In the meantime, the handle feels slippery because of the sweat on my hands.

And as soon as she heard his voice, she felt horrified without even knowing it.

I captured my heart while trying to drive out fear and fear of the unknown enemy.

He slowly steps down the foothold, which rolls his tail up into the air.

"Who is it? I'm surprised we're ready to launch our swords."

"I don't know who you are or who you are, but give me the gram."

"Ho, I can't do that. I need this."

He glances at the moonlight with a half-sword in his hand and a broken blade.

Unlike her, who was blinded by a glittering blade for a moment, he was thrown into the air and received like a toy, as if he wasn't interested.

Before the sword, she is angry that she treats the treasures and symbols of a country called Xanthen like that. She usually screams with excitement that is unlike her.

"Don't treat Gram like a toy!"

Even solid rocks rolling in the mountains.

Even the sturdy anvil that beats with the iron from the forge.

No obstacles in front of you.

Cut down everything...

The glory of winning every battle except once!

The symbol of victory! Dealing with toys was unforgivable.

Grunting, this grinding sound echoes in horror.

However, he nodded as if it were natural.

"Toys? Of course, Odin's treasure is worth more to you than just a toy. It's just what you take when you need it."

"Wha...!"

She couldn't take it anymore.

He will be much higher than himself.

It can be inferred from the relaxed bounce of the sword.

Nevertheless, we cannot just sit and watch as if we were taking my own sheep.

However, when he stepped off his feet and tried to run to him, his feet did not move.

If you run fearlessly, your body will not move properly because you fear that you will lose.

But if she retreats or runs away like this, her dreams, her goals disappear and meet.

That's why I took courage and stepped forward with my sword pointed. 3A).

Suddenly, her face became softer, which was firmly firmly confident.

"I will surely defeat you and take back Gram!"

"That won't be possible, and I don't like these creepy lines."

"It's none of my business!"

"Well, I gave him some advice."

He was so relaxed and confident.

Siegfried, she rushes forward, not answering any more.

Her sword wields its sword, gently moving and aiming for his vital point.

Kaen-!

As the dung splashes, you feel a strong recoil on your fingertips, quickly retrieving the sword and stabbing it again.

I am showing myself to be surprisingly good at more than usual.

The sword you are listening to is also the magic sword made by Legin, the most powerful blacksmith in the kingdom.

It was a very sharp sword, though it might fall off of Gram.

The condition, the sword, the sword-- there's nothing missing. Stab and swing your sword without stopping.

"Khhh!"

But reality didn't go her way like her confidence did.

Her black eyes do not touch his body. Besides, he hasn't even drawn his sword from the sword yet.

No, it may not have been drawn because it's holding a gram in its right hand.

But Gram is a broken dagger. Is a half-sword enough?

In the meantime, I think she's an enemy, but she's really something.

A blade in her left hand blocks or spills out her sword.

Furthermore, the Gram in the right hand makes a terrifying attack. Then she closely avoids it.

I'm taking care of her! '

Obviously I feel that way.

She was pierced through the heart when he stabbed her.

His leg is cut off when he swings the gram.

Only, the length of the blade did not reach.

If Gram were a perfect sword, not a broken dagger, she would have fallen miserably to the ground by now.

He doesn't see a drop of sweat compared to her, who starts sweating like rain.

She can't give up, even if she sees the gap between us.

The sea that I expected somewhat. She takes a deep breath and swings her sword.

As soon as the swing stops, she will lose.

Caang! Tong!

The dung pops up without rest in front of your eyes.

My breath was also up to my chin.

As if it were her last move, a sword spurts from her blade and decimates her surroundings.

I cut him, stabbed him, and cut him up. But no attack could hurt him.

He swings his sword alternately between his sword and his gram and bounces it off.

Boo-hoo.

At that moment, a crack occurred in the gram that blocked the sword.

Bang! Her heart sank to the ground and her movements stopped momentarily.

He also looks down at the Gram slightly embarrassed and throws it at his tongue.

After seeing Gram thrown to the ground, she no longer hesitates, wielding her sword again.

Just a little more! More! '

However, it is no longer the limit to emit swords.

"You must be tired."

"Don't take it personally!"

You look exhausted, and he finally draws his sword from his sword.

Rrrr, the street was so clear that the blade of silence appeared at the same time.

The moment the sword is fully drawn from the scabbard, a black flame envelops the blade.

No, no, no. That's...! '

At that moment, his sword slowly swings and collides.

"Ugh!"

With a buzzing bell ringing, Siegfried's body buzzes up.

And in a single blow, her black remains shattered.

After about five metres of push back, she looks down at her sword with an unbelievable eye.

"... No way."

One time, I took his sword.

She saw the moment when the day and day hit.

You dig through the sword.

Reggien does his best to make it even sharper, and his rune-up sword cannot withstand it.

"Not even a weapon anymore. What are we gonna do?"

He laughs and puts the sword back in the sword.

Then I picked up the Gram lying on the ground again.

"Aha, right. The reinforcements should be here any minute now. All right, well, how about we just wait for them to get here?"

His sarcasm was angry with the words, but he was no longer willing to run to him.

The moment the sword is broken, her will is broken.

Father, the day her father Zigmunt was abandoned by Odin.

When Odin's swinging spear broke the Gram. I don't know if that's what it felt like.

She lowers her head to the fact that her dream and goal, Gram, have been captured indefinitely and powerlessly.

"... who are you?"

I bit my lip.

He digs his teeth so hard that he's not going to get hurt.

Tears poured out of her eyes in anger.

A broken sword falls from her hand to the ground.

There is no sound like it - whether it's the soft soil or not.

"Who are you?"

"Wasn't that the first question I asked?"

I lifted my head and wiped my tears and stared at him.

Surprisingly, I no longer felt fear or horror from him.

I thought it was strange, but I didn't erase my hostility to it.

Then, from afar, you hear the sound of knights and soldiers' army boots.

This is one of the most important places in the palace, so it was natural for soldiers to come here.

"That was quick."

He looked around admirably and said.

Given that the battle was less than 10 minutes and that it was midnight, this number of soldiers was on the fast axis.

No matter how many soldiers arrive, he relaxes himself by asking them to come.

It was not a problem if he thought about his strength and how he had become the first unknown monster.

She looks at him and reveals her name.

"Siegfried, Princess of Xanthen."

"Oh, princess? I'm surprised, but did I just hear that wrong? What did you say your name was?"

"……."

"I'm sorry, can you say that again?"

"Siegfried."

Hearing her name, he looks unbelievable.

There's nothing wrong with hearing it twice.

I overheard him muttering, "That's strange."

It was as if the information he knew was wrong.

"Now answer me! Who the hell are you?"

"My Lady!"

As she screams, knights and soldiers stream in.

The soldiers came in fully armed and surrounded him and her in an instant.

The knights step forward with their swords drawn, and the archers draw their arrows tightly against the demonstration.

Although he should be nervous, he looks at her eyes with a smile on his mouth.

Unlike her raging with enmity and anger, he was himself a playful game of interest and fun.

"You don't even know who I am, because I'm not famous."

"……."

"But let me tell you, this is also fate. my name is."

I don't know if it's bad luck or really bad luck.

She listens closely.

"The new king of Nibelungen. Strange name, isn't it?"

Surely Nibelungen is a rich country full of gold and treasure.

When I heard the word "new king" there, it was that he had just become a king.

And above all, the name Currency is familiar. I've heard that name somewhere.

She frowns for a moment.

"If you're a Current, you're the leader of the Ghost Knights of the Dead."

"Ghost Knights of the Dead? What is that?"

"Weren't you the one who saved Rikshake Castle, which almost was occupied by the Orcs?"

Ah-ha, Seung Ryu stared blankly.

Is that how fame is known?

Ghost Knights of the Mangrove. It's childish.

But I think I can think of enough.

If you suddenly show up at Rikshake Castle and suddenly see the missing knights, you'll have to think it's a ghost.

You wouldn't have heard of such a knight anywhere, so you thought he was one of the Ancient Manpower.

"And the king of Nibelungen. The king of all nations steals foreign treasures!"

"Stealing? … Hmm."

The drifter thinks for a moment and sighs awkwardly.

In a strange word, "stealing," he ponders.

In the gap, Siegfried looks through the articles around him.

When all the knights see women and the symbols engraved on their armor, they are the Sword Knights of Queen Xanthen's pride.

They were always ready to strike on Siegfried's signal.

But can we really beat him through them?

The power I felt in him now was nothing more than a man's business, but I could never guarantee victory as a party who had just faced him.

And if he really is the Master of the Ghost Knights of the Underworld who saved Rick Chak, we don't know when those ghosts will show up.

She sends a short call to wait for them and turns her gaze back on him.

He nodded several times and muttered, "Yes."

"Obviously, it's a little hard to just walk away from being told you're stealing."

"Then give me the Gram! Just give me Gram and I'll pretend this never happened."

He picks, and laughs.

"I don't know how many times I've said it. I can't do that. I'll give you something else."

"I don't want to."

"It's not good to say no decisively. If it's worth much more than Gram, it's worth a lot more than Gram.I 'm not giving you anything that's gonna get knocked down."

As the king himself said, I was intrigued by his offer.

But what if it's a lie? If he's the new king of Nibelungen, then he's just lying.

There was a high probability that the item corresponding to the Gram he gave was also false.

Siegfried thinks carefully.

On the contrary, what if it's the truth and not a lie?

If the truth is true, the symbol of his goal will be taken away, but if he can receive the corresponding item, that's fine with him.

It will be more useful than a broken gram.

Suddenly, she realized how important the individual's power was.

If he had the strength, he would not have to accept these conditions.

However, I quickly folded my thoughts because it is not important now.

"If what you say is true and not a lie, you must believe in the oath and the covenant."

"A covenant with an oath?"

"Yes, in the right hand of Thyr, the god of promise and oath. If you say it in the name of God, you can believe it. Of course, if you break it, the blade in Thyr's left hand will fall on your head."

He gives you a slightly awkward look and shakes his head.

"Once upon a time, as a man in the highest position of the gods, I'm a little proud of that. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for stealing. I'll give you a different way of believing instead of an oath."

Siegfried didn't get the first word he said.

I didn't know what to say because I was muttering in such a small voice, but I was embarrassed. 'I heard it very well.

Then it didn't make sense that he would believe another way.

"How?"

"Let me see the king. He wants faith so badly, he's proving it as a king versus a king."

…… Siegfried is called the Nordic myth's greatest hero.

It was a conversation with the first encounter with Currents before she made a name for the world.

It seemed like we had to see if the fate that almost started as a bad story would still lead to a bad story or lead to a bad story.

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Kitchen... my foot.