Price of Management

The Grand Marquis continues to pursue and swings the Two-Handed Sword across.

Duke Meutt chose evasion over defense. Instinct determined that the best direction of evasion was "frontal."

Duke Meutt flew forward.

The two-handed sword grazes your head. After rolling the bottom once, I got up quickly behind the back of the Marquis of Great Gen.

Stab the Long Sword into the spine.

The Grand Duke does not look back, but swings the Two-Handed Sword backwards. It was a cunning gesture that should never be imitated, but for the Marquis of Great Gen it was perfectly natural and stable.

Duke Meutt knows that and retreats without further attack. Even though he had scored behind his back, it was not considered favorable.

It was the right decision.

The Marquis of Great Gentile turns back and wields a mighty slash with terrifying rotational power.

Duke Meutt took the strongest defense he could. The guard was guarded with a long sword, piercing one knee and placing the center of gravity forward.

A blow lands on the guard.

Shhhhh!

Not only the physical shock, but also the errors in the body were shaken by the aftermath of the collision.

Duke Meutt let the turbulent error flow naturally in the direction of the shock, circulating the body a few times before returning it alone.

The error quickly regained its stability.

Duke Meutt of ecstasy.

The identity of a man named Krail Mutt has now been forgotten in his mind.

Then who am I?

Even such curiosity was erased from my mind. He was now a complete immortal incarnation.

As the consciousness fades, the unconscious reaches out. However, such misconceptions did not invade the spirit of Duke Meutt.

However, some convenient memories were dug into the mind.

Duke Meutt accepted it in a state of sheer silence, not consciousness or unconsciousness.

“Prepare for war. ”

It's become my life, Father.

But now I have one more question.

What am I supposed to do at the end of my life?

I put myself through endless pain, destroyed and trained. Now comes the time to complete the ultimate meaning of that life.

It's incredibly sweet and breathtaking to imagine.

I lived for that moment. I didn't have a wife or children to make room for foolishness, and I raised young talent to succeed me.

You just need to take one more step.

…… Am I allowed to do that?

“And what about you, Duke? ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Are you complete? ”

“ ……. ”

One day, a strange young man with years in his eyes asked. I advised him to be perfect, but this time he said the same thing.

Do you know what my perfection is, or the completeness of my life?

“I trust my disciples and soldiers. ”

“What if you saw something bigger than Duke Meutt? Do you trust us, Duke? ”

“I do. Neither does the king, nor do you. I believe everyone is working for this country. ”

“Good. I hope that faith, even in times of crisis, will not change." We're ready. We're not sure how well these things work, but we've all done the best we can. ”

It's all useless.

Everyone lives with a sword in their heart. It can only be polished by itself. A lonely path where no one can help.

Now we want to complete it.

“Heroic!" ”

Duke Meutt slams and blows away. Body weight was carried entirely on the tip of the sword.

Caaang!

“Hehe!”

The Marquis of Great Gen, who swung the Two-Handed Sword across, moans in shock.

‘I made a mistake.’

The Grand Marquis fills his tongue.

The current attack is a perfect stab wound at the end of the blade, completely weighing the center. Moreover, it was also contained in the tomography of the penetration scope. We shouldn't have hit him face-to-face. I should have avoided it.

After that, the errors in the body were tangled with complex twisted flows. It was internal injuries.

The great lord calmly restored the flow of error to its natural state. However, Duke Meutt continues to attack without giving way. Continuously stabs the Pokémon with a light dagger and interferes with the control of the Pokémon.

‘Was it a bad match for me? ’

Duke Meutt, the main weapon of Long Sword, was more diverse than the Marquis of Rängen with a two-handed sword. The choice was so broad that it was easy to take the lead in the fight.

However, the Marquis of Great Gen considers that far, shaking his head.

‘No, that's not all. ’

It reminds me of Duke Rompel.

A monster who's sworn to deal with the Kunt rich by himself. You handled the giant battle ax with one hand like a hatchet, as if it were a two-handed sword.

It's not just about being strong. The inspiration would not have handled Battle Axe with one hand from the beginning. I would have held it with both hands. But why has it changed so much now?

… abandoning their fixed style.

‘Have I still not completely broken me? ’

When I became an error master, I thought I had escaped all entanglements.

But if there's still something you haven't completely stripped off, it means there's still a way forward.

‘Hey, you didn't realize that at the last minute. I'm an idiot.’

Duke Meutt once again opens his jab and stabs himself.

We must avoid it, but it's too late. Then face it.

My judgment was swift.

“Khhh!”

The Grand Duke swings the Two-Handed Sword vertically.

Kuaang ―!

A huge shock shook the entire wall.

The shock also dug into the Marquis of Great Gen. The Marquis of Great Gentile left a stream of errors in that shock.

The tangled error began to flow in one direction, as the ripples swept over the great waves.

The whole body was circulated as quickly as possible. Restored internal injuries.

However, there was a sequelae that forced the flow of errors to be restored.

“Cough!”

The Grand Marquis has bled to death with a cough. The Great Lord smiles as he wipes away the blood with his sleeve.

It's been a long time.

This feels awesome.

* * *

When I fell with blood through my chest through someone's spear, I thought:

What did you live for?

This battlefield was filled with rampagers like the Anglers, and it seemed to be the world in which humans live.

In the end, everyone will die, and those who are left behind will not get what they have lost. Why don't they know it? They just want to fight.

If you look around a little, you'll wake up. They run blindly in front of their enemies with narrow eyes.

There was blood everywhere. I was unconscious.

Everything was meaningless and empty.

What did my life mean?

Then I suddenly realized.

Fight.

That was what made me boil my blood.

I lived for that excitement.

Even though the surroundings were devastated and hell was spreading, man lived to fight silently in the middle of it.

The moment I realized the meaning of my life, my consciousness became clear.

I grabbed the bloodstream chest and forced myself to stand up. I pledged to live to fight again.

Commitment? No.

It was desire.

I wanted to fight again. I wanted to die fighting again.

It was the birth of the Black Beast, the leader of the Black Cross, Guspart Müggen, who roams around in search of blood.

“Kuhahaha!”

The Grand Marquis sprints through the mines. You swing as hard as you can, holding the two-handed sword in both hands.

Duke Meutt calmly stepped left and out of attack range, at which point the great lord grabbed the Two-Handed Sword with one hand and swung it even louder.

Duke Meutt was in a hurry to stop it.

Kuaang!

Duke Meutt's whole body rises in the air.