Light streams from my sword and envelops the Black Dragon.
[Compassion Blade Resists Absorption!]
But I didn't have the strength to resist me. The Black Poison floods like the Sewers of the Season of Summer. I was like a Black Leopard who woke up furiously when he suddenly touched me while sleeping quietly.
[The Sword of Compassion is bewildered.]
[I blame my sister for betraying LeFanta Aikim.]
[The Goddess of Protection is silencing the Sisters.]
The light of my sword and the shadow of the Black Dragon were mixed up in confusion.
[The Sword of Compassion requires a new master's title.]
White and black.
Neither side tried to back off easily.
[The power of the constellation is great. It should never be given to an unqualified person. The Sword of Compassion does not yet recognize you as a new state.]
"Yes."
I quietly glanced at the sword in the Black Dragon's heart.
“I have a point. But how do you expect me to prove myself? ”
A tablecloth leaks from the corpse of the Black Dragon. The venom is unbelievable. It took shape.
A dark angel.
It was an angel made of spicy water from the toe to the head.
[He was a fragment of a goddess's compassion.]
If you proved you could be somebody's idol.]
[You will now have to prove that you can sympathize with someone.]
The expressionless angel spreads his wings.
Even its wings were cloudy.
A spit spurted from the two outstretched wings fell.
[Ask yourself to leave your body and mind alone for a while.]
“Why should I? ”
[To sneak a peek at your memories.]
The light from the sword grows a little stronger.
[The Goddess of Protection cannot consent. Traveling together will reveal to the warrior that he is a new owner. There is no reason to take unnecessary risks.]
“No, thank you. ”
I picked up the knife.
“You can't wear a sword on your back that doesn't trust me. I can't stand the anxiety of a sword in the underworld. Come, steal my memories or whatever you want. ”
It was the moment I opened my arms.
[The Sword of Compassion tests your compassion.]]
The wings of an angel covered my vision. Like a mother bird wrapping around a baby bird, a huge black wing wrapped around my body.
Darkened everywhere.
And in front of my eyes, I saw something like a dream.
"Friendly man.
A garden on fire.
"Just bear with it...
"Poor things.
A paradise of smoke.
"The world has become a ball.
Which snow has Moran pinned red.
"He is my disciple.
The garden, paradise, and snow garden quickly flowed in turn.
Suddenly, the dark vision became brighter.
The wings of the angel that covered my vision disappeared.
[.......]
The black angel swiftly reaps its wings and looks at me. It was still expressionless, a fragment of the constellation. But with the black eyes beyond the black eyebrows, there was an unmissable embarrassment.
[You…….]
“I'm not perfect. ”
I said it first.
“Weak to the favors of men. He wants to win the favor. I'm a little overzealous for that. I love being complimented, and I struggle to be seen as a ‘good person’ by others. Maybe that's my weakness. ”
Fragments of the constellation shut their lips.
“And what's not perfect is the same as your former owner. ”
[.......]
“How great was the thought of Le Fanta Aichim killing the constellations. I don't know yet. Maybe it's a noble gesture. But even so, I blame Le Fanta Aikim. ”
I picked up the sword and pointed it at the black angel.
“If you think your old master is perfect and has done nothing wrong, don't follow me. I don't need a sword like that. ”
The black angel slowly opened the door.
[Do you intend to kill Replanta Aikim?]
“If the man deserves to be killed. ”
[Can you promise me that your personal feelings won't get in the way of that?]
“I don't know.”
I said with an honest heart.
“Master is dead. So many people got hurt and died, I don't know. But I promise you I'll do my best. ”
[.......]
“So if you think I'm gonna step out, you do your best to fix me. I do my best. You do your best. That's what it means to be together. ”
The wings of the black angel are broken.
[My ability is pain.]
[Those who cut me feel pain, but never leave a scar on their body, not even to death.]
[Pain without injuries is my ability.]
The shape of the angel collapsed.
It collapsed into black water.
[New owner.]
I swear I will do my best to serve you.]
Uahhhhhh!
The sputum of the black swirls and spills into my sword. It was like a violent flood. He drank all the water like a thirsty fox in the desert.
[The existence of the Goddess of Protection becomes even more evident.]
The change did not stop there.
- Oh, oh.......
Shin, who was a constellation of this Kang Ho-morim earlier.
Even the blade in my chest flowed down and was absorbed by my sword, and the Black Dragon groaned.
- Oh...
The Black Dragon was already killed a long time ago. I didn't have the heart to express something verbally. The black dragon sighs at the aged sheep who have grown weary of life.
- Oh, oh...
At last, the corpse of the Black Dragon falls into a mouthful of liquid.
The dragon's horn shattered and crumbled. The scale melted like a candlestick. The beast that ruled the world as a myth came to an end.
And winter fell.
The fountain snow fell. It was an avalanche.
I was on top of a mountain, looking down at the snow that was breaking under my feet and pouring into the world.
“Winter is the season of death. ”
The librarian looked at the ground beside me.
“You've put an end to the lonely season of Gear. ”
A white avalanche swept through the white world. However, after the avalanche, my seat was no longer white.
The brown glows on the ground.
The brown was the color of the world. Finally, after a long winter, the ground began to reveal itself bare.
"......."
Why is the spring wind so different from the winter wind?
Do you know where the smell of spring comes from?
“... enema. ”
“Tell me.”
“I have clearance privileges, so I see the character of a person. I see his favorite plot, his favorite character. ”
“I know. ”
The librarian breathes.
The breath we breathe no longer freezes white.
“The main section covers floors 21 through 30. I also prepared this enema for the privilege you received. Well, given the circumstances, of course I do. ”
“Your favorite person is [Killer]. ”
“I'm sure you will.”
“Why do you prefer killing? Le Fanta Aikim is a man who kills constellations. If you dislike it, you dislike it. I don't know why you like it. ”
“Mm-hmm.”
The librarian closes his right eye.
"You asked me a question, and I'll give you a special answer. I have a very long dream. ”
“Is it a dream? ”
“Yes, it is. It appears directly in the novel that the script loves! ”
The eyes of the constellation gleam brightly.
I wondered.
“If you show up... isn't that something you can do right now?" You're free to travel through the Book of Revelations. ”
“Hehe. You don't understand the reader's mind. It's a little different to [intervene] in a novel than [appear]. No, it's really different. ”
The librarian smiles, covering his mouth with the sleeves of both hands.
“The Bible is like a foreign body to us. Foreign body, foreign species... Originally shouldn't exist in that world. Killing dragons in Kangho Moo-Rim is common in terms of matter and foreign matter. ”
"......."
“That's not the kind of foreign substance that you want to get involved in! Well, you shouldn't have. I want to appear like someone who has been in the world since the beginning, like everyone else, as one absurd character! This is my dream, the reader of all worlds! ”
I still don't understand.
Looking at my face, the librarian smiled brightly.
“Then let the script ask you this time. Confucius, why didn't you kill Thousand Horses? ”
"......."
“At the last moment, the Empress had mastered the power of the Heart. They say they can't join forces in life, but if they were your white walkers as long as they remember, they would have been thousands of soldiers. Since Heavenly Horse has a long mind about you, he will remain a strong ally and a great teacher. Why didn't you kill the thousand horses? ”
“…… that is. ”
“Shh."
The librarian put up his index finger to block my lips.
“It's okay. You don't have to say it. I already understand the script. ”
Jigsy.
My finger felt pressed against my lips.
“You didn't want to interfere the last time your master arrived. It's the same. I don't want to intervene directly in the end of the world. Your heart is not different from the heart of the throne... ”
The world melted to the horizon one day.
The sun shines over the lake where the ice sheet collapsed revealing its surface.
“The premises refuse to intervene. Well, there's only one way to become a character in a story. ”
“... what is it? ”
“On the contrary, it's simple. It's not about finding the character of a novel, it's about finding the character of a novel. ”
The librarian whispered.
“Le Fanta Aikim. Killing constantly kills the constellations, going back and forth between worlds. One day you will visit the world of the throne, and the Great Library of the Worlds. ”
The librarian smiles.
“To kill the script. ”
The constellation pulls something out of its chest. A book. He looked different from the other visions. Oldest of all, it's been taken out a hundred times and read it. Like the novelist's notebook, the book wore off the cover leather.
[Epic of Refantha Aikim]
The leather had such a title engraved on it.
"......."
“I look forward to the chapter. The day Sancheon will visit the Great Library. I expect him to stand before the throne one day, in his own words, of his own will. That day, the script will finally appear in the story of Le Fanta Aikim. ”
“Even if the story ends in his own death? ”
“Of course.”
The librarian smiles.
The constellation looks down at the melted snow.
The sleeves of my clothes were crumbling like a school dancer.
“To die by the protagonist, isn't that the best epilogue? ”
4.
I have something to tell you later.
“Oh, little lord. ”
Before returning to the library, I stopped by the Christians. I wanted to make sure my teacher's funeral was going well.
“Welcome! ”
“Welcome, Bishop. ”
The Christians took up arms and greeted me as soon as they saw me. However, I felt a feeling of panic. Not just one or two people, but all the churchmen are in a hurry.
I tilted my head.
“Are the funerals over already? ”
“Oh, no. Little Lord, the funeral isn't here yet... ”
“What happened? ”
The Christians noticed.
“That……"
“The angel's body is gone. ”
Blood, one of the Samaritan soldiers, said. He was a Christian who was often called the blood lord.
“Yes?”
“You'll understand if you see it for yourself. Little Lord.”
I got ahead of the Hegema and hurried.
Shortly after, I arrived at the place where the teacher was torn apart.
And I lost my words.
“Suddenly, the eyes of the whole world began to melt. The Empress's body is gone too... It happened in the blink of an eye, and there was no time to respond. ”
Where the snow melts.
I didn't see his body there.
I looked everywhere.
“We think your inner kingdom is so pure that over time, your body will naturally melt into Qi and disappear..."
However, there were red flowers blooming.
"......."
Your body was the last place to lie. Where your arms reach. Crazy feet. Where the hair falls. There, red roses bloom and bloom.
- Brilliant.
The silent messenger mutters.
- The world's constellations are dead, leaving nothing but a curse, and your master died and left flowers. Your master is better than a stupid constellation.
I approached the flower garden and bowed. You stroke Moran's petals with your fingertips. The petals tremble, rubbing their red cheeks against my sword.
It was the first spring in the world.
“Of course, we're still preparing for the funeral. ”
The hematoma said in the back.
“I hope the Lord himself will attend.... ”
“No."
I shook my head.
“It's okay. Don't bury them. ”
“Yes?”
“That's enough. ”
I got up.
I turned my head to look at the Christians.
“I may have become a minor bishop after the law, but some may not admit it yet. It's customary for the strongest unmanned to rise to the highest ranks in the school. ”
“Let's replace the small burial with a shampoo. Sacrificing the most precious items is probably a burial ritual. It is the sword that we value the most, isn't it? So, we offer our swords to you. ”
I laughed.
“Bring it on.”
Spring is coming.
Just like everyone else who lives.
My next story, more than ever, will begin on a higher stage.