The Old Knight of a Frontier District

5

Strange shaped trees converge to cover the sky.

The deep part of the tree sea is dim and creepy as if it had come down to the bottom of the earth.

It sounds terribly gloomy with all the voices of birds and beasts and all the kinds of things I've never heard.

What did you do with the amount of grass entangled at your feet, even though the weeds should be hard to grow if the sun is so bad?

I could have known that the place was already close, without anyone telling me.

Shabu-shabu, I hear like countless groans, mixed in with the sound of shabu-shabu and water stirring.

Sweet smells of rot and signs of misfortune intensify with each leg.

Suddenly.

The trees, which were disturbed by covering their sights, interrupted, and a pompous open space appeared in front of them.

It is a pale lake.

Whereas all the ponds encountered so far were swamps, this lake is unusually beautiful.

However, it is not clear water, but water of a colour that melts in vibrant dyes.

And on the opposite shore, a giant tree, strangely enough, stands flat open the trunk part.

No.

No, it's not.

I noticed it as I watched.

The giant tree.

Yambagarpa is like a mythical giant bird's lodge.

It is this lake and this forest itself.

A sinus formed at the roots of Yambagarpa, as thick as a small village.

The water in the sinus is this lake.

And it was the rotten surface of the roots stretched out on all sides by giant trees that made the earth feel as strange as the muddy rotten soil that the Baldos had now walked, the moss, the grass and the tree that had grown there.

I don't think the whole tree sea is made of this old Yambagarpa, but it must have been on the body of this giant tree that I walked in the last few days.

Hundreds and thousands of manunos stick out their upper bodies in the deep deep blue, red and green, crystal-clear but precipitated water.

They are pointing in the same direction.

It's just pointing in one direction.

They face the center of the sinus of Yambagarpa, which is their father.

There is one giant manuno there.

It would be The Queen.

Hair stretching out of all their heads is stretching toward the Queen, as the twat stretches toward the giant tree.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

To the Queen.

And there's a voice in my ear.

"Human."

Hurry up.

The Queen.

"How long can I stay?"

Only a Few More

And his voice blames Baldo.

But how shall I go to the queen?

If you stepped into this lake, Bardo's body would sink intact.

But, uh, keep it up, Bardo just took a step.

Then something floated on the surface of the pale, cloudy lake.

Something tangy, covered in scales.

It floated on the water with something roughly long intertwined with a noodle.

It's a manuno.

The snake demons are leaning against each other to build a floating bridge.

Bardo placed his feet on that alien bridge.

The body is supported without sinking into the water.

Between watching.

The snake demons' torso shaped the path on the water as they twisted.

Baldo proceeded through the pier, treading on the water.

Every time I put my foot down, a chill runs down my spine at the discomfort of that feeling.

Looking back, Cars ends up being a bystander with two horses, standing quietly without trying to step inside the lake.

As I proceeded to the middle, I felt numb from the nervousness or from the ankle down.

Still, Bardo moved on.

I didn't come this far to turn back on the way.

Yes, I kept walking forward as I told myself.

As we approached, it became clear what the queen looked like.

It is a giant silver-haired beauty.

This is not about looking like a woman anymore.

He is an ideal person who is more beautiful and indulgent than any beautiful woman I have ever seen.

However, the colour of the skin is as white as a dead person, and the texture is as cold as a wax.

Crushed eyes are as clear as frog eggs.

Long, rich silver hair flows deliberately behind your body.

The twisted twin hills with thin purple nipples are so shapely that they make the painters sigh.

The wings of water spread on both sides of the body suit the body with wonder to enhance its beauty.

Its eyebrows, mouth and shaped chin are trembling in anger.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Shit.

Shit.

"For what?"

"For what?"

"Straw like this."

This is the kind of thing you do now.

What is it, the hair of the manounos that pierce their bodies?

No, that's not hair.

It's probably like being stabbed by a prey and sending a poison of paralysis.

Its black and long streaks have turned into transparent colors near the Queen.

The countless hairs stretched from every part of the lake are all stabbed deep into the queen's body.

Not the face, not the neck, not the breast, and not the lower body wrapped in a lower scale from the navel.

Everywhere in the giant body, it's punched in.

But if you look closely, the manoonos that bind the queen are bitter.

I am desperate to endure through myself, but it is clear that I cannot continue this state of affairs for long.

Bardo pulled out an ancient sword.

When I unleashed the power of this sword, I lost consciousness for two months.

The danger is still present.

But I have to try.

Baldo sucked in a lot of air.

Inhaled air smothers the throat and lungs and burns the entire body in discomfort.

Regardless, he shouted out in his voice as he protruded his ancient sword forward.

Stabolos!

Then, just as then, a blinding light appeared wrapped in an ancient demon sword.

A moment later a raging light bullet was emitted, hitting the queen's body and becoming a waterfall of light and flowing down.

Bardo felt distant, but desperately stomped.

Fortunately this time he could keep me without falling and fainting.

But the strength of weakness is not just every bit.

If you noticed, there was a queen just ahead of your eyes and nose, ten steps and not far off.

The eyes are calm and black.

My hair is also black.

The colour of the skin is also slightly coloured as if it has restored blood.

I don't suppose the color of Manuno's blood is the same as that of a human being.

Bardo stared straight back into the eyes of a giant beauty looking down at herself.

I didn't know humans were going to save me.

Something resembling that voice rang strong and strong in Bardo's head.

I even felt painful with so much power.

Sooner or later, that rotten lizard will have to be rewarded with what it deserves.

But before that, the woes must rest.

"Man, what's your name?"

Bardo spoke up and gave his name.

Mm-hmm.

"Human-burudron"

Now leave.

"I'll thank you soon."

If I stay, I'll kill you.

Tell me before that, Bardo said.

I wondered if Manuno would continue to attack humans.

The Queen answered this question with a bitter look on her face.

It was done by my life.

"But it is not by the will of a woe."

"Never attack a straw again."

But the man who stepped into the land of strawberries will kill.

In this case, I guess "wrinkles" means "manuno is".

Bardo went on to ask.

It's like there's someone manipulating me right now, but that's Manuno's wrinkle.

"It's not frivolous."

Though wrinkles can freeze humans.

I don't have the power to manipulate.

Furthermore, Bardo asked if there were still warcraft, and where so many warcraft came from.

"What is the beast of the spirits of hate?"

It's gone.

It's gonna take a hell of a long time to get that number ready.

"It was two nights ago in the Patarapoza calendar that I started making."

In any case, the stone was taken away by lizards.

"I will never make mine."

Get out of here!

The queen's face was transformed.

His mouth was ugly and ripped open, showing his long fangs.

A candle appears on his cheek.

Eyes stained bright red.

Blood vessels appear on your face and chest.

I erupted waves of anger from all over my body.

Bardo accidentally took a step backwards.

And there's something wrong with my foot.

A pier assembled with a snake woman's body is sinking into the water.

Bardo turned around and ran.

In front of me, more and more bridges loosen up.

As snakes scatter in the water.

Bardo saw as he ran.

Manuno's lower body is covered in scales, but further ahead it is divided into countless whip-like pieces.

It twists and twists when there is, and twists and twists when there is.

Now in front of Bardo, the bridges made by the countless manounos leaning against his lower body, unwind and divide, gliding like algae in the water.

When I ran and finally reached the shore, I was already on the water to my knees.

If you turn around, the Hair of the Manoonos stands on the Queen's body again.

The Queen is trying to make a fuss of it with anger.

Wherever she tries, gradually, the queen's body sinks into the water.

Bardo noticed something terribly wrong with his body.

My eyes blink, sweat erupts, and I get chills.

Your body is heavy and your hands and feet don't move like numbs.

So Bardo's consciousness was interrupted.