The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

Three months have passed since my journey.

I've had a lot of adventures in the last three months.

The fuzza was vast, and when I began to climb it, different mountains and valleys joined, inhabited by people and subpeople.

There were many cities, villages and countries.

In one village, he exorcised the monster of appearing every few years from behind a ridge called the back of a dragon.

In one village, he accidentally ate a fish that could only be caught on a moonless night, and was chased around by the villagers.

There was a settlement of subhuman parcazzles about spending half the year sleeping in a hole.

There was a settlement of subhuman Hollandau with four arms and a strong tail.

As a puppet, there was a subhuman Yurkur settlement that changed its appearance while it was watching.

The three were in crisis many times, but cut through with Jurchaga's wit and Cars' sword moves.

In the village at the foot, I did so because I was taught that to climb the fuzza, you had to get used to your body slowly.

But Jurchaga's health is slowly waning.

As a result, the pace of progress is slowing down.

The weather in Fusa changes dramatically.

The rain clouds swelled at a slight rate, and it rained heavily.

I wonder if the rain foot will soon disappear and the warm sun will shine.

In that case, the flowers lift their necks one after the other from their feet, and the area also becomes a flower garden in an instant.

Now the Baldos are by the big lake.

What clarity.

What beauty.

And its mirror-like surface reflects a great fuzzer.

It was a sight I never tired of seeing or seeing.

I've been camping by this side for two more nights, but I still didn't feel like leaving here.

Jurchaga is still asleep.

In recent times, Jurchaga has had a long sleep.

In addition, the enemy's ability to fight has been significantly reduced.

and the foothills of Fusa shook in the lake.

Spills, spills, and blubbers come to mind.

The momentum just gets stronger.

Eventually, from the bottom of the lake, something huge emerged.

Multiple pieces of water clothes, what floated on the surface of the water.

She was a majestic naked goddess.

Keeping his eyes closed, he stuck his torso out of the water, dropping all the water out of his body.

Giant sleeping beauty with silver hair.

She is the queen of Manuno.

The queen who sees in the dark woods and the queen who sees in the bright light is as if she has a different impression.

It is truly a beauty that can only be considered a goddess.

No.

Maybe she's a goddess.

In a long history, was this mysterious creature revered or even feared as a divine spirit by men and subhuman beings?

The queen of Manuno opened her eyes, which were closed.

Turn your open eyes slightly downward to look at Baldo.

The Queen of Manuno wondered if she could get out of the giant trees of Yambagarba in the sea of trees.

What did you do to show up at a place like this?

Perhaps this is something special.

Baludron.

Humans.

The queen has spoken to Bardo's heart.

—— Queen of Manuno, long time no see. Just in time. I wanted to report something to you.

You defeated the Evil Spirit King.

--Whatever. Did you know? Jameen and Gerkast sent messengers to tell them, but they didn't have messengers to talk to.

The demon of the Evil Spirit King.

It reached our hearts.

And then...

The world is brighter and cleaner like it's weighed down.

I lost my body poison, too.

It's incredible.

Baludron.

You defeated the Evil Spirit King.

—— Well, that's not what I'm talking about.

The King of Evil Spirits.

I was looking for something.

With some force.

You destroyed the King of Evil Spirits.

- See you later.

I want to hear more about that.

—— I say no to that. And I told those around me that I had defeated the king of evil spirits, but I told him nothing more. I forbade you to ask questions.

That's why.

--Because it is better not to tell the truth about the legacy of the First Man that the evil spirit king was looking for. Tell them and they will be in contention.

I don't know, but it's powerful enough to defeat the evil spirit king.

- See you later. I guess you have more power than that.

Wouldn't it be better if human beings and their descendants inherited it?

It's not a wish to have such great power.

Hmm.

If that's too much power and you're worried.

Perhaps we should destroy it.

That way, we can reveal the truth.

Neither his power nor his presence shall be good for me. There may be times when someone needs it. Only the gods know that.

I see.

Baludron.

Anyway, that's what we did.

I don't know how.

Oh, my God, you're going to have to.

We are.

I'll follow your decision.

It would help if you could say that.

But...

Baludron.

In the human world.

They don't know about this.

My brethren have seen and heard it all over the world.

Nobody talks about this great achievement.

Because we only tell a very small number of people.

Okay, then.

Oh, my God.

What kind of reward do you get?

—— Warcraft will never appear again. The Spirit returned to the righteous and sober. That's the most rewarding thing.

After all, yeah.

The Spirit who was born.

Back to normal.

Because you defeated the Evil Spirit King.

It looks like he was the cause of all the distortion.

I see.

I hope it's back to normal.

There are too many spirits.

I'm stuck here.

- A lot, huh? Weird. Spirits are as rare around me as ever. There are spirits who come to see me sometimes, but I hardly see them on my journey, so I wondered what that meant.

Ever since the King of Evil Spirits perished,

Spirits have grown all at once.

My bedding.

There are more spirits living here than there are in Manuno.

—— Oh, my God! Not so much.

But suppose they don't show up around humans.

Perhaps the Spirit has finally learned to guard against humans.

—— Ha. That's more of a story now. But maybe that's okay. I have trouble with the spirit-eating ones showing up. Maybe the Spirit should distance himself from humans a little.

One day the spirits will loosen their guard.

You will interact with humans again.

I don't know how many decades or hundreds of years ahead.

—— um. The Spirit should find a livable life in the Spirit. It is my wish that the Spirit live in peace and happiness.

Baludron.

That was a great man.

—— Ha. It's not as big as being called a giant (Dessa Torri) by the Queen of Manuno.

We, Manuno...

Future Forever

That's what I did.

I'll never forget.

Someday a man will appear who can unravel our words without taking control of his heart again.

We'll talk about our accomplishments.

—— No, don't do that. Oh, yeah.

Something.

It's about Jana's bracelet. I entrusted that to my grandson.

I see.

If that's what you decided, that's fine.

—— Grandson went to Mercano Temple Autonomy. As one of the candidates for the Holy See.

I see.

Then it's destiny.

Well, that's fine.

I'm relieved to hear that.

Humans.

—— of something.

Drop your blood into a lake.

I thought not to say anything strange, but Bardo tried to get the knife out of hiding.

but stopped that behavior along the way and turned to Cars.

Cars pulled out his sword in response to Bardo's silent demands.

Baldo pointed the palm of his left hand upwards and extended his fingers to stick out towards Cars.

Cars' sword flashed.

It is the forged sword of the swordsman Zendatta.

A cool breeze blew through Baldo's left middle finger tip.

It's blood on the tip of that finger. I can feel it all around me.

Cars scratched it slightly.

Vibrantly cut wounds heal quickly.

That's why Bardo thought it was better to let Cars cut it than to cut it himself.

Nevertheless, the current movement of Cars' sword was, as if, invisible.

It's fading.

Bardo's power has faded and he can no longer identify Cars' sword.

Bardo squeezed the blood and dropped it on the lake.

The Queen of Manuno does not wander.

Oh.

No way.

I don't know what you mean.

This is...

Is that so?

Baludron.

Oh, my God.

That one.

Was he the one who received the blood?

Nevertheless...

At the end of a long time.

There's so much blood.

I didn't know you'd show up.

What are you so impressed with?

But now I know.

I solved a lot of mysteries.

Oh.

Oh.

What a nostalgia.

Humans.

--Whatever.

Manuno doesn't have a name.

But straw.

I have a secret name.

—— Hmm.

The name of the straw.

It's called Nele.

From now on.

Oh, my God.

The same blood will flow.

When you ask for our help.

We will help.

—— Hmm. Will you join my offspring? But it's Nele.

Something.

—— If it makes sense for my seed to do so, help my seed. But if there's anything wrong with what my descendants say, don't do it. But destroy them when you do not hear them.

Is that all right?

--Mm-hmm. That's fine.

Then that's what we'll do.

I made a promise.

It's Nele.

Something.

—— Thank you for all your help. Thank you. Masterful. It's good to see you again.

Oh, my God.

Whether you're healthy or not.

Bless your journey.

The Queen of Manuno sank into the lake.

Looking beside him, Cars is cheering.

The light of understanding floats in its eyes when it sees Bardo properly.

--This one! I don't think so, but do you understand the words of the Queen of Manuno?

On second thought, I've never asked Cars if he understands Manuno's words.

Whatever other people are, Cars is a special person who draws the blood of a werewolf king.

No wonder you understand.

Speaking of which, this man understood correctly the conversation that the Queen of Manuno had spoken to her heart earlier: "Let the blood slip."

I can still hear you, this man.

The blood of a werewolf king makes it possible.

When I thought of it that way, a perfect thought came to Bardo's mind.

Wait a minute.

The Werewolf King and his descendants.

Blood muscles.

King Jean's blood muscles.

Maybe.

Maybe.

From the captain's mouth, it seems King Jean had several wives.

Weren't they among them [the people from the beginning], or the sub-people?

I hear that few children are born in the days between the subhuman and the human, but not at all.

And the great king Jean might have had the intention of conceiving the subhuman woman.

Yeah, and that's it.

What did the captain say?

What did you say about the conditions under which you could be a user of the ancient sword?

Weren't you able to let the divine spiritual beast and heart dwelling in the ancient sword go through and draw its power on the condition that it is a descendant of King Jean and has a heart similar to King Jean's?

It must then be considered that the blood of the Werewolf King, who inherited the ancient sword as a national treasure and sometimes obtained its user, is still the blood of King Jean.

If so, the royal family of Zarban are those who inherit the blood of both King Jean and King Werewolf.

That he is a descendant of King Jean, and a descendant of King Werewolf.

Yes, sir.

King Jean was a man.

The captain made it clear, so that's for sure.

And what if the Werewolf King was a woman?

Weren't those two descendants the royal family of Zarban?

I wonder who the werewolf king was.

Was it subhuman?

No, it can't be just subhuman.

A special being with special powers.

And what was the Divine Spirit Beast?

What the hell is a divine spiritual beast that spends its time in perpetuity, enclosed in ancient swords, and keeps giving shelter to the children of King Jean?

What is it to the divine spiritual beasts that their children are?

Nevertheless, that means.

Adolcars is also a descendant of King Jean and a blood muscle of the Werewolf King.

Adolcars headed to the conspiracy swirling Temple of Mercano as a trace of one of the four archbishops.

That means being one of the candidates for the Holy See.

Adolcars, who draws the blood of King Jean and King Werewolf, becomes one of the candidates for the Holy See.

At the same time, Adolcars is also a trace of the Lowen family.

How great a fate awaits in its path?

How many adventures await.

Neither Adolcars nor his descendants will be able to live a peaceful life or anything else.

If you wish, be ambitious.

If you will, it is for the good of the people that you use that life.

Gods.

A great deal of life.

Bless Adolcars and his descendants.

Bardo noticed something else.

That means that Lugurgoa Geskas was also the one who drew King Jean's blood.

Oh, my God.

Bardo and Lugurgoa were distant relatives and compatriots.

I have a grudge against Lugurgoa Geskas, but I am grateful.

Whatever thought that man was moving, I'm pretty sure he was able to defeat the dragon man Urdolw because that man moved me that way.

If either Dragon Man Uldru or Dragon Man Echidorkier had survived the defeat of Captain, it would have been a tremendous threat to all humans.

In the battle from the front, it would not have been so much a battle as a Bardo with an ancient sword.

The fact that two dragon men with special powers were dead before the battle against the Captain is not much to be thankful for.

How many dragon men may survive after a while, and they may be waiting for the time to accumulate power and salvage it, but that much may be left to future generations.

—— Still, hehe. I didn't know General Lust was a descendant of King Jean. I wonder if King Jean has eaten too.

That's what I thought, and I realized.

Thousands of years of starship journeys.

It was a matter of "food" that made the journey a long one, he said.

King Jean therefore gained time.

If the Captain and the other Sailors had woken up at the same time as King Jean, there would not have been a world today.

If you do, it may be said that King Jean is the one who received the protection of the God of (food).

It is perfectly natural for the descendants of King Jean to seek food virtues.

And Nele.

The Queen of Manuno named her Nele.

Nehre is a glowing beauty, a man who has received the patronage of a cholama because the light of that beauty has reached the cholama of the sky.

Therefore Zona, the jealous wife of Korama, hated Nehre.

I hated it by the time I tried to punch the "Corama's Angry Arrow" into the ground.

The hasty Korama said he stifled Zona's anger by making Nele look like an ugly snake.

In the legend that man hears and transmits, Nele is the ancestor of Manuno and is said to be a sub-god produced by the god of Eina in intercourse with the serpent.

The mythology of the Manunos is that the son born of the serpent god Nele in exchange with Jean, king of man, is the Eina god.

Bardo does not possess the knowledge to determine what is right and what is wrong with these mythical legends.

However, Bardo learned from another adventure he had experienced in that lifetime that something called legend conveyed past events in an unexpected way.

However, it was also learned that what could be communicated with the events of the ancient Tai Dynasty was an event for future generations, or that the connection between the events and the events was not always as heard and communicated.

Which is the original and which is the result.

Which is first and which is later.

In that regard, I learned that the legend could not be swallowed.

Is Nele, who has now said farewell, the serpent god whose man appears in the myth after fulfillment?

Or is it something that inherits its its name?

Or is there an untold fact in the myth that Nehre is the one who lived a history unknown to humans?

Speaking of which, the Divine Dragon (Meguierion) is the incarnation of the jealous Zona….

Wait a minute.

I miss it, Nele said.

Savoring Bardo's blood, Nele said he misses it.

Who misses it?

Nehre was surprised that such strong blood would appear at the end of a long time.

Nehre said he was the one who received that blood.

Does that mean King Jean?

If King Jean is to be missed, then Nehre has been here since the beginning of man's history on this earth.

Is that so?

If so, Nehre is the one who knows history.

He who has kept in his sight many of the events that have taken place since the ship descended into the land.

Drop the blood on the lake and you will also be able to call Nehre again and ask him about the secrets of history.

But Bardo didn't want to do it.

Already Nehre is friends and one another.

We worked together and fought powerful enemies.

And the time for that exchange has already run out.

Will anyone with the same blood as Bardo ever meet Nehre in the future?

That is something you cannot and need not know.

2.

Then a short while later, a line came to a snowy spot with one more leg.

Do not step where there is "indelible snow".

Yes, I was taught in the village at the foot.

So from here on out, we're going to go north looking at the snow.

Bardo had a terrible hard time sleeping that night.

When I woke up, there was an amazing sight there.

It is a cloud sea.

Yesterday afternoon I was a lot haunted by fog, but that was probably the cloud itself that was gathering.

What a dense cloud.

Put your foot down and you'll be able to walk away.

It is a heavenly carpet that softens complicated by silver and a lot of silver, illuminated by the rising morning sun.

There appeared a kingdom of heaven, so to speak, different from the kingdom on earth.

Bardo did not know me, he was spilling tears.

A soft breeze softens Baldo's face.

The shaking hair and beard are white as snow.

I see this mysterious sight with no cars lined up beside me, no julchaga, no movement.

and something will fade over the cloud sea and gradually take shape.

People.

Over there, over here.

Countless people.

The figure is enormous.

It would be dozens of times the size of humans on earth.

And gradually my face became clear.

When he saw the woman cheering on the central cloud, Bardo opened his eyes.

Master Idra!

Then, beside it, is it King Wendelland who is holding Idra's shoulder?

Oh.

Isn't there Jules next to it?

Behind it is Nostalgia Elzella, Hydra, Vora laughing.

If you look to the right of Wendelland, Zaifert, Maytalp, Goes Boer, and Bari Toad.

Was Bari Toad also dead at some point?

Send your gaze to the left, Killy, Gassara, and the warriors you fought with.

It's like Cantor Edda hiding in the clouds at the back.

Next to Cantor Edda is my father.

I also have a mother.

And there are many knights.

I can also see the nostalgic villagers, the craftsmen.

Gordon!

Isn't Gordon Zarkos here too?

He's waving at us, along with Kainen and Eurika.

Who's the beautiful daughter next to Gordon?

Oh!

Has this now become the Garden of the Gods?

Or is the landscape of the gardens of the gods in the sky much higher reflected in the clouds and seas?

Eventually, as the sun begins to rise, the figure of the people shown above the cloud sea becomes blurred.

Bardo shouted with his heart as he dazzled King Wendeland.

I'll be there soon, too.

Wait for me.

Now's not the time to run away!

Baldo never tired of looking at the cloud sea after the phantom disappeared.

That's when I heard Jurchaga.

"Sir..."

3

If you look, Jurchaga is sleeping on the ground.

Cars is poking his knee by his side.

Maybe he collapsed suddenly.

I guess Cars just backed it up and put it to sleep softly.

"Husband.

My legs. "

Jurchaga's voice is fine.

His eyes, twisting his head and looking at Baldo, are also narrowed without force.

Bardo rushed over to Jurchaga, throwing his wand away and kneeling.

"My legs, they don't move anymore.

My proud legs, which carried me more quickly than anyone else, are no longer moving. "

Mm-hmm.

Your legs work well, too.

A fine leg that every great monarch wants.

"Hehe.

Right, I knew it.

If you're so praised, it'll light up. "

And the words you say with laughter are also interrupted and weak.

"Amen. Come on."

Looking back at the distant old days, Jurchaga said.

Bardo, um, struck an association.

"Here.

You spoke to your husband in Linz.

Along a river lined with stalls. "

Oh, not after they stole a letter from the princess, Bardo said.

"That.

I said, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I had the money."

But I spoke to my husband.

In my heart, the other me.

Hey, you, what a fool.

That's the Knight of the People.

It's Baldo Lowen. - He said that. "

The young day Bardo had no mercy at all for the bandits.

To Jurchaga, a two-named bandit, it must have looked like a hell of a use.

"But you know what, it's me.

I've been thinking.

There's my dad, and he's in a line of stalls like this, walk with him. Come on.

Buy that one, buy this one, go ahead.

How does it feel to do that, he said?

Come on, if you're looking at my husband's back.

I wonder if this is what Dad's back looks like.

So I accidentally called. "

Jurchaga frowned painfully and remained silent for a while.

I guess the disease endures the pain of devouring the body.

"I don't know if they're going to kill me.

They're gonna kill me.

Let's go.

Think about it, buy me something. Okay, come on. "

Jurchaga gave him a happy smile.

"When I get a husband, treat me to a pinch roast or some sweet wine. Come on.

You two, line up, sit on the ground and eat. "

At that time Bardo was depressed to learn of Idra's death and was feeling miserable.

Otherwise, he would have captured and tightened Jurchaga and made him confess to having a letter.

"It was good.

Then a child falls into the river.

My husband and I are working together to help. "

Yes, it was.

If you think about it, it was the beginning when you started acting with this man.

"Everyone stopped by, was happy, praised, and made more and more noise"

Jurchaga's words stopped here for a while.

I guess a lot of memories come to mind.

Jurchaga opened his eyes to the lid and looked straight at Baldo.

"Sir, sir."

When Bardo asked, Jurchaga said something strange.

"You know what?

You know Caskell's string boiled?

No, I don't know, and Jurchaga laughed.

Kaskel grows on poor land and is actually eaten as a soup appliance or something, but honestly it's not very good.

Most importantly, Kamler has surprised Baldo by crushing the fruit of this caskel and baking it like a pancake, serving a delicious dish with seafood and other dishes.

"Heh heh.

North of Fuzza. Bye.

Crush the fruit of Kaskel and stretch it elongated like a string. Come on.

She said she would boil it down and eat it in a sweet spicy soup.

That's it. Come on.

I don't care what happens anymore. I can't stand it. "

As always, Baldo praised the information.

In fact, I was impressed.

You shouldn't even know about the other side of the fuser.

I wonder how this man got such information.

I should think it's a trick, but if Jurchaga says so, yes.

There's that kind of food, and it's good.

I definitely have to eat, Bardo thought.

"Right, right?

hehe.

When you're so praised, it lights up.

Hey, hey, husband. "

Ask Bardo what, Jurchaga didn't.

"Kaskel's string boiled, I want to eat it.

I really want to eat it.

Take me. "

All right, I'll take you, Bardo said.

"Shit.

Eh heh.

Looking forward to it.

This way, I've been traveling with my husband looking for good stuff.

That was fun. "

Jurchaga's voice is getting smaller and smaller.

My eyelids gradually close as well.

The fire of life is about to go out.

"Come on...

Ever... husband... father... "

No matter how long I waited, the next word didn't come out.

With a strangely quiet gentle face, Jurchaga died to sleep.

I mourned him with all the politeness I could in the sky of the journey.

Some of the artifacts were loaded.

Cars took off his cape and wrapped Jurchaga's body.

Well, I have to take Jurchaga back to Fusarion to do it.

Grabbing his hair and Bardo says, rarely, Cars shook his neck to the side.

Next to the right of that Cars, Jurchaga appears,

Oh, no, sir.

You promised you'd take me on a journey.

I said.

Bardo thought as he looked at the hair in his hand.

Speaking of which, yes.

If you deliver your hair and let them know you're dead, that's where your journey to Jurchaga ends.

If you continue your journey without informing me, it's the same thing that keeps Jurchaga alive and traveling with you.

I looked at the right side of Cars again, but of course there was nobody there.

Unwinding the strand that tied her hair, a gust of wind blew as if she had waited, snatching the hair from Bardo's hand.

Jurchaga's hair quickly rose high, scattered, and disappeared into quite a sky.

After dropping off the wind slack, Bardo and Cars rode horses and set off.

The two of them disappeared into the clouds.

Then we can follow in the footsteps of Bardo Roen for a few years, all over the northern border.

The news eventually stopped.

And time flied.

All the time, the name of the great kingdoms that boasted of their glory, and even the names of the great kings, were forgotten.

But the story of a strong and gentle old knight and his companions who wandered the border to help people was told constantly and continued to pluck people's hearts.

(Complete "Old Knight on the Border")