Valhalla Saga

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There is a sword embedded in a stone far, far away.

I said I could be the king who draws the sword, but no one ever draws it.

Until one day, a little boy showed up.

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Saga was the source of legend.

A story about a sword of choice. A king's sword whose very existence is a legend.

Taeho brought it out.

Taeho could see.

A boy pulling his sword from a rock.

The first legend to be born into the world as a great king.

There was intense light from the Caliban.

The light was like the light of the day King Arthur freed the sword from the rock.

The glory of Camelot.

The power of the sun.

The Caliban regains its integrity and drives out the darkness that made the night deeper. I turned the world upside down for a moment.

The spirits of Camelot in battle with the Valhalla warriors cry out. Those who followed Moedred's rebellion did not want to repeat the same mistake.

A peculiar aura scatters. The Black Energy, which was wrapped around the spirits facing Camelot's glory, disappeared and revealed a huge chain around them. And they didn't last long either.

The chains are broken. They are broken.

Camelot's ghosts weep and shout among the scattered dust. I cried out in deep penitence and sorrow.

My king.

My king.

Camelot's ghosts disappear. For over a hundred years, they wandered back to where they needed to go.

But Moedred couldn't. He cries out in the face of Camelot's glory. I revealed more hatred and anger, like a wounded beast.

Clarent responds to Moedred. I released thousands and tens of thousands of ghosts who were poised to erase the sun before me. It looked like the Shaqmann Tide.

Bogsword Clarent was originally a sword that symbolized the kingdom of the xenophiles outside Erin.

It was taken from King Arthur after he won the battle with the foreign kings.

Because of this, Clarent hated King Arthur and Camelot. Perhaps it was Clarent, not Moedred, who met with the bogeyman Clarent.

Ingrid, who was closest to Tahoe, saw the waves of ghosts rushing from the front.

The screams of thousands and tens of thousands of souls in pain at the same time were unbearable to even the Valkyrie.

But Ingrid was not afraid. The sunlight was with her.

The Black Tide is scattered. I couldn't sweep the area. The number has increased from tens to tens of thousands to tens of thousands, but has not changed. Camelot's glory splits like a lie. The power of the sun drives out the darkness and leads the dead where they need to go.

And it didn't stop there.

There were those who gathered near Taeho.

The Valhalla warriors did not know them. But Merlin was different. He finally couldn't stand the tears.

Welcome to the Knights of the Round Table.

No, their scars.

Anything is fine. The souls of the Knights of the Round Table are still with the King of Camelot.

Moedred saw it, too. That's why I cried. I couldn't take it anymore.

He looked at Taeho and thought of his father.

I remember myself stabbing King Arthur in the chest with Clarence.

The bogeyman Clarent glows dark red. Moedred roars and lunges at Taejo.

Taejo looks at Moedred. You listen to Caliban's voice.

The light of the sun that was emitted from the Caliban converged to one point. Instead of a big glow, you burn like a white flame on the sword of the Caliban.

Moedred swings Clarent.

Taejo did not avoid such a modred. I confronted him face-to-face. You swing the Caliban toward Clarent.

The sword meets the sword. At that moment, an enormous sound shook the heavens and the earth.

Both sacks were the king's swords.

But there was a crucial difference.

The one holding the sword was different from the other.

One was the rightful heir to Erin and the king chosen by Caliban.

The other was an ugly usurper who eventually did not become king.

That made a difference. Results were determined.

Moedred sees King Arthur from Tahoe. The moment I stabbed the heart of the father and king, I finally remembered his eyes looking at me.

Ahh.

Aaaahhh!

Moedred has placed Clarent. Clarent, who began to boom, escaped from Camelot's glory as well. He used the magic of escaping in a row with the witch's blood running through his veins.

Taejo didn't go after Moedred like that. Despite losing your grip, Clarent suppressed Camelot's glory, who began to unleash her power with an even angrier intensity.

But it was only for a moment. Taejo took a different approach instead of forcibly tapping Clarent.

It was because there were people who taught Taeho how to do it.

The white light and the dark red light tangle together. The appearance of the dark red light melting in the white light reminded me of the word "purification."

Camelot's glory is weakened. But Clarent's dark red light has also weakened. Clarent slumbers like a weary beast, and Caliban shines a subtle light instead of intense light.

Taeho lets out a deep breath. You look around, looking at the Caliban.

It's blurring. It's just white smoke now.

But they spoke in a clear voice, just like they taught you how to purify Clarent.

Our souls are with Camelot's king.

A promise that will never die.

Once again I stand beside the king for a short period of time.

The souls of the Knights of the Round Table have been scattered. One day, the true king fell into a deep sleep, hoping to summon himself.

Taeho vomits again. Instead of fretting over the Caliban, you raise your head and look straight ahead. There was still someone left to confront. And unlike the souls of the Knights of the Round Table, he existed before Taeho's eyes even at this moment.

Merlin the Great.

A living legend who founded Camelot with King Arthur.

He smiles silently with a wrinkled face. I remember the moment the little boy pulled out the sword that was stuck in the rock. It was a beautiful and precious memory.

‘Merlin, my wizard. My friend.’

Merlin, who remembered King Arthur's death, finally returned to tears. But those tears were never filled with sadness.

Merlin bows lightly.

He remembered King Arthur's last command and his request and expressed his example. I only said what I thought I would never bring up again.

“I'm here to see the King of Camelot, the Wizard Merlin has returned. ”

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The night was deep.

Ingrid, lying in the small cabin of a sailboat flying in the sky, said in a voice that is smaller and weaker than usual, office and hard.

“I'm sorry. You're weak. ”

Even Moedred couldn't take a hit. I was weakened by the curse, so I lost.

It was full of the energy of self-blame, but it was a natural thing to see. Moedred and Clarent were just as powerful. Taeho himself would never have survived without the power of Idun or the glory of Caliban.

Moreover, Ingrid did not actually become a Valkyrie for very long. He was like a rookie compared to Las Grid or Reginlaive.

Taeho didn't know what to say at this time. Can we just say we'll do better next time, just like we did when we encouraged our depressed teammates?

Kuulin's advice was like that of a cheater who tried to seduce a woman in a weakened gap rather than comfort or encouragement.

Taeho finally brings out comfort and encouragement, and Ingrid smiles slightly less like her and gestures at Taeho.

“Taeho, can you come here for a moment? ”

As Taejo approaches, Ingrid grabs Taejo's collar, lowers her head, and kisses her forehead.

“May Nyord's blessings be with you. ”

It's been a blessing from Ingrid for a long time.

Ingrid smiles slightly as she opens her eyes as if she were surprised.

“You said you needed it to strengthen the saga, right? ”

That's all I can do for you right now.

Ingrid returns to her usual office expression, but her eyes are still smiling. Taeho smiles and greets Ingrid.

“Get some rest."

Ingrid nods lightly and asks you to sleep. Clarent's curse was very strong and fierce, but it was already cleansed by the glory of Camelot, so it would improve a lot after a night's sleep.

‘Ingrid is also a Valkyrie. ’

The Valkyrie is more than just God's errand boy. Despite their low morals, they were the Goddess of Asgard, just like Lady Tuaha de Danan.

After closing Ingrid's cabin door slightly, Taejo lighted a bonfire right next to the flying sailboat and approached the Valhalla warriors who were talking about it.

Brackey was explaining something for a long time.

“So Yo-Yo started self-rationalizing because he was going to die of guilt. It is a common phenomenon among weak traitors. No, to be honest, it's just a common phenomenon everywhere. I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not a bad person. I'm trying to do something right. And if you keep talking, you're going to really believe your own lies and visions. It is a type of self-defense substrate. ”

At the end, I kicked my tongue as if it was a pity.

Then I asked around with a slightly bumpy face.

“Why are you looking at me like that? ”

“No, I'm just curious to know how to say this. That's not the point."

I don't really know what it is.

As Haraval scratched his chin and said, Brackey's expression became more clumsy, and Siri laughed as always.

“Taeho.”

It was Siri who first discovered Taejo. Taeho naturally sits next to the Valhalla warriors and asks.

“What about the Catarons?

“Most of them fell asleep. It must have been mentally difficult. This girl said she'd last the rest of her life, but · · she fell asleep. ”

Braki passes the cup of hot water to Taejo. Where Braki's gaze was directed, Helga fell asleep with a blanket rolled against the side of Siri.

Siri stroked Helga's head and told Taeho.

“Taeho, you should rest now. It's too much, isn't it? ”

“Yes, we can talk about it tomorrow. ”

Haraval walks out with him. A lot of people stood up all the time, so Taeho didn't have to stay awake.

Incidental reunions with Merlin and Moedred and many other things were either exhausted or in deep slumber.

“Yes, if he comes at you again, rest assured that Brackey will defeat you this time." ”

Brackey, who taps his chest and speaks, was trustworthy no matter what he saw.

“Then I'll ask. ”

“Okay, good night. ”

The king of Camelot, after all, was Bragi's comrade Taejo.

After speaking with Braki's group, Taeho returns to the sailboat flying in the sky. One of the few cabins was Taiho's.

King Arthur, Caliban, Merlin.

Knights of the Round Table and Moedred.

A lot happened overnight.

Taeho grabs a piece of the sword that is still only a handle - no, it should now be called a Caliban - lightly.

The legendary Saga King of Camelot.

It was a rather different kind of saga. A big saga with a few small saga - quite literally, it was like an immortal warrior who could be Taeho himself.

‘Stop shoveling and go to sleep. Think about tomorrow.’

Kuulin said small. This is the right place. It's been a long time since Taeho was in battle, but he wanted to follow Kuhoorin's advice.

‘Heda.’

I wanted to lie in a small cabin bed and close my eyes. Taeho pressed the urge to use the right to summon, and he opened his eyes again because he wanted to practice and call a fake heda.

But that was the moment.

“How are you today? ”

Heda's voice is heard overhead.

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