The light disappeared as abruptly as it appeared.
Wheezing.
I quickly supported Adelia who stumbled like she was about to fall.
She looked at a few tis and shut her lips. I had a lot to say, but I noticed that I couldn't find a word to express it.
I grabbed a small hand holding the sword tightly.
And led the way.
She follows my hand and sets her sword against the frost.
Adelia looked at . I nodded without a word.
After a mont of hesitation, she fixes the sword with her two hands.
Ooooooooooooooooo.
The sword cried.
At that mont, a dazzling flash burst out of her sword.
A concentrate of groups that are incomparably dense compared to Sodior.
It was an orrablade.
"Ah..."
Adelia spits out elasticity.
"Well done, then. "
The tears quickly burst into her eyes as she looked at alternately with AuroraBlade.
"Congratulations on being a Swordmaster. "
The tears that hung from the snarl drifted down.
At the sa ti, the Orrablade, which was full of sword blades, was scattered.
Tuck, drop the sword and she looks up at .
"I, I... I..."
She rarely spoke.
It looks like emotion has been blessed.
I stroked her head without a word.
It was only after a short ti that Adelia fell out of my arms and breathed on my shoulders.
"Are you going to spend the night here? "
Surprised by Eli's harsh voice, she falls out.
Adelia, bowing her head, flew up to her ears in red.
I was ashad of my childhood.
"Sin, sorry. "
She apologized to late.
"Tsk."
I don't deserve to see that atrophy, so I kick my tongue and stare at Eli.
"What the hell is wrong with you? "
I can't help but be congratulated.
Eli complained to .
"I'm sorry I hurt my stomach. I suffered the sa death, but no one beca a Swordmaster. No one can. I can't stand it because my stomach hurts. "
I was so full of honesty that I didn't even think of it.
So far I have seen the birth of so many Swordmasters, hiding their vagueness and deprivation, and seeing the soldiers who could not pass on the words of celebration.
But I assure you, none of them spoke like Eli.
I can't believe my stomach hurts.
The admiration for the birth of the Sword Master was too childish and understated.
So I liked it even more.
"Honestly, Lord Arwen, I'm next, aren't I? "
Complaining like a child with no basis and no logic,
"Except for , they'll all be Swordmasters. "
I ended up laughing.
* *
Adelia hasn't changed much since she beca a Swordmaster.
I always hesitated before fighting, and after fighting, I always cried.
If there was anything else, it was only the fact that her hesitation was not due to fear.
Her hesitation was rcy on the enemy, and her tears were compassion on the dead.
I didn't call her such a weak tree.
Her rcy was no different from that of the enemy, so the quickest and most painless death she could give to the enemy was rcy.
The form of completion reached by the feeble madman was gross or paradoxical.
At the sa ti, it was also harmonious.
Murder and madness due to traits, innate goodness and indifference.
A bloodthirsty photowarrior in battle, and a good and gentle woman in non-battle.
It was an ideal article commonly referred to in Segan.
Of course, it was just ideal, but the change was too dramatic and drastic.
The word Swordmaster, after all, refers to those who have co to completion, not to the existence of complete integrity.
I was very satisfied with the completion of Adelia.
"Let's practice separately from today. "
After roughly identifying the form of completion she had achieved, I excluded her from the battle.
From now on, it is ti to refrain from starting the energy as much as possible and make the remaining awakening power of the body his own.
"Thank you for your consideration. Your Majesty."
Adelia followed my instructions well.
That way she'll have her own ti, and I'll lead Eli and the three Guywines to the water.
I rolled like crazy. Old school, anti-Semitic and uncovered.
They fought with visible clans, and so days they fought from sunrise to sunset.
Knights grew fast.
But this was just a surface area everywhere.
I just got used to dealing with the monsters of the sea, and the tip of the sword beca a little sharper.
Their growth corresponded both to miraculous and physical.
They were necessarily like the knights of the ring.
I used to pull the Mana out of my heart, but that was all.
They did not know how to weave a new amusent.
Even after the fall of the family, even the descendants of the Eli family, who insisted on Manahart to the end, rembered the old battles, but were outrageous about how to create a new poem.
"Just because you're sharp and fast doesn't an you're good! "
"Put your will in the sword! "
"Think back to what you did, what you were going to do! "
I shouted in frustration, but the knights did not understand at all.
"So what the hell is that supposed to an? "
Eli protested to as if he was cold.
"Now, listen. I'll make it easy for you."
I made sure the knights were focused enough on my words and explained the basic and extrely easy way to weave the amusent very slowly.
"Engrave in your heart what you have done, and wield your sword with your will. What has already been accomplished is karma, and what we want to achieve in the future is salt. Isn't that easy?"
It's a notion that old knights break before they catch swords.
"I know what roughly karma and salt are. So, how do we do that to create fuzziness? "
But Eli and the three Guywines still don't understand .
Even Gurwayne was no different.
I still rember the mont that Guerwain weaved the first verse of a poem I didn't know what it was in the last Empire.
The owner of the true poem was not even aware that he had already begun the first verse.
I sighed in tears.
[I don't even know how to understand the basic principle.]
I empathized with Agnes and empathized with him.
[The will is the salt, and the process of reaching it and its completion is the inheritance. Let explain.]
Her smoking was not very helpful.
"What kind of dog sucks at grass? "
[I don't think he understands because he seems ■ ■! What a ■ ■! I would have taught that ■ ■ ■ myself if it were !]
His head exploded, and he barely cald her down.
"400 years. It was really long. "
Once again, I sighed and looked at the articles.
They were never stupid. Rather belonged to a primitive axis.
Needless to say, Eli, the descendant of the prestigious family, and the three Guerwain tribesn chosen by the royal family, were talentless.
For , it was not natural for Itchi to be as natural as breathing for the old knights.
Whether they stacked manas on rings or manas on hearts, they were no longer the knights I knew.
Now I had to admit it.
It was not very wise to deny change, to cry out the old ways, and to insist only on the old concepts.
Such arrogance and ignorance were enough to see blood once.
"Let's go back. "
I went back to the army with monsters and knights who had suffered from my nagging all day.
I was thrown in the barracks, and I was distracted.
How could they understand karma and salt, carve it into their hearts, and cleave and cleave?
My head hurts.
But I had to find a way.
Being a Swordmaster didn't an anything if you couldn't weave Muhoon Shi.
I've tried everything. I even went to the Knight of Chang who Doris had left for the return of our group.
But even the Knights of Chang were not so different from my knights.
He also inherited part of the Old Testant and only used the inherited one.
If Doris or the King were the blood of the Spear, he might know the answer.
But they were not here, and knowing the answer did not necessarily tell the answer.
In the end, it was the origin.
I wrapped my head again.
In the anti, Eli and the three Gervains continued their training in the middle of the sea.
It's been four days without any other inco.
Eli still doesn't cross the wall, and he doesn't realize how to weave a new amusent.
Not to ntion the Gurwain Trinity.
At least the fact that my heart had hardened a lot when I was forced to earn inco.
Careful enough to fill an empty bowl.
I gathered Mana without delay.
It didn't take half a day, so I was able to get Mana full of heart.
It was ti to make a decision.
If possible, I wanted Eli to beco a Sword Master here and capture the concept of Muhyunshi to make the clan of 10,000 months old.
But I couldn't wait without a pill.
In the end, I decided to go back to the kingdom.
I did. I certainly did.
The night I tried to inform everyone of my return decision, Guerwain was so excited that he found my barracks.
"Got it! I barely got it! "
Guywain was so excited that he forgot even his turtle relationship with .
"Here you go. "
Guerwain draws the sword.
Then he shouted aloud like a play ambassador.
"I was broken. I lost my light. And I will be a sword in the darkness, and I will follow you. "
A list of words that are as cruel and unfulfilled as the song of the sword, which was sung by rcenaries of the Silver Fox rcenaries.
But what's in it is a hard will.
Ahhh.
The waves spread. At the sa ti, Guerwain's sword is blackened.
It's just black and dark, rather than ominous.
It's like a shadow.
The giant wayne draws a black bitten sword.
There was neither a sword nor a sword. And there was no miracle.
Guerwain's screening cut through the void without that sound and disappeared.
Even though the rhy was crude and even the words listed were gross.
That was a clear fudge.
"Did you see? Did you see? "
Guerwain would laugh. I smiled together with my thumb.
Then I suddenly beca awkward and stopped laughing at the sa ti.
"Hmmm."
Guerwain coughs in vain as the excitent sinks behind him.
I asked him the na of the poem.
He said to for a mont.
"I nad it Shadow Poetry. "
It was a good na.
* *
Starting with Guerwain, his companions also created Muhunshi.
[Poetry of the Shadow], [Poetry of the Night], [Poetry of the Night]
They were all poems that had no extraordinary qualities, all of which consisted of one dark, gloomy word.
This was because their past was fraught with despair and frustration, and they were not ready to go into the world on their own, even though they were yearning for a place to live.
I left my relationship with them and celebrated and encouraged them as selflessly as that mont.
"So how the hell did you make it? "
After the three n have demonstrated their fuzziness, Eli hesitates to ask.
They simply said they realized the past rather than the past.
"What's that? You don't even know how you made it. "
"No, I know. There's no way to explain that. "
Eli frowns. I was disappointed, too, because I expected a little.
I was wondering if the knights of this era defined karma and salt.
* *
That evening Eli entered the water and did not return.
I saw where he went.
Adelia beca a Swordmaster, and the three Guerwains succeeded in weaving Muhamunshi one by one.
I couldn't stand the feeling of being alone.
Still, I went out to find him with Gunne, just in case.
It wasn't hard to find him.
Eli is fighting with monsters alone in the woods.
My whole body was full.
Fortunately, I didn't see any wounds from the Demibeast.
I hid myself in the darkness of the forest, and saw Eli's battle.
"Sword of Storm! I am the wind! "
"I will take back the ruined city, the glory taken away, everything I have lost! "
"I will cut off the wolf's head and offer it to you in ten months! "
Eli makes fun of his mouth without rest like a madman.
"Damn it! Why not! "
I wonder if I've been screaming since long before I ca, and Eli's voice is so miserable.
"Why not just ! What a wonderful thing! "
In that desperate struggle, I felt a familiar energy on the other side as I tried to leave without further observation.
It was Gurwayne and his colleagues.
They didn't even know I was watching, but they hid in the bushes, pulled out their heads and looked at Eli.
Even if this is the case, it looks like this colleague has reached the water in the middle of the night.
I retreated quietly.
* *
Eli did not return the next day, nor did he return the next day.
Gunne confird that Gangan was safe.
And on the fourth day, Eli ca back.
"Get up! Get out! "
He showed up in the middle of the night, woke up the three Guywines, and I couldn't see the horror of the man who ca into my barracks.
His body was scratched and torn to shreds, and his eyes were bloody.
But he was still laughing.
Rrrrrrrrrrrr.
He pulls out the sword.
At that mont, a glorious flash burst from his sword.
Urr.
One step late, the sa sound of cerebral performance resounded in the barracks.
That was definitely Orrablade.
It was the mont when the eighth Great Lion was born in the Kingdom.
"This is not all. "
Eli brags before I hand over Mitchell's words of congratulation.
Then he muttered in a split voice as he was about to split.
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