[Aaron Side Story Episode 10]
2. The sword waiting to be pulled out (4)
The man's eyes narrowed.
The hand that turned the pages of the book accelerated.
[The king's mission was one.]
[To extinguish the age of chaos and open the age of light.]
[He swung two blades to cut through the darkness, swallowing tears, and making laughter bloom.] It
was written in quite difficult words . there is.
The man had to use his brain quite a bit to infer the contents.
'I guess he ordered his subordinates to kill the monsters and the bad guys.'
monsters eat humans
people don't trust each other
Nature becomes a disaster and harms humans.
'Isn't it just now?'
The man laughed mischievously.
[The king carried it.]
[Carryed death, sorrow, and tears.]
[The weight of ten thousand people was on his back, but he did not give up moving forward.] [He
was the one who carried it . .]
[He was a pioneer of destiny.]
[Reed, who was a single-minded and single-minded man, learned to yield by the king's side, and his sword soon changed
his fate.] [Gion, who was ruthless and only knew himself, learned mercy by the king's side Carl soon passed his fate.]
It's a headache.
The man read the book, sweeping down the letters with his finger.
Much of the book is full of metaphors and poetic expressions, making it difficult to infer details.
But the man did not stop reading.
An impulse of something was seething inside him.
[Thus finally ended the age of chaos and ushered in the age of light and men. Infinite glory be to the noble king and the two heroes.]
He closed the last chapter of the book.
Dawn was already over and morning was approaching.
A story of a king and two heroes.
The four books the old man brought were all in one bundle.
the next day.
The man found the old man.
The old man who was sweeping the hallway smiled heartily as soon as he saw the man.
"Did you read everything already?"
"Who wrote that book?"
"I don't know who wrote it. It's just an adaptation of the myths of our time. Judging by the reaction, it must have been quite interesting!"
"Is there anything else?"
As the old man smiled, the man narrowed his forehead and threw a gold coin.
"Oh, thank you for this!"
"Find it and bring it. As long as it's similar, it doesn't matter."
"Let's do that!"
The old man found the book right away, as the man wished.
The man read books, sometimes in his room, sometimes in front of everyone practicing.
A story of a king and a knight.
There were many books, but the patterns were monotonous.
It was a way for a wandering knight to meet the king, blossom his talents, and save the world from danger.
"They say chivalry is also literature."
The old man smiled every time I handed him a book.
"Isn't it virtuous? All the kings and knights in that literature were our idols and models."
The old man said, remembering the past.
It was as he said.
The knights in the story were noble and just.
He did not overlook injustice, saved the weak, and was loyal to the king, fulfilling his duty.
It was the same with the king, the object of loyalty.
He wisely governed his territory and loved his people.
Even the people under the rule were like that.
Even in their poor and difficult lives, they trusted each other, helped the knight, and worshiped the king.
each other love each other
We rely on each other and trust each other.
They were the light and hope of the human world.
That's why
the man soon lost interest in knightly literature.
"Did you say you can change your destiny?"
deep dawn.
A man who found an empty training ground pulled out an old iron sword.
Something that can wear a weapon even in normal times.
It was one of the privileges of advanced gladiators.
"This sword… will change fate."
sereung.
A pure white blade appears.
He extended his sword and shone it in the moonlight.
According to the story of the king and the two heroes, this is the blade that changes destiny and the sword that overcomes fate.
"Where is that?"
muttered the man.
A voice locked in a meeting.
The straight blade of the sword glowed blue in the moonlight.
He has fought countless battles with this sword and has won every single one.
According to chivalry,
his sword and blade were the path and light of destiny.
But the man sees it.
Countless blood and flesh stained the blade.
The screams of pain and the resentment of the victims before dying.
'Is this the light that opens up destiny?'
Don't be funny.
it's just a tool
It was a tool to slaughter life.
This sword was created to inflict pain, to scream, and above all to kill.
He was momentarily delusional.
He saw hope when he heard the story of the king and the two heroes.
He wondered if there was something meaningful about his innate talent and his bloody sword.
But I soon realized.
There is no king in this world with a mission.
There are no noble knights.
There are no good people.
I saw the man just yesterday.
A scene in which a victorious gladiator framed the enemy and dragged him down the abyss.
He may have thought that there was no chance of victory by fighting fair and square.
The opposing gladiator, falsely accused of plotting treason, was dragged away screaming.
Perhaps he will die after an infernal torture.
he saw
The evil smile of the guy who made his opponent fall into the abyss.
Where is the nobility and goodness here?
It's not particularly special either.
These things were commonplace in his life.
From the very beginning, he was abandoned by his parents and lived as a gladiator slave.
I have been fed up with scenes of alienating and killing others for a piece of bread and a sip of water since childhood.
'A story is just a story.'
The story is not true.
built from scratch.
The truth is this.
sereung.
The sword went into the scabbard.
He hated his talent.
The years passed again.
He fought two fights and survived this time, cementing his place as an advanced gladiator.
His only hobby is reading.
I lost interest in the literature of chivalry, but books about the end of the age of man helped to kill time.
'That's foolish.'
As the man encountered the knowledge of the book, he also learned why the human era had ended.
Basically, humans are no match for the Hundred Nobles.
The Hundred Nobles looked like humans, but their strength was like that of a bear and the speed of a leopard.
Its sharp teeth and strong jaws were like those of a crocodile.
Its long, outstretched claws could cut through hard wood like radishes.
In addition, breeding and growth are also very fast, and two hundred nobles have increased to 30 people in 50 years.
Even in the past human era, there were a hundred nobles.
However, it is not because of defeat in the war against the Hundred Nobles that humans lost their honor and became their livestock.
It was mine.
Countless warlords have risen up claiming to be kings and have repeatedly waged war among themselves, destroying the civilization they have built.
A hundred aristocrats permeated into that devastated place, and the era of humans was closed without realizing it.
It was a boring ending.
human age.
The hundred nobles were treated worse than animals.
At first glance, their appearance and personality looked similar to humans, but their temperament was extremely savage, and they craved blood and enjoyed eating meat.
Above all, the reason they have not been able to step forward is because they do not have the ability to create civilization.
The city where the man lives is magnificent.
There is a splendid palace in the center of the city, and numerous houses and streets stretch out like a spider web outside the high-rise mansions of the upper class.
A silver wall was built around the city to block external threats.
But the city does not belong to a hundred nobles.
They just slaughtered and usurped all the owners.
The Hundred Nobles, who have the ability to kill and destroy something, but lack the ability to create and create, were living like parasites relying on the collapsed human civilization.
By using humans as livestock and slaves.
chin.
Like that, the man closed the book about the hundred nobles.
Humans are ruined anyway.
There was no need to be sad.
"…"
The man's gaze turned to the front.
moonlit night.
The old man was looking at the man.
"Did you read the book well?"
"Do I have a business?"
"If you have read this much, you must have known our history."
The expression of the old man, who always laughed meanly, is incomparably serious.
The man's eyes took on a cold color.
"If you have no business, disappear."
"Can I ask you a little question?"
"…."
"In the meantime, I've been busy trying to find a book for you. Please pay me a little for that."
The man who thought for a moment said.
"do whatever you want."
"Thank you."
Big hum.
The old man coughed.
"Why don't you learn the sword?"
"…"
"I've been watching you fight. it was amazing I was also envious If only I had that kind of talent."
The old man brought out his true feelings that had been hidden for decades.
"On the one hand, I was grateful to the twin goddesses. They haven't abandoned humans yet."
"what are you talking about."
"I believe I came to believe when I saw you With your power… you could end the age of ghosts."
said the old man.
"Learn the sword. please."
"…"
"I will not ask you to write for others. Great for your own movie too. It's also good for wealth. But please don't wait for death like this."
"Waiting for death? Is this me?"
"You know? What is the end of the gladiator?"
The life of a gladiator in this city.
The stronger it is, the more victories it has, the longer its lifespan.
However, there are limitations.
If it is judged that it has become stronger than necessary, it will be disposed of.
To the hundred nobles, the existence of gladiators was just a means of entertainment.
"Even if you hide your power, it will inevitably come out someday. Then there is only death. Why don't you know?"
"What does that matter? My death and life are my own decisions. It is none of your business to interfere."
"If you learn the sword! If you learn and become stronger! you can survive You can get your freedom! Does that mean you don't like it?"
The old man exclaimed urgently.
"Surely, Genga intends to throw away his life in vain!"
"…"
"I know. Your nobility!"
"Nonsense."
"I saw you. I watched your matches every time! Your fight isn't about killing your opponent. To save the opponent…!"
The old man was silent.
A sharp blade of a knife was at his neck.
The man said in a low voice.
"Don't talk nonsense any more."
Jureuk.
A trickle of blood ran down the old man's neck.
"I came here with a lot of blood on this knife. for me to live Don't wrap my killing like that with such a pun."
"Hey…"
"Was the human age you lived in so virtuous? Was everyone laughing and talking with glee?"
"…"
"It's none of my business whether you were trapped in the past or dreaming about anything. Don't transfer that dirty delusion to me."
The drawn sword went into the scabbard.
The old man hung his neck.
Blood dripped from the wrinkled skin.
"…I see."
muttered the old man.
"Don't appear in front of me now. I am tired of reading books."
"Listen to your warning. I will do that."
"Good."
trudge.
An old man with a hunched back walks into the shadows.
The man did not see off his back.
"I guess I wasn't good enough for you."
"What are you doing not turning off?"
"But you are mistaken."
"…?"
"This is not delusion. It is faith."
The man looked back at the old man.
However, the figure of the old man buried in the shadows could not be found.
"The sword is here, but where is the king…"
The old man's lament resounded in the moonlit night.