The End, and the Beginning (5)
A forest of white birch trees, and a white horse ran fast in the center.
A little farther away, a hell road of monsters and humans was unfolding. Still, the forest was silent, as if it had absorbed all the sounds.
When we reached the center of the forest, the white horse stopped. Purr, white breath flowed out of the white horse's mouth with a rough breath.
"Whoa, calm down."
Ian stroked the neck of the white horse, who couldn't control his excitement as usual.
"Whoa..."
The spirit of the top-level monster, which was felt intensely, disappeared completely.
It was hidden on purpose. To lure him.
Ian got off his horse and walked slowly. The sound of snow treading echoes softly.
The branches swayed as if they were going to break in the bitter winter wind. The snow on top of it fell down from the ground.
It was when hr instinctively looked back at it. He felt a faint hint of it in his five sharpened senses.
Ian turned around and drew his sword.
"Come out."
It was as if it were an illusion. The birch forest was still quiet.
But Ian was sure.
Here it is somewhere.
He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and closed his eyes. His five senses became extremely sensitive, and he heard fifty thousand sounds.
The sound of snowfall, the heavy smell of birch trees, faint vibrations, and distant shouts.
The stench of monsters can be felt very faintly in it.
There it is.
Ian opened his eyes and turned his head, and something passed through the birch trees. Ian bounced out.
He ran at great speed and swung his sword. However, only one birch tree was cut down.
Facing the snow pouring down like a waterfall, he focused on his five senses again.
He ran in the direction of the stench, but he couldn't even cut the hem of his robe this time.
Are you waiting for me to get tired? It was a naive strategy to lure him to this point.
He'd rather wait for it to approach.
Ian lowered his sword slowly and bowed his head slightly. A strand of half-frozen hair descended on his straight forehead.
He threw his body as bait and focused on his five senses.
The corners of his mouth rose at an angle, as if he had given up everything for a long time.
The stench was getting thicker and thicker. It was getting closer.
He shouldn't react yet. Wait until it is in range of attack. Close enough to be cut with a short knife.
Just a little more...
'Now!'
Ian spun around quickly and swung his sword.
"...!"
The blue day that cut through the air toward the target came to a halt.
Millenia, who should be in position, was staring at him.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
She glided past the sword, which seemed to be stuck in the air, and approached Ian.
"You want to touch me. I want to hug you so much that I almost go crazy. You can do whatever you want."
She took Ian's hand and pressed it to her face. Then she rubbed her cheek against his palm like a young animal.
She grabbed his hand again, which was falling apart as if it had been burned, and pressed her lips tightly.
"..."
Ian's breath flowed out of his mouth.
The moist and smooth touch was transmitted through his skin. The hot breath that warms his palms makes his head dizzy.
The last few days he spent with Millenia were both heaven and hell.
He was so happy that he spent all his time looking into her eyes and talking to her, or rather, just watching her sleep.
At the same time, he was unhappy.
He despaired every moment at the reality that he would never feel her soft breath, her warm skin, and the sweet sensation of her red fingertips again.
"It's okay, I don't go away when I touch you."
Ian gritted his molars and grabbed her arm.
"I'll come back later."
"What?"
"If I had been more desperate than I am now, I could have moved on."
"What do you mean..."
"I mean, I wasn't that hungry. I watched you all night."
Her arm turned to ashes from his fingertips.
As it disappeared to its elbows without a sound, four black wings stretched out from its back in unison.
"...!"
A black mist surrounded his surroundings in an instant. Ian immediately let go of his arm and backed away.
Sanguiopadu looked down at the arm that had disappeared without a trace. Even though his shoulders were all that was left behind, his expression was full of boredom.
Ian clicked his tongue in his mouth.
They missed the attacking time. It was because he couldn't wield a sword when he first saw it.
It was so much like Millenia.
What if she had come all the way here looking for him?
Unlike a real Millenia, he immediately came to his senses when he saw the hand, but now that he thinks about it, it was stupid.
It's so different.
Sangulopadu said.
"Let's do something called negotiations."
"Get rid of it."
"If we continue as we are now, no monsters will appear in this world for the next 300 years. I promise. Instead."
It stopped talking and floated into thin air. His eyes were bent with an evil aura.
"Bring the blood of the Emperor. I will be your Emperor."
"Ridiculous."
"Do human beings rule the country well? You divide the ranks according to your lineage, and those who have more and those who do not have fight to get out of the gutter. Is this the world you want?
"Sophistry, those who divide classes more thoroughly than we are are monsters.
It moved its fingers from side to side."
"We are not divided into classes, but we were born differently from the beginning. Technically, we are different species. Humans are the only ones who divide classes within the same race."
Ian's eyes calmly subsided. Sanguiopadu continued.
"I will get you out of hell. Strife will disappear, and all men will live a fair life."
"Well, all human beings will suffer equally."
"No, for 300 years, I will bring remarkable prosperity and peace to the human world unconditionally. I promise to exist."
"After that, we're going to throw chaos into chaos."
"It is 300 years of peace. No matter what happens after that, your body will have already turned to dust and disappeared, so what does it matter?"
lan laughed.
"Well, I'm not that nice."
Everyone praised him as a polite, good, responsible, and just person, but that was not the case.
Poisonous desire for exclusivity, baser obsession, childish jealousy, and greed to make whatever he likes his own.
It was Ian who covered it all with the mask of a blunt knight.
Sanguiopadu tilted his head.
"I don't understand what you mean."
"I don't care about other people's peace. The only thing that matters to me is the safety of one person."
"..."
"So I'm asking, how did you get her blood?"
"She? Is this lord of blood?"
For a top-level monster to take human form, it must have blood.
Then, how did he get Millenia's blood?
He replied, not knowing that Ian's mind was boiling with anger.
"Oslo Royal Antite stabbed 'the first walker'. Originally, he wanted to get the Emperor's blood, but he interfered with the "First Walker." Then she got the sword wielded by Oslo's Royal Antite."
"...I see."
Ian threw out his sword without warning.
The next moment, the power that radiated from the tip of the sword returned all life in range to nothingness.
The wind blew and swirled gray ash along with the snow.
Sanguiopadu quickly flapped his wings to float up, but he couldn't dodge it completely.
With the tips of its wings and both calves missing, it fell to the ground.
Ian attacked him.
To take off again, he plunged his sword into his flapping black wings, pinned it to the ground, and reached out. Its body slowly turned to ashes, starting with its legs.
"Killing me won't change anything. We will come again. At that time, you will face us, who are much more powerful and weaker than we are now."
Even though the extinction was imminent, the village was peaceful. It grinned wickedly.
"I suddenly wonder how she would react if she found out that you traded 300 years of peace for just one person, which all humans could enjoy."
Would she really want peace from the monsters?
Ian thought of Millenia and poured out his power.
"You'll never get an answer."
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