The Regressor and the Blind Saint

Renee quickly bit Vera.

It was an order he made out of the judgment that Aisha, who had grown angry, might have a seizure if she scratched herself again, and that she might show an ugly appearance in front of Vera again.

Renee didn’t want to look ugly in front of Vera any more.

“… If anything happens, please call me.”

Vera’s last words before he left.

Renee replied roughly and sent Vera, then grabbed Aisha’s shoulders and said.

“Are we going to stop talking about that now?”

It was sadness and impatience that stuck to her bright red face.

These words were made in the sense of not revealing about his black history any longer.

In response, Aisha was unable to stop the crying she had been vomiting up until the moment before, and she responded with a continuous hiccup.

“Sorry, Songhae… .”

“no!”

“Hey… !”

Renee said, with the most serious and serious face he’d ever done, poking his face in the position where Aisha’s head would be.

“Is there something to be sorry about between us? ?”

Aisha’s head shook. The tail was standing upright and stiff.

There was no answer, but Renee, who could feel Aisha’s movement through the shoulder she was holding, nodded satisfactorily and said.

“Right right.”

Renee’s hand stroked Aisha’s head.

Solve this once and for all.

Renee, who raised a little bit of relief inside, stroked her hair for a long time, and Aisha, who had been terrified the whole time, looked up at Renee.

‘… Do you guide me?’

I thought I would definitely be angry, but the question that comes to mind when I walk away without saying anything like this and stroke my hair.

‘If it were me, I would have been in trouble… .’

How broad-minded is it to do something like this?

Aisha looked at Renee, and inadvertently recalled the thought that the name ‘Saint’ is not really the same for everyone.

… Yes. Rene’s actions, who put everything in order to cover up her dark history, are moving towards a young girl.

Aisha, who is unaware of Renee’s intentions, felt that her heart was starting to calm down as she gently stroked her hair, and without realizing it, she made a squint and made a ‘gororon’ sound.

It wasn’t something he did consciously, but something he did because of his instincts as a cat beast.

Renee suddenly stopped trembling and gave Aisha a ‘gororon’ sound, erasing the embarrassment she had just before, and then bursting into laughter.

The thought, ‘After all, a child is a child’ came to mind.

‘Now, I think I’ll have to be a little more coyote.’

Renee thought, hugging Aisha tightly and patting her back.

“Now?”

“yes… .”

A red light rose over Aisha’s face. It was a belated shame that I had my head banged on the floor and cried.

“Hey, my lady… .”

“Rene.”

“… yes?”

“I am not a saint, I am Renee. are we friends Friends should call each other by name.”

Aisha looked at Renee with her eyes twitching at Renee’s words, then nodded.

“… Then to Renee-sama.”

A word that you say with your head bowed down. There was a lot of redness on Aisha’s cheeks as she spoke like that.

Aisha was so awkward in this situation with her head buried in Renee’s arms that Aisha wiggled her body for nothing, then hugged Renee face to face.

Renee’s laughter could be heard in his ear.

While Aisha was buried in Renee’s arms and buried her head, a thought suddenly came to mind.

‘… Big.’

Renee-sama seems to be a broad-minded person in many ways.

*

A week has passed.

Vera has succeeded in defeating the armies of different camps that have come twice in the meantime.

Platinum Rosario with which it was used. It was decided that it would be better for René and Doban’s work to move on quietly rather than using other hard-line measures.

Vera continued his thoughts as he watched the back of the doban working in the smithy.

‘There is no problem yet.’

Thinking that the armed forces might take Aisha as a hostage, they watched closely, but the army showed no interest in Aisha.

The army was treating Aisha with utter indifference, as if it had nothing to do with her.

‘Clearly there must be a change… .’

Vera was well aware of the shape of the ‘smite’ in the magic sword.

The emotions that flowed in the moment the swords met and stirred up the whole thought were created only when there was a piercing hatred.

How the hell did this happen and the magic sword was completed?

Vera remembered such a question and watched Doban’s work for a long time, before he had finished the work, the Doban turned to Vera and said:

“How are you?”

Vera’s gaze turned to what Dovan had picked up with his tongs.

Hanging on the tip of the tongs was a proden commissioned by Vera, a long ingot that still had a blunt feel.

Vera replied in a tone of admiration, looking at Froden, who had not yet escaped with a red flag.

“You are pretty fast.”

“I’m here to help, so I shouldn’t have to finish the quest quickly. Oh, of course, I’m not saying it’s rude.”

Words with a playful touch.

Vera uttered those words involuntarily as he looked at Doban showing Froden, smiling like a boy for his age.

“… I think you really like this job.”

“Well? right. You can’t get to this point if you don’t like it.”

After placing Proden on the workbench, Dovan looked at the magic sword hung in the corner and said,

“The Masterpiece is even more so. It’s not made for what you want. You have to build a body so deeply that you fall into trance, and put your will in it.”

It was a tone full of longing and passion.

“I can barely feel it. There’s nothing more to be done with that black skill. What the sword lacks is one meaning to contain. I haven’t found it yet, so I haven’t finished it.”

intention.

A word that Bargo used as a habit. Plus, it’s still a distant word to Vera.

Vera followed Doban, looking at the demon sword, and muttered out words.

“… You can do it.”

“Consolation?”

“I am sure.”

Dovan’s gaze turned to Vera. A laugh flows out of his mouth with a ‘puhh’.

“If you become an apostle, do you know such a thing?”

“Let it be the intuition of the one who wields the sword.”

For Vera, it was certain that he had already seen the result in his past life, but what came out of him was such clunky words, because there was no way to explain him.

‘It’s complete… .’

The completion of a sword that eats hatred and pours out resentment.

Suddenly, a question began to settle in Vera’s mind as he thought of him.

If the intention contained in that demon sword is ‘grudge’, if the doban must vomit such hatred in order to complete it, is it really for the doban?

Is it really right for you to ignore it?

Was the completion of that magic sword worth it? Is Aisha Dragnov, the master of the demon sword that will be born as a result, an essential person in the battle against the demon king?

A scale popped into my mind.

The future doban, who has to vomit enough hatred to write a grudge, and the future Aisha, who will eventually reach the demon king, each climbed up the scales and began to estimate each other’s weight.

Which one is more valuable?

With that in mind, Vera could come up with the answer quite easily.

It was because Renee had already taught him that.

‘… There is no cause that comes from the sacrifice of the unwanted.’

Vera’s eyes darkened.

If it was a sword made of such hatred, it was right to stop it, at least in the way that Vera knew.

The cause he wanted was not like that, and the reason he wanted to protect was in a different direction, so he will block it until the end.

However, the reason why there was hesitation that came to mind was because there was no certainty that it was indeed the right thing to do.

The tail-to-tail question was presenting the problem to Vera in a different way, this time.

‘… If Doban wants to complete the magic sword at that moment.’

The moment something worthy of an accident happens, the moment that the doban’s life comes to a standstill.

If the Doban’s passion wants to put his hatred into the sword, is it really for the Doban to stop it?

Another accident followed.

Vera kept his mouth shut and continued the question that came to mind.

*

The basement of the royal castle of the Third Kingdom of the United Kingdom.

The Ung clan general Barreta followed his summons and walked towards the deep underground of the palace.

“Where are you going?”

Barretta said in a nervous tone to the minister who was leading her.

Instead, he answered Barretta’s words as he walked while looking forward.

“Your Majesty is looking for you.”

“… In a basement like this?”

There was no answer returned.

Barretta clicked her tongue slightly and followed her again.

At the end of the cylindrical staircase that stretched out to the basement, after walking down the staircase for a long time, was a very thick steel door.

“Here… .”

“This is where your Majesty resides.”

thud-. thud-.

Instead, he knocked on this steel door.

Immediately after the door opened, Barretta frowned at the noise of the steel door being opened.

“Come in.”

Instead of stepping aside.

Barretta stared at the ambassador for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and then headed towards the door.

Inside the door there was only pitch black space. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his own footsteps, a space covered in silence.

Barretta was walking through it.

“Come here, General.”

I trembled at the sudden voice.

What followed immediately was Barretta’s movement, kneeling on the floor to make a ‘thump’ sound.

Barretta didn’t know where the voice was coming from, she just shook her head and said.

“See you, Your Majesty.”

“The Hwangson?”

“… I’m sorry.”

Barretta felt her expression wrinkled at the words of finding Doban.

It had already been a week in the past, and it was the disintegration that came back without being able to do anything because of the apostle who suddenly settled there.

Again, the king’s voice echoed through the space.

“Yeah, what can I do? being an apostle.”

Words with a slight smile.

Barretta felt something awkward in her master’s tone of voice and gently lifted her head.

It sounded like it was scratching something.

“your majesty?”

The son-in-law was still dark.

A space still in pitch black and silence.

Barretta improved her eyesight and found her master in that space. It was a long time later that I finally found the master.

It was also just chasing the silhouette.

“General.”

“… Yes.”

“No matter how you think about it, isn’t it funny?”

“… What are you talking about?”

Barretta continued chasing the silhouette as she worked out the answer.

Gradually my vision was getting used to the darkness.

The silhouette was getting clearer.

“It’s such a fixed state. What is everyone so afraid of, they are not crying out for ’cause’ or ‘justice’ all the time.”

“Please take the word.”

“Take it.”

Barretta narrowed her eyes.

The master’s silhouette was almost finished.

“I mean. I think they are all excuses for cowards.”

A dragon can be seen in which darkness has descended.

“There is the easiest answer, but I think they are just raising their voices among themselves because they are afraid to approach it.”

You can see the long flowing hair.

“So the only valiant fruitman should lead those cowards.”

I see a smiling face.

Barretta swallowed a sigh as she saw the master’s whereabouts finally revealed.

“Lord… .”

“You mean this? It’s a symbol of bravery. It is a symbol of rulership.”

rattle-.

Suddenly, Barretta’s body began to tremble.

The master, his majesty, and the giant turned around. A smile was growing on his lips.

thud-.

The ringing sounded.

“So, I’m calling you because I think I’m going to have to offend my general a little bit. This ‘symbol’ is not yet complete.”

thud-.

A ringing that gradually approaches.

Barretta trembled all over and looked at the huge body that had now come to a distance where it could be clearly identified.

The giant raised his hand.

“I will never forget you.”

A low cry rang out.

Immediately after, the giant’s hand swung so fast that it could not be followed with the eye.

Puffy-!

Barretta recalled a single word in her mind as her neck was being ripped off.

‘… Haman.’

It was the name of a tyrant who had fallen to death in the distant past.