I’m Here to End This Fight - Chapter 441



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Episode 441. A masterpiece (2)
A blacksmith shop with an intense crimson glow emanating from the furnace.

Do-cheol’s gaze never left the two types of minerals placed on the slab.

Yuri’s Baek Kang-cheol, who has been maximizing his potential with photodynamic therapy over the past few days.

And the white iron of the dwarf king.

Do-cheol, who had been looking at the two types of iron for a long time, picked up Baek-cheol.

He was staring at Baekcheol with a serious face, and he slightly stuck his tongue out.

Lick-.

I lightly licked the white iron.

Ugh, ugh.

Do-cheol’s expression became hazy as he savored the taste of iron just like Yuri did.

Afterwards, he licked some other scrap iron that was rolling around in a corner of the forge.

Lick- slurp.

Do-cheol’s expression, which had been constantly licking his lips, became even more mischievous.

Even though he licked Baekcheol several times after that, Docheol’s expression did not change from its dazed state.

“I don’t know.”

I tried to feel something different, but I couldn’t feel anything at all.

Do-cheol muttered in disbelief as he placed Baek-cheol back on the anvil.

“… How on earth did he figure this out?”

You read the mind of the dwarf king who was transformed into white iron just because he had a taste of iron.

If that is talent, then it is definitely talent.

And when I thought of Yuri, the conversation I had with the guy naturally came to mind.

[Use white iron when making my sword.]

I thought you wanted something grand because you kept following me around and bothering me so much.

Anyway, I made a mistake with my words, so I tried to compromise and give her what she wanted.

But what is this?

What he wanted was nothing less than to have a sword made out of white iron.

Surprised by this, I asked back.

Why on earth would you want a sword made of white iron?

Yuri answered that question calmly.

[In the past memories I saw, the dwarf king was constantly atonement and pounding iron. This white iron that was created in this way can be said to be a product of the dwarf king’s atonement.]

Do-cheol nodded as if he agreed with those words.

And the moment he heard Yuri’s last words, Do-cheol’s mind flashed as if he had been struck by lightning.

[But the fact that this has remained unchanged until now… means that his atonement has not been completed for a thousand years. Shouldn’t someone accept the Dwarf King’s atonement?]

That is why Yuri answered that she asked for a sword to be made out of white iron.

This was a perspective that Do-cheol had never even thought about.

The Dwarf King’s white iron, which has remained intact for over a thousand years without rusting or corroding.

Do-cheol also felt the regret and apology contained in it, so he tried to understand its meaning.

So, isn’t that why he guided Yuri to where the remains of the King of Yue were?

But even he had never thought of using Baekcheol.

A purification of a thousand-year-old technology that contains the heart of the Dwarf King.

Also, relics of high historical value.

That’s why he only thought about preserving Baekcheol until the end.

This was the view held not only by Do-cheol, but also by other masters and the entire Gol clan.

That’s why the moment I heard Yuri’s words, my heart sank.

‘Why did he take up the hammer? He could have just spent the rest of his life doing nothing and atone for his sins… … .’

Still, why did the Dwarf King bother to strike the iron and leave his heart behind?

that is…….

‘Could it be that you wanted to be forgiven?’

…what if it is an atonement towards someone and at the same time a request for forgiveness?

What if that’s why you left Baekcheol behind?

If so, who could forgive the king of the dwarves?

The answer to that question I asked myself was so simple.

‘Yuri Holland, that’s the only one.’

The predecessor of the King of the Moon, and the first to realize the true meaning of the White Iron, which no one in the Go clan had realized.

Only he is worthy to forgive and accept the atonement of the remaining Dwarf King, who has not disappeared for a thousand years.

Having come to that conclusion, Do-cheol explained the situation and persuaded the other masters.

However, the reason he put a condition on giving Baekcheol to Yuri was purely out of greed.

As a descendant of the Dwarf King.

And as a craftsman holding a hammer.

I didn’t want to just waste Baekcheol like that.

I wanted to create a masterpiece that would instantly wash away the sins of my ancestors and seniors.

And he demanded dragon bone as a suitable material.

‘That’s the only best material that goes well with the glass guy.’

Of course, Dragon Bone was a great material in itself, but Do-cheol had many other materials that could replace it.

Still, the reason he wanted the Dragonborn was because he saw the Dragonborn reacting to Yuri in the Labyrinth.

‘I don’t know why, but since I’ve confirmed that the Dragon Bone responds to the glass guy, there’s no reason to use any other material.’

The white iron of the dwarf king that Yuri looked into.

Baek Kang-cheol, who Yuri has been taming for a long time.

There is a dragonborn that reacts to Yuri.

If the combination of the three materials, which are already connected to glass and lead, is possible, then it is certain that the best sword that will suit him will be created.

Therefore, not even one of them can be missing.

‘So, you absolutely must bring the Dragon Bone.’

But cutting down the Dragon Bone won’t be an easy task.

It’s not impossible since May is here, but…

‘It’ll take some time.’

It’s probably out of the question until May’s body gets better.

“…I guess I should prepare myself by then.”

Once the materials were ready, it seemed like it would take quite a while to work, so I had to clear my mind and conserve my stamina until then.

Just as Do-cheol was thinking that and about to start meditating.

bang-!

The blacksmith’s door flew open as if it was going to fall open, and a cheerful shout was heard.

“Inspiration, I’m here!”

Yuri appeared with a bright smile and a large sack on her back.

Do-cheol shouted at his appearance.

“Can’t you open the door gently? I’ve been watching this little bastard come and go all this time, and he really thinks this is his house!”

Yuri, who ignored the shouts full of irritation and anger, slowly approached Do-cheol.

“A door like this isn’t important right now!”

“It’s important! It’s my studio, so why are you deciding what’s important and what’s not, you little punk!”

“Oh, I told you that’s not important?”

“I told you it’s important!”

In the ensuing scuffle, Yuri took something out of the bag she was carrying and held it out in front of Docheol’s nose.

“…ok?”

Do-cheol’s face, which had been filled with irritation, suddenly relaxed.

Soon his face was filled with horror.

“Uh, uh?!”

Do-cheol snatched the object in front of his nose as if he was snatching it.

Knock and see.

Touch and feel it.

Even licking it.

Then, Do-cheol, who realized the identity, looked at Yu-ri with surprised eyes.

“You, you?! This?!”

Yuri chuckled at Do-cheol’s reaction.

“I told you, the door isn’t important right now.”

Do-cheol nodded vigorously.

Yuri was right.

Things like doors weren’t important now.

“You brought it!”

A red crystal the size of an adult’s head held in his hand.

It was none other than Dragon Bone.

Do-cheol’s shoulders trembled as he held it in his hand.

Then, out of curiosity that suddenly came to me, I asked a question.

“This… how on earth did you cut it?”

“Oh, that?”

Yuri’s smile deepened.

“It was more useful than I thought.”

“what?”

“There it is. The whining guy.”

“hmm?”

“Well, that’s not important. Anyway, I kept my promise.”

Do-cheol nodded at Yu-ri’s words.

He answered, clutching the Dragonbone tightly.

“Yeah, you’ve worked hard. Now… … .”

A situation where all the materials are gathered.

“… It’s my turn to keep my promise.”

Do-cheol’s eyes burned with a passion stronger than ever before in his life.

* * *

A long trajectory of the spear cut through the air.

A black ripple spreads out at the end of each thrust of the blade.

The master of the mysterious spear technique that seemed to draw dots with a pen was, as expected, Teresia.

Swish- swish- swish-.

Shout it out, and take it back.

Shout again, and take it back.

Infinitely repeated stabbing.

She had been doing this for so long that not only her face but her entire body was soaked with sweat.

Anyone who knows Teresia’s usual training regimen would immediately realize that her current condition wasn’t something that had occurred in just a few hours.

But Teresia, the person involved, had forgotten how long she had been swinging the spear.

Teresia had already entered a state of trance a long time ago.

Her attention was focused on the wall that was finally starting to break through.

‘It’s visible.’

Each time, with each thrust, a small hole appeared in the thick wall that had been blocking his path.

‘more.’

A small hole the size of a spear blade.

Through it, the light beyond the wall that I had longed for so long was leaking out.

Teresia opened her window as if entranced by the light.

‘One more time.’

Whack-!

A new hole was created when a stab was inserted next to the existing hole.

‘One more time!’

This time, a hole appeared again next to it.

‘One more time!’

The hole in the wall slowly opened sideways due to the continuous stabbing.

Accordingly, the hole, which was just a small dot, gradually changed into a line.

How much time passed like that again?

Shu- Shu-.

A long line of light appears on a very high wall.

Teresia’s spear is stuck at that end.

Squeak-.

Guggugggung-!

The wall cut into dots fell backwards.

With him, Teresia was enveloped in an intense ecstasy from head to toe.

‘iced coffee!’

This was it!

I’ve come this far and wide to open so many windows just for this moment!

The intense sense of accomplishment that comes from finally accomplishing something after enduring a long time.

Teresia enjoyed the distant mental pleasure to her heart’s content.

But that time was not very long.

After just a short period of about 30 seconds,

“ha…….”

Teresia let out a slightly excited sigh and opened her closed eyes to shake off the lingering emotions.

The moment I regained my composure.

“Ugh!”

Teresia suddenly let out a short breath and thrust her spear forward.

Then, a black, sharp energy emerged from the tip of her spear and shot towards the wall about 4 meters away.

Phew-!

A black energy stuck in the wall, as if it were an arrowhead flying away.

It disappeared, leaving a deep hole in the wall.

Teresia’s eyes sparkled as she saw the traces of the wall she had created.

‘Okay!’

It is the very realm that can be called a secret sword for Yuri and a spear for Teresia.

Teresia has finally succeeded in perfectly realizing the realm of flying by projecting the magic sword outward.

And this means that she has reached the official 5th Dan level.

Teresia, who had clenched her fists in joy, opened her hands in bitterness.

The palms of my hands, which were already covered in calluses, were peeling again, revealing soft skin.

This is evidence of how viciously Theresia threw her spear.

She cupped her palms and clenched her fists.

‘are you okay.’

The calluses have peeled off, but they will soon grow back.

And the calluses will become even more deeply embedded.

This will allow him to swing his spear further and for longer.

‘Until the next wall… and onward again.’

Although the joy she enjoyed was brief compared to the time she had spent, it still gave her the motivation to move forward again.

Teresia will keep moving forward without resting to experience the same sense of accomplishment as today.

The moment she made that promise.

Clap clap clap-.

May Winchester suddenly appeared, accompanied by a small applause.

“You’ve taken a big step forward? Congratulations, my nephew.”

Teresia bowed her head slightly in response to May’s congratulations.

“It’s all thanks to my aunt.”

“What credit do I have? It’s all thanks to your efforts.”

May stroked Theresia’s head with affectionate eyes.

“My nephew… he’s really grown up a lot.”

A child born with a personality that often gets stuck in walls.

Teresia, who has a constitution that is no different from a curse to the descendants of the Muga, has reached where she is today through pure effort.

He is several steps ahead of other talented children of his age.

May couldn’t stand the thought of her niece, who was so proud and loving, knowing full well that it was the result of Teresia’s painstaking efforts.

May smiled bashfully as she hugged and comforted Theresia.

“Congratulations again, our Tessya. By the way, you were the first of the kids to get over the wall?”

Teresia smiled slightly when she realized that the children she was talking about were Gunther, Arin, and Poppy.

“Fortunately, I was able to save face as a senior. But… someday, those kids will surpass me.”

Gunther, Arin, and Poppy.

Teresia knew better than anyone that the talents of the three far surpassed her own, having been with them for a long time. She was lucky and had a slight lead now, but one day they would surpass her and go far ahead.

May smiled faintly at Teresia’s story.

“Well? Is that really so?”

“… … ?”

May patted Theresia on the shoulder.

“I don’t intend to deny that those kids are very talented. They certainly deserve to be called geniuses. But in my opinion, our current Tetsya is no less talented than those kids.”

“No way.”

“I think that as time goes by and your depth deepens… you will surpass the other kids.”

“yes?”

May continued speaking, stroking Teresia’s cheek as she blinked.

“You are not afraid of walls, because you have faced high walls more than anyone else. And you know better than anyone how to overcome them, how to break them down.”

“… … .”

“Perhaps the deeper your realm becomes, the bigger and higher the walls that block it become… you will be able to advance faster than others.”

“Really… is that so?”

“Of course! This aunt will guarantee it!”

Theresia felt her heart soften inexplicably at the sight of May’s bright smile full of confidence.

May lightly pinched her niece’s cheek and asked with a slightly sinister smile.

“Come to think of it, what is he doing these days?”

“Who is it?”

“Your best friend.”

“yes?”

May’s sinister smile deepened at Teresia’s response that seemed to indicate that she did not understand English.

“Your soulmate, Yuri Holland.”