Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 303
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Season 3: Episode 111
It was on May 23, 1676 AD that Camilla boarded the train to Haraldonicki, where the Vatican was located.
Unlike the front line, the trains on the continent of Akrad, which did not benefit from the new civilization of Ain, had a louder and more chaotic rhythm of shaking.
Camilla, who was dozing off on a train crossing the continent, suddenly woke up to the scenery of the world flowing through the window.
mountain…….
river…….
And flowers… … .
A few late spring blooming azaleas were fluttering among the summer flowers.
– The name of this flower is the bellflower. Its flower language is eternal love. That’s why I love this flower so much.
Teacher, it’s a bellflower… … I smiled brightly and looked around the seat next to me, but there was no one there. My dream was shattered.
How long has it been since we broke up… … .
Now even the Master’s scent is fading away…
Camilla covered her face with her hands and cried silently.
Epilogue of the prequel, I, Become a warrior like you (3)
The transcontinental train ‘Nick-III’ left the Red Mountains and soon entered the Blade Peninsula Station.
The landscape of grasslands, rivers, and mountain ranges has faded away, and now endless water and the sea have intervened.
The Vatican, Haraldonica, was located in the central part of the Blade Peninsula. The sunlight shimmered like a powder of light on the sea.
[This stop is , the golden city . Those who have business with the Vatican… … .]
When the driver’s voice came from the train station, Camilla closed her suitcase tightly and finished preparing.
, which I visited after five years, was no different from the time I visited it for the Earth Sword Festival.
It wasn’t as crowded as before, but the entire city was still glowing with gold, and the Vatican seemed to disappear into the clouds, its end seemingly unseen.
The Papal Guard stood with spears raised to look after public security and order in the city.
As a traditional medieval weapon, it may have been anachronistic in terms of practicality, but it still carried on the dignity and class of the past.
“Camilla? Camilla, is that you?”
While waiting for the public carriage to arrive at the Pope’s palace, a red-haired woman spoke to him.
It was Olier.
Beyond the joy of reuniting with an old friend, Camilla sensed that Olier was having a hard time with the situation. It seemed as if he was about to say something he had prepared in advance.
“Don’t do it, Olier.”
“… … ?”
“You don’t have to say that. It wasn’t your fault back then. If I were in your shoes, I would have followed my master and left. There are people who didn’t even come to the battlefield, but the fact that you fought until then is amazing.”
At Camilla’s words, Olier suddenly wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes. In those tears, he felt his friend’s remorse and apology.
What needs to be comforted is… … .
It’s not you, it’s me… … .
Camilla patted Olier’s shoulder to help him calm down. If the Master had been there, he would have told him to do so.
“What happened to the Ludwig family?”
“It’s just like you said. I think we’ll get married soon. But I heard that Sister Radis’ condition isn’t very good.”
“There are many sacred ginsengs growing in the Red Mountains. I will write to the Master and ask him to send me some if he can.”
“Okay, thanks.”
The public carriage took half a day to reach the Vatican.
Over the course of history, the number of yellow dragons has steadily decreased, and now only five remain to guard the entrance to the Vatican.
As they entered the interior, past the shadow of that majesty, they were greeted by a statue of Yong-Hyeon pointing to the sky with his staff.
“Camilla.”
And in front of her, two men were waiting for Camilla, somehow knowing the arrival date.
Delfred Wolf Vlado.
Johann Frost.
Delfred asked how she had been doing. Camilla pretended to be healthy and strong.
“It’s okay. Look at this. I think you’ve grown taller since you came back and ate so well.”
Delfred had to cover both eyes with his left hand.
How can I become like my teacher even by pretending to be brave?
At that time, it was not the day that Laminea entered the but the day that she graduated, but how could her actions of hiding her sorrow over losing her teacher be so similar?
“Work hard on self-cultivation.”
Delfred held out his hand.
With hands that were torn and bruised from a lifetime of studying on the battlefield, he lovingly stroked his friend’s living legacy and head.
Camilla didn’t avoid his touch. Instead, tears welled up in her eyes.
“Johan and I are going north. Knowledge is like a blade, and if you don’t sharpen it, it becomes dull. Johan aims to graduate at the top of his class at Winterhold. I will wear the top insignia, and you will wear the Aradhamanthel. I hope we can meet again.”
John held out his hand with a sad smile.
“how are you.”
Camilla took his hand.
“you also.”
It was a moment where so, so many things happened.
Now go in here and… … .
Once I become a warrior, there will never be a day when I can hold this hand with reason.
“Let’s go, Johan. Camilla has work to do, and we have to catch the train.”
Camilla waved until Delfred and Johan disappeared over the horizon. Johan kept looking back and waving in return.
“Are you Camilla? I have heard much about your exploits. Follow me.”
That afternoon, Cardinal Inrahit, the senior cardinal of the College of Cardinals of the Five Pillars of the Vatican, personally examined Camilla.
Inracht had the form of a dragon. His body was splendid with a golden dragon scale, and he possessed a cool majesty.
Unlike the detailed Yoshhar, Inrahit asked only what needed to be asked.
“Do you want to be a warrior?”
“yes.”
“A warrior cannot have any blood relatives. Do you know this?”
“yes.”
“A warrior must give up all private property, such as land or houses. Do you know this?”
“yes.”
“Why do you want to become a warrior?”
“Laminea Alter Aradmantel, that is my teacher’s name. As a disciple, I want to become like him.”
Inrahit was truly impressed by the girl’s upright spirit.
The College of Cardinals immediately transferred Camilla’s training authority to the training group that day.
In fact, there was no need for a review. This question and answer was close to the final argument from the beginning.
“Long time no see, Camilla.”
Instructor Patissier took over Camilla’s safety and gave her a dormitory. Olier was then summoned by the Cardinal for questioning.
“Yes, Instructor. Because I promised to come here.”
“Yeah, that’s right. You used to be a brat, but now you know what the world is like. Want a smoke?”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Why? You’re an adult now at nineteen. If someone curses at you, tell them to fuck off.”
“I don’t think anyone will curse, but… … Master told me not to smoke. If you smoke freely, Master won’t be happy.”
In Camilla’s face, which answered with a bitter smile, Patisserie suddenly saw the face of her dead friend.
– You shouldn’t smoke, Patissier. It’s bad for your health.
Are you still nagging me even after I die?
The patissier crushed the cigarette he had been smoking in his hand and placed his other hand on Camilla’s head.
“That kid spent five years with Laminea and came back as an adult who was even cooler than me.”
“I’m sorry for coming alone… … .”
“That’s not what I meant.”
The patissier patted Camilla’s head with a hand that did not smell of cigarette smoke.
“The 979th class starts in early July. Before that, the candidates have to take a test.”
“Yes, I heard.”
“Well, the Ludwig family must have already known about the test content through Laminea. Let’s see if they can awaken the mass-produced holy sword, Diale.”
The next morning after recovering from the poisoning, Patissier guided Camilla and Olier to the 22nd floor of the Vatican. It was to examine their aptitude for entering the .
Mass-produced holy sword Diale.
Pulling out the holy sword from its deep place in the rock is impossible with just brute force or magic power.
This is only.
It is only possible through prayer.
Origin is the process of resonating with the Holy Sword and exchanging one’s own will… Camilla quietly closed her eyes that had been looking at Diale.
– The origin is not something that anyone can tell you.
The image of my teacher smiling brightly from inside my eyelids came to mind.
– Kami must confess.
There was a teacher who always led from the front, held my hand from the side, and pushed me from behind, no matter what day, at any time, or at any moment.
– The difference between a warrior and a non-warrior is the difference between having a confession of life and not having one.
Every moment of my life up until coming here was established based on my companionship with Him.
That companionship… … was cut off.
The hand that held me from the side and the strength that pushed me from behind have all disappeared, but the voice that led me from the front still remains and touches my heart.
– What kind of person does Kami want to be?
Camilla reached out and grabbed the hilt of Diale’s sword.
– What do you want to achieve with that sword?
Why do I want to hold the Holy Sword… … .
If you take up the Holy Sword, you will live your whole life in that terrible and cruel world and then die… … .
Why do you want to set foot on that miserable land? … … .
‘I wanted to protect my teacher.’
This confession would have been much easier if the Master had been alive right before my eyes and I could have told him why I hold the Holy Sword.
But the master died.
I thought that in a world without a Master, it would be really difficult to explain to the world why I took up the sword for the Master.
‘Although the master is dead.’
For the ‘countless teachers and I’ who exist in this land in different forms, different sounds, and different smells… … .
‘I need your strength, Diale.’
I hope that many people will be able to understand the providence of the creation of the world, which begins with a small encounter and becomes something grand.
‘I will squeeze you to do my will.’
So that people who live without hope in this hopeless world can each find their own hope.
‘Fulfill your wish through me.’
The holy sword’s blade slid through the rock, and its light shone brilliantly.
Diale’s blade passed through the rock without a single hitch. Camilla pulled Diale out completely and was examining the blade’s pulse.
Patissier’s eyes opened wide. It was unprecedented for him to pull out Diale on his first try, on his first day of school.
‘Ah, Lamine… … .’
The patissier covered her tears with the smoke from the cigarette. She pretended that the smoke was causing her tears.
This is your disciple… … .
Your disciple has grown so much… … .
If it weren’t for me standing here right now, it could have been you… … .
* * *
Camilla, who had obtained her cadet qualifications, was ordered to stand by. There were many familiar faces in the 979th.
Floret’s disciple, Sharon.
Roberis, disciple of Tarsus.
Niven’s disciple, Gorgotia.
Eltire, disciple of Zeroni.
Silky’s disciple, Runel.
Although Ryunel was not a formal cadet because he was thirteen years old, the instructors taught him the Yonggwangchugeom (龍光椎法) method using the secret text of in place of his deceased teacher. He was also the only cute character in , which was full of solemn atmosphere.
“No, Senior Camilla!”
Gorgotia stared blankly at Camilla, then began to speak with an excited expression.
“It took Eltire and me half a day to pull out Diale, and Loro half a day, but you pulled it out in one go?”
“There was no shit.”
“You’re really amazing! As expected, Camilla-senpai is so different from us!”
I wanted to say that among these, it is not me, but you.
Those who lost their teachers had sadness even in their laughter, and even when they appeared happy, they had worries in their hearts.
However, Camilla realized that this was just a pitiful jealousy towards Gorgotia who had not lost her master, and at that moment, she completely erased that feeling.
“Yeah, who am I? I’m a genius, unlike you scumbags.”
“Wow! As expected!”
Three days later, Sharon, who had arrived at the Vatican the latest but had completed her aptitude test in less than an hour, also joined them.
Olier then pulled out Diale 34 days later and became his jockey partner.
At the end of June, when the application for candidates was completed, we were able to hear an overview of the classes for each year from Senior Instructor Rinoya Dune Jeraye.
“The College of Cardinals has decided not to allow early graduation for those who entered the church at an advanced age, so you too must learn about the warriors here for three years.”
“Yes, Instructor.”
After class, Camilla walked down the sky corridor and looked down at the vast Haraldonicki spread out below.
In the harbor, where the water scales were brilliantly laid out, steamships were spewing smoke.
The port was bustling and prosperous.
On that pier, many people’s daily lives were alive and breathing, and large and small encounters were taking place and laughter was forming.
Camilla knew that her calling was built as a pillar that supported her entire life, beneath those daily encounters and laughter.
This very heart.
Because she was a warrior who saw, heard, and learned.
Just as her teacher, Laminea Alter Aradmantel, loved her more than anyone else in the world and who loved her more than anyone else in the world.