Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 306
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Season 3: Episode 114
In the village of Asran, Lamineia held a family prayer at dawn.
Because the church was far away and Aydin had difficulty moving, they just held services at home under Aydin’s sermons.
During the quiet time of prayer after the service, the sound of the waves was deafening and the sound of the wind shaking the forest was clear.
Lamineia always prayed earnestly for three subjects.
Father of creation, please bless these children with a dazzling relationship.
Mother of Creation, please grant me and Aydin one more day to embrace and accompany these children.
Also, the Father and Mother of Creation, please let Aunt Noehyang come here today.
During the three years that Ratel began to walk and speak, Nohyang Setsunen visited this Asran village irregularly.
Brain scent always came only at the end of dawn when there were no people.
Every time Nohyang came, he brought a photo album with him, and the photos contained the growth of the daughter that Laminea had conceived in her heart.
– Camilla’s grades. She’s the best.
– Camilla won against Sharon again.
– Chief Instructor Rinoya praised Camilla inwardly, calling her the best cadet ever in battle.
Brain fragrance always brought such compliments along, and Laminea felt Brain fragrance’s unchanging love for her through such actions, and she began to cry.
‘I want to hear news about Kami. I want to see that picture. I wish Aunt Noehyang would come.’
When I prayed so earnestly, there were times when the light of dawn would faintly shine before the time had even begun.
Every time, when I lifted my head from praying, Noehyang was smiling brightly. Today was the same as any other day.
Laminea was held in the arms of Nohyang. Aydin gave up his seat at every moment of their reunion.
“Ratel, how have you been? Your mother was such a troublemaker when she was young, she caused me a lot of trouble. Don’t be like that.”
When Brain Hyang covered Ratel, who was sleeping soundly, with a blanket and placed his hand on her head while blessing her, Ratel smiled even in his sleep.
Ratel followed Noehyang since he was a baby. Even when he cried, he would stop crying when Noehyang hugged him.
Fearing that such a relationship might be revealed, Noehyang stopped seeing the children separately from Ratel when she was five years old.
“Auntie, look at this. It’s my son. His name is Kaisen… … .”
Brain Hyang carefully accepted baby Kaisen from Laminea.
Unlike his sister, Kaisen didn’t cry much, and today he was sleeping peacefully as well.
The law of creation, where people give birth to people and have bodies and minds that resemble each other, has always felt mysterious and sacred, even after observing it over the past 300 years.
“ah…….”
“Why are you like that?”
“How could this be? There was a light stronger than Mother’s light.”
“mother?”
“Mirria… … I guess I should call her Lista. Lista Alter Surpin. The one you follow after Eldia.”
Brain Hyang had to prioritize explaining what he meant by ‘light’ over explaining why he called Lista Alter-Surpin his mother.
What is this overwhelming… … .
How can it be so dazzling… … .
There is such a light, there could be such a light in the world of swords.
“Mir scientifically interpreted this saying as ‘inheritance of talent factor’, but… I would like to express it as ‘fire continued and continued until it was finally completed.’”
“… … ?”
“If this child were to take up a sword, the history of swordsmanship would change completely. Starting with this child, the horizon of swordsmanship would be divided into before and after. He was born with such talent. A talent for the sword. I say this, but it’s just nonsense. I can’t grasp the potential of this child at all.”
“… … !”
“The talent of the swordsmanship of the Lista that I have seen, the light, is so bright that it feels like a match. Even Lucasel is nothing more than the light of the stars in the night sky compared to this child. This child is like the sun with a heat that you can’t even dare to look at in broad daylight. It’s not just the history of swordsmanship, it’s an era, maybe even the entire world. It’s that kind of light.”
The stars were fading in the first light of dawn, the rooster was crowing, and the dark blue sea was waking up red in the dawn. The time of separation was approaching.
Laminea licked her lips.
Is that a smile or a cry?
“Auntie, but what should I do? I… … I want this child to live peacefully, meet the woman he loves, have children, live an ordinary life without leaving his name in history, and die happily.”
「… … .」
“I always thought and regretted it when I saw Kami. Is this all my greed? If I really have to teach swordsmanship, then after I know everything, at the age of entering the , when I was sixteen… … .”
Brain scented Setsunen looked into Laminea’s heart.
Laminaria was hoping.
I was really, really hoping for that.
Couldn’t it be possible to be in a world other than the one he lived in… … a world without swords, fighting, or blood? A world where there is the scent of flowers instead of the smell of blood, where there is laughter instead of fighting, and where there are farm tools instead of swords… … .
“How could that be greed?”
As the red aura of dawn filled the sky, Noehyang, with her sorrowful smile, looked as if she was crying and shedding red blood.
“Anyone who knows the value of life would naturally think that way. It is not your greed, but our negligence and the trickery of the abyss… … .”
Epilogue of the prequel, I, Become a warrior like you (6)
The Vatican’s set December 24, 1679 as the date of the 979th investiture ceremony.
Originally, Gwangryong presided over the formal investiture ceremony five days after the evaluation of the suitability of the Holy Sword.
As this was not possible at the time, it was decided that the College of Cardinals would conduct the evaluation and investiture ceremonies simultaneously.
Also, for the first time ever, it was decided to hold it as a public event.
This was to lift up the morale that had fallen to the floor due to the successive deaths of the Payqueriers, and to announce to the world that the light of hope had not yet been extinguished.
Camilla.
Sharon.
Ollier.
Roberis.
Gorgotia.
Eltire.
It was an unprecedented situation that so many disciples were assigned to one class and that they survived the evaluation for suitability for the Holy Sword.
The world’s attention was focused and reporters also gathered.
Each cadet’s guardian was also granted the right to attend, as they were no longer officially related to the family at the time of the ceremony.
Perhaps because the guardians thought that the appearance of the carriage they rode in was directly related to the cadet’s character, the carriage procession was solemn yet splendid.
The Ludwig and Page families, two of the most prestigious families in the current empire, came, as did the Dunos Dynasty.
Only reporters and their family members or guardians were given the right to attend, and no one else was permitted to enter.
The audience gathered in the cradle of swords, the place where the polar satellite swords were kept, and formed a congregation.
Niven Alter Zierda, who was able to make time for the front line thanks to the consideration of Brain and Cheongseong, sat in the front row as a teacher, followed by his family. At the end sat the reporters.
The 979th class riders finally entered the Cradle of Swords.
The cradle of swords, which was like a royal tomb, was awash with the light that each of the polar satellite swords breathed out as if they were breathing.
On the other side of that colorful light, there was a family.
I looked around the gallery and saw Hannah, Radis, Balkan, and Jabal there. They waved.
He responded with a smile, then his gaze lingered for a moment on the front row of the audience. Niven was looking at his disciple with a pleased look.
If only the teacher had been there… … .
For a moment, tears welled up in my eyes, and I had to bite my lip to control my emotions.
It was noticeable that the women had similar hairstyles.
After the war, the Master’s braided hair became very popular among women.
“That’s Camilla.”
“It’s different from what I saw in the picture.”
“You look incredibly strong. I heard you received the highest medal at the age of eighteen.”
Journalists who received permission from the Yellow Dragon priests used their cameras to take photos of the 979th aircraft.
Now that the ceremony was underway, silence was called. The orders of the five lords were absolute, so silence overwhelmed the congregation.
Camilla looked over there at the Aradmantel, the Sword of the Polar Satellite. She felt that Aradmantel was also looking at her.
‘Finally, here we are… … .’
I’ve come this far… … .
After struggling through so much sorrow, I came here… … .
Now I have to go from here to there, and from there to where this road ends… … .
‘Hello, were you waiting for me too…?’
In the sad cries of Aradmantel, there seemed to be regret and apology for not being able to protect his teacher that day in March.
“Start the examination of suitability for the Holy Sword. Starting with the top cadet.”
Camilla walked towards Aradmantel with a measured gait.
It wasn’t a knife.
It wasn’t a holy sword.
Now, the world was condensed into the shape of a sword that could only be looked back upon. On top of that sword, all the years spent with the Master were covered.
Laughter… … .
Joy… … .
Tears… … .
Sadness… … .
In every moment spent with the Master, Aradmantel was present. Aradmantel was the link of memories connecting with the Master. It was a passage to a world that no one now enters.
‘Aradmantel, I’m here… … .’
I am not wise like the Master. I am not virtuous. I cannot comfort the sorrow of those who cry. I cannot laugh with those who laugh.
I’m so ignorant… … .
The personality is also very eccentric… … .
There’s only one thing I’m good at. There’s only one thing I could learn properly. Swordsmanship. I think I was definitely able to learn that from my teacher.
‘I can only cut and kill. So I’m just going to work hard at what I do best.’
Bego.
Cut, cut again.
If you keep cutting, cutting, and cutting again.
‘Vinessa said that that was the light of a warrior… … .’
Will I be able to reach the end of this road?
It seems like we are on completely different poles from our Master, but can we reach the same end?
At the end of this road, will I be able to stand face to face with my Master? Will I be able to stand face to face with Him and talk about my life?
Will we be able to laugh together again?
Will we ever be able to talk together again?
At that time, not as teacher and student, but as fellow warriors who walked the same path of calling and reached the same goal.
‘… …Can you tell me what you think?’
Camilla opened her eyes for a moment, pulled out Aradmantel from the rack, and held it upright in front of her.
In that moment, everyone let out a silent exclamation.
A swordsmanship that is truly close to art, a graceful and natural swordsmanship that only those who have achieved unity between the sword and the divine sword can display.
“… … !”
“… … !”
“… … !”
The pure-blooded blade pulled out from its pure white scabbard was red enough to hurt the retina and howled dazzlingly. The blade, bathed in the color of blood, seemed to thirst for the blood of its enemies more than anyone else.
“What is this light… …!”
“It’s not even the midday sun… … .”
Senior Instructor Linoya Dun Jeraye asked Patish Dun Jeraye.
“Patish, what are the measurements?”
“Abnormally high. Still measuring. 82, 86, 89, 91%… … ? It’s 91%.”
“That’s incredible. There aren’t even ten agents in history who have surpassed 90%.”
Patissier didn’t hear what Rinoya said.
Just just… … .
The glorious days of yesteryear… … .
I am just looking back at the moment when Laminea pulled out Aradmantel the same day, when I came to this cradle as a cadet and not as an instructor.
‘I didn’t even think it was unreasonable.’
As then, so now.
As if the one who should have been chosen was chosen. Like the ending of a masterpiece that you read even though you already know it.
Patisserie had to bury her face in her hands for a moment to hide her tears.
‘Laminea, today your disciple succeeded you and became a warrior… … .’
On that day, all of the disciples of the Payquerier who had served in the ‘Black Summer’ inherited their master’s holy sword and became Payqueriers.
Camilla Alter Aradmantel.
Sharon Alter Tasalpo.
Roberis Alter Surpin.
Gorgotia Alter Gierda.
Eltire Alter Fladimarte.
The final nightmare that would begin later, the payqueriers who led the ‘Red Summer’, completed their inauguration ceremony on this day and began walking the path of warriors.
“Camilla, disciple of Laminia Alter Aradmantel.”
Cardinal Yoshar called Camilla by name and summoned her to the throne.
“Do you now swear to abandon the past, present, and future, and follow the path of the warrior as Aradmantel leads you?”
Camilla, who was lying face down with Aradmantel in front of him, smiled sadly.
At that moment, it was sad that he already knew how to respond at that moment.
I thought about all the days I spent with the Master who taught me the answer through life, and I answered by expressing all those days in one line.
“Your Majesty, command the path the warrior must take. I will obey until the death of Camilla Alter Aradmantel.”