The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 55



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The soldier shouted save (55)

Has a save message that appears after death ever lied to me?

I stare blankly at the disappearing message.

‘That red swordsman who used the sword is Dave the blacksmith?’

While I was rolling my eyes in my complicated mind, Hye-rin looked at my face carefully and said.

“You’re back?”

“……what?”

“You just died and came back to the save point?”

The moment when everything about saving was revealed.

There was no need to worry alone.

He tells Hye-rin about his past life, which he remembers vividly.

“I fought a red swordsman who wouldn’t die even if his head was burned.”

What was the purpose?

The purpose of the bastard who mercilessly slaughtered the people of Yeongji is not visible.

Why did he try to kill all the people who seemed to have nothing to do with him?

The questions did not end there.

“You really were holding a red sword?”

“Yeah, I definitely saw it.”

“… … It’s not a fake? How can you be holding a red sword that isn’t even finished?”

If it had not been restored or manufactured, it could not exist in the red and black world.

A red swordsman with a weapon that will be completed in the future.

If it weren’t for the message that appeared as soon as I started this life, I would have had the same questions as Hye-rin.

“It must be the real red sword. I entrusted the restoration to the red inspector.”

“… … Yes? Why?”

“Because he was a skilled blacksmith.”

There were two things I could think of.

Or maybe he secretly restored the broken red sword and made it his own weapon.

If not, he must have made a new red sword with the red metal Lucas gave him.

“But why did that blacksmith kill people?”

Dave, the blacksmith who was slaughtering the people of Yeongji while holding the completed red sword.

“Have you had many complaints about the world?”

Hye-rin, who shook her head while thinking about the blacksmith’s purpose, asks another question.

“But the blacksmith class is older than you?”

I answer without hesitation to the question of assessing my skills and those of others.

“He was on a higher plane than me. I’m sure of that.”

“Wow, the blacksmith has a higher swordsmanship level? That doesn’t make sense.”

“No, my swordsmanship sucks.”

“… … Yes? No, you said you were at a higher level than me. But what do you mean by saying your swordsmanship sucks?”

A destructive force that does not match his poor swordsmanship.

I knew this case very well.

“Demon Sword.”

“… A demon sword?”

“The red sword I was trying to restore was a demon sword.”

A cursed sword that takes away control of your body the moment you grab the handle.

If you think of the red sword as a demon sword, the circumstances are somewhat correct.

Blacksmith Dave was robbed of his body the moment he finished making the sword.

They have become monsters worse than undead, and are not even affected by divine powers.

“But that’s fortunate. If you had held the magic sword like that blacksmith without knowing anything, it would have been a real disaster.”

A blacksmith who fell victim to an unknown magic sword.

Is it really okay to think that way?

‘No, there’s no way I didn’t know.’

There was only one reason for thinking so.

“The Ring of Trust or the Bracelet of the Saint. I said I wouldn’t restore the Red Sword without these.”

The sacred relic that the bastard demanded in order to restore the red sword.

Dave said he wouldn’t do the restoration without the Trustor’s Ring or the Saint’s Bracelet.

“… … That’s an epic item that strengthens mental power, right?”

Epic items that suddenly have different meanings.

“Wow, wait a minute. If I use it with the holy relic, I can use the demon sword like a normal sword, right?”

When Hye-rin says it, I feel confident.

“Dave knew it was a demon sword, but he still held it.”

“… …Why do you do that?”

“We need to find out now whether it was a simple accident or intentional.”

Even if an ordinary person didn’t know, there was no way a blacksmith wouldn’t know the fear of the magic sword.

‘Why did you sacrifice your body to the Demon Sword?’

To confirm the fact, I put on my sword and Drago’s coat and leave the inn.

My feet headed towards the outskirts of the city.

“Are you here?”

A shabby blacksmith shop.

As I entered, Dave, who was pounding iron, glanced at me and said.

“It will cost 50 gold coins to repair that sword. It will take 4 days.”

A craftsman-like appearance that seems uninterested in anything other than blacksmithing.

A black cloth is unrolled in front of Dave’s eyes.

“Do you know anything about this magic sword?”

Dave stops hammering at the word “magic sword.”

He turns his gaze and examines the red sword with a broken blade.

“Do you wish to dispose of the Demon Sword?”

It seems that he already knows that the red sword is a demon sword.

“If you wish, I can make it into molten metal so that it never takes the form of a sword again.”

I studied Dave’s face, but he didn’t seem to have any particular desire for the red sword.

“What will you do if I entrust you with the restoration of this sword?”

“… Find another blacksmith. I have no intention of restoring the magic sword.”

“Then we need to think about how to dispose of it… It would be a waste to just throw it away. Isn’t there a way?”

Dave hesitates to answer my question, then retrieves a book from the inner room.

Dave opens the book silently and points to the pictures on the shelf.

“These are Freya’s holy relics, the ‘Ring of Trust’ and the ‘Bracelet of the Saint.’ If you have these, you can use the magic sword like a normal sword.”

Dave’s first appearance, seemingly revealing his greed.

“If you bring me the above relics, I will restore the red sword.”

Seeing his desperate appearance for some reason, I took out a few gold coins from my pocket.

“It’s a holy relic that allows you to use the magic sword… That’s good information. I’ll look into finding another blacksmith like you said.”

He nods at Hye-rin and tries to leave the blacksmith shop.

Then Dave, who had been hesitating about something, raised his voice without realizing it.

“Seo, if you find the holy relic, come to me, not anywhere else!”

Dave stops walking at the sight of his active behavior and asks why.

“Why?”

“… … Because no one can restore the red sword better than me.”

“It’s hard to believe.”

“… … Inside the hilt of the red sword. Look at what’s written there.”

Dave’s sudden words make me look closely at the red sword hilt.

Some letters engraved in very small letters.

Dave brings out a round glass and says,

“If you hold this up to your eyes, you’ll see it clearly.”

“…What does it say?”

“Layla. I always engrave your name on the swords I make.”

What Dave said was true.

When I looked at the handle through the magnifying glass, I could clearly see the word ‘Layla’ written on it.

“Can I check out the other swords in the blacksmith shop?”

“… … As much as you want.”

It’s not like I had information about the Red Sword in advance and was lying.

From the swords on display to the handles rolling around on the floor.

All the swords in the forge had the word ‘Laila’ engraved in small letters.

“The Red Sword. No, are you trying to say that you created this demon sword?”

“… That’s true. So no one can restore the red sword better than me.”

“Then there is no reason not to entrust the restoration to this blacksmith shop. Can I watch the sword being made?”

“… If you want to see my skills, feel free to do so.”

Unlike his last life, Dave shows off his skills in an active manner.

-Kang. Kang. Kang.

Powerful and precise hammering.

To him who is absorbed in his work, I speak lightly.

“Is there anyone sick here?”

“… Where did you hear that?”

“I didn’t hear it, I just found out. Whenever I come to a place where there’s a sick person, this dagger always glows golden.”

What I took out of my bosom was Croa’s dagger.

A dagger imbued with divinity that emits an intense golden light, repelling the flowing black magic.

Dave stops hammering and asks, his eyes drawn to the dagger.

“… A golden dagger? What on earth is that?”

“I received this after completing a request from the Freya religion. It is said to be a dagger that heals the sick.”

The appearance of the dagger, which looks like a holy relic.

“Well, then, is it possible to heal someone who is mentally injured rather than physically injured?”

A person with a mental injury.

He lowered his voice, pretending to be angry at those words.

“I thought you were a skilled blacksmith, but you fooled me.”

“… … What are you talking about?”

“Did you lie about the red sword being a demon sword so that I could get the Freya religion’s holy relic that strengthens the mind? Do you have an acquaintance who has a mental injury?”

Dave waves his hands in confusion at my words.

“No! It’s not a lie that the sword is a demon sword… I just thought that if I could borrow that holy relic from you for a little while, it would help me heal my daughter…”

Dave brought up an old story about himself and his daughter, perhaps thinking that I was the only one who could save her.

The story of the red sword that cut down the stars.

Dave, who was fighting against the palace, is said to have completed the red sword of the story in the underground forge.

It is said that his daughter, who was trying to pass the sword to a wandering swordsman who was fighting against the palace, lost consciousness while holding it in her hand.

“Why didn’t your daughter lose her body to the demon sword?”

“… … The book said that if you can’t handle the power of the Demon Sword, you’ll lose your mind, and the priest said that the Demon Sword didn’t like your body, so he let it go. I still don’t know which is true.”

How many decades have you been researching the cure for the Demon Sword and his daughter?

Countless books piled up inside the room.

“… …Unfortunately, there was no cure written down.”

It is said that the only thing he had hoped for was the part written in the Bible that said that the evil forces trying to control the mind could be defeated with the ‘Ring of Trust’ and the ‘Bracelet of the Saint’.

“… … I promise on my hammer. If you bring me the holy relic, I will restore the Red Sword to the greatest sword on the continent.”

A red sword that cuts down stars.

The greatest blacksmith on the continent in the story bows his head.

Wasn’t the reason he was in this shabby forge because he had devoted his entire life to reviving his daughter?

I give a definitive answer to Dave, who speaks in a trembling voice.

“I promise, too. If I learn how to heal the relic or the spirit, I will help your daughter.”

Dave bows his head and holds back tears as I listen.

“… … I will respond to your kindness with a famous sword.”

Have you gained trust from your sincere words?

Afterwards, I was guided to a room inside, and I healed my daughter’s body, which seemed to be in danger, with Croa’s dagger.

“Repicio!”

Hye-rin’s healing magic is added on top of that.

But Hye-rin spoke about her daughter’s condition with a dull face.

“I guess my body isn’t functioning properly because I’ve been lying around unconscious. If this continues, in a few days… .”

At those words, Dave asks, holding the hands of his sleeping daughter, who is now in her forties, with both hands.

“… … How can we save Layla?”

That statement suggests a simple solution.

“I will call a great healer. If I call him today, he will arrive tomorrow.”

“I also called several priests, but… … .”

“The priests in our territory are different.”

He speaks while showing off a dagger imbued with the power of a saint.

“Trust me.”

Dave sits up from his chair and bows his head as Croa’s dagger briefly heals his daughter, who had been unable to recover no matter what she did.

“… … When everything is over, I want to work where you are.”

Dave, the best blacksmith on the continent who created the red sword.

If he comes to Walker Estate, it will be a great help to me and Marie Walker.

“When that time comes, I will ask for your help.”

A strong handshake.

I didn’t leave the forge even after my long talk with Dave.

Now, it was time for the uninvited guest to arrive.

“There were passengers?”

The Heavenly Sword burst into the blacksmith shop.

“I have an important request to make, so could you please step out for a moment?”

Lucas nods to his guild members as if to tell them to kick him out.

But the members of Cheon Seong Geum hesitated and couldn’t even come near me.

“I’m glad everyone looks healthy.”

Familiar faces I saw at the palace.

“Ah, yes… haha, thanks to that…”

Lucas’ face turned red with anger at the sight of his guild members smiling and bowing their heads towards him.

Dave says, looking uncomfortable.

“If you have anything to say, please do so quickly. I have an important guest I still have to talk to.”

Dave calls me an important guest.

It was a situation that could have made him angry, but Lucas took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and instead smiled.

“It’s red metal. Make a red sword with it, blacksmith.”

Red metal that never stops beating like a living heart.

Now that I look at it, it looks like metal possessed by a demon.

“I’m sorry, but I have no intention of taking on any requests.”

“It’s so disappointing that I’ve been treated so rudely without even receiving my compensation, even though I’ve been doing this for a while. I even brought some medicine that I thought would be helpful.”

At Lucas’s words, the guild members place a bundle containing white flowers in the blacksmith’s shop.

“It doesn’t matter what you give me. I don’t accept requests.”

Lucas smiles at those words and shakes the red metal.

“If you wish to handle this metal, come to where the Heavenly Sword is. I will tell you to hand over the metal whenever you wish.”

After finishing what they had to say, Cheon Seong Geum leaves the blacksmith shop.

Hye-rin looks through the bundle.

“What kind of flower is this?”

“It’s a medicinal herb called Born Flower. It’s a pretty expensive flower.”

Dave opened the door and threw the bundle of flowers outside.

“You said it was an expensive flower?”

When Hye-rin asks, Dave answers in a calm tone.

“What use are these flowers? Tomorrow a great healer will be looking after my daughter.”

Dave declares with a smile.

“I won’t create any debt for anyone but you.”

* * *

How many hours did you spend in Dave’s forge?

I left the forge just as Dave was heading to bed.

“Haaaaaah… When did it get so dark?”

Dark night.

I stopped walking behind Hye-rin, who was yawning and heading to the inn.

“You go first.”

“What about you, sir?”

“I’m going to keep watching tonight.”

Why is Dave holding a magic sword?

I couldn’t just spend the night without resolving that question.

“Then I’ll stay here too. If I’m going to see it, shouldn’t I watch it properly?”

Hye-rin stretches and shouts with a smile.

“Oculus, Lego.”

Enhanced vision magic and eavesdropping magic.

“Shall we see it from up there?”

Last life.

Hye-rin points to the rooftop where Dave’s forge was being watched.

He carries Hye-rin’s small body on his back and jumps up to the rooftop overlooking the blacksmith shop.

“I’m sleepy… Why am I so tired today? I’ll lean on your shoulder.”

Early morning hours.

After about two hours on the roof of the building.

Hye-rin’s body, which had been nodding on my shoulder, suddenly tilted toward the ground.

“…falls.”

Hye-rin is unresponsive, perhaps because she fell asleep due to fatigue.

I make Hye-rin’s body lean completely against mine so that it doesn’t fall from the rooftop.

‘Should I go down and watch?’

As soon as Hye-rin fell asleep, the vision enhancement magic and wiretapping magic were also released.

I was also very tired, and my body felt particularly heavy, but it didn’t suit my personality to continue working sloppily like this.

“Hye-rin. Get up.”

I shook Hye-rin’s body again to receive the magic, but she didn’t wake up for a while.

How can I sleep this deeply without even drinking?

“… …Why are my hands numb?”

A subtle sense.

I clench and unclench my fists and question the state of my body, which I thought was due to accumulated fatigue.

‘… … I got hit by something.’

As I became aware that something was strange, my body felt like it was losing strength.

I feel like I’m drunk and my mind is spinning and I fall into a deep sleep.

‘… …Fuck.’

I feel so weak that I can hardly control my body.

The body holding Hye-rin on the rooftop tilts to the ground.

‘… … a cloak.’

While falling from the rooftop, Hye-rin spread out her long cloud cloak and fell to the ground without any impact.

‘… … I have to get out of here first.’

He tried to support Hye-rin who was sleeping, but her body kept losing balance and she fell to the floor.

The sensation of my body being anesthetized, stronger than before.

Something comes into view through the blurring vision.

‘… …White flowers. Was it because of that?’

A white flower that Dave left outside the blacksmith shop.

The scentless flower was making my eyelids close.

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-thud.

“… … Ah, aah!”

“… Hit!”

A loud noise.

As I shook my head with difficulty and got up, something hit me.

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

A man who tripped over me and then got up on all fours.

The man stops running and turns back towards me.

“Phew, isn’t that a blue flash?”

A member of the Cheonseonggeom clan seen in the palace.

She struggles to get up, her knees pressed together, and asks the man.

“… … What is happening now?”

At my words, the man points to the back with an urgent look on his face.

“Father, Red Inspector! The Red Inspector is slaughtering people!”