Chapter 98: Episode 32. COSMOSE'S CORSE (9).
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With the two men stopping for a while, cheers rang out from the audience. Lee Do, who was upset by the sudden upset of the war, and Lee Do, who regained hope for gambling, were also shouting out loud.
Buried by the shouts, Jin's voice did not reach the audience, and the two people who kept making eye contact.
Don't let it go.
The moment Dante heard that, the feeling Dante felt.
It was a shame.
'Yes, it could have looked like that. I'm looking after you.’
In any situation, the warrior's blackness is bound to become dull from the moment he hesitates to cut his opponent. It's pathetic in the face of the enemy, and rude in the face of the enemy.
Whether or not to play a tie for the High Ran was not an important matter in the first place.
"There's more to shame than not doing my best to a self-recognized opponent."
To do one's best without wavering.
If the game ends without doing so, neither defeat nor victory means nothing.
"I have shown you an ugly side. Let's start over."
Dante said, gently sticking the blade forward. It means to show respect by striking swords with each other. When Jean put the knives together, a soft frictional sound came up.
Surprisingly, at that moment, the two experienced a strange sensation at the same time.
The sound of the roar becomes smaller like an echo that falls to a cliff, and the son-in-law becomes dark, and the illusion that the only thing left in this space is each other.
The belief that fighting until one side collapses can be such a pleasant moment.
I could tell without having to share this sense with others. The fact that the two of them had fallen into a prophetic illusion that the swordsmen who had met their adversaries often experienced.
"Then let's start again."
After
Ooh
Two people who caught their breath once at the same time.
And two swords, not to mention anyone first, that began to be mixed up again. Unlike when the sword was struck as a sign of respect, sparks were flying from the blade again.
In the sound of pagong and binge drinking, and in the sound of friction and rupture, the black light poured out like a fragment.
Dante wielded the sword more violently than any other moment after the match, as if it was a lie to see that he was exhausted.
Jin is also screaming and exploding all his remaining strength.
a head-on
The shouts were abating as the blood and sand mingled with shock waves became as hard as a piece of stone and splashed everywhere.
The reason why the audience gets so quiet is because they have to scream out loud.
It was because he was overwhelmed. The boys fighting in the eyes of the audience looked like giants, and it was a shame to blink because it was a waste to miss a moment.
It has been well over a decade since the foot-and-mouth disease began to open, but so far, there has never been a scene like this.
Those who visited the site to watch the atrocious atrocities were blessed with the sight of real fighters today.
Gambling was no longer a concern. Of course, after the game, someone will laugh and someone will cry.
At least at this moment.
Everyone marvels at the fight of the boys holding the sword.
'I don't know if I was also looking down on Dante, too. I thought I was tired, but where the hell is this...…!’
The blood was spreading on Jean's lips, who thought so. He was biting his lips without even realizing it because he was attacking Dante's attack.
A sense of swordsmanship is a gift from heaven.
Just as normal in physical strength and strength. No, this dwarf man who was born at an average level has been.
How much effort did he put into it? How many times did he kneel in deep frustration and despair before overcoming his fatal shortcomings as an unmanned man?
This sleeping can recognize other people's efforts to try to die. Jin is also a bulldozer for Looncandel in his previous life, and he has plunged himself into hell every day to tear down the wall of one star.
So I could see Dante's past.
The image of him crouching in the middle of the dark training ground, screaming at his small, thin body in the mirror, and whipping himself across life and death several times.
And all those moments, the way he never let go of the sword.
Like himself in his previous life.
But unlike himself in his previous life, he never failed...….
'You make me want to cry.’
Dante's voice is so husky.
It was the result of his lifelong evil efforts to overcome his inferiority complex.
Burr.
A shudder rose.
To be the next singer of the High Ran after the horseback riding. Also, the driving force to try harder every day than yesterday is.
Just because I was fascinated by the weapon of swords.
Or because life is just a boring play, even if you were born a great aristocrat of the Empire.
Dante was such a man.
'Jin Looncandel. The thirteenth of Looncandel.'
Dante was also thinking of Jean, while his whole body was fluttering under the sword.
'You were born with everything.’
The lineage of Looncandel, which is the dream of all fighters in the world, is a body that is blessed by its lineage. "and by fifteen, come to the fifth star, and now, sixteen, who is proving with swords on par with himself."
Even the talent of talent.
'And yet you.'
Why do I feel so desperate? Born in a world that would be called a warrior's heaven, why would you spend your entire life watching heaven from afar?
Desperate and desperate.
Why is such a deep heart permeated by your sword, which was born with everything? Is it because the throne is infinitely remote because you are the youngest? No, you're not a little person who cling to the order.’
Is it just because I want to be the best?
Or is it because you have had many days of shuddering with despair like me? Are you saying that there were even more days like that than I did?
'What are you, Jean Looncandel. No, it doesn't matter what. Today.'
It's a day to prove that my past efforts were not in vain.
Let us renew our grip on the sword.
a two-fight
I could feel a thread on my hand bone. There was a creepy pain all over, but Dante smiled unconcernedly.
It's just...
Every time he made fun of the sword, a crack in the hand bone opened, but Dante's body condition remained unchanged. Subsequently, shoulders, thorax, waist, and even the soles of feet on the ground.
Soon it began to crack dangerously rattle.
Dante did not resent his weak flesh.
'This is just a good fight.’
Apart from the smiling look, however, it was inevitable that the tense situation began to tilt toward the losing side.
'Dante's body......is it breaking?’
Jin, who was heavily swordsmithed to the point of feeling closer than flesh, could not not not be unaware of the fact.
The moment I got the chance to win again.
Jean was feeling anger, not joy.
"Why don't you still write a Beek of the Highlands?...! Is there any other way I don't know?’
No.
Dante, who now began to backtrack, was a fierce beast with all his might. Both eyes are still shining with big speculation, but this time it is really exhausting.
Beyond being simply exhausted, it's reaching perfect exhaustion.
'There was definitely a chance. And you didn't hesitate to cut me anymore. And yet why.'
Now it was Jin's turn to choose.
Will it be cut or not? I didn't have to worry for a long time.
'It would be an insult to you that I take the sword here.'
Chaeng Geng!
The blow of Jean's sideways shook Dante's body. The moment he lost his balance, several bones in his body that had been narrowly supported broke, and before he turned his head again to pursue Jean's movements.
Already Bradamante was flying a second light.
Fortunately.
The edge of the knife was full of hesitation.
'You're the one who' Why the hell!'
Jin clenched his teeth and turned the trajectory of the blade, which had flooded Dante's chest.
The reaction from the forced twist of the trajectory loosened the grip.
Bradamante, who was out of Chin's hand, flew to the dirt floor, and Dante's sword, at that moment, aimed at the neck of Qin.
It looked as if it were aimed. As soon as he collapsed with all his strength, the sword in his grip was sobbing along his body.
When the second attack followed, Dante was already unconscious.
Flap!
Dante who fell on the dirt floor.
And Jean, breathing heavily, gazing down at him with a frantic blinking eyes.
There was a silence as if time had stopped.
By then, even the audience stopped breathing for a while, and Jin.
My mind was in a muddle. Far from feeling triumph, the whole body was heating up with inexplicably complex emotions.
It's the hope that Dante isn't dead. But I'm sure he's dead, so I'm afraid to bend over and check.
Instinctively, I sat on the floor and felt Dante's pulse, but my heart beat was pounding and I couldn't feel anything.
'I have to call a doctor...…!’
Open your mouth and call a doctor right now, and shout for help if anyone can heal.
Another boy threw himself from the audience into the stadium.
"Dear old man!
And the guards who follow the boy'
Veradine Zipple, his two hands running frantically across the stadium, were shining with green mana.
He had been preparing for healing spells since the middle of the game. I'm afraid I might lose one of the two here.
"Veradine..."
"Don't worry, I'll save you!"
Beneath his knees before Dante, Veradin began to sing the spell.
One thing, two things.
Veradin showed great ability to recite three healing spells at the same time, but Jean could not take her eyes off Dante.
Veradin's expression of chanting the spell was unusual. Less than 10 seconds had passed, but how much mana was being drawn, and sweat was pouring down from Veradin's whole body like rain.
There's a healing magic that can heal even a slight injury, but Dante can't open his eyes.
Jean and Veradin, both of whom are burning to the core.
Veradin shook his head powerlessly, holding his mana.
'That's wrong. It's not enough to heal with magic...…!’
My intestines are all twisted.
None of the bones are intact. Even in a broken body, there was a rush of ups and downs, making it difficult to regenerate even if Michaelan, the king of the castle, did a miracle, not Veradin.
"Jin."
Suddenly Veradin whispered Jean's name.
"Dante."
"Listen, this is a secret between the three of us."
Veradin, who followed the back story, pulled something out of his arms.
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With the two men stopping for a while, cheers rang out from the audience. Lee Do, who was upset by the sudden upset of the war, and Lee Do, who regained hope for gambling, were also shouting out loud.
Buried by the shouts, Jin's voice did not reach the audience, and the two people who kept making eye contact.
Don't let it go.
The moment Dante heard that, the feeling Dante felt.
It was a shame.
'Yes, it could have looked like that. I'm looking after you.’
In any situation, the warrior's blackness is bound to become dull from the moment he hesitates to cut his opponent. It's pathetic in the face of the enemy, and rude in the face of the enemy.
Whether or not to play a tie for the High Ran was not an important matter in the first place.
"There's more to shame than not doing my best to a self-recognized opponent."
To do one's best without wavering.
If the game ends without doing so, neither defeat nor victory means nothing.
"I have shown you an ugly side. Let's start over."
Dante said, gently sticking the blade forward. It means to show respect by striking swords with each other. When Jean put the knives together, a soft frictional sound came up.
Surprisingly, at that moment, the two experienced a strange sensation at the same time.
The sound of the roar becomes smaller like an echo that falls to a cliff, and the son-in-law becomes dark, and the illusion that the only thing left in this space is each other.
The belief that fighting until one side collapses can be such a pleasant moment.
I could tell without having to share this sense with others. The fact that the two of them had fallen into a prophetic illusion that the swordsmen who had met their adversaries often experienced.
"Then let's start again."
After
Ooh
Two people who caught their breath once at the same time.
And two swords, not to mention anyone first, that began to be mixed up again. Unlike when the sword was struck as a sign of respect, sparks were flying from the blade again.
In the sound of pagong and binge drinking, and in the sound of friction and rupture, the black light poured out like a fragment.
Dante wielded the sword more violently than any other moment after the match, as if it was a lie to see that he was exhausted.
Jin is also screaming and exploding all his remaining strength.
a head-on
The shouts were abating as the blood and sand mingled with shock waves became as hard as a piece of stone and splashed everywhere.
The reason why the audience gets so quiet is because they have to scream out loud.
It was because he was overwhelmed. The boys fighting in the eyes of the audience looked like giants, and it was a shame to blink because it was a waste to miss a moment.
It has been well over a decade since the foot-and-mouth disease began to open, but so far, there has never been a scene like this.
Those who visited the site to watch the atrocious atrocities were blessed with the sight of real fighters today.
Gambling was no longer a concern. Of course, after the game, someone will laugh and someone will cry.
At least at this moment.
Everyone marvels at the fight of the boys holding the sword.
'I don't know if I was also looking down on Dante, too. I thought I was tired, but where the hell is this...…!’
The blood was spreading on Jean's lips, who thought so. He was biting his lips without even realizing it because he was attacking Dante's attack.
A sense of swordsmanship is a gift from heaven.
Just as normal in physical strength and strength. No, this dwarf man who was born at an average level has been.
How much effort did he put into it? How many times did he kneel in deep frustration and despair before overcoming his fatal shortcomings as an unmanned man?
This sleeping can recognize other people's efforts to try to die. Jin is also a bulldozer for Looncandel in his previous life, and he has plunged himself into hell every day to tear down the wall of one star.
So I could see Dante's past.
The image of him crouching in the middle of the dark training ground, screaming at his small, thin body in the mirror, and whipping himself across life and death several times.
And all those moments, the way he never let go of the sword.
Like himself in his previous life.
But unlike himself in his previous life, he never failed...….
'You make me want to cry.’
Dante's voice is so husky.
It was the result of his lifelong evil efforts to overcome his inferiority complex.
Burr.
A shudder rose.
To be the next singer of the High Ran after the horseback riding. Also, the driving force to try harder every day than yesterday is.
Just because I was fascinated by the weapon of swords.
Or because life is just a boring play, even if you were born a great aristocrat of the Empire.
Dante was such a man.
'Jin Looncandel. The thirteenth of Looncandel.'
Dante was also thinking of Jean, while his whole body was fluttering under the sword.
'You were born with everything.’
The lineage of Looncandel, which is the dream of all fighters in the world, is a body that is blessed by its lineage. "and by fifteen, come to the fifth star, and now, sixteen, who is proving with swords on par with himself."
Even the talent of talent.
'And yet you.'
Why do I feel so desperate? Born in a world that would be called a warrior's heaven, why would you spend your entire life watching heaven from afar?
Desperate and desperate.
Why is such a deep heart permeated by your sword, which was born with everything? Is it because the throne is infinitely remote because you are the youngest? No, you're not a little person who cling to the order.’
Is it just because I want to be the best?
Or is it because you have had many days of shuddering with despair like me? Are you saying that there were even more days like that than I did?
'What are you, Jean Looncandel. No, it doesn't matter what. Today.'
It's a day to prove that my past efforts were not in vain.
Let us renew our grip on the sword.
a two-fight
I could feel a thread on my hand bone. There was a creepy pain all over, but Dante smiled unconcernedly.
It's just...
Every time he made fun of the sword, a crack in the hand bone opened, but Dante's body condition remained unchanged. Subsequently, shoulders, thorax, waist, and even the soles of feet on the ground.
Soon it began to crack dangerously rattle.
Dante did not resent his weak flesh.
'This is just a good fight.’
Apart from the smiling look, however, it was inevitable that the tense situation began to tilt toward the losing side.
'Dante's body......is it breaking?’
Jin, who was heavily swordsmithed to the point of feeling closer than flesh, could not not not be unaware of the fact.
The moment I got the chance to win again.
Jean was feeling anger, not joy.
"Why don't you still write a Beek of the Highlands?...! Is there any other way I don't know?’
No.
Dante, who now began to backtrack, was a fierce beast with all his might. Both eyes are still shining with big speculation, but this time it is really exhausting.
Beyond being simply exhausted, it's reaching perfect exhaustion.
'There was definitely a chance. And you didn't hesitate to cut me anymore. And yet why.'
Now it was Jin's turn to choose.
Will it be cut or not? I didn't have to worry for a long time.
'It would be an insult to you that I take the sword here.'
Chaeng Geng!
The blow of Jean's sideways shook Dante's body. The moment he lost his balance, several bones in his body that had been narrowly supported broke, and before he turned his head again to pursue Jean's movements.
Already Bradamante was flying a second light.
Fortunately.
The edge of the knife was full of hesitation.
'You're the one who' Why the hell!'
Jin clenched his teeth and turned the trajectory of the blade, which had flooded Dante's chest.
The reaction from the forced twist of the trajectory loosened the grip.
Bradamante, who was out of Chin's hand, flew to the dirt floor, and Dante's sword, at that moment, aimed at the neck of Qin.
It looked as if it were aimed. As soon as he collapsed with all his strength, the sword in his grip was sobbing along his body.
When the second attack followed, Dante was already unconscious.
Flap!
Dante who fell on the dirt floor.
And Jean, breathing heavily, gazing down at him with a frantic blinking eyes.
There was a silence as if time had stopped.
By then, even the audience stopped breathing for a while, and Jin.
My mind was in a muddle. Far from feeling triumph, the whole body was heating up with inexplicably complex emotions.
It's the hope that Dante isn't dead. But I'm sure he's dead, so I'm afraid to bend over and check.
Instinctively, I sat on the floor and felt Dante's pulse, but my heart beat was pounding and I couldn't feel anything.
'I have to call a doctor...…!’
Open your mouth and call a doctor right now, and shout for help if anyone can heal.
Another boy threw himself from the audience into the stadium.
"Dear old man!
And the guards who follow the boy'
Veradine Zipple, his two hands running frantically across the stadium, were shining with green mana.
He had been preparing for healing spells since the middle of the game. I'm afraid I might lose one of the two here.
"Veradine..."
"Don't worry, I'll save you!"
Beneath his knees before Dante, Veradin began to sing the spell.
One thing, two things.
Veradin showed great ability to recite three healing spells at the same time, but Jean could not take her eyes off Dante.
Veradin's expression of chanting the spell was unusual. Less than 10 seconds had passed, but how much mana was being drawn, and sweat was pouring down from Veradin's whole body like rain.
There's a healing magic that can heal even a slight injury, but Dante can't open his eyes.
Jean and Veradin, both of whom are burning to the core.
Veradin shook his head powerlessly, holding his mana.
'That's wrong. It's not enough to heal with magic...…!’
My intestines are all twisted.
None of the bones are intact. Even in a broken body, there was a rush of ups and downs, making it difficult to regenerate even if Michaelan, the king of the castle, did a miracle, not Veradin.
"Jin."
Suddenly Veradin whispered Jean's name.
"Dante."
"Listen, this is a secret between the three of us."
Veradin, who followed the back story, pulled something out of his arms.
With the two men stopping for a while, cheers rang out from the audience. Lee Do, who was upset by the sudden upset of the war, and Lee Do, who regained hope for gambling, were also shouting out loud.Buried by the shouts, Jin's voice did not reach the audience, and the two people who kept making eye contact.Don't let it go.The moment Dante heard that, the feeling Dante felt.It was a shame.'Yes, it could have looked like that. I'm looking after you.'In any situation, the warrior's blackness is bound to become dull from the moment he hesitates to cut his opponent. It's pathetic in the face of the enemy, and rude in the face of the enemy.Whether or not to play a tie for the High Ran was not an important matter in the first place."There's more to shame than not doing my best to a self-recognized opponent."To do one's best without wavering.If the game ends without doing so, neither defeat nor victory means nothing."I have shown you an ugly side. Let's start over."Dante said, gently sticking the blade forward. It means to show respect by striking swords with each other. When Jean put the knives together, a soft frictional sound came up.Surprisingly, at that moment, the two experienced a strange sensation at the same time.The sound of the roar becomes smaller like an echo that falls to a cliff, and the son-in-law becomes dark, and the illusion that the only thing left in this space is each other.The belief that fighting until one side collapses can be such a pleasant moment.I could tell without having to share this sense with others. The fact that the two of them had fallen into a prophetic illusion that the swordsmen who had met their adversaries often experienced."Then let's start again."AfterOohTwo people who caught their breath once at the same time.And two swords, not to mention anyone first, that began to be mixed up again. Unlike when the sword was struck as a sign of respect, sparks were flying from the blade again.In the sound of pagong and binge drinking, and in the sound of friction and rupture, the black light poured out like a fragment.Dante wielded the sword more violently than any other moment after the match, as if it was a lie to see that he was exhausted.Jin is also screaming and exploding all his remaining strength.a head-onThe shouts were abating as the blood and sand mingled with shock waves became as hard as a piece of stone and splashed everywhere.The reason why the audience gets so quiet is because they have to scream out loud.It was because he was overwhelmed. The boys fighting in the eyes of the audience looked like giants, and it was a shame to blink because it was a waste to miss a moment.It has been well over a decade since the foot-and-mouth disease began to open, but so far, there has never been a scene like this.Those who visited the site to watch the atrocious atrocities were blessed with the sight of real fighters today.Gambling was no longer a concern. Of course, after the game, someone will laugh and someone will cry.At least at this moment.Everyone marvels at the fight of the boys holding the sword.'I don't know if I was also looking down on Dante, too. I thought I was tired, but where the hell is this...!'The blood was spreading on Jean's lips, who thought so. He was biting his lips without even realizing it because he was attacking Dante's attack.A sense of swordsmanship is a gift from heaven.Just as normal in physical strength and strength. No, this dwarf man who was born at an average level has been.How much effort did he put into it? How many times did he kneel in deep frustration and despair before overcoming his fatal shortcomings as an unmanned man?This sleeping can recognize other people's efforts to try to die. Jin is also a bulldozer for Looncandel in his previous life, and he has plunged himself into hell every day to tear down the wall of one star.So I could see Dante's past.The image of him crouching in the middle of the dark training ground, screaming at his small, thin body in the mirror, and whipping himself across life and death several times.And all those moments, the way he never let go of the sword.Like himself in his previous life.But unlike himself in his previous life, he never failed....'You make me want to cry.'Dante's voice is so husky.It was the result of his lifelong evil efforts to overcome his inferiority complex.Burr.A shudder rose.To be the next singer of the High Ran after the horseback riding. Also, the driving force to try harder every day than yesterday is.Just because I was fascinated by the weapon of swords.Or because life is just a boring play, even if you were born a great aristocrat of the Empire.Dante was such a man.'Jin Looncandel. The thirteenth of Looncandel.'Dante was also thinking of Jean, while his whole body was fluttering under the sword.'You were born with everything.'The lineage of Looncandel, which is the dream of all fighters in the world, is a body that is blessed by its lineage. "and by fifteen, come to the fifth star, and now, sixteen, who is proving with swords on par with himself."Even the talent of talent.'And yet you.'Why do I feel so desperate? Born in a world that would be called a warrior's heaven, why would you spend your entire life watching heaven from afar?Desperate and desperate.Why is such a deep heart permeated by your sword, which was born with everything? Is it because the throne is infinitely remote because you are the youngest? No, you're not a little person who cling to the order.'Is it just because I want to be the best?Or is it because you have had many days of shuddering with despair like me? Are you saying that there were even more days like that than I did?'What are you, Jean Looncandel. No, it doesn't matter what. Today.'It's a day to prove that my past efforts were not in vain.Let us renew our grip on the sword.a two-fightI could feel a thread on my hand bone. There was a creepy pain all over, but Dante smiled unconcernedly.It's just...Every time he made fun of the sword, a crack in the hand bone opened, but Dante's body condition remained unchanged. Subsequently, shoulders, thorax, waist, and even the soles of feet on the ground.Soon it began to crack dangerously rattle.Dante did not resent his weak flesh.'This is just a good fight.'Apart from the smiling look, however, it was inevitable that the tense situation began to tilt toward the losing side.'Dante's body......is it breaking?'Jin, who was heavily swordsmithed to the point of feeling closer than flesh, could not not not be unaware of the fact.The moment I got the chance to win again.Jean was feeling anger, not joy."Why don't you still write a Beek of the Highlands?...! Is there any other way I don't know?'No.Dante, who now began to backtrack, was a fierce beast with all his might. Both eyes are still shining with big speculation, but this time it is really exhausting.Beyond being simply exhausted, it's reaching perfect exhaustion.'There was definitely a chance. And you didn't hesitate to cut me anymore. And yet why.'Now it was Jin's turn to choose.Will it be cut or not? I didn't have to worry for a long time.'It would be an insult to you that I take the sword here.'Chaeng Geng!The blow of Jean's sideways shook Dante's body. The moment he lost his balance, several bones in his body that had been narrowly supported broke, and before he turned his head again to pursue Jean's movements.Already Bradamante was flying a second light.Fortunately.The edge of the knife was full of hesitation.'You're the one who' Why the hell!'Jin clenched his teeth and turned the trajectory of the blade, which had flooded Dante's chest.The reaction from the forced twist of the trajectory loosened the grip.Bradamante, who was out of Chin's hand, flew to the dirt floor, and Dante's sword, at that moment, aimed at the neck of Qin.It looked as if it were aimed. As soon as he collapsed with all his strength, the sword in his grip was sobbing along his body.When the second attack followed, Dante was already unconscious.Flap!Dante who fell on the dirt floor.And Jean, breathing heavily, gazing down at him with a frantic blinking eyes.There was a silence as if time had stopped.By then, even the audience stopped breathing for a while, and Jin.My mind was in a muddle. Far from feeling triumph, the whole body was heating up with inexplicably complex emotions.It's the hope that Dante isn't dead. But I'm sure he's dead, so I'm afraid to bend over and check.Instinctively, I sat on the floor and felt Dante's pulse, but my heart beat was pounding and I couldn't feel anything.'I have to call a doctor...!'Open your mouth and call a doctor right now, and shout for help if anyone can heal.Another boy threw himself from the audience into the stadium."Dear old man!And the guards who follow the boy'Veradine Zipple, his two hands running frantically across the stadium, were shining with green mana.He had been preparing for healing spells since the middle of the game. I'm afraid I might lose one of the two here."Veradine...""Don't worry, I'll save you!"Beneath his knees before Dante, Veradin began to sing the spell.One thing, two things.Veradin showed great ability to recite three healing spells at the same time, but Jean could not take her eyes off Dante.Veradin's expression of chanting the spell was unusual. Less than 10 seconds had passed, but how much mana was being drawn, and sweat was pouring down from Veradin's whole body like rain.There's a healing magic that can heal even a slight injury, but Dante can't open his eyes.Jean and Veradin, both of whom are burning to the core.Veradin shook his head powerlessly, holding his mana.'That's wrong. It's not enough to heal with magic...!'My intestines are all twisted.None of the bones are intact. Even in a broken body, there was a rush of ups and downs, making it difficult to regenerate even if Michaelan, the king of the castle, did a miracle, not Veradin."Jin."Suddenly Veradin whispered Jean's name."Dante.""Listen, this is a secret between the three of us."Veradin, who followed the back story, pulled something out of his arms.
