Chapter 874: Guilty Sword of Oath, Part 63 - Knight's Qualification ③ -
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Crudas was remembering the past. At dusk, in front of me are my two brothers and father. The brothers waved their swords regardless of the sweat flowing down, and my father was harshly reprimanding those two. Crudas didn't really remember what was being told in that sight, but his eyes were poured on the sword they had.
It was not the father or brothers waving a brilliant sword, but the sword they possessed, that inspired Crudas most his interest as a young man. When I saw their swords shining in the sunset, the essence in him determined. Crudas then forged himself to wave his sword. He had no doubt that he had become a knight because he grew up in the Temple Knights, but I guess his essence was suited to living with the sword, whether he was a knight or not.
In that sense, Crudas was a warrior, as Dora pointed out, but may not have been a knight. He doesn't have anything he should want to protect or anything else, he just waves his sword to know more about it. Marion and Miltre were certainly good friends to Crudas, but they themselves would not be a reason to wave the sword. And Miriazal, too, among the many knights who pledged allegiance to them, Crudas could not find his usefulness, his speciality.
If only one thing. If I ever waved a sword for someone, it could have been my mother. She was a former Temple Knight, but since giving birth to herself, she tends to be sickly, and I remember blurry sitting in her chair all the time. Childhood had the burden of wondering if her mother had tended to lay low because of herself. At the end of the day, Crudus died in a while with care, but if my mother were alive, Crudus could have waved a sword for my mother and determined to be strong.
It's just that it's a 'what if' story. Reality didn't, and Crudas couldn't find anything to wave his sword at, and he just grew up obsessed with the sword. Should someone have noticed, or wanted you to? Crudas no longer knew that, and no one would have the answer.
As Crudas blurred and thought about it, I saw the ceiling in front of me and the two of them discussing it a little further away from me. The voice only sounds as if it sounds far away. The conversation between the two of them came to my ear, thinking about why that had happened.
"Not much. Ya, this. I don't care if I kill you."
"That's fine. Brady Maria would be more or less convinced of this. If that thing really pisses me off, this continent will turn into ash without a month."
"Well, I don't know how important that demon is to Brady Maria. I got Ips' neck ready in case. Then Ips will die for nothing."
"Well, I don't know about that. But with this Crudas and Jake, it's obvious which is more useful than seeing fire. That's because you realize, too, that you've been watching me and Crudus fight in silence, haven't you?
"Well, I don't know. Jake's boy is a human being with or without a black magician. Its strength varies depending on who you fight, but if you're a demon opponent, you're probably infinitely stronger. Even with Crudas, we definitely won. Let's do it. I don't care if you get any stronger at this stage."
"You have an approximate idea of Jake's strength. May I ask your reasoning?"
"Why should I tell you that? Just talking here like this is dangerous enough for Wye."
"It doesn't look that way... well, you should be free to talk or not, but if your reasoning is the same as mine, you can't talk to Arnelian officials in a detour. Didn't I?
On Dora's cool face, Brandio sighed.
"You, don't they often say you have a bad personality? We can be friends."
"Damn, they don't say you have a bad personality, but they say people are bad. And I certainly didn't have many friends."
"I don't care if you just answer honestly. Yeah. Wye's reasoning is easy, Jake is a 'saint knight' or ahem. Something else. Probably a human with 'traits'. It's extremely rare, too."
"Well, properties."
"Well, the characteristics. Perhaps its properties are exerted against non-human species. At first, I thought the Holy Knight - that is, his ability to specialize in evil spirits and demons, but he's so different. Now the power was also unleashed on Crudas, a half-man and a half demon. There's no reason Jake can beat Crudas at the moment. Heh. It's just like 13. It's impossible for a kid to have that much power.
If you have burns or characteristics, don't explain them. A presence that exerts its power to the point of anomaly against a specific enemy. The kind of delicacies that have been born for Arnelianism that make demonic crusades a business or. Maybe it also leads to demons or something. If I did, I'd know what it meant to let Orange dive in on you trying to keep Jake alive. "
"Hmm, great reasoning inside. Isn't that roughly correct?"
Dora nodded honestly. Seeing how it goes, Brandio asks back suspiciously.
Continued
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Crudas was remembering the past. At dusk, in front of me are my two brothers and father. The brothers waved their swords regardless of the sweat flowing down, and my father was harshly reprimanding those two. Crudas didn't really remember what was being told in that sight, but his eyes were poured on the sword they had.
It was not the father or brothers waving a brilliant sword, but the sword they possessed, that inspired Crudas most his interest as a young man. When I saw their swords shining in the sunset, the essence in him determined. Crudas then forged himself to wave his sword. He had no doubt that he had become a knight because he grew up in the Temple Knights, but I guess his essence was suited to living with the sword, whether he was a knight or not.
In that sense, Crudas was a warrior, as Dora pointed out, but may not have been a knight. He doesn't have anything he should want to protect or anything else, he just waves his sword to know more about it. Marion and Miltre were certainly good friends to Crudas, but they themselves would not be a reason to wave the sword. And Miriazal, too, among the many knights who pledged allegiance to them, Crudas could not find his usefulness, his speciality.
If only one thing. If I ever waved a sword for someone, it could have been my mother. She was a former Temple Knight, but since giving birth to herself, she tends to be sickly, and I remember blurry sitting in her chair all the time. Childhood had the burden of wondering if her mother had tended to lay low because of herself. At the end of the day, Crudus died in a while with care, but if my mother were alive, Crudus could have waved a sword for my mother and determined to be strong.
It's just that it's a 'what if' story. Reality didn't, and Crudas couldn't find anything to wave his sword at, and he just grew up obsessed with the sword. Should someone have noticed, or wanted you to? Crudas no longer knew that, and no one would have the answer.
As Crudas blurred and thought about it, I saw the ceiling in front of me and the two of them discussing it a little further away from me. The voice only sounds as if it sounds far away. The conversation between the two of them came to my ear, thinking about why that had happened.
"Not much. Ya, this. I don't care if I kill you."
"That's fine. Brady Maria would be more or less convinced of this. If that thing really pisses me off, this continent will turn into ash without a month."
"Well, I don't know how important that demon is to Brady Maria. I got Ips' neck ready in case. Then Ips will die for nothing."
"Well, I don't know about that. But with this Crudas and Jake, it's obvious which is more useful than seeing fire. That's because you realize, too, that you've been watching me and Crudus fight in silence, haven't you?
"Well, I don't know. Jake's boy is a human being with or without a black magician. Its strength varies depending on who you fight, but if you're a demon opponent, you're probably infinitely stronger. Even with Crudas, we definitely won. Let's do it. I don't care if you get any stronger at this stage."
"You have an approximate idea of Jake's strength. May I ask your reasoning?"
"Why should I tell you that? Just talking here like this is dangerous enough for Wye."
"It doesn't look that way... well, you should be free to talk or not, but if your reasoning is the same as mine, you can't talk to Arnelian officials in a detour. Didn't I?
On Dora's cool face, Brandio sighed.
"You, don't they often say you have a bad personality? We can be friends."
"Damn, they don't say you have a bad personality, but they say people are bad. And I certainly didn't have many friends."
"I don't care if you just answer honestly. Yeah. Wye's reasoning is easy, Jake is a 'saint knight' or ahem. Something else. Probably a human with 'traits'. It's extremely rare, too."
"Well, properties."
"Well, the characteristics. Perhaps its properties are exerted against non-human species. At first, I thought the Holy Knight - that is, his ability to specialize in evil spirits and demons, but he's so different. Now the power was also unleashed on Crudas, a half-man and a half demon. There's no reason Jake can beat Crudas at the moment. Heh. It's just like 13. It's impossible for a kid to have that much power.
If you have burns or characteristics, don't explain them. A presence that exerts its power to the point of anomaly against a specific enemy. The kind of delicacies that have been born for Arnelianism that make demonic crusades a business or. Maybe it also leads to demons or something. If I did, I'd know what it meant to let Orange dive in on you trying to keep Jake alive. "
"Hmm, great reasoning inside. Isn't that roughly correct?"
Dora nodded honestly. Seeing how it goes, Brandio asks back suspiciously.
Continued
Crudas was remembering the past. At dusk, in front of me are my two brothers and father. The brothers waved their swords regardless of the sweat flowing down, and my father was harshly reprimanding those two. Crudas didn't really remember what was being told in that sight, but his eyes were poured on the sword they had.It was not the father or brothers waving a brilliant sword, but the sword they possessed, that inspired Crudas most his interest as a young man. When I saw their swords shining in the sunset, the essence in him determined. Crudas then forged himself to wave his sword. He had no doubt that he had become a knight because he grew up in the Temple Knights, but I guess his essence was suited to living with the sword, whether he was a knight or not.In that sense, Crudas was a warrior, as Dora pointed out, but may not have been a knight. He doesn't have anything he should want to protect or anything else, he just waves his sword to know more about it. Marion and Miltre were certainly good friends to Crudas, but they themselves would not be a reason to wave the sword. And Miriazal, too, among the many knights who pledged allegiance to them, Crudas could not find his usefulness, his speciality.If only one thing. If I ever waved a sword for someone, it could have been my mother. She was a former Temple Knight, but since giving birth to herself, she tends to be sickly, and I remember blurry sitting in her chair all the time. Childhood had the burden of wondering if her mother had tended to lay low because of herself. At the end of the day, Crudus died in a while with care, but if my mother were alive, Crudus could have waved a sword for my mother and determined to be strong.It's just that it's a 'what if' story. Reality didn't, and Crudas couldn't find anything to wave his sword at, and he just grew up obsessed with the sword. Should someone have noticed, or wanted you to? Crudas no longer knew that, and no one would have the answer.As Crudas blurred and thought about it, I saw the ceiling in front of me and the two of them discussing it a little further away from me. The voice only sounds as if it sounds far away. The conversation between the two of them came to my ear, thinking about why that had happened."Not much. Ya, this. I don't care if I kill you.""That's fine. Brady Maria would be more or less convinced of this. If that thing really pisses me off, this continent will turn into ash without a month.""Well, I don't know how important that demon is to Brady Maria. I got Ips' neck ready in case. Then Ips will die for nothing.""Well, I don't know about that. But with this Crudas and Jake, it's obvious which is more useful than seeing fire. That's because you realize, too, that you've been watching me and Crudus fight in silence, haven't you? "Well, I don't know. Jake's boy is a human being with or without a black magician. Its strength varies depending on who you fight, but if you're a demon opponent, you're probably infinitely stronger. Even with Crudas, we definitely won. Let's do it. I don't care if you get any stronger at this stage.""You have an approximate idea of Jake's strength. May I ask your reasoning?""Why should I tell you that? Just talking here like this is dangerous enough for Wye.""It doesn't look that way... well, you should be free to talk or not, but if your reasoning is the same as mine, you can't talk to Arnelian officials in a detour. Didn't I? On Dora's cool face, Brandio sighed."You, don't they often say you have a bad personality? We can be friends.""Damn, they don't say you have a bad personality, but they say people are bad. And I certainly didn't have many friends.""I don't care if you just answer honestly. Yeah. Wye's reasoning is easy, Jake is a 'saint knight' or ahem. Something else. Probably a human with 'traits'. It's extremely rare, too.""Well, properties.""Well, the characteristics. Perhaps its properties are exerted against non-human species. At first, I thought the Holy Knight - that is, his ability to specialize in evil spirits and demons, but he's so different. Now the power was also unleashed on Crudas, a half-man and a half demon. There's no reason Jake can beat Crudas at the moment. Heh. It's just like 13. It's impossible for a kid to have that much power.If you have burns or characteristics, don't explain them. A presence that exerts its power to the point of anomaly against a specific enemy. The kind of delicacies that have been born for Arnelianism that make demonic crusades a business or. Maybe it also leads to demons or something. If I did, I'd know what it meant to let Orange dive in on you trying to keep Jake alive. ""Hmm, great reasoning inside. Isn't that roughly correct?"Dora nodded honestly. Seeing how it goes, Brandio asks back suspiciously.Continued
