89. chase (3)

Marion found herself in the rattling carriage, facing a spy staring at her as if to watch her. The spy glared at Marion, distorting his face as terribly as he could.

“You’d better not even dream of escaping anywhere, girl.”

Marion didn’t answer. Her head was trying to guess where they might have come from. A fragile heart beat with tension in Marion’s chest. Where is the force capable of kidnapping you? What is it worth?

“I can hear the sound of my head rolling from here, lady. If it hadn’t been for our head orders, he would have been very nice.”

Despite the insults, Marion didn’t blink an eye.

Marion had been able to read people’s lies and sincerity at some point. Was it when she saw the look in her eyes when her father threw her out, saying she was useless, or when she saw the expressions on the faces of the servants who always stood beside her, wearing masks of lies and deceit? Was it because of the world he had been reflecting on for decades in such a disconnected world?

Or, was it the first time he saw Maxim’s eyes connected with sincerity and sympathy that he was unfamiliar with?

Maybe that’s why, I couldn’t even hear the words of that adventurer who was consistent with bluffing to hide his current anxiety. Even as the adventurer said that, he maintained an uneasy attitude. Those eyes occasionally peeked out of Marion’s gaze, and glanced toward the driver’s seat when he spoke menacingly to himself. Marion raised her eyes.

It should not be bent.

As long as Maxim has broken down the huge wall that was blocking his world and extended a hand of salvation in the endlessly falling darkness, he must not be trapped by that wall again. Marion thought so. Don’t let despair and fear eat away at your heart little by little.

In order not to let the darkness, which is slowly reappearing, come again through a small opportunity.

What year is the snow like that?

The spy continued to spit out threats and insults to break the heart of the insignificant young lady and intended to scare her, but unlike her frail appearance, the young lady’s will seemed quite strong. The blue eyes staring at her seemed as if they were looking into a deep abyss.

‘F*ck, they say I was a bitch who grew up weak and confined to my family’s mansion, but that’s not true.’

weakness? If there is a guy who can look into those eyes and say that, ask him to come out. The spy didn’t like those eyes, where you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, let alone fear. Marion’s mouth, which had been closed, opened.

“Where are you going?”

look at this year

The spy narrowed his brow. The mouth twisted, revealing an uncomfortable feeling. The first question he asked was not about what he was going to do with himself, but about the destination of this carriage. as if you know As if I was looking into your shallow head.

“I don’t like it.”

A growl leaked through his teeth. Those eyes reminded me of Count Benning, who looked at me and gave orders with that overbearing atmosphere and tone.

“If you’ve just been caught, you’re supposed to be shivering and banging your head like a normal girl.”

chin!

A savage hand landed on Marion’s forehead. Marion’s head hits the wagon’s wall. less so The mask covering the right side of Marion’s face shook and was about to fall. Marion’s eyes twinkled.

Seeing Marion’s shaking eyes, the spy smiled viciously.

“Now we can have a little conversation. is this a mask? What made your cheeky eyes?”

aww

The mask is wrinkled. Marion’s eyes were shaking more violently. Beneath it, little by little, the distorted scars she had been hiding all her life are revealed. Upon seeing the scar, the spy’s eyes twisted in unconcealable disgust, which soon turned into a sadistic laugh.

“I didn’t like that you were staring at me with those half-eyed eyes while hiding such an ugly face. On that subject, do you wear a ring on your hand? Didn’t your fiancé get sick of seeing your face?”

Marion’s mouth trembled, then her teeth gnashed and twisted. thud. The spy slammed Marion’s head back into the carriage’s bulkhead, eyes now completely insane.

“Do you think he will come to rescue you? Do you think your fiancé of 4 years, who may be alive, will miraculously appear and come to your rescue? You are just abandoned.”

thud.

“In a relationship that was just maintained by sympathy, it was cut off now that there was a reason to cut it off. You never know. Maybe someone got hit in the boat again and ran away.”

thud.

“Actually, even if it is a bit embarrassing, I am thinking of educating them. Who should be above and who should be below in this situation.”

bang.

Marion was thrown into the corner of the wagon. The spy watched it and laughed like a maniac.

“Actually, you could say that the wounds were caused during the kidnapping. A few bruises and a few broken bones will suffice.”

The sound of joints breaking. Marion closed her eyes, thinking of the beating to come.

Beep-!!

It was then that the flute sounded.

The movement of the spy, who had raised his fist, stopped. The partition between the driver’s seat and the inside of the wagon opened, and a new voice was heard.

“I think things are wrong. Climb onto the wagon and assess the situation.”

“… Tsk.”

The partition closed again, and the spy’s eyes stared coldly down at Marion. Seeing the sadism in her eyes, Marion distorted her face.

“I’ll try to come back and continue my education.”

With a fishy laugh, the spy disappeared.

rattle.

The carriage continues on its way. Marion got up and found the mask that had fallen to the floor. There was a wall that hadn’t been completely demolished yet. Even if you pretend to be strong, the side of yourself you wanted to hide until the end was revealed, and the mask that hid that ugly side was over there.

Marion’s hand gripped the mask. Crumpled by the spy’s hands, the mask lost its original shape. Marion’s shoulders trembled as she held the mask in her hand, which could no longer be used on her face. A useless voice echoed in my head. It was as if the collapsed walls were being built up again.

no one is going to save you Who’s coming to rescue a bitch like you? useless year.

there’s nothing you can do Sit down and fawn on your father like you did back then.

One day, I heard the hateful words of my brothers. Just as she escaped then, Marion grabbed the mask and clung to it.

rattle.

The carriage shakes. Did it even accelerate? The flow of running seemed to have changed. And,

thud!

The sound of a horse neighing was heard, and the carriage recoiled violently. Marion managed to keep her balance and curled up in her seat.

The carriage was no longer moving. The wind blew in Marion’s face. He bowed his head. And in my ears, I heard a voice that I had been longing for. Marion denied it. She denied that there was no way she could hear the voice now, but the voice remained as a clear echo and lingered in her ears.

“Hang in there.”

—

Maxim walked. The knight of Beninga, who was wary of himself and put his hand on the hilt of his sword, had no choice but to freeze in place with a face as if he had been hit in the back of the head as Maxim walked past him.

“This bastard… .”

The knight growled, but Maxim’s ears did not hear such trifles. Maxim’s eyes could only see the carriage, and his ears had blocked out all other sounds to catch her voice if he might hear it.

Marion.

At the name he remembered, Maxim’s heart grew frighteningly cold. The beating of his heart was beating so fast that he could clearly feel it even under the hood, apart from the coldness of his heart. Every step was too far. My heart had already opened the door of the carriage, but my steps had not yet come close to the carriage.

He grabbed the carriage door and opened it without delay.

Marion.

she was there with your body curled up. Her ebony hair was disheveled, as if someone had deliberately grabbed and ruined it for some reason, and her clothes were crumpled in places and stained with filth. Above all, the crumpled mask held weakly in his hand explained the situation.

My heart seemed to stop for a moment.

My first feeling was relief. And in the place where that very brief moment of relief had swept through his heart, a far-deep hole had been pierced and the emotions of injustice were pouring out.

My heart swelled with all sorts of emotions. And what remained in the end was infinitely deep guilt, sorry, and affection.

I’m sorry I’m late, I missed you, it was very difficult.

I wanted to get closer. I wanted to tell you that I’m fine now. But now I couldn’t do that. So, the only thing Maxim could do was a short word that contained all of that and trembled minutely according to the beating of his heart.

“Hang in there.”

The voice of Maxim Appart, not the voice of the dark-haired knight, Arsene Vern, escaped through her lips. The natural voice he had been making for a long time was unfamiliar to him. Maxim closed the carriage door again and left. It would be safest in the wagon now.

The one who greeted Maxim was a knight who drew a sword from the hilt and glared at him. Unusual momentum was emanating from the knight’s body. As if boasting that he was a strong man who was different from those whom Maxim had cut down so far, Mana was circling around the knight, forming a vicious spirit.

“You ruined everything.”

The article cut off his haste like that. I thought that the hand holding the hilt was overly strong, but the rest of the posture was flawless. Maxim’s posture contrasted. A longsword wielded with one hand. And the thick, disgustingly blatant smell of blood that emanated from that long sword.

“You bastard, my plan, and the mission he gave, the grand plan… !”

The knight’s angry voice turned into the wind and roared. Maxim’s hood flutters. The jet-black eyes that flashed beneath them met the eyes of the knight. The knight raised his sword. The marking technique of Beninga’s swordsmanship was reproduced in that hand. The tip of the sword faces the enemy. His legs are like the roots of Mount Tai, and his body is like the bamboo sticking out of it. It shakes but is straight.

The black dead eyes recognized the rider and took on a deeper light.

“indeed.”

I think I know what kind of guy is playing tricks.

It was petty. He must be trying to kidnap Marion to lure him out of hiding somewhere. If you could only take one person, taking Marion would have been the easiest and most effective option.

Maxim laughed to the fullest at the greatness of the count that the knight was talking about. enemy. An enemy who cannot live with the same sky. Count Gireco became such an opponent to Maxim.

“Don’t kill me. I will kill you, turn this castle into ruins, and present your head to the Count with hostages. Your true identity will be known if you divide and kill your five bodies and then bring the supply and demand anywhere!”

The knight’s murmur turned into a murderous intent. Maxim calmly shook off the sticky murderous intent that clung to him. Now, if his anger was deeper than that knight’s, it would never be shallower.

Life spurted out from Maxim’s sword as well. In an instant, the knight’s murderous intent was overwhelmed by Maxim’s spewing. The knight’s footsteps were taken half a step back. At that moment, no more words were needed. The models of the two knights disappeared, and sparks flew in the air.

bang-!

The sound was heard once, but three new sword strikes were made in that interval. The spirit created by the clash of swords against each other left scars on the floor that looked like scratches.

That guy, that guy.

The knight’s reason was already dark. Following the path guided by the senses of the sword in his hand, he only moved to slit the throat of that rogue boat.

After the first blow, when the opponent showed signs of slowing down, the knight switched to a one-sided attack. Honest attacks using only sword strikes began to fly in from all directions. Maxim started blocking the approaching sword attack with minimal movement.

A heavy blow thrown down from above is not countered with force. Oily, smooth spills slipped a cleaving blow.

If a heavy attack was blocked or scattered, the breath of the swordsman would naturally be broken, but Benning’s sword did not collapse so easily. Even if the attack was blocked once, the next slash and thrust continued naturally as if the whole process was intended.

stupid guy You know how to stop the offensive simply by blocking it.

Maxim laughed inwardly as he was only in a hurry to stop the knight. Benning’s sword cannot be broken that way. Each of the countless swordsmanship was a fatal blow that ended life, and it was a sharp sword that could cut off limbs.

The sword attack continued. Finally, the upward sword attack from the bottom left a long knife mark on the opponent’s hood. The black eyes revealed between them still didn’t budge, but the knight was sure that sooner or later he would be able to pluck out those arrogant eyeballs with his own hands.

“You were running around with a sword that was nothing special.”

The article smirked. The black eyes, yes, were staring at the knight in a pitiful way.

“How insignificant is that grand plan ruined by that insignificant swordsman?”

Power entered the knight’s hands again. The heart continues to pump mana. It hasn’t even drawn power yet. There are thousands or tens of thousands of ways to end him.

“I’ll cut off that snout first.”

The blade cut through the opponent’s gap sharply. clogged The knight pushed the blocked sword as it was. An attacking stance is more advantageous than a defensive stance in a power struggle. The knight concentrated mana on his arm. The muscles swelled, and the force applied to the sword face increased to a formidable extent.

aww

Metal and metal meshed together, making the sound of the beast’s teeth grinding. Maxim’s body was pushed back. The knight did not miss the opportunity and continued the offensive.

next attack,

got stuck I thought it was a fairly sharp blow, but he moved his sword surprisingly quickly.

stab again.

The tip of the knife, which had been flying along an obvious trajectory, turned like a poisonous snake’s head and aimed at the guy’s side. To those eyes, the blade must have bent like a whip. As if he knew that the sword would change its trajectory and aim at him, he deflected the sword attack with skillful hand movements. An embarrassing tremble came to the knight’s arm for a moment.

lucky twice. Saying that there won’t be a third, the knight fired the sword again.

clogged clogged again

It was time for the defensive posture to be disturbed, but the bastard’s posture was not disturbed. The knight denied that fact and continued swinging his sword.

clogged It gets clogged again, and this time it leaks.

The knight’s face was distorted like a demon. The attack becomes swift and concise, to the extent that the arm is invisible. The skill of the knight rises as it is driven, and it gets closer to its own.

Attacks meant to inflict pain no longer centered on pain. It was changed to a clear and sharp attack to suffocate.

The flow of a knight’s life is contained in the sword. From the moment the knight began training Benning’s sword, the moment he received the sword directly from Leon Benning and was recognized as a family sword, and the moment he learned the sword directly from the count, the sword began to be included.

clogged spilled clogged again

Again, rise, bring out all your skills. The knight’s eyes begin to look beyond it. It was strange. I didn’t pull out the aura, but the knight’s sword was definitely full power. mind becomes impatient No, I had to focus on swordsmanship again.

It spilled, spilled, and now it didn’t reach at all.

When the knight came to his senses again, he found himself waving his hand in the empty air. The pitch-black abyss was watching from afar, with eyes that thought little of itself.

“ah… .”

The knight let out a breath. The gripped sword smelled of iron and dust. It can’t be. No way.

“I will kill you… !!”

The knight’s heart skipped a beat. Mana takes shape and manifests itself in the world. With a sound like a raging storm, the mana-squirting ring rotated violently in the knight’s heart.

He raised his sword. The knight’s aura was red. In the aftermath of the aura he pulled out, the road began to crack and crumble into pieces. A knight with a distorted expression like a savage man pointed a bright red aura blade at Maxim. Unstoppable. If you block it, you will be cut off with your sword.

so,

Shed.

The aura-clad knight’s sword swung with the force to devastate the city, but it did not reach. No matter how obvious the attack was, it did not reach properly. With a flutter, Maxim’s hood came off. The black eyes that could see more clearly seemed to be talking to him.

that it is useless

It was collapsing.

The knight’s aura shook. The scariest moment for the knight was approaching. negation of the sword. denial of time. Maxim gave the knight the most terrible words that could go through. The knight walked towards the abyss of despair on his own.

And when the knight realized all of that and burned the last remaining soul of himself to create a clear aura, Maxim moved.

“Bud tree.”

Its mouth recited the form of swordsmanship. The trail of the sword that the teacher had taught him for the first time, the flow of mana flowed along his body. No Aurors were needed. Originally, elves are a race that cannot create auras.

The sword of the forest creates fresh green. The storm caused by the frenzied red aura disappears without a trace. I could smell the wind blowing through the willow branches.

king.

short metallic.

That told the result of the first offensive. Maxim, who ate the aura and cut the knight’s sword to pieces, was holding the sword in the scabbard.

“You guys… how… .”

The words didn’t come through. Countless red lines continued over the knight’s body.

It was like watching a willow tree blowing in the wind.

—

It was dark.

Marion closed her eyes, covered her ears, and shut herself in the coming darkness. Outside it was noisy with chaotic noises, but the darkness was so deep that it began to encroach on Marion again.

The world was shaking. The wall that had originally collapsed was rebuilt in a thicker shape.

no.

The faint remaining self shouted. However, that fleeting cry did not reach Marion. The words “no” are not even echoed and are eaten by the coming darkness.

weak. He himself was so weak right now.

I just wanted to see the one person I missed so much.

“membrane… center… .”

“yes.”

A voice was heard. Are you hearing hallucinations? Is the darkness on the verge of being trapped at least showing mercy? Marion called out his name incessantly in a wet voice. If I don’t do that, I feel like this voice will cut off right away, I won’t be able to hear it anymore.

“Maxim… !”

“Marion.”

The answering voice was near. While denying, I wanted to affirm. Marion stretched her trembling hand up.

reach

he was Putting on a sloppy hoodie, he was looking at himself with those golden eyes that reminded him of the usual golden, warm sunset.

Marion’s eyes widened.

Focus returned to the unfocused eyes that were about to be eaten by the darkness. Her blue eyes, full of tears, clearly spoke of the reality that lay in front of her. The eyes, the feeling of touching the hand, were telling me.

“Maxim. Is that right? Is what I’m seeing right now?”

“yes. That’s right, Marion.”

sorry I am late.

At Maxim’s last words, Marion’s eyes finally burst into tears.