“Euaaahhh.”
An irritated voice pierced my ears.
“I can’t do this, I can’t do this anymore……! ”
The Lightning Child sat down at the base of the broken tree and swung his legs.
To be honest, his body was holding up.
A mixed blood between a Spirit King and a human.
“It’s true that I don’t need to sleep, and I don’t need to rest, because I’m not a normal human, but this is mentally exhausting!”
Zilp
Mouth set tightly shut.
A man with thick eyebrows tying bandages.
I keep complaining to the Sunrise Warrior.
“How many days has it been since you discovered that? It’s not that deep?”
Instead of answering, he examines the blade of his sword.
It hasn’t dulled yet.
It can still be swung.
Sunrise Warrior said, rising to his feet once more.
“Then get out.”
“No, now you’re talking like that..! You may have a personal grudge against me, but I don’t deserve that much from you.”
“If you’re not afraid of the future.”
The Lightning Child immediately shut up.
What’s more frightening than a great monster that doesn’t even flinch when lightning strikes.
Grandfell Claudi.
“……Whatever the rest of it was, it’s an absolute no-no!”
Grandfell, no matter how great that human is, he still can’t be so stiff in front of Zeus, the Spirit King of Lightning, right? It was times like these that he longed for the father he had never met.
The Lightning Child muttered under his breath.
“If only I had a real father.”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“Nothing!”
The child lamented.
The Sunrise Warrior shook his head, but quickly returned his attention to the battle, for he had no choice. This wasn’t some monster of the Arcana Continent that had nothing to do with him.
“I will end its life with my own hands.”
This was a youkai who might know the whereabouts of his home, the Eastern Continent.
The Sunrise Warrior steadied his breathing.
How many times had he been close to death in battle with this creature?
Sword Qi.
It seemed that the aura emanating from the experts of the Arcana Continent was slowly coming into his grasp. Suddenly, he remembered the conversation he had with Sword Saint Shegwin in the Spacetime Social Hall.
-“To rise to such a level through pure hard work, perhaps you should be grateful that you were not born on the Arcana Continent.”
The Sunrise Warrior reminded himself.
‘I don’t mind dying here.’
As long as I can face Sunrise at the end of the sword path, cut off its breath with my sword, and learn the truth about the Eastern Continent.
It can end here.
So he said sincerely to the Lightning Child
“It’s no joke. If you want to get out, get out.”
Clunk.
That was the moment when the Sunrise Warrior raised his sword.
For some reason.
A blindingly brilliant light was flooding the battlefield.
It wasn’t the kind of blindness only seen by those who are pushed to the limit, for the Lightning Child spoke as if he didn’t understand.
“Eh, huh?!”
The two men’s doubts didn’t last long.
A voice spoke out of the brilliant light.
No, because the ‘Light’ itself spoke.
“You have not forgotten your promise.”
The Sunrise Warrior realized in that moment.
It was Grandfell Claudi Arpheus Romeo.
Why him.
He was called Lee Hoyeol.
By another name.
‘Was it something like that?’
My life is
The Sunrise Warrior bowed gently.
“I finally get to meet you in person, Lord Lee Hoyeol.”