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Chapter 409 Side Story Chapter 29 The Boy and The Sword (3)

The boy accepted the priestess’ offer.

Surprisingly, the priestess, who annoyed the boy, presided over the oath of the paladin as a bishop.

The ceremony was held in the presence of several priests of the God of Light who came to hear the rumor of a boy wielding a shining sword.

It was a bizarre vow ceremony in which strange firecrackers were fired at the night sky.

At the end of the ceremony, the boy stepped forward.

The final procedure remained.

[Are you really going to do it?]

The sword asked.

It was a worried voice.

“Yes.I’ve never been educated anyway, so I don’t know what the nobles say. I’ll just say what I want to say.”

[No… … .]

the sword wanted to say that it wasn’t the problem.

It wasn’t a matter of speech and formality.

But before the sword could stop the boy, he fell to his knees and put his hands together.

The boy prayed to God.

“Strength must be wielded.”

It was more of a declaration than a prayer.

“That’s the only way to shine with value.”

The power of the God of Light was enormous.

The boy taking the vows thought so.

But the God of Light did not move.

It wasn’t swung.

When used correctly, a mighty power that could save countless people, perhaps even all of the continent, was silently asleep.

“If God doesn’t want to wield that power, I will wield it. In a way, that benefits people.”

It was an extraordinary prayer.

If it were any other popular religion, there would be nothing to say even if the boy had his wrists and ankles cut off and tied to a pole and burned at the stake.

However, the priests who worshiped the God of Light did not care at all.

On the contrary, they were very happy with the words the boy had mentioned several times, ‘I will wield it’.

It seems that the boy was trying to wield the shining sword and they liked it.

Feeling like a student waiting for his turn to be beaten, the sword looked at the night sky.

It thought that lightning might fall on the boy’s head at any moment.

But the lightning did not fall.

God heard the boy’s prayer and did not respond.

* * *

The boy became a paladin after that.

The next day, the boy went out of the city walls.

On a dark and gloomy day with rain clouds, the boy ran towards the goblins alone.

The battle has begun.

A showdown between thousands of goblins and one boy.

The difference in power was overwhelming, but the battle composition was the exact opposite.

Each time the boy’s sword was swung, it flashed and exploded.

Up to this point, most of the people defending the city had seen it once or twice.

The rain clouds cleared

Just a little.

The bright sunlight fell through the rain clouds.

The sun was shining right on the boy.

As the boy moved, the sunlight followed the boy.

In a dark world, the boy shines alone

He moved alone and seemed to exist alone.

The people on the wall were thrilled, feeling the presence of a god at the surreal sight.

The goblins fled from the mysterious dazzling light and the occasional exploding sword.

The boy’s story quickly spread through the songs of the minstrels.

Soon, the story of the boy paladin covered the continent.

A righteous and glorious knight of light.

A hero who wears flashing swords and flashing armor to save people and defeat villains and monsters.

The boy roamed the continent without a single day off to help people.

As a result, his heroic stories began to pile up.

His heroic stories, which were handed down in the form of short stories, piled up and piled up to become a thick book.

People could always smile when talking about the Knight of Light.

The impeccable hero jumped into any danger without hesitation.

The songs made with the deep favor of the minstrels were all mysterious and exciting.

At every tavern, a song was heard praising the boy’s heroic story.

In the town square, a troupe playing a heroic story of the boy entertained people by performing a different heroic story every day.

It became a daily routine for the children to gather in front of the plaza every day to watch the performance of the troupe.

“Wow!”

The children cheered as they saw the host on stage.

Occasionally, there were even adults who screamed like children.

The host smiled contentedly at the enthusiastic response and explained about today’s play.

People’s cheers grew louder.

Numerous stories of the Knights of Light.

Among them, the greatest and most dramatic story, the story of finding out the doppelganger that engulfed the subterranean city, and slaying even the Great Demon who was behind it, was the play prepared by the theater company today.

* * *

“Is it over?”

[Yes.]

The sword answered.

Hearing the answer, the boy knelt down on the floor as if torn apart.

The wobbly legs could no longer support the boy.

His pants caught on fire and began to burn.

There was a sea of fire all around.

Engulfing the boy’s surroundings and even the entire city.

[That is amazing. It is doubtful whether this is a phenomenon that only one human can create. It would be impossible for even the greatest wizard to do this.]

The technique the boy named the Sword of Light swept the surroundings with light and heat.

No matter how mighty the Great Demon was, it could not stand this light.

It was a light with divine power.

The Great Demon has disappeared without leaving a trace.

Only the pattern of the huge magic circle that summoned the Great Devil remained.

It is a pattern that symbolizes the God of Harvest.

The boy remembered the divine name.

It was a god who wanted to intervene directly beyond spreading its ideals in the human world.

Divine intervention in itself could not be a problem.

But it was a different story if the god incited demons to slaughter people.

The boy’s eyes were full of the burning mess of the city.

Due to the dwarves’ building skills and abundant mineral resources, the city that once boasted the best fortress on the continent has now been completely ruined.

This city will soon collapse and crumble.

[You saved the people. If the Great Demon had gone out, one or two kingdoms would have just been wiped out.]

The sword comforted the boy.

What the sword said was true.

But it was also true that the boy who destroyed this beautiful city.

It was also true that he burned the survivors hiding in the city with his own hands.

[There is always an unavoidable sacrifice.]

said the sword.

The boy did not affirm the sword’s words.

“There is no such thing.”

The boy thinks all this devastation is because he was lacking.

People would not have died if the Great Demon could have been killed with a single slash.

[Impossible. Humans have limits. No matter how great you are, you can’t save everyone.]

said the sword.

The boy noticed that the sword’s words overlapped with those of others.

That’s a word he’s heard a lot.

A lot of times.

“I’ll make it. Someday.”

* * *

The boy has now become a continental celebrity.

A force has emerged to harm the boy.

The forces collided with the boy’s support base.

The boy’s support base was the people themselves.

People started to collide.

A new line was drawn between people.

Those who support the boy and those who slander him.

Those with vested interest and none.

The rich and the poor.

The nobles and lowly.

There were people who supported and loved the boy although they were aristocrats, wealthy and had vested interests.

Conversely, there were people who were jealous of the boy even though they had nothing.

But the line was drawn.

People split up and started fighting.

They made their position clear to survive and win.

In the face of the great harbinger of war, the boy had to go out on his own to prevent a great sacrifice.

The war didn’t happen.

Kings and nobles hated the boy, but their men loved him.

Enough to throw away the existing system they belonged to.

In the complex flow, the people surrounding the boy were reborn as a new class.

They became the cornerstones of a new kingdom.

The boy became a kingdom.

* * *

The king stroked his long beard.

He left it for the solemn look, but now he’ll have to cut his beard short.

It was just like when he was a boy.

The kingdom barely escaped a long period of chaos.

It was a new kingdom that reorganized the class hierarchy and existing laws and order.

There could be no confusion.

There are too many rats in the world who want to take advantage of the law, no matter how noble the will, to increase their belly.

The king realized.

That no one can be perfect.

No matter how sympathetic you are and dedicated to peace they are.

Although he had brilliant visions in his past, he wasn’t sure what his future would be.

Laws and systems will not be perfect before time either.

It is humans who maintain and repair it after all.

Since it is man-made, man will find a gap.

No matter how perfect a law, with a little modification It becomes an evil method to harasses people.

“Haa.”

The king felt his limits.

He studied and researched a lot.

He tried to care for the kingdom, end chaos, and usher in an era of peace.

The king still had great power and symbolism.

The people’s support was strong, and the officials still did not forget their respect for the king.

But there were still limitations.

The king recognized that he had become the cog of a gigantic sculpture called a kingdom.

Although he was a much larger and more important cog than other cogs, it was no different than an accessory belonging to the sculpture in the end.

There was bound to be a limit to what the cog could do.

The question of whether it was the best for the king to be loved and praised had tormented the king for a long time.

The king, who finally ended the chaos and brought stability to the kingdom, could only decide today.

The king arranged for his succession.

His heir did not have his own blood, but he was the most reliable person.

He was a wise man, a brilliant manager, and one who knew that the king could return at any time.

After making all his preparations, the king found his friend whom he had not sought for a long time.

His own friend had been waiting for him for a long time, stuck in the scabbard.

[Long time no see, little boy.]

“If you still call me a little boy, you might be thrown into the furnace for insults.”

The sword laughed.

The old king also smiled after a long time.

[Yeah, what’s going on?]

The sword asked as if insignificant.

It’s like asking a friend you separated with just yesterday.

“I’m thinking of wandering again.”

[What about the throne?]

“I left it to someone who was better than me.”

Although he will not be a king who will receive a lot of love and support from the people, he will become a capable king.

He may even be able to lead the kingdom better than the king himself.

On the other hand, the king himself.

He could have saved far more people by walking around the continent with a sword than sitting on a throne and doing government affairs.

To say that an individual’s wanderings are more beneficial to the peace of the continent than the government affairs of the kingdom sounds like nonsense at first glance, but it is a different story if the individual’s force exceeds the human category.

[Ehyo, if you’re tired of being king, just retire and enjoy wealth and glory. Why are you trying so hard again?]

The sword clicked its tongue and said.

But its voice was very bright and light, unlike the words.

“So, would you like to join me? Just like back then when I was still young.”

The sword paused for a moment before answering.

[of course.]

The king, no, the boy, now an old man, smiled brightly and put the sword around his waist.

[So, have you decided where to go first?]

The old man answered the sword’s question.

“I want to go to the highlands of the Blue Mountains.”

[Why there? Did the God of Light give you an oracle?]

“No, that’s not it.”

The oracle of the God of Light does not come down easily.

Even an old man who had been active as a paladin of the god for a long time had never experienced it a few times.

[Then why do you want to go there, it’s just so damn far away.]

“Well, it’s just my intuition pointing to it.”

The old man said it was his intuition, and he gave a somewhat absurd answer.

The sword spoke as if he was terrified.

[Intuition? Do you do prophecy now? Do you, by any chance, have some kind of supernatural power?]

“Well, maybe.”

The old man smiled and passed.

He feels that way these days.

He could guess the future.

He sees a place farther than his field of vision.

He can see a person’s honest heart.

It was strange, but the old man decided not to care.

He had abilities that might help save people.

“Do you know what lies on the summit plateau of the Blue Mountains?”

asked the old man.

The sword thought it was very fortunate to be able to answer this question.

The eastern end of the continent.

The highlands of the Blue Mountains where human footsteps have been cut off because of their high and rugged nature.

There are races that are separated from the world and live peaceful lives in their own world.

[If the rabbits aren’t extinct, it’ll be exactly what I remember.]