Sword Pilgrim

Chapter 211

Episode 211

Even adults who have enjoyed an era cannot avoid death.

Just as it is natural for a flower to wither and die after blooming, it is a natural providence for it to bloom and wither.

Just as an animal leaves its skin when it dies, and a person leaves a name when it dies.

A mortal who stands before death wants to leave something behind at the end of his death.

Proof that he was alive.

“I don’t know why. We can only say that such is the natural instinct of weak human beings in the face of the great providence of death.”

I listened in silence to Demitri’s muttering with a bitter face.

death.

I looked at Demetri again at that familiar yet unfamiliar word.

The walls of the cave were reddish from the dark but subtle bonfire, and the temperature inside was warm.

Demetri’s face, warming by the fire, was covered with thick eyebrows and beard, but between them I saw dry wrinkles and cloudy eyes.

A decrepit old man who would not be surprised if he died soon. I thought that was what Demetri looked like objectively.

He was about to die.

“The world only teaches us the value of life and the etiquette of the dead. It doesn’t teach you how to accept death. Why do you think so?”

I thought about Demetri’s question.

I thought it might be a reason based on instinct.

Humans, and all living things, instinctively fear death.

Some people have temporary feelings that suppress them for a while, but in general, they are afraid of death.

This is a creature’s instinct.

“Because I am afraid.”

“okay. right. it’s because i was scared I also think this is God’s consideration. The emotion of fear If you don’t have the emotion of fear, wouldn’t you use it insignificantly or harm others without knowing how precious your life is? I thought God did it out of love for his creation.”

Just as it is easy to harm people but difficult to save them, there are divine arrangements in every corner of our lives.

Those who follow him try to realize the consideration and love of God that permeates their lives.

Because knowing the will of God is the same as knowing the truth.

“But now I don’t know. Isn’t there such a word originally? There is no business in front of the years. As time passes, the brave general who shed hot blood disappears, leaving only the old man who stays away from the turmoil and battlefield.”

crackle.

Smoke from a burning bonfire is dizzying.

The softly burning fire swayed to and fro with one sigh of his.

It seemed as if he was mocking Demetri, who had become prodigious in the face of time.

There is an old saying like this.

‘The sword is infinite, but the people are finite.’

It was a story that the sword’s path is endless, but human life is short compared to that.

Demetri’s present day was like that.

Compared to other long-lived species, humans have a lifespan equal to that of an instant.

An existence that burns more strongly to live a life like a flame that quickly burns and then fades like a match.

“The reason why flowers are beautiful is because they bloom and wither in an instant.”

If it blooms endlessly, you don’t even know how beautiful it is, and you pass by like a lush weed that always blooms on the roadside.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

That’s why I decided to make a sanctuary.

“The words of those who have become adults are similar. Do you know anything?”

“I know roughly.”

The end of adults is divided into three parts.

Simply put, forever. Holy land. relic.

Entering into eternal sleep while retaining the power of a god that has been nurtured throughout life.

The first thing to do is to die and fall asleep while praying to meet God.

It is a path that the majority of saints chose with their first intentions, but it is a path that only a small number of adults with great skills and aspirations and unwavering faith walk.

And the second is the Holy Land.

Those who feel that there is some hesitation or lack in seeing God try to repent of their sins in their later years.

By doing so, the area is made holy so that the power of God can reach even a little more on the continent.

It’s easy to understand if you think of Fatalite in the sinking forest in the north.

And finally the third.

It is the Holy Relic that approaches with a mind similar to those who make the Holy Land.

They are the ones who try to make holy relics with the power they have spent their entire lives on.

It is also a slightly different case from the adults described above.

‘Anyone who wants to make a holy relic…’

They are also the ones who noticed the secret of God a little bit.

“You’re probably guessing too. Those who try to make holy objects are usually people who have no face to face. Even so, they are double-minded people who are afraid of death and want to let people know that they are alive.”

“….”

“But still, I want to make it. I’m not as strong as the great warriors of a thousand years ago. Even if you are called a saint, in the end you are just a human being.”

I was at a loss for words at the calm self-deprecation.

Pope Demetrius.

Although he is the pope of a small country, his anecdotes are difficult to dismiss simply.

His name never went unnoticed on the battlefield, and during his heyday, the Empire kept a close eye on him, and he was a person who was vigilant and respectful at the same time.

When such a person disparaged himself, saying that he was also a mere human after all, he had nothing to say.

It’s not because I didn’t say something that was so wrong.

“So it’s a holy thing?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t there a holy map? If you turn the land you want into a holy land, future generations will look up to you even more.”

“Everyone does that. It’s something any adult can do. It’s nothing short of boring. I want to die with achievements that are difficult for any adult to achieve.”

“…”

A roar.

Demetri’s face shook as she lit the campfire with a tinder.

I couldn’t tell if it was because of the shaking of the reddish fire or if his expression had changed.

“If you are a gray renegade, you know roughly what I mean.”

Not the eyes of an old man who was dying, but the eyes of an old veteran who had lived his entire life on the battlefield.

For a while, the two looked at each other eye to eye.

It was the setting sun and the rising moon.

A strange tension hung between the two.

Along with the aura of an adult that slowly spreads out, Colius also showed a little bit of his energy.

Whoops.

The bonfire was extinguished by the momentum of the two who lifted it up a little.

The cave was engulfed in darkness.

“…Do you want to become a god?”

In the silence of strange air currents.

Callius’ voice pierced the silence.

“Hehehehe. I think I have some idea why the gods want to kill you. You quickly approached the taboo truth.”

“It’s even taboo.”

The secret story of the birth of those who are now called gods is the same as the birth of arms.

The first sword is the holy sword.

The first armor is the holy grail.

The fact that the first person who made the sword and armor became a god is understandable if you think about it.

of course.

It’s not like making a simple sword and armor for the first time makes you a god.

“I want to create something new for myself, but I don’t want to become a god. It’s just the greed of the last old man. To put it in moderation, it’s a combination of both.”

“You can make both sides and sides, but why do you need my help for that?”

“It’s kind of like a feeling. There are things you feel when you live a little longer. I just saw that in you.”

“May I refuse?”

I was just a little intrigued.

If it took a long time, I didn’t want to help. Because I didn’t want to lose time in a small cave at a time when the continent was confused.

He is a little greedy for the sacred object he will create, but has no other emotions.

He was also the first person I saw today.

There is no reason to help.

“of course. But I will make you an offer you cannot refuse.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“I will help Carpe.”

“….”

“The relic created will also be yours.”

It’s a pretty unconventional condition.

“How are you helping?”

“My breath still touches the Federation. However, as an oracle is an oracle, it cannot stop all the countries belonging to the federation. At least, it would be a bit of a delay.”

“hmm.”

Carpe, who had to deal with the Empire and the Principality, became the enemy of the entire continent.

Since it happened because of one of Colius, there is also a considerable sense of debt.

I couldn’t help but be tempted by the fact that it relieved me a little.

“I understand that making a holy relic takes quite a bit of time.”

“It won’t take long. I don’t have much time left, so I’m going to go short and bold.”

About a week at most.

“It’s short.”

“For an old man who is dying, even a week must be a very difficult and long time.”

but.

“It will be the most brilliant time of my life.”

“What are you going to make?”

“That’s for you to decide.”

“yes?”

“I will make a relic for the renegade. So, of course, you have to decide.”

Colliers was quite taken aback.

It will become a holy relic that he will make by risking his entire life.

If even that fails, I will just have to wait for death, but to make something for others that I would risk my life for.

It is also for those who have seen it for the first time in their lives. Words that cannot be said without being crazy.

But rather, it was a word that could be seen as a true saint.

“I die after making a sacred object. Isn’t it a sacred object made for others rather than for myself?”

But Colius’ eyes were sharpening.

“The gods are probably wary. The power you embrace is a wide vessel that can contain the weapons of all gods. I will be a grain of wheat to you.”

‘…this old man. It’s a wild dream.’

Demetri’s reverent words even showed a sense of sublimity.

But Colliers could feel it.

The elaborate desire of the dying old man nestled in the created sublimity. He hid his expression well in the dark with the lights off, but he couldn’t do anything about the implied energy.

Right.

When he snapped his fingers, the bonfire that had been extinguished burned again as if it had never happened.

As the reddish fire dispelled the darkness, the faces of old and young could be seen.

The young and the old looked at each other and smiled warmly.

“What can I make?”

Callius pondered for a moment before answering.

“A sword sheath would be nice.”

“It’s a sword case… very nice!”

There must have never been a person who made a sword sheath.

Demetri smiled contentedly and immediately began to sit cross-legged.

“You’re thinking of a scabbard that doesn’t matter in shape, right?”

“of course.”

“Yes, because you are a body that is not subject to the courtship of armed forces. However, since the beginning was a sword, the shape of the sword would be better. nice very good.”

The creation of holy objects is not easy.

Just as a sword is made from a corpse, an adult transforms into an object imbued with new forms and powers with the strength and body he has accumulated throughout his life.

The most important thing is, of course, the heart.

Speaking of the time of the week, it must also be a preparation period to settle the mind to achieve the sacred object.

In the meantime, Callius has been steadily building the structure and strength of the sacred object by his side. And it’s just a matter of renewing your beliefs.

“Please take care of me.”

“It is an honour.”

Seeing Demetri immediately close her eyes and fall into meditation, Callius put a smile on his lips.