Sword Pilgrim

Chapter 240

Episode 240

As soon as Esther came to her senses and woke up, the sound she heard was a familiar voice from a woman she had never heard before.

“Because of this, my father will die.”

Startle.

Esther squeezed the sword in her hand.

death.

The sadness of the time it gave could not be filled with anything.

Esther could not get used to death even though she had the sword she was most familiar with.

So, at the words of her reciting death, I caught Sullivan without even realizing it.

Soon, the subject is Callius.

I could tell that the person who said this was Emily from the future.

Esther lay still.

I overheard their story.

“You mean I will die because of the holy sword?”

“huh. die. So I can’t give it to you.”

Respect only for my father.

I was sure because it was Esther who had taught Emily herself and she knew the relationship better.

The woman who appears now is Emily.

Then, she arrives in the dangerous forest from the future and has a holy sword.

I mean.

‘In the future, Colius is dead… Emily is trying to stop that future.’

If I had said this to someone, it would have been dismissed as nonsense, but it was possible because this place was a ‘dangerous forest’.

From the time I was mentioned as a candidate for sainthood, this is the place I was tired of hearing about from the pope.

It is a dangerous forest.

The Pope and Sullivan had strange experiences here when they were young.

A place where the time axis is distorted and you see people you can’t see and see things you shouldn’t meet.

Dangerous Forest.

‘You die. Callius is.’

How does Colius, who seems like he will never die, die?

Esther felt her tears fill up just by imagining it.

There is nothing in this world more saddening than the death of someone close to you.

If his death was because of the holy sword.

one’s own responsibilities

Are you the one who invited me to find the holy sword?

“How am I going to die?”

Emily answered Colliers’ question.

“I die with dozens of arrows, spears, and swords stuck in my back.”

Emily said in a painful voice, as if she didn’t want to think about it again.

Colliers thought.

The death she says is after finding the holy sword in the dangerous forest.

I don’t know when it will be, but if I died with countless weapons stuck in my back, it’s probably one of two things.

‘It must be corrupted or bought.’

They must be the messengers who come to kill themselves in accordance with God’s will, or the ones who said something about the corruption at the beginning.

Whether it’s an apostle or a fall, there’s enough justification to kill yourself.

But that alone isn’t enough.

This is not conceit.

Colliers sincerely thought so.

If he died, he would die fighting fiercely.

I was puzzled by that.

Why did he die with his back turned to the enemy?

Callius looked at Emily as she grew up.

A face that really resembles Ailee.

It is her face that comes to mind.

“Why did I turn my back on them?”

At that question, Emily bit her lower lip.

“…”

There are no words.

Keep your head down.

Judging by Emily’s reaction, she probably died trying to protect something.

Other than that, there was no way he would turn his back on the enemy.

And what Colius was risking his life to protect was probably.

‘It must be Emily.’

Did you die protecting your daughter?

But in the end, he died like a father.

Thinking about it made me smile.

“What happened after I died?”

“…The world became peaceful as if nothing had happened. Fight, reconcile, kill and save as usual. It was.”

However, even so, the Dragon Demon War did not end, and the continent of mankind continued to be devastated, and innocent deaths continued one after another.

A child grows up to become a knight.

As long as the knight leaves the battlefield, returns, marries, has a child, runs to the battlefield again, and never returns.

The war never ceased.

People sought God more than ever before, and extreme swords appeared here and there.

Thinking of the gods who would be happy to see that, Emily was enraged.

“This world is the playground of the gods. We were nothing more than swords that were nurtured and nurtured by playing with the boards they made.”

But that wasn’t what Colliers wanted to hear.

Shaking my head, I was about to say something… but then I shuddered.

“You asked what was going on.”

“I…”

He sighed.

Big eyes roll down your cheeks.

Tears soaking the dirt floor pooled at the tip of my chin.

What the father asked of the daughter was not the world, but the daughter’s story.

Emily laughed while crying like a child.

“I miss you.”

Callius was speechless at the sight of Emily wiping away tears with the back of her hand holding the sword. And smiled bitterly.

“Even though she has grown, she is still a child. A grown-up wife needs to cry so much to write.”

Fatalite looked sad for no reason in the face of Colius, who smiled bitterly.

than your own death. It was because he seemed sad because he could see the ups and downs of the years my daughter must have been through.

“You’ve grown a lot.”

Colius walked without hesitation to Emily’s front.

grew a lot taller

He handed over Emily’s black hair, which was one head shorter than her own, and wiped away the endless tears with a handkerchief.

“Who did you get the sword from?”

“Holy Lady.”

“A saint?”

Callius looked at Esther and realized it wasn’t her.

“You got it from Stella.”

“huh.”

“I see.”

Is that how it continues?

Stella, who went to the dangerous forest, left the holy sword to the right person and disappeared.

But it must be Emily.

‘I don’t know anything about my death or your life.’

but.

If you knew everything, there wouldn’t be such a boring life.

“Emily.”

“huh.”

“I don’t care if you don’t give me the holy sword.”

“I won’t give it.”

“But if I don’t take the holy sword, you’ll be here forever. Isn’t it?”

“….”

Another name for the dangerous forest is the frozen forest.

You won’t be hungry if you stay here. doesn’t get old There is no day or night because the passage of time is not felt.

The reason why Stella wanted to keep the Holy Sword here was to be able to retrieve it at any time.

No matter what era it is, so that the holy sword can be recovered so that it will not be damaged.

“Emily. If you didn’t want to hand the holy sword to you, you’d have to leave this forest. If so, the holy sword will disappear in the future time you are in. I will never be able to hold the holy sword in my hand.”

But Emily didn’t.

Rather, he came looking for Colius.

A few things can be guessed from it.

“Tell me a few hypotheses. If it is true, admit it honestly.”

“…”

“There are two reasons why you are here holding the holy sword and not going out of the forest.”

Is there a reason you can’t go? Before I go, I have something to say to Colliers.

“Or both.”

Emily was speechless.

“Sometimes such people come to this forest.”

Occasionally because the time axis is jumbled and the flow of time is not felt.

“People who are afraid of death often come. Because here even the wound that leads to death stops its progress.”

Of course it’s not perfect.

It would be more accurate to say that progress is slow rather than completely stopped.

“Stella is a smart person. He is a person who sees the cause rather than his feelings. No matter how much she acknowledged you, she wouldn’t have entrusted the holy sword to you if you hadn’t met the conditions she thought of.”

One of the suitable people Stella thought would be someone who would never leave the forest.

It should have been met.

And the one who can’t leave the forest is one of them. If you leave the forest, you’ll die or there’s someone you need to meet in the forest.

Perhaps Emily was both.

“Is that right?”

“…that’s right.”

“Who are you?”

“Balterus. I betrayed him.”

Then he pulled back his jacket, revealing his breasts.

her heart was dying.

Balterus’ Sacred Punishment.

It was evidence of betrayal.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I hate God.”

“It is foolish.”

This is a kind of curse that cannot be controlled with the power of Colius.

‘I can’t.’

A curse that cannot be undone by the power of a weak demigod. Emily, whose heart is starting to die, will still be in excruciating pain. Then he must have come to think of the perilous forest.

‘It’s my fault.’

It is the fault of the father who died leaving his daughter alone, and the sin of the ugly father who made him hate God because of it.

Emily has no choice.

Or die waiting for the heart to die. There is no choice but to stay stagnant here, protecting the forest for several time periods in a dangerous forest.

“Emily.”

“I’m okay. Even if I go back to that time, my choice will be the same.”

Callius looked at Emily, who pretended to be calm, and told her a story.

“When believers die, they return to the bosom of the gods. There, the choices differ depending on the karma of the past life.”

Most of it is the circulation of the soul.

If you are suitable, you will be corrupted, and if you are satisfied, you will become an apostle and become the sword of God.

However, a traitor is different.

“What did you turn into?”

“The scabbard.”

However, there is no god of sword sheath in the future.

Then Emily’s death would not be a simple death.

‘Perhaps it will fall.’

but.

he is here now

“Emily. Give me the holy sword.”

“I can’t.”

“It is to save you.”

“I can die. But my father can’t. never let it go like that.”

“Who do you resemble to be so stubborn?”

“You must be like your father.”

“I have to take it, though.”

“If you want to have it, there will be no other way than to take it away.”

“Do you have yourself?”

“If it’s my current father, that’s enough.”

through.

An intangible sword spirit rose beside Emily. Martial swords like Fatalite’s swordsmanship.

Numerous martial swords filled the surroundings, including the five or more that Fatalite had pulled out.

“Do you know what the holy sword’s unique ability is?”

The unique ability of the holy sword.

It is very simple and powerful.

“To cut.”

The unique ability of the holy sword is cutting.

A sword that cuts through people, the earth, and the sky no matter what it is.

holy sword.

Balterus.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Father’s death.”

A shadow falls on Emily’s face as she speaks sternly.

Martial swords floating around resonate and bring out the battle posture.

Seeing this, Callius closed his eyes.

Perhaps she never forgot a single day. The spear and arrow that killed Colius. and sword.

How many dead lines did he have to go through to get revenge on them?

Callius replied, feeling the weight on his shoulders.

“Then I’ll cut you too.”

Callius slowly drew his sword from its scabbard.

And he aimed his sword at his daughter, who had draped dozens of swords.

“Death to you.”