Chapter 676
Chapter 676
Yograd felt good
The succession battle that had been going on in Lovell has been extremely quiet lately as his position has become solidified as it has come to an end, and any enemies outside the kingdom are equally unsatisfactory. If he had achieved his goal in the meantime, it would not have mattered, but unfortunately, Yograd did not get what he truly desired until the moment he was called the Half-Dragon.
If her long-cherished desire had been the throne, she would have fought for her life with her two remaining brothers, but unfortunately, Yograd showed no interest in the throne and treated it as a burden.
There’s nothing you can’t use. But why bother if you don’t want to?
Since the two brothers were at a loss as to what to do with each other’s desire to be crowned, it was a problem that could be solved by just letting them do it themselves. Yograd truly believed that his long-cherished desire was more valuable and noble than such petty power struggles.
To do this, I was able to laugh and overcome the excruciating pain that penetrated my armor and dug into my abdomen.
“Huh!”
Unlike Yograd, who immediately pulled his leg back as soon as his shins collided with Eldmia, Yograd immediately attempted a knee kick using the recoil. Yograd, who thought that since he was an inspector of Itisel, he would have at most learned joint techniques, was truly impressed by the much more advanced fighting technique than he had expected.
“When the three countries say they will not intervene, they should have thought deeply about what that means.”
A whisper is heard, as if she knows all the stories she has heard as she passes through each country. At the same time, Eldmia’s two hands tightly grab the back of Yograd’s neck, and the iron bars that were blocking the two are shattered, and his knees fly in once again.
“Have you ever considered that it doesn’t mean that I don’t care if you run wild, but that I will pretend not to know even if you die by my hand?”
It felt like I was hit with a blunt metal object, not my knee. If it weren’t for Yograd, my ribs would have been shattered or my intestines would have burst from the blow.
In other words, it means that Yograd was able to hold out.
“Ugh!”
As Yograd, who did not lose her balance even after being hit in the face with a hammer-like knee, applied force, all the muscles from her lower body to her waist and even her trapezius muscles swelled in an instant. Eldmia, who had already considered Yekaterina’s great strength, held onto Yograd’s neck with both hands even more firmly.
It wasn’t just to crush her. If Yograd grabbed her two arms, he would keep her from releasing her grip, and if she tried to lunge or grab her torso, he would use her as a support to lift her body.
I’ve already confirmed that there are no noticeable hidden weapons. You won’t be able to draw your sword at this close range, so your options are limited.
The judgment was certainly not wrong, but it was not perfect either. Yograd, who had both arms pressed against his body, lifted his upper body with all his might, not moving his limbs.
Just like a bull that hits an obstacle in front of it and blows it far away, using only strength.
“crazy···!”
Even Eldmia, who was proud of being accustomed to the movements of the Transcendent beings as she began to display powers beyond those of ordinary humans, did not anticipate Yograd’s actions this time. As she watched Yograd, who was smiling cheerfully as the still-broken iron bars were torn off and lifted up, leaving her floating in the air for a moment, her thoughts were closer to bewilderment than confusion.
It’s not disadvantageous. If it were before, I would have sweated coldly the moment I was defenselessly floating in the air, but now I can swing my sword as much as I want. That’s why Eldmia checked on the delegation that hadn’t moved yet even though she and Yograd were fighting while the distance was already wide.
There is still no movement. No one even draws a weapon. I can’t see their expressions because they are covered by their helmets, but I can feel Yograd’s influence from their unmoving appearance.
“I wonder how well the black one will be used.”
At that moment, Yograd drew his sword, aiming at the falling Eldmia.
Unlike the standard swords commonly used in the kingdom, the one-handed sword, which was close to a wide gladius, was quick to come out of its scabbard, but it didn’t swing. It looked defenseless at first glance because it was falling through the air, and it was a perfect situation to swing the sword, but Yograd waited for Eldmia to fall to the range of her limbs, not her sword, as if he was taking it easy.
Eldmia didn’t miss it.
It was a sight that did not show even the slightest hint of murderous intent, but from Eldmia’s perspective, it was nothing more than an arrogant behavior without any understanding of the situation.
“Take your time?”
The resentment that arose from there exploded with the justification that the opponent had drawn his sword first.
From Yograd’s perspective, it’s not without its fair share of frustrations. He didn’t just float up, but he rose to the height of a two-story building with the iron gate ripped off. At this point, even if he were a warrior who could fly and crawl, he would have to worry about getting pierced by the bars that still held their shape when he fell, let alone swinging his sword.
The scenery that had been like that was shattered to pieces as Eldmia grabbed the sword on her waist and pulled it out.
It wasn’t a metaphor, it was real. The blade was pulled out of its scabbard and suddenly flew and broke the iron gate. The confident smile didn’t disappear, but Yograd’s eyes widened at the mysterious magic sword he had never seen before.
If that flies in, it might be dangerous.
The moment her instincts, which had survived the battlefield while crossing countless death lines, warned her of death, the swords that had been scattered like shards of broken glass came together and began to draw a clean arc.
Yograd didn’t know
Because she has become accustomed to jumping off the dragon so often, for Eldmia, falling is no longer a fall, but more like rushing towards the ground.
Before he properly learned swordsmanship, he was a paranoid person who practiced swinging his sword in every direction and position imaginable, buried in an obsession bordering on madness.
How could she know that Eldmia’s actions were originally intended to help her struggle in unfavorable situations, but she was rarely exposed because of her various skills, her high level of swordsmanship, and her preparedness to create the most favorable environment possible, as well as her reputation as a warrior?
It was the result of deeply engraved training rather than instinct that I was able to move my sword to block a blow that was swung in an unexpected direction in the unknown.
-Whew!
“Huh?!”
But even so, it was difficult to completely block the ‘upward slash’ attempted by the opponent who fell from the sky after exquisitely controlling the distance. Yograd barely managed to adjust his posture while looking back and forth between Eldmia, who turned her body like a cat and took a stance, and his own shoulder, which had a scapula wound left on it.
Regardless of the pose, my mind is in turmoil. You’re falling headfirst to the ground, and you’re swinging your sword? And the blow is just as heavy as swinging it on the ground, cutting through your armor and all?
I was embarrassed and laughed, but I didn’t have time to relax. Eldmia rushed in through the broken iron bars that were pouring down like rain.
“ha ha ha!”
My heart is pounding. I’m running so hard that I can hear the sound of my heartbeat in my ears, just like when I was running on a battlefield all day.
Even the simple swordsmanship without any flashiness is beautiful. Even though she gets a wound every time she blocks an attack, she can’t help but be amazed. The way she uses both the strength she must have as a warrior and the dragon’s blood that she only just got is so skillful that it’s beyond her imagination.
“Do you think the warrior is a dick? Are you showing off in front of me with such skills?”
That’s why Yograd could still smile as he watched Eldmia roughly push her away and stand there awkwardly. He deserved it.
Nothing has changed. Rather, the vague long-held desire has become more solid.
“My eyes were not wrong after all”
There are many strong people in the world. Yograd knows that much.
At one time, I didn’t know that fact, so I had a dream that I would only marry someone who was stronger or equal to me. After becoming stronger and stronger and realizing that there were many people stronger than me all over the world, I came to my own realization that strength and weakness and the presence or absence of power are not that important to humans.
The realization that the most important thing for a person is will. From that day on, Yograd’s ‘long-cherished wish’ changed its form a little.
“This feeling, this throbbing”
Yograd, the half-dragon of Lovell
Her dream is to protect the battlefield as a general, with a power so strong that she has no rivals in the world of Lovell, and with royal blood, ignoring the crown.
“This is love after all!”
Ironically, the dream was to live happily with the person I love and have a normal family life.
“Marry me, Eldmia!”
As it turned out, Yograd was born in a time when many people were born with the Dragon Blood, and grew up in a lonely environment where brothers and sisters washed each other’s blood with their own blood, so he longed for affection.
Because he was uniquely outstanding in it, Yograd felt the futility of power in an environment of abundance instead of feeling frustrated and skeptical in the midst of poverty and oppression. That was also the reason why he was able to kill his brothers who were after him with confidence based on his ability, solidify his own position, and carry out his will.
If you just run away, you won’t get what you want, and if you just stay still, you’ll just be used, so you use all your abilities to get what you want. This has been Yograd’s principle of behavior since the time his brain started to grow.
To obtain and maintain a happy family with my loved one solely through my own will.
I didn’t ask for much. I was confident that I could have everything I needed. That’s why I was convinced that anyone who had an unwavering will and could be with me was enough.
And the man in front of her had a stronger will than anyone she had ever seen.
Even strong. The more you look at him, the more handsome he looks! Seeing him help Catherine, who has many problems as a member of the royal family of a country, it is clear that he has a good heart!
Even if it included the bean pods in my eyes, it was inevitable that the thought that I would regret it for the rest of my life if I missed it became more and more solid with each passing moment.
The basic idea itself is similar to a princess waiting for a prince on a white horse, but the process of achieving it has been so corrupted by hegemony that it has evolved into a form where you can’t even find a trace of similarity, making it her own unique song of pure love…
To Eldmia, who knows nothing, it’s just madness.
“Fuck, how come there aren’t any normal people around me if I let my guard down even just a little bit···”
Like everyone else, Eldmia didn’t like crazy people.
No one knew whether it was born out of hatred for one’s own race or common sense.