The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

Bardo stared quietly at the landscape on the shores of Ova.

It is the third day of my stay at the Linz Castle residence.

My back pain healed a little and I was able to get up, so I rode Stabolos out for a walk.

Stabolos seemed happy to have his husband on his back.

Before I went on the trip, I was a retired horse, and since I went on the trip, I let him carry all my luggage, so I can't help it.

I wonder how old you were.

I tried to speak to her, but of course she didn't respond.

Bardo tried to follow his memory.

Idra gave me Stabolos the year she daughter-in-law (or) to Coendella.

That is four thousand two hundred and forty-one years.

Stabolos turned two that year.

Now, because it is four thousand two hundred and seventy years, then twenty-nine years are the calculations that have passed.

Are you thirty-one years old now?

I've lived a long time.

The lifespan of a horse a person keeps is about twenty years, and a wild horse is about half of it.

Rarely do some horses live for more than forty years, but they still live a lot longer because one horse younger than Stabolos is old and dead after another.

After all, I kept asking what your name meant.

When he gave me this horse, Idra said, "The meaning of the name is a secret."

That means something, but I've never asked that.

We spent so much time together.

Illustration/Mr Kudari

2.

Idra was born in four thousand two hundred and twenty-six.

Bardo was fourteen at that time, his fourth year as a graduate of Idra's grandfather, Elzella Tercia.

Idra missed Bardo more than her parents, more than her sixteen-year-old brother, more than any of her samurai.

Bardo adored Idra, who grew up so fast, in his own way.

In other words, they took Noyama around.

The wild mountains on the border are dangerous places, even if they are not.

It is precisely the territory of Pacra, ruled by the Tercians, which is an extraordinary danger zone, situated at the cleavage of the Great Barrier and hovered by the Warcraft and its influenced beasts.

Baldo, of course, had the power to distinguish between a truly dangerous place and one that was not, and Baldo, who became a righteous knight at the age of twenty, was in the elite Tercian family and had already been recognized as the owner of the drained martial arts.

Nevertheless, there were constant voices to worry about, but Idra, always,

"What Bardo will protect"

I said and laughed.

Aside from the danger, Noyama was a great teacher and an endless playground.

Idra grew fast and Bardo encouraged further training.

When Idra was eight, our Lord Elzella died.

It was Bardo's chest that made Idra cry sad about his grandfather's death.

Even when my mother died, she did.

Idra grew up to be a beautiful daughter, but her temper was pure as perseverance, preferring armor (good) to dress, and reaching out more carefully to her sword than a sewing needle.

In the first place, Idra is the name of one of the three war maidens, sorting the souls of the heroes who welcome them to the garden of the knights, Gardegatuto Ryen.

"I don't know if I named him wrong."

and twinkling father Hydra's words felt even more so now.

3

When Idra was twelve, there was one incident.

When Bardo returned to the castle that day from the Bandits' crusade, it was somewhat noisy.

There is a burning fire in the courtyard.

Our Lord's Hydra came all the way down near the castle gate,

"Didn't you see Idra?

And Kuku.

Bardo replied, "I haven't seen you," with a pale face,

"Right."

I said.

He said he followed two soldiers out of the castle to pick up the Baldos.

On the peak across the mountain, he didn't even say no to Hydra because he saw a line and knew it well, and he jumped out with two soldiers on his own.

It was still a bright time, he said.

Idra's brother, Vora, was away packing in a fort at the cleavage of the Great Barrier.

It is no longer night.

Baldo's face also turned pale.

Looking down from the heights, the path of the mountain seems easy to understand, but if you continue along the trees, the direction, position and distance are immediately swallowed by chaos.

Not coming home till this hour means you have no prospect of going home on your own.

It's close to impossible to find people in the woods at night.

Because the roads, the footprints, the landmarks, the trees and the rocks cannot be distinguished.

But Bardo immediately went back on the horse and told his men, who had now taken him home,

Burn a light and a pine light on the high ground in the castle!

Don't stop until nightfall!

I command you, I turned my horse's head.

to Baldo about to run out, Hydra said,

"Take this!

and gave him a wave of sword.

The Devil's Sword.

Bardo, taking his sword off, with his demon sword, ran away.

Fortunately, the moon is out both ways.

The horse was driven by a faint moonlight that stitched and plugged between the growing trees.

Assuming I picked you up from the castle, the first question is where did you turn right?

I usually ride my horse, so I might feel shorter than the actual distance.

Probably turned right faster than the right way.

I guessed.

If you think about it that way, there's a very similar right turn.

Occasionally, you reach that right turn and turn right.

From there, the road continues with a left twist to the right by the road.

Similar paths make it easy to get lost when it comes to stray.

and hit the branch road.

Right?

Left?

Which way did the princess go?

It can be considered both.

That depends on how you're mistaking the road so far.

If you go in the wrong direction of tracking here, I probably can't help you anymore.

God!

Patarapoza, my patron saint!

If you become Lord of Darkness, show us the way to this Kura Forest!

For the first time since the Knight's reign, Bardo called upon the name of God to whom he was dedicated.

Bardo chose Patarapoza, the dark god, as the god to serve, because there are no priests or others preaching about this god.

In other words, it was also a reason for the lack of faith that there was no need to worry about God preaching doctrine even when he met the priesthood.

Still, a dark god responded to the cry of a handful of believers, and in the darkness of the branches, something booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Blurred and illuminated by thin lights, it is a giant face.

It is like a man, it is like a monkey.

From the neck down it is like a small body that blends into the darkness and cannot be seen, but is grossly disproportionate to the size of its face.

Big eyes, half-closed to sleep, slightly blinking as if breathing slowly.

Sage of the Woods.

It is a fairytale spirit, but sometimes there are those who say that they have seen it in the deep woods of the border.

I've never seen Bardo before, but this must be Paduli Aura.

Beyond the Great Barrier (Jean Dessa Law) there are many strange creatures.

Is this one of them?

And a wise man in the woods opened his sleepy eyes just a little and looked to the right.

No wonder!

And, leaving behind words that were not polite enough for God, too polite for the beast, Bardo ran his horse down the road to the right.

Run, run, when anxiety filled my chest wondering if this road was still different.

I heard you!

There are signs of contention.

Worse than the wind, Baldo ran through the woods.

There he is!

In a slightly open place, a dozen beasts and a soldier have fallen.

Now one soldier is poking a sword in his hand at the enemy in front of him, covering Princess Idra behind him and bloody.

It is a warcrafted Mogura monkey (Zeyu Suiba).

The demonic beast of the demon (Gierganos) becomes the Warcraft (Keygel), but I'm not sure what it really is.

There are many knights that have seen demons, but Bardo himself has never seen them.

However, there is no doubt that ordinary beasts will turn into warcraft.

Warcrafted beasts grow in stature and become ferocious.

It becomes terribly powerful, and the flesh becomes unusually robust.

Even weak beasts like ravens become surprisingly strong the more warcrafted they are.

The eyes of the Warcraft shine red.

And when the Warcraft appears, the nearby beasts become fierce too.

The Warcraft appears from beyond the Great Barrier, so that the Beasts may be brought with them.

Defeating these warcraft and beasts is the mission of the Tercians.

Bardo thanked Hydra for letting him have the Devil's Sword.

Mogura monkeys are powerful beasts without having to be warcrafted.

About the same body as a person.

Longer hands far more powerful than people.

Hardened, sharp, pointed, long fingers.

The agility is high and the fur is terribly hard.

Hard to hurt a warcraft with a normal weapon.

The Devil's Sword (Elgwodra) is a sword created to defeat the Warcraft (Keygel).

It seems that the special ingredients are mixed in.

Only the Blade of the Devil's Sword (if done) can slash and tear the skin of the Warcraft, flesh, and bones.

The Devil's Sword is expensive enough to buy one castle, and the Tercians only have this swing.

Perhaps Mogura monkeys, drawn to the smell of blood, have just come.

Otherwise, this soldier can't be alive.

Knowing the approaching of his allies, the soldier smiled faintly and sent his gaze towards Baldo.

You saw that as a gap, and the Warcraft flew to Idra with the soldiers.

Bardo pulled out his sword without stopping the horse, and as he ran into the momentum, he clashed at the warcraft of each horse.

In front of Idra and the soldiers, the Warcraft blew directly beside them.

Falling from his horse, Bardo joined with the Warcraft into the bush.

The Devil's Sword was piercing the heart of the Warcraft.

But the Warcraft has stuck the claws of both hands against Baldo's back.

That's where it's not covered in armor, so the nails devoured deep.

Bardo shoves his sword in as he glimpses the face of the warcraft in front of him.

Blood erupts from the Warcraft's body to dye Bardo's armor.

Warcraft opened his mouth wide and tried to chew Bardo's face off with sharp fangs.

As Bardo turned his face to the right, the Warcraft's jaw captured Bardo's left shoulder.

The Warcraft fangs try to bite off Baldo's shoulders by easier piercing of the tough leather (kawawa) shoulders.

Still, Bardo kept pushing his demon sword in.

Suddenly, the power of the Warcraft fell out.

The red light in my eyes disappears.

The Warcraft died and crushed.

Looking back, an idler with a cup of tears in her eyes was right next to her.

Bardo, saying nothing, embraced Idra.

Idra cried, holding onto Baldo, fine to get dirty in the blood.