The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

Bardo borrowed the horse from Uncle Linz and took Jurchaga eastward.

I tried to borrow the other head for Jurchaga, but the Jurchaga of the day,

"Hmm.

My husband's feelings are greatly appreciated.

Do you want to be professional or mean?

If I start trusting my business, my horse, it's over. "

I didn't try to ride a horse, saying things I didn't understand.

Because Bardo ran about the horse he would run without delay, his leg strength is separated.

Of course, I let it run for days on end, though at a rate that was not too burdensome for the horse.

On the night of the fifth day, we reached a small village.

This village has a protection contract with the Tercia family.

A guardianship contract is the granting of asylum to a town by force or political force in lieu of paying taxes or offerings.

The contents vary from case to case.

This is far from the main castle of Tercia, and I rarely come to patrols.

Still, there is no doubt that the fact that if you do harm, you will be retaliated against by the Tercia family has played a part in the peace of this village.

I had him stay at the village chief's house this evening.

The next morning, leaving Jurchaga to take care of the horse, Bardo took a trip to a house.

It is a fine house for a rural village.

The girl in the house was an old woman.

"Well, my God.

Dear Valdo Lowen,

I can't believe I'm welcoming you home.

It's an honor to the last generation. "

This old woman used to be an Idra maid.

He also followed his daughter-in-law to Coendella.

Then he returned to the village to see his mother.

Bardo did something he'd never done before.

He asked what had happened after a year and a half spent in a separate residence in Coendella.

That's a long story.

When the conversation was over, Bardo found out the truth about this incident.

The old woman didn't know who the other young man was, but she can guess.

However, it is not yet known where the imprint is.

In addition, the aim of Cardos Coendera, although roughly discernible, is not known exactly.

It is clear that we must still meet with the angel as soon as possible.

If you meet with Cardos without preliminary knowledge, what kind of an angel line will you see?

If it were to result in a massacre, it could be a war involving the entire region.

Bardo returned to the village chief's house.

As I was drinking tea, I heard what Jurchaga's ear was.

Jurchaga is opening the window and listening to something across the woods.

Eventually, even in Bardo's ear, it sounded.

Many horses approach the village.

It is the sound that is causing it.

Bardo and Jurchaga went outside the house when they told their families to keep their mouths shut about themselves.

Jurchaga hides two horses in the woods.

Bardo, on the back of the village chief's house, watched how it went.

Coming to the village are five knights.

The leading knight wears black leather armor and a black cape.

Gloves and boots are black.

The four accompanying knights also wear protective gear on their heads, but the leading knight exposes his long, lustrous dark hair to the wind.

The black moustache and chin beard give a sense of roughness and elegance.

The eyes shine some dreamy light.

It is a grand stature of length.

Jog Ward.

He's the common son of Cardos Coendella, the man who inherited the division.

He should have been about two years younger than Jules Run, so he is twenty-six this year.

Akashi sucks, but it has the strength to match it.

He is the kind of man who has taken on the strength that flows in the blood of Coendella all by himself.

The five asked the villagers about the village chief's house, and entered without begging for guidance.

Jog sat in the chair his men pulled, putting a great sword in his sheath (saya) on the table.

Its finger movements dealing with the sword while the black gloves are delicate and beautiful.

I thought so, I sat tight in the chair with a savage gesture.

Make sure to stick your long legs forward and assemble, keeping your left elbow poked at the table, with your left thumb and index finger on your chin.

That gaze is pointed at a point in the wall, but no one knows what they're looking at.

The village chief and his wife were pulled together and stood in front of the jog.

"How much tax does this village pay Tercia a year?

And the accompanying knight was there.

The village chief answered that.

Jog held his left thumb against his chin, and placed his finger next to his nose.

After a while, he raised his right hand to worry and opened all five fingers.

Both on its right and left hand, black leather gloves remain on.

As always, the gaze is pointed at one point of the wall.

The accompanying knight looked at Jog's right hand and nodded, telling the village chief.

"Then pay five times that to the Coendella family this year.

You don't need to pay taxes to Tercia. "

Too tyrannically, the village chief raised a protest.

A knight accompanying him pulled out his sword and shook it up, trying to wave it down to the village chief.

Suddenly a rising jog kicked the accompanying knight.

The kicked knight slammed against the wall, breaking through the wall and rolling out.

Jog's long and beautiful dark hair spread in the wind and quickly subsided.

"Manado.

If you kill the village chief, making him pay taxes, or communicating orders, would be a bad step.

Don't kill men and young women. "

Back in the chair as if nothing had happened, Jog said that much and began to wear his mustache with his left hand poking his elbow at the table.

The gaze is pointed at one point of the wall.

The accompanying knights try to intimidate the village chief and make him accept unilateral demands.

The village chief, in a trembling voice, nevertheless refused the request.

One of the accompanying knights pulled his wife off the village chief.

Another accompaniment pulled out the sword.

I'm going to kill my wife to show off.

Now I won't even try to stop Jog.

That's when Bardo showed up from the front door.

The accompanying knights stop the movement and gaze at Bardo.

Jog lifted his brow as he slowly turned his neck and found Bardo there.

In both eyes, wide open, lies a crazy light.

And when he grabbed his left chest with his right hand, he said, widening his eyes.

"Baldo Roen"

Jog's mouth created a fierce grin.

2.

I've been considered a jog twice before on the battlefield.

For the first time, Bardo was forty-eight and Jog was sixteen.

I thought he was a hegemonic young man, but his temper hasn't kept up with his strength.

The sword was rough, he had not seen the movement of his opponent, and it was as if he had not become his opponent.

I thought it was pathetic to kill him too, so I kicked him off the horse and missed it.

The second time, Bardo was fifty-four and Jog was twenty-two.

Jog showed so much growth that he couldn't see.

He wielded a great sword on his horse and continued to push the Tercian knights out of combat.

Bardo took the great sword with the shield of his left hand and mutilated Jog's left chest.

Jog looked incredible.

Bardo thought that in a few more years, no one would be able to prevent this sword while his people covered him and dropped him off with a retreat jog.

Bardo is now fifty-eight, and Jog is twenty-six.

It is not something that can be very fat with no decent sword or protective gear on a jog that emits a hegemony full of flood.

There are four more accompanying knights.

It was also not convenient to be informed that I was now in this place, not so far from the home of the Coendella family.

However, I couldn't let him cut and kill the village chief's wife like that.

Baldo is

Well, we'll figure it out.

Then all you have to do is let him bathe a knife and die.

And he changed his mind, and he showed up.

After showing off to the other person, Bardo went outside the house without saying anything.

Jog and four knights came out after him.

Jog gave it to one of his entourages when he took off his cape.

He pulled the great sword out of his sheath and gave the sheath to another.

I looked around at the four faces, and then...

"Wait here.

Don't put your hands on me. "

ordered.

Baldo looked back about twenty steps away.

Your right hand is sluggishly lowered, and your left hand is holding down the sheath of the sword.

Jog approaches.

One, two, three steps.

That gaze is directed at Baldo's sword.

It's a teasing gaze.

Jog rotated his sword in both hands greatly as he walked.

Bottom right to front.

Front to left.

Turn your arms all the way over your head and back.

Rear to right.

One, two, three revolutions.

When the enemy is captured in time, the sword will strike with terrible speed and destructive power.

Jog's gaze remains on Baldo's sword.

Baldo's sword, if he meets with Jog's sword, will happen to be smashed and scattered.

In the first place, with old, decaying health now, it's impossible to break a jog from the front.

Baldo moved his right foot half a step forward and his center of gravity forward.

He's going to gauge his breath and rush through the right side of his opponent.

And as he rushes through, he slashes and rips the left flank of the enemy.

There, there's just one winning chance.

Bardo was stunned when he tried to grip the pattern of his sword with his right hand.

Don't move!

My right hand doesn't even move.

Even if Bardo desperately wills, his right hand will not return any reaction.

It is the right hand that has been tormenting me since I was young.

These days, my right shoulder is so tight that I can't lift my hand straight up.

Sometimes severe pain runs depending on how your arm is used.

It was also impossible, and eventually the day would come when I could not even hold a sword, I was prepared.

But this is the time.

Jog walks over relentlessly.

Now!

When the timing came, Bardo did his best to jump.

I still can't move my right hand.

He grabs the pattern with his left hand holding down the sheath mouth and tries to pull out his sword as well.

Even Jog seemed to have noticed Bardo's aim.

That's probably why I didn't take my gaze off Bardo's sword.

If you look at your hands or feet, you may be moved.

So only look at weapons.

The moment Bardo pulls out his weapon and attacks it is time to kill Bardo.

Bardo finally pulled out his sword with his left hand.

My sword was short and my hands were long, so I could pull it out.

My right hand still doesn't move.

It is no longer too late to slash and tear the flanks of your enemies.

Baldo fixed the timing by knocking his body back.

That's lucky.

Jog's breath rolling out the Great Sword was slightly delayed because Bardo's right hand was concentrating his consciousness on the moment he pulled out the sword.

A stormy sword passes over Baldo's head as he slips through his legs.

Knowing that he had missed his prey, Jog focused his efforts on his left leg to stop the Great Sword from spinning.

Baldo's sword crept into his left foot.

Baldo rubbed the sword out of his left hand onto his arm and rubbed it on his opponent's foot as it slipped in.

It was a painful attack, but Baldo's weight and slipping momentum, as well as Jog's slashing at the moment he deposited his entire weight on that leg, increased his power.

Sliding through the side of the jog, Baldo spun his body half a turn to the right.

Put your left knee on the ground and with your right knee up, make a noise and kill the acceleration.

The dirt has gone up.

As his body stopped slipping, Bardo stood up.

My left hand is holding a sword in my backhand.

There, three and a half steps from the jog.

If Jog steps in, it is between the great swords.

Jog rotated his body as he followed Bardo with his eyes through the lower left corner of my body.

Then, with his right foot as an axial foot, he swung his great sword wide as he stepped his left foot wide and strong.

The left foot, damaged by Bardo's sword, could not withstand its steps.

Attitude breaks down, the Great Sword remains swept up, fluttering and wandering the universe.

Bardo didn't miss this wonderful opportunity.

He rushed over quickly, with a sword in his backhand, and tried to slash it on Jog.

But the movement of the young and supple jog was beyond Baldo's predictions.

When he bent his knees and sank his body, he forced himself into a posture with a kick out of his right leg, hitting the Great Sword on Baldo's chest plate.

Blurring his left elbow, Bardo learned of his defeat and death as the Great Sword devoured his chest.

The death that was supposed to come, it didn't.

Jog didn't shake off any more of the great sword that hit Baldo's left chest, but stopped it as it was.

Baldo's sword is cutting the sky and playing in the void.

Jog's eyes look at Baldo's right hand, which remains droopy.

Baldo's eyes have not yet lost their fighting spirit.

Without fear or flickering, Baldo's eyes look straight at the jog.

Jog still looks at Baldo's right hand.

Don't try to move your right hand.

From Jog's body, he lost his temper to murder.

Drawing his sword without saying anything, he turned his back on Baldo and went straight to his companion.

He put his sword in his sheath, spanned his horse, and left the village silently.

And the knights that accompanied him went out after him, though they remained.

3

When the five disappeared, Jurchaga came out of the woods.

Take the horse.

When you stop the horse by the horse connection, you come near Baldo,

"Chest, are you okay?

It sounded amazing. "

Um, I don't feel any pain, but Bardo walked into the village chief's house.

Sitting somewhere in a chair, he calls out to the village chief, trying to get him to touch him.

The mayor of the village, who had saved his wife's life, tried to thank her how much, but waved to block it, and said, Can you get me a glass of water?

After drinking the water up nicely, Bardo removed his breast patch.

While doing so, his right hand began to move again.

I thought Bardo would be grateful.

The left side of the chest is cut deep.

If Jog hadn't stopped the Great Sword, he'd be dead.

Nevertheless, I felt quite a shock, but the pain is not so much.

Protecting Baldo was a dining knife that he kept in his chest stash.

There was a metallic noise earlier, Baldo thought.

Shocked, the dietary knife is slightly distracted.

"Heh.

Beautiful knife.

There's something that tickles the burglar's mind. "

and disturbing, said Jurchaga.

"Let me see."

So Bardo gave him the knife.

For a while, Jurchaga, who watched the knife at various angles,

"Can I try to break this down?

and asked strangely.

There's no way the knife can disassemble, Baldo said.

"No, wait a minute"

When he took some props out of his little locker, Jurchaga messed with the knife.

Eventually, the gripping part of the knife split into two parts.

In it, there is a small, square metal.

Jurchaga, who took it out and watched it for a while,

"This is holy silver.

It's small, but it's carved out like some kind of family crest.

It's not this, it's a stamp. "

And I said something unexpected.

Baldo took it and saw it as a shiver.

It is indeed an impression.

Speaking of which, this knife was what Idra gave Bardo when she returned to Pacra territory.

It was so long ago that I didn't have the idea to think about it in connection with this noise, and I was totally familiar with it as my belongings, so I didn't even remember this knife, even if it was said that it was something I had kept from Idra, etc.

Why did the princess send me this knife?

Next to Bardo in his thoughts, Jurchaga stared at the Holy Silver imprint with a naughty eye.