Sword Pilgrim

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A silver light shines, and a new form is born in my grasp.

Click.

“Is it a rapier?”

A thin and long rapier.

The width is three centimeters.
Its length is one meter and forty.

It’s well-balanced, flexible, and at the same time quite strong.

It was a Carcass close to a Life Sword.

“Rapier… it was here.”

I didn’t know her face as she was wearing a helmet.

However, looking at the condition of the sword, it seems that the potential during her lifetime was not bad.

I looked at the rapier.

The soft light emanating from it began to tell me the wish of its life.

It could be said to be easy to express, but it is not.

Their anger just enters my head and shows what they want.

The wishes of those who died in the turbulence of the era are all usually the same.

An unjust death wants revenge.

Or the regret of what was left behind.

“I’m picking up something that’s bothering me.”

The memories of the Carcass flowing into my mind revealed the appearance of a castle and its many faces.

Among them, the blonde child who looked like a son was the clearest.

Maybe this time –

“Should I find your son…?”

It was the regret of a mother who was worried about the son she had left behind.

Torrett, a small estate located near the northwestern border.

It’s too small to be called a manor, and it’s more like a rural village.

There are traces of the rapier’s owner living here.

Callius looked around the estate a little and strode towards the Lord’s castle.

The residents who glanced at him murmured that it was a Pilgrim.

‘They’re not rejecting me.’

They weren’t throwing stones, so it was already fortunate enough.

Unless it was a nobleman’s mansion, the treatment was up to the public, so Calius sighed involuntarily.

The way he was relieved by not having stones thrown at him welled up some sadness in his heart.

“Pilgrim, take this.”

“?”

He took a moment to breathe.

A little girl had brought a wild flower and handed it to him.

“……”

Callius’ thoughts stopped at the first gift of flowers he had ever received.

The memories of the past three years, when stones and knives were all that came, flashed past him like a lantern.

“Did the Pilgrim also come to catch the bad guys who torment our village?”

The girl who gave him a look with her bright eyes, seemed to have a high affinity for the Pilgrims.

Callius, who had been dazed, soon returned to focus.

‘Another Pilgrim?’

There are parts that can be inferred from the girl’s words.

“Are there any other Pilgrims besides me?”

Callius’ eyes sharpened.

“Yes! He cleared out the bandits in Torrett! So it’s very easy for us to go out of town now.”

“Hey, Eri! Don’t bother the Pilgrim!”

One of the townspeople called out the girl’s name and bowed his head to Callius.

The girl named Eri started to leave with a smile, but Callius stopped her.

“Where is the Pilgrim now?”

“Staying in the Lord’s castle! Bye-bye then!”

Eri disappeared, and Callius started running straight to the Lord’s castle.

‘Pilgrims don’t do favors.’

The Pilgrims of the Order of Valtherus do not offer unpaid favors.

Why should a Church that only has the talent to turn corpses into swords do anything for the poor residents?

‘The only purpose of a Pilgrim is the sword.’

A stronger sword.
A more powerful sword.

Only that.

So, if the Pilgrim did a favor, there was a good reason.

‘If you do this wrong… .’

Verse of Grace.
Lord’s castle.
Pilgrim.

In an instant, assumptions were put together in his mind.
Power entered the rapier in his hand.

“Uh, uh!”

“What are you!”

Passing by the guards guarding the gate, he jumped over the fence.

After three years of training, he could achieve this much with ease.

Whik!

Thud!

Taat!

People screamed as they saw Callius rushing like the wind.

“Who are you!”

It was not a soldier guarding the Lord’s castle.

‘The condition of the armor is not good.’

It looked like he was wearing something picked up somewhere with leather padding.

His face was full of scars, and he was not clean, rather dirty.

Mercenaries.

“What are you doing! Stop him!!”

Calius’s hands clenched into fists and leaned behind his body.

And shot forward.

Whoo!

“Ouch!”

A mercenary dropped down after being hit by Callius’ fist and rolled to the ground.

When the large man was laid out with a single blow, others started to panic.

“Die! Gag -“

He grabbed the neck of a mercenary who had come running with a weapon and raised it.

Chi! The man’s face turned red as if he was choking.

A worthless mercenary.

In addition, the physical abilities that had been developed through quests over the past three years were not at a level that idiots like this could withstand.

“Where is the Pilgrim?”

Callius hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was.

But it kept coming to his mind.

‘I think I wrote this kind of story.’

I can’t remember exactly, but I think I wrote something similar to this.

After writing the side stories for at least ten years, it is natural that I can’t remember everything.

But the young Lord.

A Pilgrim aiming for that Lord.

Nothing comes to mind –

“Woah, in the office with the Lord…”

“Crazy! Why did you say that!”

“But the captain is going to die.”

Thump!

Callius put down the mercenary called the leader, and quickly ran towards the office.

‘You don’t have to do this, but… … .’

Click.

A rapier hanging from the waist.

There is no scabbard on it.

A scabbard is where the sword returns to.

However, a scabbard does not exist for the Carcass.
Because the sword is meant to return to the bosom of the Gods in the end.

Callius pulled out the rapier and kicked open the door to the office.

Bang!

And what he saw –

“Ah…….”

It was a young Lord with a sword pointed at the tip of his chin, and an unknown Pilgrim holding that sword.