The Duke’s Madness - The Duke’s Madness chapter 135

A ray of light flickers in the darkness.

iron sword.

It was Leo Bayern’s memento and a sword made of meteorite.

Arthur watched the meteorite sword he hadn’t seen in a while, and slowly lowered it from top to bottom.

Huung.

The air was cut.

In an instant, the darkness that enveloped the surroundings also parted.

The corner of Arthur’s mouth went up at the change.

‘you can do it.’

For the first time, there was a change in the curse of the white beard, which was just vague.

At that fact, Arthur did not hide his overflowing emotions and lowered his sword again.

Huung.

Again, from top to bottom, just like the first time.

The trembling and breathing of the body changed according to the movement of the meteorite sword.

The change made me frown this time.

‘Not enough. This is not it.’

Arthur shook his head and raised his sword again.

And it went down just like before.

Huung.

A swordsman’s solitary training began.

* * *

The good thing about coming into this space was that I didn’t feel any physical physiology.

‘No need to eat, no need to sleep.’

Is it because of that?

I didn’t feel any physical fatigue either.

Even if he swung his sword dozens or hundreds of times, his muscles and even his breathing were constant.

Thanks to that, Arthur swung his sword without stopping.

Whoo-!

At first, I counted how many times I swung, but the moment it exceeded 1000, I gave up.

In order to get out of this darkness anyway, a near-perfect blow was needed.

Until then, no one knew how many more sword swings he would need.

‘Maybe I’ll have to wield it for the rest of my life.’

Of course, that won’t happen.

Arthur was confident.

Beyond perfection, the confidence to obtain the blow that will cut off the black magician’s evil spell.

‘The sword has never betrayed me.’

With that conviction, he swung his sword again.

Huung.

The solitary training continued endlessly.

* * *

Arthur thought.

‘How long has it been since you’ve been here?’

day? one week? 1 year?

Maybe 10 years have passed.

The concept of time had become dull, so I couldn’t know the exact date, and because of that, the time I felt was incredibly long.

‘My father said The time here is different from the time outside.’

Unfortunately, I did not hear how the difference in time was different.

A day here could be a year in the outside world, or a year here could be a day in the outside world.

If it was the latter, it would be fortunate, but if it was the former, it would have been a big deal.

‘The reason I wield the sword is to protect my mother and younger sister.’

However, as time passed, there was no point in swinging the sword if I couldn’t protect those two.

Is it because of that?

For the first time, the tip of the sword waved.

Whoo-!

Even with a regular blow, a crack appeared for the first time.

Arthur, watching the change, shook his head.

“no. We don’t need these assumptions now.”

The important thing now is Carl and me.

It wasn’t too late to think about it after that.

Finishing his thoughts, Arthur swung his sword again.

Huung.

The beat that was lost is back.

The light of the meteorite sword also began to light up the darkness again.

Arthur gently smiled at the change.

Huung.

swing the sword again

Put all your worries and thoughts into your sword.

* * *

Another few days passed.

In the process, Arthur abandoned his thoughts and thoughts.

At this moment, those things were unnecessary.

Concentrate all your mind on the tip of the sword.

From top to bottom, I put all my nerves into cutting through the darkness.

Some might question the meaning of this ignorant, repetitive behavior.

That’s why I did an ignorant act when I saw it from the perspective of a third person.

But Arthur was different.

Huung.

After the first 100 strikes, I found my rhythm and breathing.

Huung.

After the first 1,000 strikes, I caught the center of the body and the beat.

Huung.

After that, I didn’t count the number of times, so I don’t know how many times.

However, one thing was clear, compared to the first time, it showed a more sophisticated and sharp blow now.

But Arthur felt inadequate.

‘Someone said To become a sword master, not only mana, but also mental growth is required.’

That spiritual growth is to become one with the sword.

Swordsmen called that stage the unification of the body and sword.

‘Can I really reach that level?’

Although he had wielded the sword countless times, he had never thought of becoming one with the sword.

Even so, how can a person and a sword become one?

Arthur almost fell into his thoughts because of that, but he shook his head.

Come to think of it, it was a meaningless assumption.

Huung.

In order to become a sword master, it is a stage that must be passed anyway.

Then, what I need to do now is not to pursue the impossible, but to pour all my mind into the sword as usual.

Having come to a conclusion, Arthur started training again.

Huung.

The sword cuts through the darkness.

With that change, the thick wall started to crack little by little.

* * *

In the passing time, Arthur stopped thinking too much.

The things to think about and the worries are now all gone.

Thanks to that, Arthur’s mind was completely focused on the meteorite sword that cuts through the darkness.

Huung.

As time passed, the meteorite sword in my hands felt more familiar than the body.

To the point where I feel more comfortable swinging a sword than breathing.

Along with that change, the light began to burst out little by little on the meteorite sword held in Arthur’s hand.

Huung.

However, Arthur did not notice the change.

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Now that I have stopped thinking and become one with the knife.

He was so focused on the knife that he couldn’t feel that change.

In the meantime, the light surrounding the meteorite sword grew larger.

Huung.

As the light grew, the range in which the darkness split gradually widened.

However, the darkness around him was still deep and sticky.

The surrounding darkness soon filled up what had been lost by the light bursting from the meteoric sword.

However, Arthur’s sword did not stop either.

Huung.

regular and precise.

And constantly cut through the darkness.

Thanks to that, the darkness constantly cracked and disappeared.

Arthur, who suddenly came to his senses, looked at the scene and muttered.

‘This is not enough.’

Something bigger is needed to carve out this space.

And in order to achieve something bigger, it was necessary to take a step forward than now.

Finishing his thoughts, Arthur swung his sword again.

Huung.

Again, the darkness cut.

However, the moment Arthur, who was not satisfied, was about to swing his sword again, something passed through his mind.

‘Maybe the new sword union isn’t about becoming one with the sword?’

A great thrill arose at the sudden thought.

Come to think of it, it was.

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No noble swordsman could become one with the sword.

‘Why should a swordsman who has to handle a sword have to become one with the sword?’

A knife is a tool for killing people.

To become one with such a knife means to become an instrument of murder.

The moment he realized this, an exclamation flowed from Arthur’s mouth.

“I guess I know now. What does it mean to be a sword master?”

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Not to become one with the sword, but to have complete control over the sword.

‘That’s the new sword union… It meant becoming one with the sword.’

Thinking this far, Arthur asked himself a question.

‘Have I completely obeyed this sword?’

After thinking for a moment, Arthur raised the meteorite sword in his hand.

At that moment, the light of the meteoric sword became stronger.

Anger-!

The bursting light consumes the surrounding darkness.

The darkness that enveloped Arthur swayed as if resisting the light.

However, the light that burst from the meteorite sword was stronger.

In that change, the first cracks appeared in the darkness.

paper weave… !

As Arthur watched, he felt his heart beat.

Along with that throbbing feeling, the senses that I had learned by swinging hundreds and thousands of times came to mind.

The process of raising the sword, breathing, mind.

Beyond that, even the feel of the meteorite sword in my hand.

When they came together, the sword of ‘Arthur Bavaria’, not someone else’s sword, was finally born.

‘I see… A blow that can be obtained by controlling the sword perfectly.’

It is not someone else’s sword, but a sword that can be called Arthur Bayern’s blow.

That was the first gateway to becoming a sword master.

The moment this realization is obtained, the light bursting from the meteorite sword forms something beyond the sword.

Paaa-!

Sword steel (劍罡).

A season that only those who have reached the tip of the sword can handle.

If he cuts down even the things that cannot be cut, Arthur’s eyes brightened as he wrapped his sword in the final blow that all swordsmen long for.

“… I can cut it.”

With that certainty, Arthur raises his sword.

and slowly from top to bottom.

I came here and put Arthur Bayern’s strike on my sword tens of thousands of times.

That moment.

Wajajachang-!

The darkness was consumed by the light, and a harsh noise hit the eardrums.

At the same time, the world began to turn.

As Arthur watched the majestic scene, someone whispered.

[Good work Arthur.]

Surprised, Arthur turned his head.

The meteorite sword in my hand was standing in the back at some point, looking this way.

At that sight, Arthur smiled softly and murmured.

“father. Have you been watching over me?”

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No answer came.

Instead, everything started to change with the consciousness of getting away.

Quaang-!

Whitebeard, a warlock who lived a thousand years.

His curse was finally broken.

* * *

Arthur opened his eyes and stood up.

“uh… ?”

Along with the exclamation that flowed out, the sight of unfamiliar surroundings, not the darkness I had always seen, was put into my field of vision.

collapsed ruins.

shining sunlight.

After thinking for a while, Arthur murmured.

“Isn’t this the altar?”

Did you come back then?

After thinking for a while, Arthur groped me.

I could feel the well-groomed muscles and the completed skeleton.

Arthur exclaimed at the unfamiliar yet familiar touch.

“and… I’m finally back.”

Arthur got up from his seat and took in a long breath, then exhaled.

The moment the fresh air entered Pebu, Arthur could feel that he was alive.

‘Ahh… Something is strange.’

Maybe it’s because I’ve been trapped in that black space for too long.

He still couldn’t believe that he had returned or that he was still alive.

It was a time when Arthur lost his mind for a while in that sense of discord somewhere.

I saw something sparkling in the sunlight from the altar.

It was a white beard that had become a rotten corpse.

“oh?”

His symbol, the white beard, was the only thing blowing in the wind.

Seeing that, Arthur nodded and murmured.

“Looking at Mr. Whitebeard, he really came back.”

Arthur took a step and approached Whitebeard and touched him on the shoulder.

At that moment, the white beard’s body turned to dust and fluttered.

“… You are gone, Mr. Whitebeard.”

After a moment of silence, Arthur turned his head and looked up.

I could see the light pouring from the open ceiling.

After thinking about it, Arthur created the Vampire Lord lineage.

Dig-!

Arthur jumped up from his seat, flew through the air and left the altar.

Then he saw a city that had been destroyed.

Unknown plants were occupying the spaces between the old and broken buildings, and a small stream of water was passing by.

At that sight, Arthur murmured.

“It’s an underground city… hmm. But it seems like a lot of time has passed.”

Looking at the moss and unknown grass growing all over the building, it seemed as if it hadn’t been a day or two.

When Arthur, who was troubled because of that, stomped his feet for a moment, he suddenly saw a broken demonic sword standing alone in the distance.

“ah… .”

Arthur let out a sigh and stepped forward and grabbed the broken sword.

The demonic sword, which trembled lightly once, turned into dust like a white beard and disappeared.

At that sight, Arthur murmured.

“You were waiting for me.”

Arthur wiped his eyes at the magic sword, which had only the handle left.

Of course, no tears came out.

Arthur, who lost his appetite, murmured.

“… I’m sorry, mage. I guess I don’t have any tears to shed for you.”

Arthur shrugged and looked around.

It was to find Beast, the sword’s mate, but no matter how much I searched, I couldn’t find it.

‘hmm… Did it shatter without a trace during the meteorite’s collision?’

It seemed plausible enough.

The magic that Whitebeard cast was a disaster itself.

Arthur, who eventually gave up, began to bury the handle of the magic sword in the ground.

Arthur, who made the grave of the sword like that, smiled softly.

“Good job. Rest in peace now.”

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No answer came.

Arthur didn’t want an answer either, so he turned around and looked up without hesitation.

“… Now then, let’s get out of here.”

Seeing that the ceiling was also pierced in the underground city, I thought I could just fly up like this.

In it, Arthur remembered his father, Leo Bayern.

‘Time flies here too, Arthur. If you do something wrong, you may never see your precious people again.’

Arthur muttered as he pondered the advice.

“hmm… I’m a little worried. Wouldn’t it be too late?”

I don’t know how many times I’ve swung my sword in the world created by Whitebeard’s curse, but it was clear that a considerable amount of time had passed.

Because of that, Arthur was worried, but soon shook his head.

‘Now is not the time to worry, I have to move.’

Arthur, who made the decision, brightened his eyes.

The destination is Arcane.

I hurriedly moved my steps to return to the city I missed.