Became an Evil Dragon

22 – 22. Baron Kelvin (4)

Baron Kelvin was a knight who had been holding a sword through rigorous training since he was a baby, and had quite a bit of practical experience.

When he was not yet the head of the family, he personally led troops with his father, who was the previous head of the family, and defeated a group of bandits who appeared in his estate. , the experience of defeating the monsters disturbing the fields of the local people, and so on.

That tickling feeling in your back and neck that you feel when you have to face off against an opponent holding a sword directly in a situation where there is no one around to help you. A tense situation where winners and losers are decided like tossing a coin where no one knows who will win.

An experience where people’s lives come and go like light toys.

he was well aware

He has personally cut down and killed a person begging for his life, and has won a victory against a non-human monster.

The hot blood and the cold sword that I have become accustomed to.

When you cut someone, the hot blood that oozes from the wound rides down the cold sword and touches your hand.

Kelvin was a completely different person from the rambunctious adventurers that abounded on the streets or the occasional wandering knights of unknown genealogy.

A warrior who has been perfected through systematic training handed down from a family trained since childhood and a sufficient number of actual combat experiences.

At least he had enough ability to be confident in himself.

It wouldn’t be easy to find a better warrior around here.

“Bernhard.”

Baron Kelvin quietly muttered the name of the sword as he touched the treasured sword passed down in his family. The family’s treasured sword, made of cold steel, emitted light as it quietly reflected the moonlight.

Bernhard. An underground steel sword forged with the skill of the tunnel people.

The famous sword that the ancestor of the family obtained in return for the help of the dwarves, the sword that was so outstanding that it was not suitable for an insignificant small family, was passed down to the heads of families very quietly and secretly.

Exposing undeserved treasures arouses greed in others.

“You will be the one to end the dragon’s heart.”

Baron Kelvin had thoroughly prepared everything.

For these few days, based on the information I got from Bolg, I devised tactics and trained my soldiers.

After imagining and drawing an enemy he hadn’t seen, he completed some of the most optimized tactics.

A tactic in which soldiers are used to induce the dragon’s gap, and then those who are good at bows from a distance shoot the dragon’s wrath. to confuse the dragon, and then jump into the dragon’s arms himself, and so on.

I also thought about taking a horse and offering it as food to the dragon to induce its guard, and stealing the dragon’s valuables and using it as a hostage, but I gave up because the situation didn’t seem to work out that well.

In the end, however, Kelvin was counting on neither the trained soldiers he would take with him, nor Bolg, a self-proclaimed dragon expert who babbled plausible remarks by his side, nor the placid hunting groundsman who was a master archer.

What the baron believed in was his body perfected through repeated training every day and the sword he had wielded hundreds of times every day.

“In the end, the only thing I can trust at the last moment is the sword in my grasp.”

The baron was more like a warrior than a family head.

Grabbing Bernhard, Baron Kelvin took a step forward and swung his sword.

A steel sword that reflects the blinding light cuts through the air where only moonlight existed.

The same sword strike that had been repeated thousands of times. I couldn’t get used to it, so now the baron’s swordsmanship, which is completely ingrained in my body, unfolds.

When the swordsmanship of a skilled warrior is combined with a familiar master sword, a powerful swordsmanship that can even cut armor in half is completed.

The fierce blows that were directed at the invisible dragon continued.

sword dance.

From the ancestors of the family, and from the ancestors to the heads of families below them, from the heads of families to Kelvin’s father, and finally to Baron Kelvin, the swordsmanship was moving vividly with the souls of the ancestors.

“The dragon’s treasure and the fairies are mine.”

Kelvin was confident. The confidence to overcome any monsters and adversities ahead.

And he had no doubt that the achievements after adversity would come into his hands.

Goddess of fate will surely raise his hand.

Not the hand of an evil, savage dragon, but the hand of a young and brave hero.

“The departure is tomorrow.”

Even if it means jumping into the dragon’s jaws, get what you want.

***

The moon has completely set.

And little by little the moon begins to rise.

The dragon was returning.

I felt myself changing.

arrogance and anger.

The way you see the world changes, and from time to time, the violent urge to destroy something and the intense desire to have something valuable come out without being able to hide it.

Commitment to value life. A decision to never go to the village again for the sake of the villagers.

The promise made in the days of the human mind was gradually forgotten and the necessity was not recalled.

Exactly, it changes so that I don’t understand why I thought that way.

Even though the dragon hadn’t fully returned yet, I was slowly changing.

a little more forgiving.

“Yong-ah, Yong-ah… what are you doing? Let’s play with Nineve today!”

I had been told not to come to me when the moon was completely down, but this stupid fairy continued to visit me.

Every day, I was told not to come here from the next day, but when the little fairy heard that, she would tear up and nod her head as if she knew it, and then go out of the cave quietly sobbing.

Then, the next day, he comes back to me with a smile as if nothing had happened.

It was frustrating. That there are such stupid creatures. He even told me not to come because he was worried about my life, but I never thought he would listen.

“Little fairy, did you not hear me yesterday?”

The good thing is that I still don’t have the heart to harm this fairy.

For some reason, I don’t know. It could be that the still half-remaining human mind is desperately trying to stop Nineve from harming it, or the dragon’s heart may be generous enough to tolerate the existence of this insignificant sprite.

However, today is the last day.

I made up my mind to get rid of this fairy before I lost my mind any longer. This was the Maginot Line.

It was okay to say that I was breaking out with this fairy by speaking strongly today. Maybe that path could be a path for each other.

“… um, I don’t know about Nineveh.”

Upon hearing my words, the silver-haired fairy lowered her head and spoke in a muffled tone. Despite the fact that he clearly remembers what I said before we parted yesterday.

I’m a little annoyed.

How dare you lie in front of me You’ll soon be caught lying to me.

Aren’t lives worth it?

Why are small and weak guys so stupid? These guys would surely die right now if I just reached out and pressed them hard–

What am I thinking?

“The dragon… is too much. I just say don’t come every day. Nineveh and the dragon.”

The little fairy, who was fiddling with her sleeves with her head down, said in a sobbing voice.

Repeatedly pausing while trying to say something, she hesitated before continuing.

“Nineve and the dragon… are friends.”

Nineve lifts her head slightly and looks up at me with wet eyes. It was so sad for a moment that I almost nodded my head without realizing it, but I couldn’t bear it.

As much as today, I had to cut it off. I couldn’t let him come back here tomorrow.

“under!”

snort.

“friend?”

And then a threatening voice.

“I am the owner of the mountains, armed with armor stronger than any armor in the world, and possessing a sword sharper than any sword.”

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He pauses for a moment as he slowly circles around Nineveh. Then she put her big head in front of the little fairy and took a deep breath.

A hot breath that feels like it could catch fire at any moment.

Nineve’s arm lightly touched by that breath, her body shrunk as she cried out in tears as if she was stung. And appeal with eyes.

The expression that I can’t understand why I’m doing this to myself.

She was begging me not to do this.

He spat out the final word that drove a wedge.

“Did you say that a small, fragile and weak fairy like you is your friend?”

and spitting laughter.

The fairy’s face collapsed miserably. Finally bursting out the tears he had been holding back, Nineveh wept silently with tears like a waterfall.