The Call That Cannot Be Answered

Marshall vaguely felt that he was becoming a bit strange.

His original skinny self had somehow gained a strong physique and was incredibly strong, but his meals were pitifully small.

It always feels like I'm forgetting something else, and I dream about it from time to time.

Not a dream about the late father whose impression is fading.

Instead, I dreamt that I was riding a strange bird with lime-green feathers soaring above the clouds.

A lot has been happening lately.

He always felt as if he was a different person... "Marshall, come here for a second!"

At that moment, the overseer paddled a small boat toward the brown-haired youth.

Wide river, a hundred or so of these boats, go downstream along the current, harvesting water plants and cleaning up garbage on both sides of the river.

Marshall, who was holding a long salvage net, turned around.

As he watched the overseer slowly approaching him, he was vaguely aware that the other man's legs seemed to be trembling.

What is he afraid of?

"Everyone's scythes are getting a little dull, so go get a set of sharpening stones from the hunter's lodge in the hunting grounds."

The overseer said, bracing his composure.

It was a simple ploy to get rid of the tiger, and at the same time, there were a dozen or so manor guards on both sides of the banks who gripped the enchanted bows and crossbows in their arms.

Marshall looked calmly into the other man's eyes, and saw through the panic, which could not be concealed in any way, the fear buried deep within, so he turned his head to look at the shore again.

The whole river seemed to go quiet.

Eleazar also turned his head to look at the sheriff and said faintly, "Your men are so useless, couldn't you have sent someone over there who didn't know anything?"

"No... No, that's too dangerous, I'm responsible for the lives of my men!"

"But don't you think it's more likely that something will happen?" Witcher bristled.

Fortunately, however, the target, who had sensed something was a little off, didn't just storm out on the river, seeming to have the same aversion to water.

Seeing the youth steer the boat to the shore, and then his figure quickly disappearing into the woods, the overseer breathed a sigh of relief as if he were relieved, braced himself for a nearly unsteady stand, and picked up the loudspeaker to shout to both sides of the riverbank:

"It's a wrap, it's a wrap, all of you come back with me, the last ten don't get lunch!"

The river instantly boiled over.

The brunette youth, who had already run into the woods, looked back and saw only that the river, which had just been in full swing, had quickly disappeared, while the guards, who had imparted an aura of danger, had also disappeared.

It's like, everyone is taking refuge.

"Strange, why is everyone running away..."

Speaking to himself, his eyes gradually became infested with pitch blackness like ink, and finally, even the whites of his eyes and pupils were completely invisible.

Marshall's consciousness slowly extinguished and the Headless Horseman's revived.

The whole world seemed to go quiet, even the wind stopped blowing.

Taking the young man's head off his neck and lifting it in his hands, the headless rider, slowly enveloped in black smoke, turned around and coldly gazed at the pitch-black rider who approached not far behind him with his invisible sight.

The silver sword in the opponent's hand that emitted a hazy white light imparted a deadly sense of threat.

On the manor's castle, several people raised their binoculars and eyed the hunting grounds in the distance.

The only sheriff who wasn't peering said with a numb scalp, "That's not very nice, I've seen the church go after a high-level transcendent once and then suffer from corneal astigmatism."

"Shut up, it's your fault for not setting the battlefield farther away, they're so close to the manor, in case they break something, think about how you'll report it when the master comes back first!"

Just when the tax officer was distracted to refute him, the end of the sight suddenly raised a curtain of sand a few meters high, it was the soil waves formed by the mud lifting off, the amazing sound, they could see even without binoculars.

This was followed by an earth-shattering roar.

"Boom!!!"

Like a meteorite crash, the center of the shockwave sank deep while the ground around it crumbled and rumbled inch by inch, spilling uncountable things out.

Instantly bursting with air currents, two figures brushing past each other, holding silver swords and blood spears respectively, collided in a landslide strike.

Witcher, whose eyes were cold and indifferent, loosened the grip of the silver sword, which had been completely shattered in a single blow, and watched as his opponent flew backward with his limbs convulsing from the silver light blast.

Spilling dirt from the sky, Eleazar, who had re-pulled out a silver sword with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, slowly walked forward.

All the movement around them had subsided, and in a world colored red and yellow, Witcher seemed to be pronouncing the death of his opponent.

But just then, a pitch-black arm armor covered in blood-colored patterns reached out from the purifying white smoke and pressed heavily on the edge of the large pit.

Then, the headless horseman, who had been hit hard by Silver, staggered to his feet with white light erupting all over his body.

It tilted its body back as if it was letting out a silent roar, and instantly uncountable amounts of blood burst out from its body, the liquid that seemed to be like mercury was the transcendent activity that had been infested by the silver light, and this moment it was being discharged all over like a gouge out of the heart.

This behavior was as painful as cutting flesh to their Transcendents.

Eleazar understood that he would have a hard time hitting his opponent like that the next time.

A large amount of blood then condensed on the other's hand again, giving off a fishy, pungent smell of blood, and a crimson lance, condensed from the crystals of blood, was slowly raised flat and aimed at Witcher.

This starter was familiar to Eleazar, he had seen it many times on Fintan, and it was the starter for <Surge >.

But when used in the hands of a Legendary Knight, the power of this ability was very different.

Without any amazing movement, the tip of that blood-colored gun appeared in front of his eyes in just a split second, stabbing heavily towards his brow through the air, as if it was going to stab him through the head with a single blow.

Witcher's pupils were hollow, and his body, which had been thoroughly awakened to the killing intent, reacted instinctively.

At that moment when the time was slowed down, the tip of the blood-colored gun slowly sliced through the dodging black faceplate, bringing out a blinding spark.

The Headless Horseman, who appeared 2 meters to Witcher's side in an instant and stabbed out with his lance held flat, saw that while the opponent was dodging the fatal blow, his arm was also lifting the Silver Sword with a backhand, intending to cut off its weapon from it.

The blood spear that had already pierced the air dragged out another crimson shadow to retrieve it, and the silver sword similarly swung empty.

But just then, the black armored palm clenched hard, and the silver longsword, which had swung empty, once again erupted with blinding silver light and exploded.

In the next second, the blood-colored lance was similarly pinched and exploded, and the erupting blood mist slightly blocked the silver light for a moment, and then the figure whose body was covered in blood-colored lines spreading out disappeared.

In the gap between the silver light splashing forward with abandon, a knight's boot spread with blood-colored lines appeared from the other side of Eleazar's body, and the whip kick exploded the air, sending Witcher, who had momentarily raised his arm to block, flying heavily out of the room.

"Boom!!!"

Witcher, who had dragged out a hundred-meter-long gully, stood up covering his shattered arm armor, and then he saw that the Headless Horseman was down on one knee and was summoning his mount.

A psychic growl exploded in his mind.

"Come out Midnight, let's crush this rabble!!!"