You, Who's Kind Only To Me - Chapter 10

“Was it like this from the beginning?”

“No, actually……”

The knight hesitated for a moment before continuing.

“When we first came here, the four skeletons were upright as if they were arranged that way. But then we heard the sound of prayer… and by the time it ended, they had collapsed in that state.”

“Prayer?”

“Yes, it’s hard to be certain because the sound was echoing so much, but I repeatedly heard words like ‘Great One, save the ignorant souls upon this land.’”

Lucas turned to another knight and asked,

“Did you hear the same sound?”

“No, I didn’t. I was investigating inside the house, and I didn’t hear anything like a prayer.”

The testimonies contradict each other. Lucas pondered how to make sense of this when reports from other knights began pouring in. Massacre, prayers, and those who heard the prayers and those who didn’t.

Everything seemed the same. It wasn’t as if the two knights had been searching in different places each time, but the discovery of the skeletons occurred when they were apart.

“I heard that there are a total of six households here. However, we’ve only found skeletons from five households.”

The one place where no skeletons had been discovered was the home of the village chief that they had been investigating. It was the residence of a middle-aged couple who had been living without children. Originally, they had a daughter, but according to Johann’s remarks, they had lost their daughter at sea and, overwhelmed by grief, abandoned their mainland life to settle on the island.

‘They lost their daughter at sea, and then they moved to the island?’

As he contemplated this somewhat suspicious aspect, the Duke heard an eerie sound and turned his head.

Creak….. Creak…..

It sounded like a rusty door scraping against the floor, or perhaps like something ill-fitting being forcibly wedged into place, which sent a chill down his spine.

……He shouted.

“Get down!”

Inside the room, two knights hastily knelt down as the duke drew his sword. Simultaneously, a red light flowed from the edge of the blade.

An exploding light. It was not an aura, but the result was beyond an aura.

Kuuaang-!!

The red aura completely blasted away one side of the wall and the roof, leaving a shimmering afterimage before dissipating. The thick dust obscured the view.

Tak, tak, tak-! The sound of something very light touching the ground could be heard. Lucas turned his sword and faced it upright when a sharp bone knuckle gripped the sharp blade.

His gaze sank deeply.

“Skeleton…”

Tak tak!

Through the empty eye sockets, a ghastly red glow pulsed.

The skeletal creature, with rotten teeth clashing as it tried to gnaw at its foe, faced Lucas. He forcefully pushed it back with his sword, and the two knights stepped in to engage the skeleton as it lunged once more.

Clack, creak… Sounds of skeletons defying the natural order and rising from various places in the village could be heard.

The undead. Eternal beings who lived an everlasting existence during the time of darkness. They wandered through the ages without rest, the monsters of the eternal. In the face of their appearance, Lucas tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

“Your Excellency! Your orders!”

Skeletons couldn’t be dealt with using conventional means.

There were only two effective methods: either incinerating their bones through prolonged exposure to high heat or utterly obliterating them to the point where they were unrecognizable.

Otherwise, they would recover from any damage and charge relentlessly. These were the undead, beings who had lost all memory of their past lives and harbored eternal hatred for the living……He sighed..

“Destroy them! Aim for their joints first and sever their limbs!”

“Yes!”

One fortunate aspect was that the knights facing the skeletons were all seasoned elites. It was precisely the reason why skeletons were so terrifying—they had no memories. Only the living retained them.

When faced with these creatures on the battlefield, soldiers who had forgotten this fact often hesitated and were left feeling futile as they encountered the undead who had lost all memory of the life.

Creak creak creak-

As the red glow enveloped his sword, smashing one of the skeletons into complete oblivion, the duke turned his gaze toward a corner where an eerie sound was heard. It was the same house he had demolished earlier when he blew off its roof.

Inside the house, a portion of the body had turned into a handful of ashes, and only a skull remained, barely hanging on with parts of its face missing. This remaining skull clacked as it bumped into something.

[Great, one…..]

[Souls…..upon this, land……]

A skeleton was speaking?

Pushing aside a charging child’s skeleton with his sword, Lucas glanced around.

Gillian, who was wielding a dazzling aura, and the elite knights who were efficiently reducing the numbers of the skeletons through coordinated attacks didn’t seem to pay any attention to this talking skeleton.

No, it was more like they couldn’t hear it.

……As if this singing voice were only audible to him.

[The time will come.]

A chill ran down his spine, a voice so eerie and distorted, as if it didn’t belong to this world.

It was not spoken with vocal cords but seemed to pierce into his mind, thick and murky like stagnant water in the depths. He staggered briefly under the bone-chilling sound.

‘Lu, no…!’

Again, that voice. A shudder, and a surge of red blood reversed within him.

[When the morning star sets, and the black sun rises]

[This tainted world will be saved from its impurity.]

[You, foolish ones…]

Your Grace–!

Having belatedly noticed Lucas stumbling, Gillian rushed to him, slashing away a skeleton that had approached. He touched his face with the hand that wasn’t holding the sword, as if his head were about to shatter.

During this time, knights formed a protective circle around the duke. The man took a moment to catch his breath and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

His black gloves were stained with deep red blood.

[Hail the Great One.]

“Silence.”

The duke, taking a deep breath, gripped his sword firmly.

‘The north may hold twilight, but the south is greeted by dawn,’ the lead of the verse. The ‘Dawn,’ a family heirloom and an ‘Oath’-grade relic, cried for a long time.

Dawn chose its master. So, on that day ten years ago when Dawn awakened, many things in his life changed drastically.

The light particles gleamed brilliantly, like dawn breaking – the radiant aura flowing from the sword shimmered in the watery reflections of the sun’s splendor.

A magnificent legacy of the night, as the crimson radiance erupted, banishing the darkness that had shrouded the dawn.

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