Chapter 368: The Eve (1)

Go beyond one's limit.

It is a sentence often followed by those who show extreme effort. Most people perform feats which even criminals would dare to touch and achieving surprising feats not expected by anyone is ridiculous. This can be used as a tribute to a person.

But how many would hear that they pushed themselves to their limit?

'No. very few.'

This was Bratt Lloyd's candid idea.

Right. They don't cross the limit. It is just that the innate limit is high. He didn't intend to undermine the efforts of others.

But it was the truth. Most of the people who are said to have reached the peak through relentless efforts were geniuses from birth, and they devote themselves to killing their bodies for it, but their level couldn't break through the limit. They just touch the ceiling.

'Of course a lot of people cannot even do that. touching their limit, even that itself is a wonderful thing. But...'

"That won't do."

In the room inside the sorcery sphere, Bratt would mumbled.

It wasn't just some motivation to the mind.

He was smart and is good at objectifying himself. So he knew. Even compared to Judith, Ilya and Airn are said to be putting in an effort which doesn't disappoint anyone... but that is lacking.

Talent.

A genius which will be passed down from generation to generation going beyond the time and being engraved in history.

But Bratt didn't have that, yet he had to stand before the Demon King.

'Even if we try the best, it wouldn't work.'

'Transcend one self.'

'If I cannot do that, I will end up being a burden to the friends.'

'In that case, it would be better to be tied up here for the rest of my life.'

'With the alter ego I can never get ahead.'

"... don't joke."

Bratt shook his head chasing away the darkness which lingered in his ears. Right, it is funny. If he was a normal one, he would have lost his motivation and drowned inside frustration.

If the standard ways don't work, use a trick.

If the trick doesn't work, gamble. If you cannot surpass yourself with that, risk your life for it!

Bratt Lloyd, who found a new breakthrough, continued the dangerous training which was close to experiments on his body.

Pung!

"Kuak..."

Trying to find efficient ways to use aura.

Crr..

"Ugh... my side..."

There were times when his heart shattered due to the regulation of blood which was accelerated. There were countless other failures, but it didn't matter. Because he was able to survive indefinitely

In the sorcery training.

Right. For Bratt, this place was nothing more than a scam place where he could gamble with the price of his life. Of course, in the process his body accumulated pain and suffering which was engraved into the soul...

He couldn't stand it.

He couldn't afford it.

Throwing away life to save the world, the estate, the family, and his friends... and protect his lover.

'This much sacrifice makes sense...'

Pung!

Swish!

"Ack... kuak...!"

Failed again. In return for excessive strengthening, his right arm was blown. Due to the power in sorcery the arm had returned almost right away, but the wounds that his mind remembered weren't easy to erase. Brat held his breath unable to move right away.

Of course, it wasn't like that.

"Haa, haa..."

When the breathing stabilized, no Bratt Lloyd got up before he could stabilize the breathing and grabbed the sword. He took his stance and focused.

Ching!

A sharp gleam in the eyes of the man who gambled with his life again.

... Recalling what happened inside the sorcery sphere, bratt closed his eyes.

This is a way to transcend one's self.

A story that he couldn't speak to his family, friends or lover. It was painful, but it was a practice which had to be done to overcome future suffering.

'If I don't have enough strength to protect my people, then dying is the best way.'

Of course, he wasn't going to speak that to others. Even if he risked his life for growth to prepare for the battle with the Demon King and decided to sacrifice himself for the sake of his loved one, this didn't need to be mentioned. Rather, he needs to pretend to be bold and relaxed. So he can lessen their worries.

But...

'Quincy Myers... How do you know? My condition?'

"Because I have been through it once."

"..."

"What is with your expression."

"No, it feels like you read my thoughts..."

"Because it is obvious."

"Is that so?"

Bratt, who spoke to Quincy, frowned.

Is it because he is an old knight? Or has supernatural powers of a priest?

As he was thinking about it, the red knights commander spoke.

"A few months before you came, I went through something similar. I met a powerful devil in an unexpected place and the subjugation team was on the verge of annihilation. If Iit was me, I probably wouldn't have overcome it. but when we all put the strength into the sword and with the determination to make it through. A miracle happened."

Quincy Myers recalled what happened.

Right. It was a true miracle which couldn't be described. When he was determined to sacrifice everything for the crew, the power he was able to exert from the body crossed the limits. Although he lost his strength in return, the old man didn't regret it.

Bratt nodded as he heard it.

Now he understood. Quincy Myers is just like him. that is why he could understand Bratt's condition at a glance, and gave a advice...

Thinking that far, he looked puzzled.

As the former Red Knight's commander said, an act of risking the self to create a miracle. To break the limits of birth and reality and achieve something more.

"You don't do that."

Quincy Myers urges him to not take that road. He didn't understand. It was absurd but not absurd.

What was he trying to say?

Is this what people say, if I do it is romance and if you do it, you are being a third wheel?

Why did he sacrifice himself for the squad and say no to bratt...

"Because you and I are different?"

"..."

"Why aren't you speaking?"

"it feels like you are reading my thoughts..."

"Obvious thoughts."

"Is that so?"

"A kid's thoughts are obvious. After all, you and I are different."

Quincy Myers paused for a moment and then spoke as he closed his eyes.

"I will be 127 years old with this eye, even if I don't fight the devils I will enter the arms of God. If I can save the bright lie of my junior knight who wants to sacrifice his life, it would be quite profitable for me. But you aren't old or on the verge of death. You are a man who will live and develop more in the future, you will be the huge sea which embraces people but now you are thinking of embracing death, so don't do it."

"...."

"I am well aware of your concerns. You know your own shortcomings better than anyone else and nevertheless you wouldn't give up. You always will find a way to stand his comrades and block the demon king's front. However..."

Quincy Myers stood up. With all his muscles lost and his shabby body standing seemed difficult.

But he's still looked bright like the commander of the Avilius. He touched the shoulders of Bratt.

"... to break the limit, being ready to die isn't all. Conversely, you can break through the wall with the desire to live."

"Desire to live..."

"Right. The desire to live. Create the right chance to amplify it. that too before you go to face the Demon King."

"..."

"The reason to be crazy for living. Why do you have to come back alive? Remember, the battle with the Demon King doesn't have to end with your life. Heed my words. Uhgh..."

Thud!

Quincy Myers after speaking he fell back on the bed. He didn't look too good. Just standing for a while was pushing him to exhaustion. Overwhelmed by it, Bratt realized it too late and stood up.

"Mister Myers!"

"It is fine. I am fine. Uh, uh... it is just a little too much. A little rest cures all."

"..."

"I will tell you again. I have no regrets. I still remember it all very clearly. The sword which shone on the last page of my life, that brilliant aura..."

",,,"

"But not you. Your life has just begun. Death and life with the body leaning towards one of the two.... Death isn't desirable, lean for life more and more, to do that.... uh, uh... I need to lie down."

"I..."

"Enough. I have enough energy to do that."

As soon as he said that, Quincy Myers adjusted himself. Slowly, the trembling legs moved and sweat was dripping from the forehead. But Bratt didn't support him, he couldn't.

"Phew... go, go and work."

"... yes, thank you."

Bratt Lloyd couldn't even properly respond to the old man and was kicked out.

"... a willingness to die, and a desire to live."

His head and stomach felt heavy. He left the room to get some night air and wandered around in the palace.

To be honest, Quincy Myers is right. The present self was centered to death. It has been that way through his training. Because it was a sword made to cut down his life, and that made him overcome his barrier and without Quincy Myer's words, he would have met the Demon King with that thought.

"Desire to live, the desire to lie, an opportunity to amplify it..."

How much power will it give?

Bratt wasn't sure if that would allow him to break the limit like being ready for death.

However, he wasn't going to ignore the words of that old man. The words of a senior who is 100 years older than him. be right or wrong, he was going to take the words seriously. There are 10 days left for the fight. If something happens, he would certainly be able to understand it.

'Of course it isn't that, I will have to make up my mind first...'

It was when he was thinking about it a voice came.

Familiar faces and familiar voices.

"What? Is brother really..."

"No, my son was like that?"

"I-Is that weird? No, am I wrong now? Uh, no if I take back what I said, i..."

"Huhu, to have such a side."

But the combination was unfamiliar.

As always, mother, father and younger brother were talking as they were walking.

But the appearance of Judith talking with them with an awkward expression, awkward voice and awkward walk...

...

...

...

'Did you mean this?'

Watching the lover approaching him little.

Seeing the woman who can be more than just a lover, Bratt thought.

Family.

Future

And...

"..."

As he faced the chance, a bright smile appeared on the young man's face.