Chapter 109 - Volume 2
Chapter 53 – Planeswalker
The undead monster took a giant stride and raised its axe. Even though there was a wall behind Brendel and the monster, he was experienced enough to know that he was within attacking distance, and his heart raced quickly. He was unable to think of any solution and the only way he could think of was to sacrifice an arm to save his life.
He was already prepared to make a decision like that.
But at this moment, he clashed into an impossibly attractive young man who was about the age of twenty five who came from the corner. He had silver hair and purple eyes, and his lips were pursed tightly together in an gloomy expression. Behind him were two men wearing a uniform that was deep blue in color, complete with silver colored armor, a long sword attached to the belt, and the pauldrons had silver scales on them.
They wore the formal uniform of the Silver-winged Cavalry.
The young man was the illegitimate son of the Grinores duke, Lord Tirste, who worked directly for the commander of the Silver-winged Cavalry, with the rank of Master Sergeant. He was slightly surprised when he saw Brendel, as if he remembered something, but his expression quickly darkened. He did not say anything and immediately thrust the rapier into Brendel’s heart.
His movements was blindingly fast; his hand did not shake and was accurate. It was something akin to drawing a very fine line with a silver thread, and anyone would have found it difficult to perceive it.
Brendel was particularly alert from the battle with the undead monster. He immediately realized that the person in front of him was hostile and not friendly. As he did not know how strong the person was, he could only try to cover his vitals and turn to one side.
“It looks like you’re very confused?”The young man said.
Brendel recognized the robe on the young man. But the crimson emblems that intersected each other in four directions on the sleeves made him pause.
A high level Elementalist who held a Twelve-circle spell was able to become a Spirit user, and an envoy for the Spirit King, and would have one flower emblem on his sleeve.
Two flower emblems meant he was a Grandmaster.
Three flower emblems are considered Sages.
[Four flower emblems? Elemental Emperor, Tulman? This young man looks like he fits the legendary description from Mirrna’s records. Black hair with blood red irides, a follower of the Dark Dragon.]
He hesitated for a long, and did not dare to confirm if he was the legendary figure.
[Didn’t he die a few thousand years ago?]
But the young man seemed to see past his questions and nodded.
“Indeed, I am Tulman.”
“You’re Tulman?” Brendel was so shocked that he forgot his surroundings. “How is that possible?”
“That is not important, Brendel,” He replied. “My last contractor had perished three hundred years ago, and the previous person who brought the cards here did not wish to give up on his path as a knight. What I did not expect was to find a new successor just after a few decades.”
He stopped and gave a smile. “What I mean is, would you like to stop here for a while and listen about the tale of the Planeswalker?”
“Planeswalker?”
Brendel was stunned.