The Great Sword is not the Main Body!

The drug-addicted parents sold their children for six gold coins.

The nobleman who bought the siblings coveted the body of a girl who was not yet 15 years old.

So the boy ran away with the girl.

He walked barefoot through the cold, frozen world.

He went through the harsh winter naked.

The boy who came out into the world.

For the girl, he stole freedom for the first time.

He stole warmth.

He stole fullness.

He stole hope.

Every time, the girl laughed.

Even though she knew it wasn't hers.
Even though she realized it was originally someone else's.

Because she knew what efforts the boy had made and what sacrifices he had made.

She couldn't help but laugh.

In that way, the siblings secretly enjoyed the happiness they had stolen, what should have been theirs.

But even that didn't last long.

Their master suppressed their freedom.
The master of warmth forced cold.
The master of fullness made them vomit everything out.
The master of hope thrust despair into them.

The world took everything away from the siblings.

Still, the boy did not give up.

He went forward to save his only family.

Once again.
Stealing warmth, fullness, and hope.

He ran out of the world and hid among the demons.

The boy covered himself with the demon's skin.
The girl covered herself with warmth.

The boy ate the carcass of the beast that the demons had left behind.
The girl bit into the cold, yet delicious bread.

The boy swallowed the filth.
The girl drank clear water.

As time passed, the boy grew more desperate.
The girl lost hope as time passed.

But the siblings laughed.

The boy wanted to show the girl light.

The girl wanted to give the boy a dream.

They wanted to have their own hopes.

They laughed endlessly.

In that way, the two siblings passed the cold winter and arrived at the warm spring.

They arrived at the village of Hablon, surrounded by high walls.

They found new hope, their own complete happiness.

The village welcomed the siblings.

They wiped away the blood of the demons.

They healed their wounds.

They gave them a proper job.

A warm meal, a cozy bed.

They provided a stepping stone to move forward.

They didn't have much, so they could share.

The siblings were grateful that they could enjoy what they deserved.

They were happy that they could no longer steal and that they could enjoy their own complete happiness.

After the warm spring, when the foundation was established, and winter came again.

The boy became greedy.

He made up his mind after seeing the adventurers hunting the demons around the village.

He wanted to gain strength.

He learned everything from over the adventurers' shoulders: their movements, their skills, their personalities, their speech.

Clumsily, but steadily.
Fearful and painful, but strong.

He endured and endured, the boy.

Lucci became an adventurer.

He gained the strength he had wanted.

The strength to protect his younger sister, Lux.

The poison he had honed to survive until now had become a talent.

That talent became a light and illuminated Lucci's path.

Lucci, who had pursued his light, had become an unparalleled genius who had reached the gold rank in just three years when he turned 21.

The siblings were no longer tormented.

They thought they would never experience the harsh cold of the past again.

The meat of the beast that made them vomit.

The leather.

The filth.

They thought they didn't have to look for it.

Then, a stranger came to the peaceful village.

He looked similar to their past self, so they offered a helping hand.

Just like the village did.

They acted the same way.

They gave the stranger warm food.

A cozy bed, and a decent job.

And that night.

A dozen nobles and knights came to the village.

They stepped into the village, saying they were looking for the thief who stole their belongings.

At that moment.

A strange trumpet sound rang out.

In Hablon.

Disaster struck.

*****

"Judging by your expression, it seems you haven't completely forgotten."

“This, crazy...”

The man took out the dagger hidden in his sleeve and threw it at Lucci.

Lucci lightly knocked away the dagger flying towards him.

“Your gripping skills have improved. First, what should I do with that slapped foot?”

Lucci swung his sword.

“Keuuuuuuuu-!”

The man’s right ankle was cut off.

“If you keep moving, it’ll be hard to aim. Who’s the one who made you only have one eye?”

He swung again.

“You, you little brat… Keu ... “I won’t die now. So, why did you do that back then? Let me hear the reason.”

Lucci crouched down in front of the man and thrust her sword into his left hand.

The man shuddered in pain, and the horn he was holding fell to the ground.

“Fuck! You crazy bastard! F**k, f**k!”

The man’s scream echoed through Roholan.

People came out one by one to watch the situation.

The adventurers of the village.
The guards.

Doing nothing.
They’re all watching.

I don’t understand.

Why isn’t Heinzel, who was standing next to Lucci, stopping Lucci?

Why is Rubia.

Blocking me?

“Rubia... What the... are you doing? Why are you just standing there. Nothing...”

“Noah. As a priestess, I don’t know if I should say this, but right now… I think it’s best to stay still.”

“What, you say…? What do you mean? Right now, right now, that man-”

“In the ruins, on the day Noah fell asleep. I heard the truth about the disaster from Mr. Lucci.”

Rubia cut me off with a very subdued voice.

“They say that the reason the village of Hablon collapsed was not because of the nobles, but because of the Nol.”

“Nol…?”

I thought of the high wall of Hablon that I had seen in the ruins.

That wall that I had collapsed while pouring blood from my entire body.

“W-That doesn’t make sense. How can a Nol break down that wall? Let alone break it down… It seems like he won’t even be able to enter. And, what's with that guy and Nol-i...”

“They say that the thief who had been hiding in the village opened the door to escape from the nobles... As soon as the door opened, the leader of the Nol-i blew a trumpet and came into the village... and the blood that people shed as they died made Karpeng-”

"The man opened the door... and the Nol-i rushed in...?"

If the man opened the door and the Nol-i came in...

I understand Heinzel and Rubia's attitudes, who know that fact.

But.

It's strange.

Rubia's explanation and my knowledge don't match.

Thousands of Nol-i can't be gathered in one place.

And only at one of the village entrances...?

That's absolutely impossible.

No matter how different the game and reality are, it's absolutely impossible.

Those crazy puppies can't stand being hungry so they can't gather like that.

I widened my eyes and looked at Lucci and the man.

Lucci was continuing her conversation with the man.

And the man.

Towards the horn flute lying beside him.

He was quietly reaching out.

A horn flute...?

“Lu, Via... You said the sound of a horn rang out when the game came in...?”

“Yes. Mr. Lucci said he couldn’t forget that sound-”

A horn flute... A trumpet, a monster swarming in.

“A wild horn flute...! This crazy...!”

He immediately turned around, drew his greatsword, and ran towards the man, shouting.

“Mr. Lucci! A horn flute! Don’t let it blow!”

The man who heard me took out the dagger he had hidden in his sleeve and swung it at Lucci.

Lucci swung his arm and knocked the dagger away.

The man immediately put the horn flute to his mouth.

But before the man could blow the flute.

“Ugh.”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Lucci grabbed the man's jaw and pulled it out.@@novelbin@@

His jawbone was pulled out and his mouth gaped open, unable to blow the hornpipe anymore.

The man just kept screaming desperately.

Lucci ignored the man's screams and quietly hummed while looking at me.

"Noah. Do you know what this is?"

"Tch... Yes. When you blow this horn... all the monsters in the area will gather. Maybe even the past Hablon... because of this..."

'Frenzy Hornpipe'.

An item that gathers the aggro of all the surrounding demons to one place.

It was an item that had the outstanding effect of gathering in one place, but it also had the side effect of making the demons go berserk and become stronger.

That's why it was usually only used by parties of 6 or more.

I didn't have any friends, so I didn't have any reason to use it...

"I see... so this was the item you stole from the noble..."

Lucci's gaze turned to the hornpipe.

“The reason Habulon fell... was because of this worn-out flute...”

Lucci’s sword slowly rose.

“Yeah... I won’t hear anything more from you.”

The moment it swung at the man,

the man screamed and shoved the horn into his throat.

The horn stuck in his throat with a deep, cracking sound.

It made a trumpet sound like the sky was opening.

It was shattered by Lucci’s sword.

And, far away.

In the ruins we came from.

In the plains we were going to go forward.

The cries of the demons echoed.

Heinzel and Rubia approached.

“What was that sound just now, Noah...?”

“Lucci, kid. What happened just now?”

Ignoring Heinzel and Rubia’s words, I widened my eyes.

Beyond Roholan, reaching the ruins and plains.

Blood burst out without fail.

My head started to hurt as if it would burst at any moment, and even the blood vessels in my body swelled as if they would burst.

I drank the potion I had in my pocket and expanded my senses even further.

“Noah! What are you doing! Blood, blood...!”

The senses that had been endlessly spreading stopped.

The demons rushing towards Roholan came to mind.

Drawn.

Drawn.

Drawn

Being drawn.

Being drawn.

Being drawn.

Endless.

Continuously.

Being drawn in my head.

Countless.

Unable to estimate the number.

At least, thousands.

No, tens of thousands of demons were rushing towards Loholan.

Roughly 15 minutes left.

Even if 30% of the villagers die.

Karpeng of the ruins awakens.

We must stop it.

We must stop it, somehow.