Warrior's Ballad posts
Chapter 85
Translator: Willia
It was an era that had yet to conquer the darkness of the night. When darkness settled thickly, people believed that demons or monsters lurked beyond it. Of course, they did exist in reality as well.
Chilling folktales could be found in every region. However, they did not have the power to make the home of a brave knight tremble.
The only source of light in the dimly lit dining room was a few candles on the table. Because of this, the face...
2025-02-20 13:38:49 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 84
Translator: Willia
There were various feelings when waking up from sleep. Sometimes there was relief after waking from a frightening dream, sometimes a foul mood from an unpleasant nightmare, and sometimes trying to force yourself back to sleep when you didn't want to wake up from a sweet dream.
But perhaps the best feeling of all was waking up naturally after a deep sleep, without any dreams and without any trace of exhaustion.
That was how Ricardt woke up....
2025-02-08 16:03:44 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 83
Translator: Willia
The Emperor was dead. He hadn't died of old age, nor had he succumbed to illness, nor had he fallen in battle. He had been assassinated.
The pinnacle of all men, the guardian of the Empire, had been assassinated. Of course, despite such grand titles, in reality, he had been nothing more than a unremarkable man.
While Ricardt and Marie had stepped away from the storm of history that was raging on, for some reason, the Crown Prince and Bella...
2025-02-08 16:03:23 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 82
Translator: Willia
A life-or-death duel was something that those who had never experienced it could never truly understand, the mindset, the resolve, the emotions involved.
The determination to kill your opponent by swinging or thrusting a cold blade, while also being prepared for your own death - perhaps one needed to be slightly mad to do such a thing.
Whether it was for noble justice or base greed, whatever the reason, in the face of victory and defeat, l...
2025-02-03 13:48:31 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 81
Translator: Willia
"If, and I mean if, an emergency situation arises, you don’t need any special technique. Just stab your opponent in the stomach like this, twist your wrist, and then slash, whether upward or sideways. The chest area has ribs, so it's difficult for a beginner. Cutting through bone isn’t easy."
Ricardt demonstrated by stabbing the air with a sharp dagger. The Crown Prince and Bellator sat on the ground, blankly watching him.
"Most of the...
2025-01-31 16:14:45 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 80
Translator: Willia
Ricardt liked the wind. Since long ago, even before he was reborn.
He enjoyed watching the wind blow across the fields during his days as a shepherd, occasionally gazing at the breezy fields alone even at Stormhertz, and the same held true during his academy days.
Because of this, he often thought about building a small hut in some cool field someday and living there.
Tending a vegetable garden, raising livestock, be it sheep or something else.
Chapter 79
Translator: Willia
It was a beautiful forest, partially shaded and partially illuminated by sunlight. The old castle blended seamlessly with the ancient trees, making it look like a natural part of the forest.
Sunlight pierced through the forest from the sky like a straight spear and landed on Ricardt’s sword. The light ran along the blade from the hilt to the tip.
Because of the drop of light gleaming at the tip of the sword, a few onlookers momentarily s...
2025-01-23 16:57:16 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 78
Translator: Willia
Near Nibelungen, there was an oak forest, and the Imperial Palace was located there.
The garden was designed to preserve the forest as much as possible, with only minimal trimming, allowing its natural beauty to stand out more than artificial aesthetics. It was said to reflect the taste of the 5th Emperor, Bellator I, who built the Imperial Palace.
Ricardt stayed at the edge of the Imperial Palace as a kind of dependent scholar, and the co...
2025-01-21 17:30:56 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 77
Translator: Willia
Time had passed since Ricardt completed the special commission and returned to Ernburg.
The withering grass had dried up even further, the leaves clinging to the trees had all turned to fallen foliage, and snow blanketed all of these skeletal remains.
The wind whipped like a lash. In the harsh and merciless winter, it felt as though all humans became wretched slaves.
Yet, the movement of the celestial bodies was indifferent not only ...
2025-01-19 13:32:14 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 76
Translator: Willia
Long ago, there were times when people had to unite their strength. This was during the invasions of the Salamans and Orcs, or the invasions of the Nord people.
The numerous tribes, divided into dozens or even hundreds, combined their strength to fight, endure, and sometimes accept the challenges to overcome the crises.
Thus, they ultimately survived and formed the Empire.
Among those many tribes, the Nibelung tribe played a central ...
2025-01-17 21:42:17 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 75
Translator: Willia
If one claimed they weren’t trembling, it would be a lie. To step into an abyss where not a single ray of sunlight reached.
But was this trembling out of fear? Or was it anticipation? And if it was anticipation, what exactly were they expecting?
Ricardt, unlike usual, did not sling his sword over one shoulder but instead carried it in one hand as he followed Remania. It was so he could draw it at any moment.
The "Rose Garden" theater had a passagew...
2025-01-13 19:33:34 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 74
Translator: Willia
The night, much like rich wine, undoubtedly held something that intoxicated people.
The darkness, the desolate streets, the peculiar unease, and the subtle moonlight - these were elements that stealthily drew out the buried, sordid desires hidden deep within the human heart.
As a result, there were many who became addicted to the night itself. Like nocturnal animals, they seemed to regain their vitality as soon as the night fell.
The people who h...
Chapter 73
Translator: Willia
The waves flattened as they washed onto the sandy beach and left behind a smooth, even layer of fine sand as they receded.
As he gazed quietly at it, it felt as if the dregs in his heart were also being swept away, leaving his mind clear and organized.
Ricardt lifted his head. And there, he saw an expanse of water stretching to the ends of the earth. It was the first time he had ever seen the sea. Though he had heard about it, this was his first time se...
Chapter 72
Translator: Willia
In the chilly autumn wind, crossing mountains and waters, two young swordsmen walked westward.
Before long, the mountains became barely visible, and they arrived at a land interwoven with river streams like spiderwebs and constantly swept by the wind. This was the Kingdom of Nethersland.
Creaking windmills turning round and round could be easily spotted everywhere, and tall reed fields, higher than a person’s height, were abundant.
The soil was...
Chapter 71
Translator: Willia
It was an open field, away from the city. Around them, dry grass grew, and the chirping of crickets echoed in the air.
The moon in the night sky, as if the sole witness, silently looked down upon the spot where Ricardt and his group were gathered.
A blazing campfire flickered, and next to it, a man bound tightly all over his body was sobbing and begging, tears and snot dripping down his face.
“I-I have a family. They took them ...