Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 27-1] A Competition of Two Brothers

Dawn inched as they stepped out of the mouth of the cave. Back to the Dark Forest. The two hugged tightly as a farewell greeting. Two siblings travel their own paths in search of a weapon, which they will use as a means of vengeance. Tura headed south, while Pata stepped west.

The sky that is a witness continues to rotate the sun and moon alternately. Being a loyal audience the journey of two brothers facing distress in each of his breaths.

Facing thieves, murderers, the fierce wild and its contents, and the temptations that often force them to go on a journey. However, no matter how big of a hindrance, the two continued to advance. Armed with a strong determination in the heart, until finally they get what they are looking for.

On the other side. The power of the king grew. The surrounding regions and kingdoms could be conquered so easily. It only took a matter of months until the entire continent was brought to its knees under his rule.

The despotic king was so happy with the achievement he managed to achieve. At least until the priestess of the king's creed brought bad news about two young men who were about to overthrow her from the throne. They were holders of a pair of continental heirlooms whose strength was equivalent to that of a lazarus gem.

The orders were taken down, the contest was announced. Capture the two young men with silver fang spears and red claw swords. High offices and large monetary prizes were given to anyone who could carry them both, whether alive or dead. As soon as the king's word was spread.

Violent warriors, bloodthirsty killers, and people tempted by wealth and office immediately vied to hunt down the two young men. As a result, making the path of Pata and Tura to meet again at the promised place, became hampered. It was harder than at the beginning of his departure.

However, fate that is over the steep road full of thorns, actually brings them to the starting point of the story. In the valley where they were born, and his mother was buried.

The day before the sun rises. The blood of the soldiers and robbers was spilled on the wet grass. Attacking from the eight winds, Pata and Tura were standing side by side next to her mother's tomb. The spear thrust in Tura's hand, and the saber of Pata's sword, cut the attackers down. Make the valley like a bowl of dead bodies and blood, when the sun has gone up a piece.

The spear that Tura was holding, the handle was made of a very flexible yet powerful silver mine gyre. Sharp-eyed colored matching for twenty-five centimeters, with the middle is decorated with gold thread motifs. As a perfecter, between the handle and the tip of the spear embedded white feather decoration dangled like a lion's mane.

Pata's sword is no less beautiful. A twenty-inch wide double-edged blade, decorated with red ancient rune inscriptions. A poem about courage. The handle of his sword was made of gilded copper, the barrier at its base was in the shape of a wing span.

The two show off each other's weapons. Laugh, and tell a glimpse of the story of the journey while parting ways.

However, in the midst of that happiness, Tura's mind was struck by a bad feeling when Pata introduced a girl. Mirala. Beautiful with her thin face, friendly and carefree attitude, but from her gaze radiated a sadistic cold spotlight. Making anyone look at him would be crimping my hair.

Initially, Tura did not really mind the peculiarity of the girl who saved her sister on the way home. Maybe it was just jealousy, because Tura already had a mooring of heart and was a little distant from her. However, the feeling was reluctant to fall down, and instead grew stronger as with her own eyes, she watched Mirala speak and cast a spell on a lizard in the middle of the forest. When they are overnight.

The suspicion was finally no longer able to be contained in the final half of their journey towards the castle of the despotic king. As a result Tura witnessed how the girl defeated a platoon of soldiers with her magic rapes. The two brothers had a big fight for the first time. They almost killed each other with a weapon that should be a death scythe for the despotic king.

"I beg you to stop. Don't make your struggle in vain because of me. I'll tell you the truth." Mirala's words in the middle of the two brothers' fight. Successfully stopped the brawl of both. "Yes, it is true that I am the god-witch of the despotic king. I was the one who predicted that you would kill him to put an end to the cruel power of that cruel man. But, that's all I do just for the sake of being able to escape from his grasp. For the sake of being with Pata who became my first love."

The two brothers' quarrel ended. Tura relented even though she still kept a wedge in mind of Mirala's true purpose. However, for the sake of their sister and purpose, it was a feeling that he buried deeply.