The Carpet Walked Upon by the King of Death
“Are you afraid, Daniel-nim?”
The Border Count asked quietly.
Daniel could not answer.
“....”
It had only been a single sentence.
Who would not fear a man who killed thousands of soldiers with nothing but a few words, without even swinging a sword once?
That man standing proudly atop the white unicorn no longer seemed human.
Daniel even began doubting whether Juhwan truly belonged to the same race as everyone else.
‘I thought he was simply an ordinary man with extraordinary abilities.’
But this was not human power.
It felt similar to the ancient stories where gods once walked among mankind in human form.
“Daniel-nim, you must not misunderstand.”
“....”
Misunderstand what?
Thinking that, Daniel looked toward the Border Count.
The old man smiled, wrinkles forming around his eyes.
“That power does not belong to the Hero. It belongs to the…
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