In the middle of the night, the three moons rose over Todeum, Weed went on one of the small hills.
“Finally, it’s time for the showdown.”
He had on the light absorbing Talroke’s black armor, the Noble Grace black helmet, Vampire’s cape and black boots.
Dark Knight.
The complete knight outfit.
Weed raised one of his legs and placed it on a rock, gripped his fist as he set his elbow on his thigh, and gazed down the hill.
Overlooking the Kingdom of Vampires, Todeum.
The appearance of dozens of old castles connected to one another was a very quaint spectacle.
As dawn approaches, the three moons: Pallun, Gorun, and Seirun were descending below the horizon.
In fact, since the sun did not appear, Todeum’s night and day had no distinction from one another.
At certain times where the three moons reached their peaks, it then plainly resembled that of day.
Since then, the morning began.
The light of Seirun shone on the hill Weed placed himself.
Hwiyiing!
And the wind blew exquisitely.
This was the moment Weed waited for!
In this great scene with such fine atmosphere, while the wind softly flow its path.
‘I gotta quickly take advantage of this moment.’
Weed, in his most elegant way, splendidly took off his helmet.
“Huu.”
Weed formed a light smile.
His hair caressed by the wind, while the cape flapped to its will.
With the guaranteed of a tough battle ahead; he mimicked the elegance of a champion: alone in solitude, and enjoyment!
‘Gotta relish this!’
He held this form for a long time while still gazing down the hill. Then suddenly, he drew his sword with his right hand.
The Cold Lott Sword.
Within it contained the spirit of ice, a sword of ice.
With this in hand, his damage output could be very high incorporated along with Weed’s level; the blade shone sharply from the daily grind.
‘This isn’t all.’
On Weed’s left hand was the Ancient Shield.
A shield forged by the best blacksmiths of the Dwarves.
A shield made from mithril and bones of unknown monsters.
The original beautiful patterns carved were unrecognizable due to the effect of time.
The lackluster shield was impossible to repair.
Nevertheless, it was a high class Unique item.
In order to fully utilize the shield, he needed to increase his stats and level to take advantage of it; but thanks to his Intermediate Blacksmith skill that he was able to use it.
Also, he also had on one the treasure of Nippleheim Empire, Baharan’s Bracelet. (when I sounded this out, it sounded like Val Hallen, the Viking God of Rock in Dexter’s laboratory. But keeping baharan for consistency for my fail last vol.)
But because it was a valuable item and he wanted to pamper it, along with the fact that his arm gotten cold, he removed it.
The added glamour of the finely crafted jewels on the bracelet didn’t fit his overall image.
“This is for the best.”
Weed with one sword in a hand while a shield in the other, stood as the wind reintroduced itself to him.
He deliberately didn’t wear the white gloves because it didn’t match this particular image.
He wanted to keep up the charismatic image and went barehanded!