Black Butler Dagger 소설 & 이야기

A silver dagger with a black hilt with the design of silver dragons coiling around it came flying out of nowhere just then, spinning so quickly as it impacted with the missile, that the missile actually split in half down the middle before falling to the ground with a dull clang. The dagger that had just saved their lives then flew back through the air before being caught by someone descending to the ground with a parachute. The newcomer, a nineteen-year-old male with his hair framing the sides of his face perfectly, with his hair just reaching the nape of his neck, was dressed in a white shirt with a black coat which reached his thighs. He had on black jeans, and dark blue and white sneaker

I glanced around the room, but nothing seemed out of place. “What the hell happened?” Slowly, I got up from the ground, reclaiming my seat on the bench at the vanity. Brushing my hair was the last thing I remembered doing. So, how did I end up on the floor? I returned to doing that, but something caught my attention on my wrist. “What is this?” It was a two-sided dagger with a sharp tip, wrapped in an ornate black full cross-guard with a skull at the top and a serpent with its jaws ajar, coiled around it. I ran my thumb across the weird ink, but winced at the pain.

The white haired butler raised his clawed hand; he had now pinned 019 to the ground, ready to claw 019's face to the death. 018 readied to use his sword to stab the white haired butler when he brought 019 face to face with it and then slammed him back on the ground. Again, again, and again. The Shadow growled before mindlessly imbedding his sword into the side of the tailed white haired butler. It opened its mouth, and a ghastly noise reverberated from his throat and then something oozing of smoke came out of his mouth like liquid and landed on the Shadows face.

“I think you are flexible in using small weapons. This ebony bone dagger is made from a claw bone of a black dragon. Its sharpness could cut through the thickest of metals, and the energy left inside is could be used at an emergency.” Jared was startled at being talked to by Priestess Eva, but he instantly felt honored at being thought highly by the general’s mate. He hurriedly took the dagger and thanked Priestess Eva while bowing. He would not have stopped if General Markus did not pat his shoulder. Jared was embarrassed, but he closely held the dagger next to his chest with determination flashing in his eyes.

But the black gleaming object did not pursue him; as if satisfied in driving him far away, it circled back and stopped, hovering right in front of Winsome Widow. It was a short dagger. A short weapon with a blade as black as the darkest night, exuding a chilly aura that would make any foe's blood run cold. The scholar, with the other warriors who had been watching from the side, could not believe their eyes. Another powerful Sacred Relic!? Winsome Widow was surprised to see the black dagger, but she knew who sent it. She seized the short weapon and channeled her fire-based magic, imbuing its blade with tongues of flames that glowed with a burgeoning aura of its own.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

“You’re not going to touch me.” “Aren’t I?” She raised her hand, and from inside the sleeve of her black suit emerged a dagger. The blade was curved, shiny, with runes engraved that pulsed with a faint red. Pure silver. “An enchanted silver dagger. Cuts Lilim like butter. It’s a precaution. In case you resist.” “I will resist.” “I expected you to say that.” She advanced.

I pushed my way towards the young man and waved my hand in front of his face to get his attention. “Yes, sir. What’s your order?” “I just wanted to ask you, is he the only silver blacksmith in Dargot.” “Indeed! One of a kind, but very reasonably priced!” “And how did he get his silver hammer?” The man pointed over his shoulder to a lance hanging high on the wall. “The killer of the Radiant Sea Serpent. A fearsome beast that claimed the lives of over a hundred men. But no more, thanks to that beautiful piece of workmanship. An exact duplicate can be yours for only one thousand bits.”

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

Her black hair stuck to her face and was entwined with the vine that covered her mouth, still, I could see those freckles, the ones that made me ache to touch her in a way I shouldn’t. “Leneve!” I shouted with concern seeing her hung and strung like she was. My feet automatically moved to carry me towards her, so I could free her. “Wait!” Oliver grasped my shoulders, yanking me back. “The dagger.” He turned me to look at the other side of the chamber. Lo and behold there sat a damn dagger. Silver and glistening with a stream of white light shining upon it. The handle was crafted with swirls and the pummel contained a molded cutout where a jewel would maybe sit or had once sat.