Alkeia, a land for non-believers.
Alkeia, as its name suggests, is located deep underground where no light leaks. The owner of this land did not want the sun and stars in the sky to shine on him, so he built his own temple deep in the world.
Alkeia’s owner, Gleria, smiled.
“Go ahead. “Before my whim ends.”
Belnoir bowed his head to her without saying a word.
Even Belnoa himself did not know why he bowed his head to the terrible disaster. Maybe it was just because the woman in front of her felt like a senior rather than a disaster.
Belnoa took a step forward.
I kicked the ground and started running.
The ramp continued to the outside of the abyss, and the crustaceans that were supposed to be guarding the road to prevent anyone from escaping the abyss were now silent. Belnoa ran through the skin of a giant crustacean.
At some point, the light source that illuminated Alkeia instead of the sun and stars became blurred. After passing through the fog that covered the hillside, there was no longer any warm light. The red-tinted moon only illuminates the hill.
···I returned to the magic world.
For a moment, Belnoa felt awkward at the expression that he had returned, when he felt the ground he was standing on shake. It feels like something is passing under the ground with a thud.
“······.”
Belnoir looked back without saying a word.
A hill road shrouded in black fog that looks like the entrance to an abyss. The water blocking the steep hill began to sway violently.
Something is coming.
Belnoa gritted his teeth and increased his speed.
It’s been a long time since he was pushed to his physical limit, but at this moment, Belnoir felt the need to squeeze out the remaining stamina. A moving shadow enveloped the body of her Belle Noah.
[···Wow!]
A familiar voice ringing in my ears.
As the connection with the goddess that had been severed upon escaping from the abyss was reconnected, the goddess shouted into Belnoa’s ear in a truly surprised voice.
[You’re back, how on earth?]
There was no time to answer that question.
Belnoa broke one of his fingers and made an offering, and the goddess looked back while hanging on Belnoa’s shoulder. Her drifting fog, and her fog piercing…
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
The apostate’s familiar, the crustacean.
[···I guess running away should come first. I get it.]
A subspecies of dragon that was once his creation.
She let out a long sigh as she looked at the dragon who had lost herself in the mix of countless things. The breath she let out turned into mist and a shadow and enveloped Belnoa.
Belnoa started running, wearing a shadow.
A strong vibration felt in the back.
The noise of piles of dirt and rocks being ground up. They gradually got closer until I felt them right behind my back. This is the moment when the crustacean with its mouth wide open is about to devour Belnoa.
I flinch.
It was only for a moment, but the crustacean’s movements stopped.
Although it was only a moment, the crustacean’s jaw bit into the air and Belnoa succeeded in reaching the top of the hill.
“Ugh, huh…”
Belnoir took a deep breath and looked back.
The crustacean no longer pursued Belnoa. They disappeared into the fog again, and Belnoir felt someone’s gaze beyond the fog.
The gaze was felt only for a moment.
Eventually, the gaze disappeared, and the abyss that had swallowed the crustacean became quiet. Belle Noah relaxed, sat down in her place, and continued to rub the back of her neck.
I almost died, really.
[···To be honest, I thought it was the end.]
While Belnoa was wiping away his cold sweat, the goddess wrapped her arms around Belnoa’s neck and murmured.
[In the words of someone who was more faithful than anyone else. When you fell where that child was sitting… I thought it was really the end. You somehow came back alive.]
Belnoa laughed bitterly as he listened to the goddess’ trembling voice.
“Yes, somehow…”
Belnoa rubbed the back of his hand.
The back of the hand touched by the apostate.
“I think I have good connections.”
[···Networking?]
“Belial, and… I don’t know why, but it seems like he came back alive thanks to old man Cardi.”
Belnoa took out a letter from his arms.
A letter entrusted to you by an apostate to be delivered to Cardi. Staring at the letter, Belnoir wordlessly shoved it back deep into his robe.
“When I go back, I’ll have to meet my inspiration.”
Because I have a lot to ask.
Belnoir mumbled and glanced at the goddess. She seemed to know something, but she did not answer Belnoa’s questions.
[Yes, let yourself hear it.]
“It looks like you know a lot.”
[You should know. However, the only stories I tell are those of children who can no longer speak for themselves.]
The goddess smiled bitterly.
[Let them hear it for themselves.]
Belnoir nodded slowly.
Finally, Belnoir let out a short sigh and slowly stood up. He succeeded in escaping from Al Kia, but this place was still inside the Demon World.
widely.
With one more reason to go back, Belnoa took steps again.
2.
Gletus, the apostate, looked up at the sky from the edge of the abyss. As she looked towards the direction of the young man who left here a little while ago, she quickly turned her head.
“I’m jealous.”
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Belnoa, a child who resembles Belial.
The moment she faced the person who followed in her old colleague’s footsteps, she could not help but reminisce about the past. A brilliant past. A past that can never be returned to. That’s why it was a beautiful memory.
Gletus felt a little jealous of the child who was probably having the most brilliant time. A little bit of anticipation too.
The color of the human soul was visible in her eyes. She saw the shape of a soul. And, most of the souls she had seen were cloudy. Things that are far from their pure white essence. A soul tainted by reality, repeatedly compromised, and covered in foreign matter.
Such souls cannot reach the path of transcendence.
You can’t break yourself and move on to the other side.
Strong desire, strong motivation, or innocence, or longing. Only such emotions bring humans closer to their essence. It used to lead humans to the path of transcendence.
『I will definitely kill you.』
『I won’t forget everything you took from me.』
『I sacrifice my entire life to kill you, to take revenge on you. Definitely, definitely…』
The father of a child who wanted revenge did that.
『I will never create a tragedy like this again.』
『To keep the promise I made to you here, I will give up the rest of my life.』
The wizard did that to keep his oath.
『Not once.』
『I have never once thought of this power as a curse. Because of this power, I was able to save many people.』
『If this is not a blessing, what is?』
Just like the warrior who pursued pure longing did.
Transcendence is ultimately a return to essence.
When the soul shines the whitest, humans have the opportunity to move on and have the most brilliant brilliance.
“I’m shabby compared to those kids, but…”
Although it is fleeting. Although it is weak.
Nevertheless, the apostate saw light in Belnoa.
“You have it too.”
She told Belnoa that she hated a defiled child like you, but at the same time she said that, she saw an apostate. A piece that shined even in a tainted soul.
It is the Holy Grail that he himself created.
The apostate caught a glimpse of Belnoa’s hope engraved in the miraculous cup, a hope that would never be tainted or compromised. The apostate was intrigued by that hope.
‘Next time we meet.’
Maybe, I might be able to see the brilliant light.
“···aha.”
‘Gleria’ smiled.
She smiled and carelessly touched my chest. She smiled faintly as she touched her scar, which was covered by her robes. These are the scars carved into her by the one who preserved her purity more than any other soul she had ever seen.
Dressing my wounds.
Gleria closed her eyes.
A scar that clears my head a little. With her clear head, she remembered her past again. Reminiscing about her truly joyful and rewarding days, she walked towards her own temple.
I want to go back, but
Now she knows she can’t do that.
Because we have already come a very long way. Because I got off the road. Gleria closed her eyes. Opening her closed eyes, Gletus headed into the depths of the temple.
To where you should be.
3.
Two days passed.
As it had already been ten days since he spent time in the Demon World, Belnoa felt something breaking into his sanity. The demonic energy of the Demonic Sutra does not only affect the human body. The mind is also eroded.
[Come to your senses.]
The good news is that there is someone nearby to hold back my fading consciousness. Every time Belnoa’s pupils became blurry, the goddess awakened his spirit.
[Aren’t we almost there?]
“Yes, definitely…”
Belnoa walked unsteadily.
The gait does not have the same lightness as before. It was difficult to reduce his presence, so now the sound of Belnoa’s steps was closer to a screeching sound rather than a ‘tap’ sound.
How many battles have you fought with a body like this?
I’m not sure because I gave up counting from the middle.
Belnoa walked through the wilderness, dragging his feet. After walking for a while, he finally came into view of the spot he was aiming for. A bizarre cliff visible in the distance.
As long as you get over that cliff, the rest is easy.
There are a lot more places to hide and you can escape from the influence of the demonic world just a little bit. Although there was a delay, if we crossed the cliff and walked for a few more days, we would be able to reach the front line.
“Whoa…”
Belnoa let out a long breath and walked away.
This is the last place. Once you get past this point, the tracking party will no longer be able to chase you. That was the moment when Belnoa approached the cliff.
Kiiiiiiiig!
A tearing noise, resembling the cry of a bird, rang out from the sky. Belle Noah raised her head and looked at the sky. Wyverns were hovering in the sky.
“···under.”
Belnoa let out a laugh.
The wyverns hovering in the sky all had their horns broken. Belnoir knows what that means. Soon, a huge shadow appeared in the sky.
Its size is incomparable to that of a wyvern.
The dragon was looking down at Belnoa from a higher place than the wyverns. Dragons don’t howl. I just lower my head slightly. As if making a path for the owner riding on him to go down.
Soon, a thumping sound rang out.
Someone stepped on the dragon’s head and leapt.
The moment it fell at high speed and landed on the ground, dust rose up. A voice came from the rising dust.
“It’s truly amazing.”
Leader of the Wyvern unit.
“The fact that he survived for so long in the Demon Realm, the fact that he continued the battle while injured, and the fact that he escaped safely from the land of the Great One…”
An old superman from the magic world.
“How dare we arrive at this point?”
Dragon slayer, Asterio.
“It’s just amazing. Honestly, I want to applaud you. “I’m not being sarcastic, really.”
He lightly waved his hand and kicked up the dust.
“I was waiting. Shadow Knight.”
Just as Belnoa regarded this point as the final gateway, so did the Demon King’s army that was pursuing Belnoa. In the end, Belnoa had to climb over this, so Asterio was waiting for Belnoa on top of this cliff.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t go over here.”
He aimed the tip of his greatsword at Belnoa.
Belnoir laughed as he looked at the tip of the sword pointed at him. The end of the journey. What is waiting for him at the final gate is none other than the devil’s superman. A superhuman who must have lived for hundreds of years.
···Compared to that, how are you?
A wound that is open and dripping with fluid.
Mind clouded by addiction.
A phenomenon of demonic energy poisoning caused by demonic energy erosion.
I am in a state where all I can do is stand because I cannot eat properly or rest. In addition, minor wounds were preventing him from moving his body.
In this state, you have to fight with superhumans. Even more so with the infamous Wyvern unit he leads. To be honest, all I heard was that he was told to die here.
“That’s right.”
Asterio laughed bitterly at Belnoa’s muttering.
“I’m sorry.”
But, said Asterio.
“An order is an order, so you must follow it. “The Great One desires your death.”
Before being a warrior, Asterio is an executive in the Demon King’s army.
He waved his hand lightly, knowing that the accomplishment of the strategy must be prioritized over personal honor. Wyverns hovering in the sky began to descend all at once.
“This is your last place.”
A wyvern descending while breathing fire.
A dragon preparing its breath to sweep the area.
And then, a superhuman rushes between them.
Belnoa gritted his teeth as he looked at the superhuman who was doing his best to deal with him who was dying.
This is the last registered session.
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