Time passes quickly.
As summer was ending and fall was approaching, Raniel opened the newspaper. He checked the battlefield news sent from various places. Now, other names appear more often than his own, and Raniel smiles with satisfaction at that fact.
Descendants of Dragons, Belnoa Van Dragonic.
Torrent, Chloe.
An army made up of just two people.
The two men moved with only a very small number of people and acted as guerrillas in each battlefield. Just as the unit centered around Kyle and Raniel did in the past, the two were performing their roles as warriors well.
Raniel burst into laughter as he looked at the names the Demon Lord called the two people.
“Black Nightmare, Belnoa.”
A superhuman who carries a black storm.
All magical beasts related to dragons kneel before Belnoa. The infamous Wyvern unit lost its value due to Belnoa’s presence, and the Demon King’s army, deprived of air superiority, retreated repeatedly.
“Witch, Chloe.”
A wizard who is not bound by common sense.
The name witch was given because she tries to offset the spell with an equivalent or higher level spell, but she crushes even the opposite spell with her force.
With those two people, the battlefield quickly expanded. Although Raniel was walking ahead, the two were already following right behind Ranel.
Smiling with satisfaction, Raniel folded the newspaper.
Raniel walks forward again, looking at the juniors following him. To walk one step ahead of them.
…and just like that, time passes again.
Autumn passes and winter comes.
The leaves that fall to the ground crumble and disappear, and snow begins to pile up on top of them. On a bitterly cold winter day, Raniel opened the newspaper again.
Chloe and Belnoir’s activities.
The activities of the gray mages led by Resti.
And, written after them is the name of a hero who began to stand out in earnest a few months ago. Raniel confirmed the name of the newly emerged hero.
Destroy, Lark Van Grace.
Befitting the gruesome name of annihilation, the achievements that Lark had achieved in recent months were nothing short of extreme. He sets out alone against the incoming Demon King’s army to recapture Krempelia. Destroy his army and return without a single wound.
Afterwards, they raided the Demon King’s stronghold located near Krempelia, accompanied only by a saint. In one night, a blow that came close to annihilation was inflicted on the Demon King’s army…
The words pouring in all talked about the extraordinary achievements that Lark had achieved. Raniel laughed. Lark was no longer called Guardian. Because Lark’s way of protecting something was attack, not defense.
Destruction. Strike and destroy.
Lark was always at the forefront of battle and survived without a single wound. Seeing this, the knights accompanying Lark began to call Lark a symbol of victory. Just like a warrior was called that in the past.
“You’ve grown.”
Raniel smiled.
Lark Van Grace. Belnoa Van Dragonic. Chloe. Resty Eleanor. The performance of the children he raised is no longer inferior to that of the warriors who existed in the past.
···The world calls this time the golden age of humanity.
While the struggle against demons has continued for hundreds of years, this is the first time that humanity has overwhelmed the demon forces to this extent. Time and time again, they have repelled disasters, subjugated them, and even inflicted scars on the Demon King.
So now is the opportunity.
Now is the time to end this damn war.
The world, the people, historians, knights, and commanders all cried out together. The names of heroes. The name of the hero who leads this era. The name of Rania Van Trias.
“i think so too.”
She put the newspaper aside and stood up.
“If not now, there will be no chance to finish it.”
I take off the tent and take a step forward.
Over the past few months, Raniel has been aggressively expanding his front lines, and has finally succeeded in reaching this point. The heart of the devil. Raniel raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sky with a red moon rising.
Snow was falling from the red sky.
The snow is not pure white. The eyes that touched the magic energy turned black and red. With dark red snow falling like rain, Raniel slowly lowered his head and looked in front of him. What you can see below the cliff is a vast forest.
There is a huge hole in the middle of the forest.
A huge hole as if a meteorite had fallen.
A black vertical tunnel with no end in sight.
Raniel pronounced the name given to the vertical tunnel, which was like a passage leading to the abyss, out loud.
“A land for non-believers.”
The place where all old junk goes, Alkeia.
Humanity has already arrived at the abyss.
Before you know it, six months have passed.
2.
The promised 6 months have passed.
With the battle to annihilate Alkeia approaching ten days away, major forces in charge of each front began to gather in one place. Among them, the one who arrived first is the oldest warrior in the current generation and the general manager of the Eastern Front.
“It feels like it’s been a while since I last saw you? “After all, he is such a difficult person to see.”
Destel of servility.
Now that he has become the oldest surviving hero in this generation, he flopped down and sat down across from Raniel.
“It just expanded to this point.”
“I told you. “I think we’ll get here within half a year.”
“Easier said than done.”
Destel smiled bitterly and looked ahead.
The person sitting in front of me is Rania Van Trias, who is currently said to be the greatest force in mankind, and her true identity is the gray wizard Raniel.
A being with incredible power.
Although he has been a guy who has deviated from common sense since long ago, nothing compares to what he was then. Isn’t he being called a wizard who challenges divine authority?
‘I’m much stronger than I was then…’
Although it is much further away…
“Is the plan going smoothly?”
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“It went smoothly. “It feels like death?”
Raniel sighed and put down the documents. There was a tired look in her eyes. Seeing her like that, Destel burst out laughing.
Although it was much farther away than it was back then, it didn’t feel as far away as it did then. Because the person sitting in front of me was not a special being, but a human being just like me.
“I thought it would be like that, so I came a little early. “I just want to lend a hand.”
In the office area, there is a well-established Destel.
Because he didn’t spend years as general manager of the Eastern Front for decoration. As Destel took a bunch of documents and was checking them, Raniel suddenly opened his mouth.
“Do you not regret saying that you would participate in the operation?”
This is a story about the battle to annihilate Alkeia.
Raniel gave a clear warning when conveying this operation to Destel a while ago. About the dangers of the operation. He also added that he did not have to participate in this operation if he wanted to.
“Once the operation begins, all of humanity’s power will be concentrated in one place. So, of course, there will be a gap. “This will be an opportunity for the Demon King’s army.”
So, you can take on the role of filling that gap.
Raniel said so. He suggested that he could withdraw from the operation if he did not want to risk his life. And, in response to that proposal, Destel…
“I don’t regret it. “I regret it.”
I answered like this.
“I think I’ll regret it even more if I leave here.”
Same answer as then.
Raniel let out a chuckle. Because this was the answer he gave to Destel’s question in the past. As Raniel was laughing like that, Destel placed the documents down on the table with a thud.
“Hey, do you know what I’m hearing these days?”
Destel said as if it was a little unfair.
“The next generation of warriors all leave stories of heroism, but someone said that the only thing I would leave behind was the name Bigul. “No, isn’t that a bit too much of a comparison?”
He said, extending one finger.
“That bastard, Galahal, achieved the feat of single-handedly pushing a traitor to the brink of subjugation and rescuing the next generation of warriors. In addition, he has the honor of being the most heroic warrior, and there are dozens of fairy tales based on his story.”
one more.
“What’s that guy over there Kyle? I dropped the black dragon’s head. There was also a wound inflicted by the sword of death. Is that all there is? “I heard he even cut the Demon King in half once.”
Destel said, showing two fingers.
“Aren’t those guys ridiculous? I’m not that bad of a person, am I?”
I feel like the world is forcibly putting me down.
Raniel looked at Destel who was mumbling and shrugged his shoulders. Even though I was saying that, I knew it was only half a joke.
Even though that perception can be corrected.
Destel did not try to correct the misunderstanding.
As if that position was just right for him.
Destel had a habit of saying that when the critical time comes, you should run away in fear and not place too many expectations on yourself or in the world.
“It’s not wrong.”
Raniel said with a bitter smile.
“Because those two guys don’t make sense.”
“It makes me feel even more miserable to hear such nonsense coming out of your mouth.”
Despite grumbling, Destel did not stop checking the documents. Then, Destel’s fingers, which had been flipping through the documents, stopped and stiffened.
“I know it because I read the strategy book, but…”
Destel sighed.
“Is this really okay?”
The document held up by Destel.
The name of a superman was written on the document.
「Sword Demon, Draka.」
A superhuman bound by a contract of subordination.
In the past, Raniel had put a leash on an uncontrolled superhuman. A dependency contract signed by Draka himself. According to the contract, Draka was stripped of his identity.
The self taken away by the stars.
A self sealed by providence.
As it is, Draka has no means of getting it back. That’s what a subordination contract was all about. However, Raniel knew how to loosen the contract.
“Are you sure you want to let me off the leash?”
Destel said, pointing to the documents.
Are you really planning on letting Draka off the leash?
“I can’t solve it completely.”
Raniel said while touching my neck.
“I guess it will stop at giving back some ego.”
Destel made a shocked expression.
A look of unwillingness. It seemed as if it was really necessary. Raniel smiled bitterly and opened his mouth.
“If you’ve come this far anyway, there’s no point other than controlling it. “Because this is the stage that the Sword Demon wanted most.”
Suppression of apostates.
That was also Draka’s wish. For that one wish, Draka has sacrificed his life.
“and···.”
Raniel looked up at the sky without thinking.
The sky is hidden by a tent and cannot be seen. But Raniel was looking further than that. A star floating in the sky. When the star was first created… About the values that the first guide considered most important.
“You never know.”
Vengeful ghost. A person who wanted revenge.
“Maybe we can at least create a variable.”
3.
The second to arrive was Kalt.
After retrieving Draka from the north, Kalt arrived at the battlefield with Draka. The moment you open the carriage door, the strong smell of blood wafts out.
Trudging.
Draka walked away, scenting the scent of blood.
It looks like a doll with broken strings. Just before entering the barracks as ordered, Draka stopped walking. Draka’s head creaked and turned.
The place where the gaze is directed is beyond the horizon.
It is a huge vertical tunnel in the middle of a dense forest. The moment he looked at the vertical tunnel, Draka’s eyes turned red for a moment. However, it wasn’t long. Draka, who had returned to normal, walked into the barracks.
This is the moment I entered the barracks.
Draka raised his head.
Staring at him with wide eyes is a human sitting alone in the barracks. Rania Van Trias was looking straight at Draka.
Master of the contract.
She asked a question to the broken human.
What do you wish for?
* * *
For a purpose, humans can become as cruel as they want. He can become as scary as he wants. Draka knew that fact better than anyone else.
Because Draka’s own life was like that.
Lost, lost, lost, lost again.
Draka, who had lost everything and had nothing more to lose, walked down a path stained with blood. Lived only for her own revenge. Because revenge was her only reason to live.
A road stained with blood. A crooked and wrong path.
Draka knows what lies at the end of the road.
What awaits you there is destruction. Draka always saw destruction and came running. And destruction came faster than Draka expected. It may have been because I had vain hopes.
I wanted to see my daughter’s face again.
The world did not allow Draka a miracle.
The moment hope was taken away, Draka’s path collapsed. Draka’s spirit was broken the moment he had to face the most terrible moment again. The crumbled ego sank to the bottom of the soul.
Draka, stripped of his ego, swung his sword.
As a doll, he swung his sword in numerous battlefields. Non-stop. Without even thinking about it. Now, a long time has passed, and Draka has arrived at the front line. There was a purpose he had lost.
“Draka.”
Someone called Draka.
Draka’s soul, which had sunk to the bottom, stirred. The voice asked Draka. What is your purpose?
Even in a broken soul, purpose is imprinted.
Because it was a word that penetrated Draka’s life and the name given to the path Draka walked. Even though his ego was destroyed, Draka did not forget him.
“What I wish for…”
A doll’s voice that cannot be heard.
However, Draka’s voice contained heat for a moment. The heat that had not cooled down for a long time, the wick that had not yet forgotten to burn out, burned fiercely.
“plural.”
A ruined life. A broken sword. Broken road.
The place where the broken blade would go was determined.
“Revenge on the person who took everything from me.”
People who lived for revenge no longer hope for salvation. I don’t even hope for a miracle. What I want is revenge. That’s enough.
A sticky life.
Raniel inadvertently took a deep breath, and after a moment of silence, he waved his finger toward the sky at an angle. The moment his finger touched it, the contract that bound Draka was rewritten.
Draka was not freed from the contract.
What Raniel created was only a small gap.
It’s sticky life that leaks out between the cracks. Raniel suddenly looked into Draka’s eyes. The eyes, which had been out of focus, were now shining red. The bloodshot eyes were like those of an animal.
fantasy,
