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In an old handbook, the life of one person was written down in detail. There was a history of the struggles of someone who had endured longer than others.
Raniel turned the pages of the journal in silence.
At some point, the handwriting in Sugi changed.
The moment when handwriting changed from sharp and neat to hard brick-like was when shadows overflowed in Arcadia. She continued to read the note, which was written in someone else’s handwriting, not the Queen’s.
“Please protect Arcadia.”
“That was His Majesty’s will.”
Who wrote this memoir? It didn’t take long for Raniel to realize that fact.
“Your Highness said. If you find yourself in a situation where you can no longer write this memoir, write it again. He commanded me to pass it on to future generations.”
A person who was ordered to ghostwrite a memoir.
“My name is Rugran.”
“Rugran Clen Arcadia.”
“He is the scribe of Arcadia and a relative of His Majesty, born in the same blood as you.”
Rugran Clen Arcadia.
The name looked familiar. This is a name I heard when I was learning the history of the Kingdom of Cartedia from my teacher when I was young. Raniel knew that name.
‘The last name wasn’t Arcadia, though.’
Rugran Clen Cartedia.
It was the name of the founding father who founded the country of Cartedia, the last bastion of mankind, in an era of chaos when the world was blackened by the master of the Ten Thousand Demons and the disasters under his command.
My name is Rugran, and the name of the blood I was born with is Arcadia. Although I was born with royal blood, I was so far removed from the original family that it was difficult to call my father and mother members of the royal family.
I, too, was destined to live an ambiguous life in an ambiguous position, and to meet a moderate death.
Your Majesty placed me by your side.
Your Majesty has given me the title of scribe and ordered me to record your daily life and everything in Arcadia. I followed that command. I had a talent that I didn’t know I had, and that was recording and observation.
I saw many things by your side.
I learned a lot from your presence.
That’s what observation and recording are all about.
To observe, you had to know a lot, and to record, you had to organize and summarize. Naturally, I learned more. Although he may be shabby compared to Lord Cardi, who is called the Great Sage, he now knows more than others.
Then one day, His Majesty called me aside.
“Rugran.”
“Yes, please.”
“She has lived a life that is twice as long as you think. Ah, she has lived a life so long that she is truly sick of everything in this world.”
“···Is that so?”
“You look like you’re thinking, ‘What kind of bullshit is this?’ Yes, that’s how you would normally react. Well, I’m not going to ask you to trust me. However, I would like to ask you a favor.”
“Is this an order?”
“Please. Please.”
He took out an old notebook from his arms.
“If something were to happen to me… would you please continue writing this memoir? I would like you to write about the future of Arcadia as seen through your eyes, and your life.”
An old and worn-out memoir.
“Always prepare for the worst, Rugran.”
He smiled as he handed me a note with traces of a very long time in it. This memoir is his treasure, and he is entrusting me with the most precious thing. I carefully kept the notes I received.
I couldn’t read the words written in the handwriting. To my eyes, all the letters written in the handwriting appeared as black boxes. Perhaps other conditions are needed.
The queen said, ‘Only a child who looks like me can read it.’ She smiled.
I didn’t know what that meant.
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···Did he even see the future?
His worries became real.
The kingdom was covered in unidentifiable debris. Blood flowed everywhere in Arcadia. On the day when the water was flooded and swallowed up the kingdom, he became a sacrifice and disappeared somewhere along with the water.
That day Arcadia lost the sun.
Maybe humanity has lost its sun.
Not long after the sun disappeared, beyond the horizon, in the cursed land, the army of demons that were thought to have been completely subdued rose again. Unlike the past, they had a focal point. The lord they serve… to borrow the words of the Delohim Church, a false god has appeared.
The owner of ten thousand demons, the Demon King.
A false god has descended on Inse.
Every path it passed was full of death. Half of the world was stained black, and countless people died. Many large and small countries perished. So humanity began to retreat. The war that was thought to be over has come again.
It was a time of confusion.
“Assemble.”
It was a time of confusion.
“Stand up. Take up arms. Don’t forget your pride.”
There were many talented people in Arcadia who could correct the confusion. Those whom the Queen had raised during her lifetime shone even brighter when times of turmoil came. At the forefront was Arcadia’s sharpest sword.
“I am Ganicalt Van Galatric.”
He raised the holy sword containing the star’s blessing.
“It is the sword that is swung first, the sword that protects humanity. I will take the lead. Follow me.”
At some point, he began to be called a warrior.
Numerous heroes rose up, led by Ganikalt. Difficult times make heroes. The shining ones began to gather in the name of Ganicalt.
Champion, Ganicalt Van Galatric.
Great Sage, Cardi Van Armiel.
Dragon Shaman, Belial Van Dragonic.
Saint, Gleria Belle Armias.
In confusion they went on. He became a light to mankind. I watched them from afar. Wherever they headed, our queen was there. She is a queen who has been influenced by the wrong god.
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The war continued for a long time.
As the war continued, stories that we did not want to hear began to be heard. One day, contact with Abaddon and Tristan, who had headed to the demon world to chase after the queen, was suddenly cut off. Their last letter was as follows:
I found your highness.
I will take you back.
didn’t come back No one.
Akelm, an astrologer who reads heavenly principles, followed her to search for the magic world, but she also disappeared shortly after. I could face them again in the near future. In its worst form.
Abaddon, the giant tree of the land that carries a curse.
Tristan, the sun that illuminates the curse.
Akelm, a lake engulfed by a curse.
They swore allegiance again under the corrupt queen. In a non-human form. In this way, they became a disaster and revealed their malice towards humanity. They massacred countless people and destroyed many countries.
···It was full of stories I didn’t want to hear, and there were things I didn’t want to see all over the world.
Even in that world, there was light. There were some who took it upon themselves to be the light. Such was the case with the warrior Ganicalt van Galatric and his companions. They headed forward, cutting down old friends who had chosen the wrong path.
Ganikalt van Galatrik advances.
The Queen’s sharpest sword went to the Demon Lord to correct the Queen who was no longer good. I watched their journey. recorded. One day, more than ten years later, they began their final fight.
And again, the news was cut off.
It was that day. My memory disappeared in an instant.
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Something intervened in my memory.
I couldn’t remember the names of friends I had been with for a long time. It wasn’t just me. No one can remember the heroes who crossed this era. There were a lot of people who didn’t even feel uncomfortable.
It was thanks to this note that the Queen left me that I was able to hold on to my memories.
All records are disappearing and deteriorating, but this memoir remains unchanged. What I recorded in this journal has not changed. As I continued to read the memoir, I pondered the names of my close friends.
Ganicalt, Gleria, Belial, Cardi…
Alas, no.
Not all names were lost. There was someone other than me who knew the name Cardi. Although his life as a hero was erased, Cardi’s life as a magic tower lord remained.
I heard he had returned to the kingdom.
I was in exile far away and headed straight to Arcadia. To ask him. After taking so many days to reach Arcadia, what I saw was… a landscape I never wanted to see.
Transformed heroes were there.
My close friends were there.
The leader of the Guardian Knights of Arcadia, who had transformed into a bizarre figure, swung his sword at the castle wall he was protecting. The proud dragon shaman became an unreasonable beast and covered the kingdom with flames. The saint who cried out for the sanctity of her life blasphemed the value of her life and committed her massacre.
Arcadia falls.
Ah■■ka■■ is falling apart.
■■■■■ collapses.
No one can remember ████. Her mind was confused. I don’t remember the name of my home country. What was my name…?
Rugran. Rugran Clen ■■■■■.
Memories are erased.
Things that were precious are forgotten.
I read the memoir like crazy.
I re-read the sentences I had written several times. Because the moment I read the sentence, I was free from forgetfulness. However, that didn’t last long either. A day later, I forgot everything again.
It was a repetition of forgetting and restoration.
Every time I read the memoir, my head hurt like it was going to explode. Was he a mastermind for accessing inaccessible information? With a headache, I walked through the wasteland. He took the few who survived the fallen Arcadia and headed to the frontier he had seen while in exile.
The foundation has been laid over the past few decades.
The country was founded on a solid foundation.
There were people who complained of pain every time they pronounced the name Arcadia, so I changed my name and changed the name of the country to something else. Cartedia. It was a name with the meaning of ‘continuing the will of the old kingdom’ in ancient language.
The country of Cartedia.
Rugran Clen Cartedia.
As soon as the country stabilized to some extent, I started researching. Why did my homeland perish? What was my queen so afraid of? What on earth is this poison that the queen used to talk about?
It was a day when I was doing research.
Invisible handwriting letters began to appear. Have I met the conditions without even knowing it? I read the sentence my queen left behind. Not a single word was left engraved in her mind. And, there was the name.
A madman.
Acrita Clen Arcadia.
Raniel opened the end of the journal.
There, the results of research left behind by the founder of this country were written down. There was the persistence of someone who dedicated her life to fulfill the request left behind by the last queen of Arcadia.
『Acrita Clen Arcadia.』
Rugran Clen Cartedia said.
『The first madman.』
『I was agonized while reading the records my queen left behind. Why didn’t that being kill the queen? Why didn’t they directly drive the queen, who had been blessed by her star, to her death?』
The story started with a question.
『The queen seemed to think it was a simple whim or amusement of a madman, but I thought differently. The queen saw herself as the antithesis of a madman, and the star also seemed to want the queen to be the antithesis of a madman.』
He continued the story.
『If you look into the history of Arcadia, it is the same. The appearance of the child loved by the stars coincides with a period when numerous epidemics and disasters struck the kingdom. This means that it coincides with the time when the madman appeared.
Stella, a child loved by the stars.
A watcher, someone who reads the context of the stars.
These two talents that the Queen possessed were none other than talents for dealing with madmen. I felt the need to study this talent. Luckily, my granddaughter had both talents.
Did the Queen’s contract with the star continue in a different way? Or has poison lurked in my kingdom as well? It didn’t matter either way. Because what I have to do hasn’t changed.
So I started researching with my granddaughter.
We delved into the talents of Watcher and Stella. The focus was on its nature, use, and miraculous acts that the Queen had performed during her lifetime. As a result of repeated research, I was able to find the answer.』
Raniel looked at the last sentence.
We took a peek at the answer that humans have found through persistence.
“『Stella and Watcher are pawns.』
『At the end of the chessboard, they become queens.』
『That is the reason the madman kept the queen alive, and it is the variable that the madman fears.』
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