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The royal capital, the center of Cartedia.
The carriage carrying the subjugation team stopped for a moment in the royal capital, and the royal guards and mechanics who were waiting in the royal capital immediately caught up with the stopped carriage. While they entered the new destination and maintained the carriage, those who got off the carriage lightly relaxed.
“There’s a place I need to stop by. I’ll arrive in time, so go first.”
With those words, Destel left somewhere.
Those who remained waited for the carriage to be completed and passed the time in their own way. and···.
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Rak and Natida were looking at each other without saying anything. It’s just that they were looking at each other, but the eye level and the temperature in their gaze were not quite the same. Lark was sweating coldly, and Natida was glaring at him with her eyes wide open.
“Did you say you were going to deal with the King of Demonic Beasts, Barta? And that too alone?”
“There is a good reason for that.”
“I’m not asking why. I certainly don’t want to hear excuses.”
Natida let out a long sigh.
She crossed her arms and slowly tilted her head.
“Listen carefully, Lark.”
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Lark put his hands together politely.
Lark is called annihilation and is a symbol of fear to the Demon King’s army, and is treated close to a berserker… But even that Lark becomes infinitely smaller in front of his lover.
“I want to say that it’s reckless, that I’m crazy, that I’ll follow along, but I know I shouldn’t. I guess you have a mission that only you have to do. Is that right?”
“···right.”
“Of course, then it can’t be helped.”
Natida laughed bitterly.
She reached out and adjusted Lark’s clothes. Natida, who had been fixing her crooked collar, gave a yelp and grabbed Rak’s collar tightly.
“I won’t talk too much.”
Natida, holding his collar and looking up at Lark, slightly lifted her heel. At a height where the bridge of her nose was almost touching, Natida made eye contact with Rak.
“Come back alive. Definitely.”
After kissing lightly, Natida took a step back. Nati Da took a few steps back with her light steps and smiled, hiding her mouth with her sleeve.
“If I die, I might become a necromancer instead of a saint. I promise. I will come back alive.”
“Sigh,” Lark laughed.
Rak reached out and tangled Natida’s hair.
“I’m sure I’ll have to come back alive.”
Even if it’s for you, not for me.
Finally, with a tap, Lark lightly touched Natida’s forehead with his finger and turned around. Before we knew it, the carriage maintenance was completed. We came all the way to the capital together, but now it was time to separate to head to our own stages.
“Please come back, Lark.”
Lark raised his hand instead of answering.
With his back turned, Lark got into the carriage heading towards the northwest end. Resty, who was watching the scene from afar, frowned. There was no reason to feel bad at all, but for some unknown reason, my mouth felt dry due to an astringent sensation.
“Whoa…”
He sighed and looked away, and this time, Chloe and Belnoir, who were talking haha, came into Lesty’s field of vision. Resty’s expression became a little more crumpled.
“Master of Mage Tower, maintenance is complete.”
Resty turned his attention to the voice calling him. The wizards of the Magic Tower who were servicing the carriage were shocked by the crumpled expression on Resty’s face, and their shoulders trembled.
“Ho, is there anything that makes you uncomfortable…?”
“No. Good job.”
Resty relaxed his facial muscles and tapped the wizards’ shoulders a couple of times. Okay, what’s the big deal about lovers? She has her own magic tower and magic. That’s enough…
‘···They are also good at using magic.’
···I have summons and a magic tower.
It is a tower of hard work that will never betray and will never collapse. In short, they are perfect to have as a life partner.
‘Okay, that’s it.’
Resty glanced at the wizards under his command with proud eyes. The magic tower lord, who was usually very cold, smiled at them, and the wizards smiled awkwardly while breaking into a cold sweat.
“Input completed, maintenance completed.”
Maintenance is over.
“May your journey be filled with blessings.”
Leaving behind them saluting, the carriage carrying the heroes began to move again.
As the wrong god began to move, abnormal phenomena occurred in various places. The demonic beasts began to boil. But paradoxically, the front line was quieter than ever.
A place teeming with demonic beasts.
A place where demonic beasts gather.
Where abnormal phenomena occur.
Because all of those places were in the rear, not the front lines. It even felt as if demonic beasts were instinctively avoiding the front lines.
“Maybe that’s right.”
Raniel muttered as he walked through the quiet battlefield.
“Even though demonic beasts lack intelligence, they do not lack the instincts of beasts. They must have felt it instinctively.”
She sighed and laughed.
“On the front lines, death lurks right in front of us.”
Raniel stood right at the border of the front line.
A huge canyon blocking the way. The place was beyond a steep canyon. A place where the final ordeal that humanity must overcome awaits.
“Gehete, the place where death is silent.”
Raniel took a step.
I crossed the border and took a step forward. She was the dividing line between the demon realm and the land of humans, and her footprints that she stepped on were the footprints of mankind.
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Raniel walked, leaving footprints on the dry ground. Kalt walked after him. There was a path in the middle of the huge canyon, and the two people moved forward along the path.
“···I don’t say this often, but I do.”
Kalt said, raising his head.
“It’s a spectacular view.”
When you look up, what you see is a landscape of a canyon that is splitting, branching out, and drawing geometric patterns. No, it might be difficult to even call it a canyon. The scenery was closer to that of a large tree.
“More in the sense that it is a landscape that was created artificially rather than naturally.”
Kalt let out a laugh.
It is visible to Kalt. Numerous swords must have been swung from inside this canyon. The image of someone who made a path through a canyon and advanced by swinging a sword.
widely.
The two walked following the traces.
While walking along a long road, the two suddenly looked down at their feet. There was a long sword mark engraved on the floor. If you look up along the sword marks, there…
There is Gehete, a place where death is silent.
A place reached by crossing a huge canyon.
The ground there was full of all kinds of sword marks. All the scars carved into the ground were traces of swords. Traces accumulated over a period of one day, two days, tens, hundreds of days, years, or hundreds of years.
The traces do not only exist on the ground.
Kalt slowly raised his head. I went in and looked at the sky. Despite being in the deepest part of the Demonic Land, at the very end, the sky here was not pitch black. In the middle of the black sky, there was a bright blue sky.
It was a scar.
A scar that has not been erased for hundreds of years. It also testified to a feat that someone would have accomplished here in the past.
“Khalt.”
“yes.”
The sword marks carved in the sky speak.
Against the sky dyed black, there is a swordsman who carved blue in the middle of the black sky. That was the heaven that the first hero accepted, and the reverse heaven that he performed.
“Get ready.”
And, the scar carved in the sky asks:
It is both a question and a warning.
“come.”
“Are you ready to face the sword of heaven that defied the heavens of the past? If so, are you ready to prove your resolve and pride? If you have even done that…
“Sreung,” Kalt pulled out his sword.
“Why don’t you prove it?
Kiiiiing, Raniel raised his mana.
“In the face of death.
Raniel and Kalt looked at the same place.
“The things you have built up.
Under the torn sky. Above the carved and engraved sword marks. Thus, a swordsman stood in a place where even death was silent, where sword marks formed the earth and sky. One death stood.
“Is it really meaningful?
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
The most feared disaster opened its mouth to the challengers who came to see it. The voice that once rang through the helmet shook the entire plain. He doesn’t ask any more questions. Because what those who came here needed was not a question.
“Show your qualifications.”
“Just show it to me.
“Qualification to move on to the next step.”
“Pride, determination, and faith that will not give in to death.
“Prove it to me.”
“Prove it to me.
Deep in the forest, abandoned ruins.
Destel walked to the center of the ruins, pushing away the trees that had fallen on the ruins. There was a collapsed pillar in the middle of the ruins, and Destel lightly stretched out his foot and smashed the pillar.
Something was revealed beneath the smashed pillar.
What is revealed is a door with a strange pattern engraved on it. Opening the door, Destel entered the basement of the ruins. He knew this place. This was a passage that was quite useful in his time zone.
‘I didn’t know something like this existed back then.’
A hidden, hidden passage.
While walking down a fairly wide passage, Destel… Bigul let out a long breath. She felt alive.
“···It’s been a long time.”
As he walked, he remembered.
What may have been the past for him and the future in this world. And… he followed her back to her time and recalled the scenes she had seen.
“You can reach it, Raniel.”
“To a different ending than mine.”
“To the best ending that I could not reach.”
He became her apostle, seeing and hearing the same things as her. Even though she dispersed into her world at the moment of her death and permeated her current body, Destel clearly remembered the scenes she saw before she dispersed.
What Raniel van Dragoni experienced after returning.
The scenery she saw, the hope she had, the way she changed when she was broken, the way she smiled and said the best she could as before. And, her end.
“···Phew.”
Destel let out a long breath.
At the end, Raniel van Dragonic laughed. I laughed as Trias, not as Dragonic. She was able to put down everything about herself and laugh as a human being, as someone’s child, as her student.
“Yes, that’s how it should be.”
For heroes.
“It must be given a fitting ending. Absolutely.”
To a hero who is different from himself.
Those who sacrificed their lives for humanity must be given a fitting ending. That was Destel’s belief. It was the small wish of a coward who never became a hero.
“They are the ones who worked harder than anyone else.”
They always fight for the best of others. They burn their lives for the happiness of others and their peace. Therefore, the ending they reached… had no place for them in a world so beautiful that it could be called the best.
“It shouldn’t be like that,” muttered one of the cowards here. Destel walked with a smile on his face.
“therefore.”
Somebody.
“We have to fight for their best.”
Shouldn’t we fight on their behalf?
Shouldn’t someone fight for their lives by risking their own lives to save the lives of others? Bigul hoped that he could fulfill that role.
I didn’t become a hero, though.
Because he lived and died for a hero.
“What a f*cking goddess.”
Destel burst into flames and laughed. She stretched out her hand towards the door that closed tightly in front of her.
“This is how I repay my debt.”
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