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The festival is just one day away.
It is a festival to praise heroes and commemorate the victory of mankind, an event to announce that Cartedia has become an empire, and also a festival to serve as the coronation ceremony for the Empress.
It is a festival that will be held on a scale unprecedented in history.
The streets were decorated with flowers, street vendors were lined up on every street, and large and small stages were set up in the square. The streets are quiet now that it is late at night… but they will become noisy tomorrow morning when the festival begins.
widely.
As the sun sets, everyone preparing for the festival returns, and it is late at night in thick darkness.
widely.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the quiet night street. The sound of footsteps crossed the street and headed toward the outside of the royal capital. The guards who would normally guard the entrance were not there today.
Under the night sky where only constellations twinkle.
Raniel Van Trias left the kingdom.
A deep forest a little away from the royal capital.
There was a small cabin in a quiet forest. It was a hut used by woodcutters in the past, and no one is using it anymore, so it is full of dust.
Crack, crack….
But today was different.
Light was leaking from the abandoned cabin. The sound of firewood burning could be heard from inside the hut. Someone was in the cabin.
“······.”
One side of the cabin.
The stoic Destel looked at the weapon in his hand against the burning flames of the bonfire. Its original form was a long spear, but it was broken and changed into a sword.
Fragment of the star spear.
It was a keepsake left behind by Galahal and a weapon that his future self used until the very end. He discovered this shortly after the battle to suppress apostates. The reason is unknown, but the apostate kept Galahal’s weapon that pierced his heart.
Without any processing.
Without even using it as an ingredient.
The broken holy spear was simply left deep in the temple. Galahal’s relics were passed on to Destel by knights who discovered them while exploring the collapsed temple.
‘···I never thought I’d use this.’
Destel originally tried to tell this to Chloe, but Chloe just shook her head, saying she thought it would suit Destel better. He thought about donating it to the kingdom’s museum, but ultimately decided against it.
I thought this was something that should shine on the battlefield, not in an exhibition hall.
And it ended up happening that way.
He heard some stories from his future self and learned how to use this weapon. Future Destel said: This was his main weapon.
Bingle.
Destel turned the broken holy spear in his hand around. The Holy Spear, which had lost its platinum-colored starlight, did not shine on its own, but when illuminated by a burning flame, it glowed softly.
“Don’t you feel quite strange that it is the weapon of a star whose light has disappeared?”
Destel muttered.
I wasn’t talking to myself. Destel shifted his gaze and looked at the young man sitting in a corner of the cabin. He was holding a long sword in his hand as he looked at the bonfire.
A sword that was once a star sword, but no longer contains starlight.
He answered while holding the blade of his sword up to the campfire.
“I’ve never really thought about it like that.”
The strongest warrior, Kyle Torben.
The former warrior, who was called the symbol of victory, shrugged his shoulders. He glanced at De Stell and opened his mouth.
“You are stranger to me, Destel.”
“Is that so?”
“You seem a lot different from the one I used to know.”
“Who cares?”
Destel let out a laugh.
I too have changed a lot, but what about you? Kyle could only chuckle at Destel’s mumbling. These are two people who encountered each other on the battlefield.
One of them was the strongest warrior who was highly anticipated.
One was a servile warrior who was criticized.
But in the end, the last remaining hero was Destel. Kyle opened his mouth inadvertently as he glanced at Destel, who was still wearing a warrior’s uniform, unlike himself, who was no longer a hero and wore ordinary clothes.
“Aren’t you wearing your uniform well?”
“Now that you’ve retired, I’m the only one from the previous generation, so I guess I should at least wear a uniform. Actually, there are more reasons than that… Anyway.”
Destel let out a long breath.
That’s enough of the small talk. It was time to move on to the main topic.
“Don’t you have something to say to me?”
He glanced at Kyle with narrowed eyes.
“The first apostle of the goddess, that’s you.”
The second apostle of the Ash Goddess looked at the first apostle. Kyle was silent, and his silence was an affirmation. Destel sighed and continued her sentence.
“At first, I thought I became the second apostle because I was the first from the future… but that wasn’t the case. It’s strange when you think about it.”
The person from the future has disappeared.
Therefore, he had to be first, not second. But still he was second himself, and he did not have to look far for the reason.
“It already happened.”
A person who received the blessings of the Goddess of Ash in this timeline. The person who received ash from the Ash Goddess before him already existed at this time.
“When was it?”
“It must have been when I cut down the Demon King and was eaten by the Demon King.”
Kyle said calmly.
“At that time, I prayed to be able to hold a sword, and the guy from the future granted my wish. I think it was probably that time.”
I made a wish, and the Goddess of Ash answered my wish.
Just because of that, Kyle became her apostle.
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“Then you must have seen it too.”
“······.”
Kyle didn’t ask what.
Instead of asking a question, he nodded silently.
Kyle saw it while he was asleep. Things that unfolded in a future that no longer exists. That day, she saw with her own eyes her nightmares that had left her crying on her knees in front of her.
It may not have been the will of the Goddess of Ash. The remnants of her memories left behind in her fragments may have merely shown her that scene through her own eyes.
From that memory, Kyle saw himself completed. In the timeline experienced by the Ash Goddess, she existed as a completed deity. He became a disaster that could not be prevented by anything and swept the world.
“It was terrible.”
“I know yeah.”
Destel laughed bitterly.
“That’s why I can’t take these clothes off, I can’t take them off.”
Smiling, he smoothed the warrior’s uniform.
The war is over. The knights took off their helmets and armor. The wizards put down their wands. While everyone returned to their daily lives, leaving behind the things they had worn on the battlefield, Destel was still wearing the warrior’s uniform. He still did not let go of the broken holy spear.
That has to be the case.
Even though all wars have ended, Destel did not forget that he still had to cross one battlefield to end his struggle. That wasn’t just Destel’s story.
“Isn’t that why you don’t put down your sword?”
“It’s similar.”
The same goes for Kyle Torben.
It wasn’t just a warrior’s conquest, he was also wearing equipment for battle. He was still clutching his sword.
“It’s not much to say that he’s an apostle of the Goddess of Ash.”
Destel exhaled and said.
“The goddess they serve has already crumbled to death, leaving no power to bestow special powers on their apostles. That’s all she left behind.”
what?
“Proof that she existed.”
A story about people who have changed because of her presence, a world that has changed, and things that are moving in a slightly better direction.
“So there is only one thing for the apostle of the Ash Goddess to do.”
Gathering up the things she left behind.
To reach places she couldn’t before. That was all there was to do as an apostle of her goddess. The two knew what they had to do to make it happen.
“Did you get the explanation? To that guy.”
“I heard.”
“I was thinking about something crazy.”
“I don’t think it makes that much sense.”
“that is?”
“It’s something he would do, right?”
Kyle let out a long breath.
He put away his sword and stood up.
“It’s almost time.”
Kyle glanced outside the cabin.
The sound of footsteps was getting closer. Destel also stood up, clutching her holy spear in her hand. After putting out the bonfire, the two went outside the cabin.
Under the night sky with shining constellations.
Raniel van Trias was walking towards here. She too wore her warrior’s livery. Finally, she said, “Tap,” as she stopped in front of her cabin.
“let’s go.”
She pointed to the sky.
“Drop a star.”
In the middle of the night, three people walked.
Kyle Torben, the first Apostle of the Ash Goddess.
Destel, the second apostle of the Ash Goddess.
And the one who carries on her will, Raniel Van Trias.
They are the ones who received help from the Goddess of Ash and experienced change through her. They know a failed future. I knew the world was broken, and I knew the screams someone had screamed in some destroyed time.
They walk because they know.
Now that everyone is dreaming of a new future, let’s make sure that their dreams last forever. Now I can move forward without being tied down by anything. Raniel desperately hoped that they could do that.
An elf who was able to sleep for the first time in a thousand years, an old knight who decided to retire without any regrets, a knight who spoke of tomorrow in unfamiliarity, and countless ordinary people preparing for a festival.
Now, she hoped not to be tied down to anything.
“The stars have held the world together for too long.”
Raniel said.
“In the beginning, a being like a star would have been needed. Yes, because humans at that time were not even able to stand up. A being who would hold humans’ hands and raise them up would have been needed, a being who would hold and support humans.”
As she spoke, she walked away.
“But not anymore.”
She let out a long breath.
“Humanity moves forward under its own power. It no longer relies on anyone. Now is the time for independence.”
so that.
“We should tell that fact. To the mother or father of humanity. We no longer need your help. Now, let us go.”
She said with a light breath.
“I’m just going to talk about it.”
“For that matter, the atmosphere is quite scary, isn’t it?”
“Oh, I just said you won’t listen to me.”
Raniel chuckled and released his wrist.
Kyle carried the hilt of his sword on his back, and Destel fluttered his robe with his broken holy spear hanging down. They walked along a dark road at night. There was no need to find the way. Because if you look up at the sky, there is a path.
A shining constellation was pointing to the destination.
The place where the constellations embroidered in the sky flow is the city closest to the sky. The old capital, the city of the ancient dragon. They walked towards the place where the ancient dragon wizard Jormun van Dragonic was.
···Someone says
A hero is an agent of the stars, but he is closer to a representative of humanity. Those who stand at the forefront representing humanity are truly warriors. Someone… the first warrior Ganicalt van Galatric said.
And, there are four warriors here now.
Champion, Raniel Van Trias.
Champion, Kyle Torben.
Hero, Destel.
The warrior, Galahal.
He is not a warrior because he has starlight.
He is not a warrior because he carries out the will of the stars. They were warriors because they stood at the forefront representing humanity.
Four warriors walk.
The sun hasn’t risen yet.
The night was still deep.
The festival has not yet begun, humanity has not yet moved forward, and they are still caught up in something. That is why humankind’s war is not over yet.
They represent humanity.
To the final battlefield where humanity must stand.
fantasy,
