Episode 251
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Two warriors, a father and daughter, a red witch and a crystal princess, and finally a god of death and a bloody historian were clashing.
And then the daughter’s sword plunged down towards the most noble knight in the world, the father she admired so much.
Phew!
The petals of the blade fluttered. Bloody flowers bloomed.
A flower of death that takes root in flesh, blood, and bones and blooms in an instant.
Blood flowed along the man’s bones.
“… … !”
The flower was imbued with color. In the white, dark winter night, the petals shone with a cruel beauty.
It was a fight that couldn’t even be called a clash. No, it wasn’t even a fight in the first place. It was just a process of a misaligned entity finding its place.
The winter night scenery gradually fades.
Covering the place was the world of his daughter, Charlotte Orchardt, dyed in black and red petals.
“What a beautiful scenery.”
Buried in the fluttering flower petals, Father Shingeom Badel muttered indifferently.
It was as if he had finally found a place to lie down.
“The rose of the House of Lancaster, and the black of the House of Saxony.”
“That is the color that colors your world.”
Charlotte nodded silently.
“But it was my father’s sword that taught me the shape of this world.”
“… … I’m glad to hear that.”
Charlotte didn’t respond to her father’s words. But now she understood why he was here and what he wanted.
“When I fell to the sword of the ‘Warrior’ that day, I thought that the stained hatred towards the Empire was holding me captive.”
No. What held the man back to the end was simply the easy-to-understand fatherly love.
“I wanted to meet you and talk to you like this.”
“… … Then there was no need to cross swords like this.”
After a moment of silence, Charlotte finally began to sob, and Barthel shook his head.
“Your sword speaks louder than a thousand words.”
“still……!”
“I was never meant to be here from the start. I’m so glad that your sword has set that truth straight.”
The blooming and falling of flowers is a momentary event. The flowers that take root in flesh, blood, and bones and bloom are no different.
“Rest, Father.”
Charlotte forced a smile, suppressing her sobs. The conversation didn’t last long.
Charlotte’s heart was simply filled with a cold hatred towards the warrior who had defeated her father.
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The swirling fire and blood froze.
“… … !”
The bat wings rising behind Lady Scarlett’s back also froze as they were enveloped in the scattered cold air.
Clang!
The red witch with her wings torn off fell to the ground with an ear-piercing scream.
Blood was sprayed in all directions along the frozen ground of the crystal. It was not the blood magic of the blood elf clan.
It was a literal hemorrhage.
─ That kid, Ray Yuris, was like that too. Foolish things.
At the same time a voice was heard.
It wasn’t Sepia’s voice. It was the voice of the grimoire that was embedded in her heart… the 『Book of Absolute Zero』 whispering.
‘Winter’ was there.
─ Do you think that the embers flowing in the blood of insects can melt the ice mountain range?
“Ah, ahh… … !”
The standard-bearer of the Apocalypse who leads the end of this world.
In front of him, there was a witch who looked pale and exhausted, without any trace of the composure she had before.
─ It keeps ringing in my ears every day without me getting tired of it. I can’t possibly put up with it.
He stretched out his arms as if he was tired of winter, and a cold wind swept over him. No, it was something that couldn’t even be called cold or ice.
“… … !”
There was an absolute nothingness that did not allow any rejection.
The end of thought, which can truly be described as ‘the end’.
“Why is it so… … cold.”
Those were her last words.
In the face of the coming end of the world, there was no such thing as easy fear or pain. At least not for Lady Scarlett, for she had no room to feel emotion or pain.
However, Sepia, the owner of the grimoire, was not like that.
Sepia bit her lip in agony as if her heart was about to burst. This was never her will.
“Why, sir… …!”
Unable to control the power contained in the grimoire and going wild. These are not uncommon incidents for magicians.
Putting aside the fact that the object of that thought was something that contained the winter of the universe.
─ You look so miserable, child.
Looking at the sepia, he smiled as if he was enjoying winter.
─ But don’t worry, I’m getting sick of your mortal foolishness.
Winter continued, a white silhouette forming a human silhouette, albeit a whitish one.
─ Borrowing your body is only enough for a short while. Freezing this one star won’t be a big deal.
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Before long, the world of fire and blood that Lady Scarlet had scattered throughout the area had disappeared without a trace.
Once again, a world has disappeared.
─ These idiots of the stars keep repeating the same stupidity over and over again, buzzing around my ears like mosquitoes. Every time, I give them endless chances. How much longer do you think they’ll have to wait before they realize that their struggles are meaningless?
He grumbled as if he was sick of winter, but Sepia couldn’t even move her lips.
─ The truth that this world will end in ice. And the truth that no one can stop it.
He continued speaking as if he liked winter anyway.
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The world was steadily shrinking.
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Father and daughter, witch and princess.
And ‘history and death’ were clashing. But at some point, it wasn’t even a clash.
It was a scene of awe befitting the pinnacle of magic.
“Isn’t that ironic?”
Bloody Duke opened his mouth as he engraved the grimoire 『Book of Blood』 into his flesh.
“Blood and death.”
The wheel of history rolls only on blood. And wherever blood flows, death blooms.
What the bloody ball unfolded was the wheel of history that turned with blood, and in response, the black ball unfolded the curtain of death.
The god of death finally appeared there, with crow feathers fluttering.
Despite this, the two wizards could never harm each other.
“I never thought that the end of the ideas we pursued would eventually converge like this.”
“… … .”
Black Ball, Alan remained silent. Still, he could not have not known.
No matter how much he regrets and repents his past sins, nothing will change. I’m not talking about the Black Red Prisoners.
In the past, a man named Alan of Saxony was no different from the old lords of Saxony.
A monster who justifies any process for the sake of truth.
That is why the two wizards, the Black Ball and the Blood Ball, turned the wheel of history with blood and death for their quest.
“We are more alike than anyone else. We are like brothers.”
The bloody ball continued speaking as if it was enjoying itself.
“Because nothing in this world can separate blood and death.”
Before he knew it, the world he was unfolding was no longer even in the form of a barrier for fighting.
A scream rang out. It was the cry of innocent victims as the wheels of history rolled through blood.
The laboratory of the Black Red Prisoners.
The man was there.
As one who stands at the top of the Black Tower, a man who can never be free from the darkness of the empire.
Every time blood was extracted from innocent subjects, death descended upon them.
Each time new blood was injected into a subject who was near death from excessive bleeding, death was delayed.
Where there was blood, there was death. And man reigned over death there, like the king of the underworld.
As the 2nd unit commander of the Black Red Training Corps.
“It’s not too late.”
The bloody ball said.
“If you join us, it won’t be impossible to persuade the Shadow Lord.”
But only when his son Dale’s name was called did the agitation disappear from the man’s face.
As if waking up from a dream.
“I don’t think anything can undo the mistakes of that day.”
“What is wrong? We had good intentions.”
In an unpredictable future, this world will end in ice. The cause of the empire was established to prevent that truth and end.
“A world that can only be protected in that way would be better left to perish.”
The black ball answered coldly. As if the hesitation and confusion until just now had been a lie.
And that was when it happened.
“Scarlett… …?”
The bloody ball’s expression also froze coldly. The smile disappeared from his lips.
The world that had been swirling around the area was collapsing one by one.
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The warrior’s sword was broken.
Nanomachines gathered along the broken sword and tried to repair it, but the Shadow Lord’s darkness swept in faster than they could.
A swirling darkness engulfed the area and began to take away the nanomachines within ‘Sistina’s Control’.
Each and every particle of the machine, comparable to a quantum, is covered with the primordial darkness of the old dark mother, Shub.
“It’s the end.”
Shadow Lord, Dale said, finally putting an end to the battle between the two.
“Oh, shit.”
The warrior from the other world cursed softly.
“I knew this would happen.”
The only difference is that Dale never went after the warrior’s back like the Holy Swordsman.
The Peacemaker in Dale’s hand was sticking out, tearing through the warrior’s chest.
The warrior knelt down, and blood flowed out just as it had done then.
Dale turned his head quietly, looking down at himself dying again, filled with obsession and delusion.
It was at that very moment that a blue hologram appeared behind the warrior’s back.
─ It’s not over yet… … !
Sistine, the goddess of mercy and compassion, opened her mouth. No, she tried to open her mouth.
─ No, it’s all over.
Damn.
The hologram of Sistine, which could not possibly exist, was frozen in place.
─ According to the weather forecast, this planet will freeze solid starting today, and an eternal ice age will begin.
‘Winter’ was there.
A true god that no fake goddess can even imitate, a mortal god who never loves humans.
But it was never winter itself that Dale found so astonishing.
‘Winter’ had appeared in this world in the form of an incarnation, and its medium was there.
Sepia, who touched the taboo of the old empire to save her younger brother and carved the Absolute Zero Grimoire into her heart.
─ How can there be so many fools on this tiny star like a grain of rice?
Leaving her behind, Winter laughed as if it were someone else’s business.
─ Mother, it is time to bring down the curtain on the stage you created.
After laughing, Winter said.
The darkness of primordial times and the cold of apocalypse. The beginning and end of this world.
The power that the Shadow Lord possessed was ultimately nothing more than the power of an agent, given as an apostle of that being.
And then, the beings of the beginning and the end finally revealed themselves.
Mother of Winter and Old Darkness.
─ Shuv.
Despite this, Dale was not fazed.
“I’m still fulfilling my promise.”
─ Yeah!
Shubh doesn’t have the same mercy and compassion as Sistine, but Dale still believes.
That she loves humans more than anyone else in this world.
