A large wooden statue was elaborately carved like a real Drake, and a group of dwarf children were surrounding it, swinging wooden hammers and axes. Is it really like a dwarf? Although they were toy weapons for children, they had an exquisite center of gravity and delicate craftsmanship, making them powerful enough to be used as actual weapons by humans.
Swinging them, the children were hitting the wooden drake here and there. Although these children are just a game now, someday when they become true warriors, they will have to pick up steel weapons and fight for their clan. Everyone’s expressions were extremely serious.
And from the stairs a little distance away, Siris was looking at that figure with faint eyes.
The children are noisy, and a faint image is overlaid like an illusion over that scene. The sight of little elf children running across the barren wasteland, the harsh, martyred land where the hot sun shines down endlessly.
-I caught a sarco lizard!
-I, too, found Silpad grass!
-wow! Those roots are delicious!
It was a harsh environment. It was a difficult life where the only job was to provide food for the day. For the young elves of the Danheim clan, play was the act of gathering food together to help adults. Just like those dwarf children for whom play is training, the play of the young elves who grew up with Siris was also just an act of survival. It was not a life where one could eat abundantly like elves or dwarves raised by humans.
But there were smiles on the faces of the young elves. Just like those young dwarves.
“ha… … .”
Siris sighed helplessly, feeling the cold wind rushing into a corner of her chest. She was a distant memory that had already passed several decades.
‘I thought I had completely forgotten it, and I thought I would never remember it again… … .’
Why? Seeing those children brings back memories of my childhood and makes my heart ache. Memories of my childhood that I had no regrets about because I had given up everything and thought it was just a dream.
Siris laughed weakly. It was then.
“Siris?”
Siris was startled and turned his head.
“Ah, Mr. Leffenhardt.”
It was Leffenhardt who had been wandering around the Grand Forge for a while looking for Siris.
“What are you doing here?”
Siris responded carelessly.
“I was watching the kids.”
“children?”
Reppenhardt looked away with an expression of not understanding. Siris stared in silence as he tilted his head and looked at the dwarf children.
Leffenhardt.
His master, whom he once thought was just a pervert. However, he possesses amazing martial arts and magical powers, and even dreams of a ridiculous dream of changing the fate of a different race.
and… … A man who always looks at me with warm eyes… … .
Siris opened his mouth without thinking.
“The children here are free.”
Leffenhardt looked back at her with sunken eyes. A low, strangely sorrowful voice continued.
“A life of difficult hardship awaits those children… … Among those children, there may be some who will never live to become adults… … .”
“… … Siris.”
Leffenhardt calls her name like a moan. Siris was embarrassed. ‘Why am I telling you this?’ But her once opened lips continued to spit out what was in her heart.
“But those children are free. Just like my clan when I was young… … .”
Repenhardt’s expression hardens seriously. Closing her mouth, Siris clicked her tongue. She couldn’t even figure out why she was saying this. It’s not even a complaint… … .
She tried to harden her expression.
“it’s nothing. I just suddenly remembered my hometown… … .”
After getting up from her seat, Siris opened her mouth with a calm expression.
“You came back a little early today. “I will prepare dinner.”
And then he takes a long stride. Repenhardt’s expression softened as he saw that.
‘It’s my hometown… … .’
I already knew where Siris’ hometown was.
In the western part of the kingdom of Grime, in the Spellat Desert, one of the most remote areas on the western side of the continent, a barren land of only sand and rocks that never allows human access. The land of lamentation where her family, the Danheim clan, lived.
In his previous life, Reppenhardt had also been there several times with Siris.
‘If you think about it, it’s my wife’s house(?), but I couldn’t find it without it.’
At that moment, Reppenhardt suddenly realized something.
‘uh? Come to think of it, I’ve never visited you in this life, right?’
Siris remembered that the entire clan was dead, but the truth was a bit different. It is true that when young Siris was kidnapped by slavers, she was chased to the point where the Danheim clan was destroyed. She did, but there were a few elves she managed to escape, so when she found the Wailing Lands again she was able to meet quite a few elves. She still vividly remembers how happy Siris was at that time.
‘Wow, I felt like I had already been there so I didn’t even think about it… … .’
Repenhardt hit his head, blaming himself. Even though she knew how happy Siris would be, she didn’t even think about it… … It’s good to return to the past and learn information about the future, but since I have memories of a future that never happened, I keep getting confused.
“Wow, I was indifferent too.”
Clicking his tongue, Leffenhardt made up his mind. I happened to have about five days to spare thanks to Russ, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to score some points with Siris!
Reppenhardt held the hand of Siris, who was walking ahead, and said with shining eyes.
“Siris!”
“yes.”
At his call, Siris turns her head with an expressionless face. Leffenhardt continued.
“Speaking of which, would you like to go to your hometown for a while?”
Then her expressionless face was filled with emotion. Looking at Siris who was embarrassed, Reppenhardt smiled in remorse.
“Just the two of us.”
In fact, this was what he was really aiming for. A trip just for two, how cozy and nice is it?
Siris asked back, dumbfounded.
“It will take about two months to get from here to there, right?”
It was a natural question. The Spellat Desert, where the Setelad Mountains and the Land of Wailing are located, is almost the northern and western ends of the continent. To get there you have to cross half of the continent. It is by no means an easy distance to warrant adding the word “temporary.”
However, Repenhardt was also a great mage who was even called the devil. Even though Tesron’s body made him into the habit of simply and ignorantly doing things with his fists, he still didn’t become so stupid that he couldn’t even consider that.
Smirking, Reppenhardt answered triumphantly.
“Is there a way here in Grand Forge?”
Chapter 12 Encounter with Memories
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The heart of Gairak, the Great Demon Palace, the throne of the abyss.
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This hall, which boasted its grandeur as the largest building on earth until yesterday, was now in ruins.
The solid granite wall looks like it will collapse at any moment, leaving traces of terrible destruction. The marble floor is dented and cracked as if it had been hit by an earthquake. Flames are spreading everywhere, spraying hot heat. Cold morning sunlight seeps in through the cracked ceiling.
Under the faint light of dawn, the two men were looking at each other.
A long black-haired man wearing a blood-red robe spoke in a weak voice towards the other person.
“You are strong, King Tethron… … .”
A large middle-aged man reminiscent of a steel tower answered while wiping the blood from his mouth.
“It is our victory, Demon King Reppenhardt.”
Tethron smiled triumphantly even in the midst of pain.
won Finally, this ‘continental nightmare’ was defeated.
Demon Lord Repenhardt.
The king of the dark empire Antares and the strongest and worst sorcerer ever in human history.
A true demon god who descended upon the human world, leading a million dark forces and ministering to demons from another world, burning half the continent and massacring millions.
How many lives were lost to defeat this evil sorcerer who burns nothing but infinite hatred for humanity?
Millions of armies sacrificed their lives to fight their way through the forces of darkness.
Many heroes sacrificed their lives to deal with the demons of this world.
Even though they shed blood like a river and threw away their lives like stubble, they never regretted their lives.
We managed to come this far based on countless sacrifices. From the sun set and the moon to rise, and from the moon setting to dawn, I fought against the Demon King with all my strength and capabilities. However, the power of Reppenhardt, the Nightmare of the Continent, was greater than imagined. Even his colleagues, who had reached the peak in their respective fields of swordsmanship, martial arts, divine power, magic, etc., just collapsed, one by one, coughing up blood in front of the Demon King’s infinite magic power.
By the time the cold of dawn enveloped the son-in-law, there was only one person standing among them, the one with the strongest body and the King of Powers, Thethron, who was even called ‘Unbreakable’.
All of his colleagues fell, but Tethron did not give up.
I endured and endured the pouring despair with only the blade of my will. And at the last moment, with an iron will, he burned all his life and moved his dying body, which seemed as if it would stop breathing at any moment, to deliver the first and final blow.
“Cough, cluck!”
Leffenhardt was continuously vomiting blood. The blood was black, as if rotten, and was evidence that his body was rapidly dying.
“Finally, it’s all over… … .”
Tethron muttered with an expression of emotion. The events of the past came to mind like a flash.
Countless sacrifices, endless suffering, countless comrades dying at the hands of rampaging orcs, dwarves, trolls, and elves… … .
Their sacrifice was not in vain.
It was never in vain.
“… … Now the others will escape from their demonic nature and return to their original form.”
Now everything will go back to normal. Orcs, elves, and dwarves will be able to regain their original gentle and good natures and live in peace as friends of humanity.
Now, the time has come to end everything.
“Go away, nightmare of the continent!”
Tethron clenched his fist in a solemn voice. Now, all that remains is to strike the final blow and bring judgment to that evil demon lord.
It was then. Leffenhardt smiled faintly.
“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…” … .”
A faint smile appeared on the face of the dying Demon King. Tethron was startled. What kind of cunning trick are you trying to pull by smiling in this situation?
At that time, the Demon King took something out of his arms. It was a small red gem. An eerie voice flowed from Reppenhardt, who bowed his head.
“La Ferte dem Isted Saffia… … I will twist the clear laws and deceive the eyes of fate… … .”
“Ugh!”
Tesron was surprised and raised the strength of his whole body. The red jewel taken out by the Demon King, an unidentifiable eerie energy was emanating from it. An unknown wave that cannot be seen but can be felt so clearly, so powerful that it feels distant!
Thesron rushed away in a panic, looking as if he had been stabbed in the back of the head.
‘I never thought I would still have the energy!’
Leffenhardt raised his head. A strange light leaked from the two black eyes.
“… … Go against the flow and stay under the laws of reverse heaven… … .”
“There is no way, you bastard!”
Tethron’s large figure split the hall like a fired cannonball. I had to stop it. I don’t know what kind of trick it was, but it had to be stopped.
“Aaaah!”
Tethron’s regime, which had burned down even the last of its strength, destroyed Repenhardt’s magic field. A fist clad in golden fighting pierced his magic field and fiercely extended towards the red jewel.
At the same time, an evil voice like howling from hell filled Thesron’s ears.
“… … “I will become the one who warps time and space!”
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Tethron opened his eyes.
