Chapter. 15. Can someone who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (47)
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Boom!
The pyre piled up with the wreckage of the broken ship burned helplessly.
Even if the battle is over and the winner’s shout is heard, the horrors of the battlefield will not disappear.
Many piles of firewood were piled up on the glassy plain of the sand sea. The ship carrying the Holy Knights turned into smoke and stayed with them until their final journey.
Anaya was also in the same boat as them in the roaring fire.
“You are here.”
While I was just blankly looking at the flames, someone came up to me.
“This is Bergenev Aedran, head of Gold Geyser upper liquor and art precious metals trading.”
“….yes.”
Aedran. A direct descendant of the Aedran family. It must be one of her blood relatives that Lucilla mentioned.
Even at this moment, the sorrowful head was deducing his identity and the purpose of his visit. Since he is not in charge of grain, which is the best product of the Aedran family, he cannot be the eldest son of the father’s merchant owner. Still, he handles alcohol related to grain and is in charge of expensive trading items, so he is probably the second or third in line of succession.
“…It is heartbreaking to let someone go, but it is undoubtedly true that the saint achieved a great victory. As much as we mourn them, shouldn’t the Holy Son take the lead in helping the survivors express the joy of victory? “It is also the duty of a hero to announce victory to those who survived.”
“….Is that so.”
Speak of victory for others. I said it in a nice way, but if you interpret it, it means something like ‘Stop whining and get up.’
but. The three-year exclusive contract for all types of grains used by the Gwangmyeong Church is an enormous deal that moves the national budget. Since we proceeded with this by verbally and even shooting it like a rapid-fire gun, there must be a lot of work to be done in the future. Especially for the Aedran family whose real assets have dried up due to airborne development.
However, it was not a story to be told in this crematorium, where the holy knights’ funeral songs rang out. Under normal circumstances.
‘You chose practicality over my favor.’
As for favors, he would not be able to receive more than Lucilla, who had crossed the line of fire with him, so he meant to put an iron plate on his face here and only get the maximum benefit as a merchant and the subject of a contract. Presenting a contract full of all kinds of toxic clauses to someone who is obviously so sad that they cannot think clearly. It is a basic skill for merchants of this era. Perhaps this deal could change the succession structure of the Aedran family, which was like a rock, so it probably means that I will complete the contract with my own hands before my brother, who is busy with supply deals on the Western Front, comes.
….Reality is a wave that pushes away sadness. okay. It would be nice to work. Then, at least for a moment, you will be able to forget the vivid sensation of her end at your fingertips.
The moment I lifted up my weak knees and the merchant’s eyes lit up.
Clap-
“Did you say Bergenev of the Aedran family?”
A heavy metal gauntlet blocked the merchant’s outstretched hand.
“The saint is attending a sacred ceremony. “The matter of the worldly world will come after all the brothers of light who are departing have been sent away.”
A paladin with bewitching eyes and a grand physique. It was Gregory.
His blood-covered armor and majestic physique became a wall separating me from the merchant just by walking in.
“You are Gregory, leader of the Holy Knights of Roharam. I have heard many words. As expected, as a holy knight of light, even to my eyes who do not know light, his faith is-”
“Don’t let those who don’t know say his name carelessly.”
“Uhm… I apologize. It’s a shame, but it looks like the saint is just watching the ceremony… Wouldn’t there be enough time to sign the documents for a moment? We have prepared everything in advance, so if you, the saint, can at least prepare a seal…”
“Didn’t you say no?”
“No, that is for the saint to decide-”
“Or.”
Just like that.
“You, Bergenev of Aedran. How dare we say that worldly money-making is worth more than the lives of the two hundred and sixty-five people who died screaming? You come here to enrich yourselves with the money of the believers, but you don’t even care about the deaths of your brothers because it’s not worth the money? Is this Aedran’s attitude toward light?”
The distance between Gregory and the merchant became one step closer. Bergenev was also a direct descendant of Aedran, who had gone through all kinds of chaos, but he was not worthy of fighting a blood-covered paladin who had been in a bloody battle for less than an hour.
“I’ll talk about that deal again later.”
“Thank you. Ratura lo haram.”
“Okay then…!”
Bergenev retreated as if running away, and the paladin, who had been growling like a beast, turned to face me with a serious expression on his face, as if he had never done that before.
“If you have presumptuously interrupted the saint’s event, please punish him. “I will gladly accept it.”
“….no. “I guess I was out of my mind for a moment.”
A feeling that still lingers in my fingertips. The sensation of that moment, when her spine was broken and she was trembling like a small bird and falling limp, was so vivid that she couldn’t think about anything.
If losing just one person was enough, Gregory also lost hundreds of paladins whom he taught and trained together.
“Then… if I may be presumptuous, I will go a little further off topic.”
Gregory’s tired eyes met my sunken ones. Beneath the deep, hollow pupils, the pain of loss was reflected like a mirror.
“The reason the Holy Son has not yet made up his mind is because he has placed many more people in this large vessel that is different from the ordinary people. You are a vessel of light and represent the will of all of us. Your sorrow is like a heart of light that regards all those who have left here as if they were its own flesh. Even if you sit down and rest for a while, there is no one to blame. Rather, we will rejoice that we are in your arms, even if just for a little while.”
It was Gregory who commanded the remaining people while Anaya was frozen like a stone statue in the place where he was sent. He ordered the hasty recovery of the corpses of the Paladins sinking in the sand sea, collected the wreckage of the broken ship and piled firewood on the glass plain, and compiled a list of the war dead so that they could be buried in the manner of the church.
“But that’s why.”
Just like that.
The paladin knelt in front of me and put his hands together.
“You must hesitate and waver, but you must not fade away. If we, who have seen their last moments like the flash of dawn, stop here, who will prove that their deaths were worthwhile? “If the light rising through the night fades before it reaches the dark earth, who will know that dawn has come?”
“….”
“Pray and move on, brother. Our brothers and family up in that dark sky. “So that our loved ones can see our light and feel safe.”
“It is faith that moves me forward, and it is my brothers in faith who sustain me. Brother, as long as you continue the will of those who have disappeared, they will always move forward with us.”
“That is why our death is not the end, but a new journey, and the light of our fallen brothers continued life after life and finally reached the light guide. “We call the journey where all that light gathers and moves forward for a great purpose ‘light.’”
“Brother, please pray for those who will share your path. Ratura.”
“Latura…. lo-haram.”
It was a prayer and a resolution at the same time. The church’s pledge to fight against evil for as long as its history and to make sacrifices equal to that time. The oath of the Holy Knights to never let their sacrifice be in vain.
That weight centered my heart that was drifting in sadness. If Anaya had seen me sitting blankly like this, she would have said, ‘You’ve never chosen such a weak man, have you?’ Wouldn’t it have said the same thing?
When I thought of her like that, I let out a meaningless laugh. I don’t know if it was regret, guilt, or frustration that flowed out and disappeared along with the sound of laughter coming from my hoarse throat.
The professor stretched out his hand and helped Gregory up.
“….I thought he was a person who had no gift for speaking because he always parroted the words to read the scriptures.”
“I wonder if this poor paladin’s poor advice might have been of some help to you.”
“It’s done. “More than you can imagine.”
“Then… you should also read the engagement. Everything I said was taken from the verses of engagement. Ha ha ha ha ha.”
With a dry laugh, Gregory took out a small gun from his waist pocket and placed it in my arms.
“Puhuhuh…. People really….”
“Unchangeable. “An unwavering appearance is the true image of someone who worships the light.”
The professor could not help but smile dryly, like a paladin he had encountered, at the sight of that giant figure, a few ink marks and someone’s handwriting visible between the palm-sized battles half-soaked in blood.
The things I’ve lost still remain in my heart, and all I can do is let out a shallow laugh, but I guess that’s enough to give me the energy to move on.
Rustling.
The flames of the pyre cast a shadow behind the two men who stood up.
“Are you leaving?”
“yes. I have to appease the immediate descendants of Aedran, whom you forced out, thank the wizards who took the time to visit, and have a conversation with my group… The war is not over yet. There’s a lot of work to do, but I can’t just sit there like this forever. “Like you said, I won’t be able to sit any longer because I’m worried about the people who left before me.”
“Since we are all engaged in the priesthood and respect the saint, wouldn’t you be generous if we take a day off today?”
“ha ha ha. “Among the people I’ve covered, there are a lot of people who are short-tempered.”
Gregory advised me to rest, but I didn’t feel like resting anymore.
Black shepherd. My father, Ruwil. ‘His Majesty’ Lieutenant Colonel Chester King. Platoon Leader Wallier, Mr. Marty. M.J. Doris. Palmer. Liam… old comrades who disappeared in the fire of the battlefield.
father. mother.
The paladins who trusted me and fell. It’s Ana.
There were so many people left behind that it was impossible not to move forward.
The knights’ dirge, with its heavy bass notes, continued with low humming. The paladins who were swallowing their sorrow made a path for the saint who walked between them.
Although he was good at speaking, he didn’t know what to say in front of hundreds of people who were here just because he was called.
“…May the light be with you.”
A small greeting and a small bow. That was all the professor could do.
The smoke rose toward the distant sky, mixing with the Holy Knights’ song.
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“Idrasil….”
“Yes. Ottoman.”
“The professor and I. “You and Notum… it’s just the four of us again.”
Borca. Aldrich. Lucilla. And Rakshasha.
Ottman thought about the unstoppable flow as he recalled each of the people who had been named in their party.
As the person who watched closely, Ottman knew that the river flowing inside the professor changed shape little by little every time someone was let go.
After the unknown paralysis that had robbed the body of freedom was lifted, Otman and the group went outside, following the path the professor had run out with their legs still shaking.
This is what caught the eye of those who managed to escape from the inside of the moon.
It was the night sky falling on a plain of glass and the back of the professor embracing the Rakshasa in the center.
‘I’m not a dry person, but… I’m worried. I wonder if it might become too much of a torrent.’
Thick drops of water were falling from the eyes of the hatchling Senica, and tears the size of fists were also falling from the eyes of Notum, who held her in his arms.
Fortunately, Otman was able to sigh because the professor’s face as he approached them showed both sadness and determination.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Are you going to care about other people’s bodies right now? Why can’t I just rest for a little while…”
“When I rest, I keep thinking about it. “It’s better to be busy.”
“Uhm… But you…”
“It’s okay. Really. “I received a lot of unexpected comfort.”
The professor spoke while thinking about the people who visited one after another.
The first to visit were, of course, the wind wizards. They would leave quickly when they got tired of them, so I had to catch them first somehow.
Fortunately, there were quite a few familiar faces. For example, a lightning wizard with a unique way of speaking and stroking a long beard.
———
“Oh, this is the guest who destroyed the home.”
“Ah Galud. Galud also came. But Astraad… didn’t come?”
“Oh oh no, Arty has to work from home~”
“….Arty? Day? Uh… aren’t you just taking a short break from letter work?”
“That’s not even possible – the scary young empress is squeezing us under the pretext of our friendship…”
“If the letters from the empire stop for even a day, we will return home… Our precious hometown will have a good time.” “I said I would release it!”
“Hey!”
“Oh my god Felix!”
“If that fearsome ball of fur runs through every corner of the groove and covers the groove with flying fur… the remains of the great Felix Drixiel will be passed down to future generations as traces of a pseudo-Miao giant!”
“Oh… Empress Lucilla knows us too… too well…”
“Last time she came and hit me with a duster…”
“…Then who is here? I think there are 50 people. “Who’s left at home now?”
“Arty.”
“Not Astrad.”
“…Artie is good at his job.”
“Ahm~ It’s 100 per day, 100 per day. “Even if 50 of us are missing, there will still be 50 servings~”
“She is shouldering all of the imperial mail work by herself?”
“When you left the hill, everyone came out to see you off, but Artie, who was at home, took care of everything by himself. He had a gaunt look on his face that looked somewhat relieved, so from then on we… uh… took it easy~”
“These… these wizards…”
“Hehehehehe! Our customer, Artie, wanted to say hello. “This is a letter to you from all of us here.”
“I’ve shown you something good, so I’ll help you as much as you need. “A familiar guest.”
“Airships serve good food.”
“….thank you. “All of you.”
“Oh, so you’re not going to tell me where my dog went?”
“never. I don’t know and I don’t care if I know. “Is there anything a wizard can do to interfere with the peace he has finally regained?”
“Well… if it doesn’t work, I’ll find it. Heeheehee!”
———
A gift from Astrade instead of greetings. The wind wizards didn’t even need to be persuaded; they had already come with the intention of helping with the war that would continue after today.
Wind wizards are unpredictable people, but they are also people who know how to show kindness that is somewhat outside of social physiology for those who are favored.
For example, while greeting them on the airship, it was the same when talking about the contract with Bergenev Aedran, the third son of the Aedran family, who came back.
After carefully examining his contract, I tore it to dust and threw it away.
Perhaps he was planning on stealing the insurance money from a despondent widow and stealing me out of my daze. I thought it was an expression of sincerity for the head of the Aedran family to send a direct descendant to this dangerous battlefield, but now that I look at it, it was a contract that was so conceptual and false that it made me wonder if he did it because he was a poor enough person who could be replaced even if he died.
If you think about it, isn’t this the first test run of the airship?
Roman, considering his personality, he would have said that he would ride that thing and come to the desert even if he died, but the person who actually came was an idiot who had no idea about transactions involving anything more than a really large number of transactions.
Now that the airship has been made public, Roman is a top priority for recruitment and assassination by other merchants and countries, and the Aedran family, which has trusted Roman’s technological prowess to the roots of the family’s pillars, would not have been able to allow Roman to take even the slightest risk. Of course, it would not have been possible to send the family’s truly important talents, including Roman, to the battlefield. So, this chaff was sent to be burned.
Perhaps that’s why Roman, the man who built the ship, locked himself in a secret space in a corner of the engine room and stowed away.
Of course, I had just boarded the ship, so how could I know where Roman was hiding?
It was a meeting that was all successful thanks to the active help of the wind wizards.
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“Oh, my merchant friend, would you like to go on a cloud trip with us?”
“Hmm…Hmm! I appreciate the wizards’ sincerity, but I am just an ordinary merchant-”
“Hehehe! “Don’t do that, let’s go!”
“okay! “I gave you a ride on a cool toy, so I have to repay you!”
“If you ignore the wizard’s sincerity, you will die!”
“Let go of this! What…”
Piyuung-
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
? Fly!”
“This ship travels above the clouds, so we’ll teach you what it’s like under the clouds!”
“-Aaaaaaaaaaa—–”
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The wizards threw Bergenev out of the plane and launched him like a rocket, then pointed to the inside of the airship with all kinds of strange bodies (otherwise secret signals).
The sailors also noticed this, but they looked back and forth between Bergenev and Bergenev, who had become a dot in the distant sky, and pretended not to see them, so they closed their eyes, indicating that they were already aware of Roman’s smuggling.
Inside the airship that entered with everyone’s tacit approval.
I was able to meet Roman, who had a full beard.
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“….Roman? Roman Gachia Menson?”
“Hot hot hot hot hot hot! It’s been a while, my friend! Take care….lose! Looks like I didn’t do it! “Your face speaks volumes!”
“How can this be… Bergenev clearly said that you were devoting yourself to research in the depths of your family…”
“Hahahahahahahahahaha! ” That’s because I finally succeeded in tricking that snake-like old man and climbing over the Aedran family wall! Isn’t it unbearable as a magic engineer to dare not to ride me in the Jincheon-style of ‘Genuine Airship No. 148’, an airship like my own and the only successful work among many children? Oh, of course there is that, but I also want to brag to you, my co-developer!! Hot hot hot hot hot I’m using the alchemist friends you sent me well! He was capable! Hot hot hot hot hot hot!”
“It is said to be the only successful work in ‘No. 148’… Then, the previous 147 airships… were they only experimental works or skeletons?”
“no? They all crashed! Everyone worked hard for great progress! Thanks to this, airship crews receive high-altitude drop training before airship management! Hot hot hot hot hot!”
“The rumor that the head of the Voltaire Aedran family fell three times was true…”
“Twice! One last time, I learned from my previous experience and accepted it before I collapsed! It was during No. 127, when the ship was engulfed in flames along with the engine in front of him. When I asked him if he was okay, he shouted all kinds of swear words, even including Teldrat gore, in a voice as loud as a magic engine. For someone of his age, he is truly honest! Hahahahahahahahahaha!”
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A friend who is still spirited and always has a smile on his face, and unlike me who is very shaken, has no doubts about carrying out his will.
Roman completed the airship at a speed beyond my imagination.
After a brief hello, the only thing that came out of his mouth was an apology.
———
“Hot hot hot hot!” I was a little late because the head of the Aedran family was smaller than I thought! I’m sorry! “You, who saved my life, have crossed the line of fire so many times, and all I’ve done is clean up after you and help you!!”
“It’s too late. Thanks to you, it ended so well…”
“No, it’s definitely too late! If I had come sooner, the smoke rising over there could have been the smoke of a festival, the mournful dirge could have been a hymn of victory, and your pensive face could have been like your usual professor, completely colored with the joy of meeting a close friend! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! “I’m too late!”
———
Roman had a smiling face, but his hands were pounding on the wall of the airship as if he was beating his own chest.
It looks like he was watching everything from up there too.
The professor knew that he could look sorry even with a smile like that. yes. Roman was this kind of person.
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“….thanks. “Roman.”
“Hot hot hot! are you okay! “You’ll be fine!”
“Thanks to you, I feel a lot better. “Thank you so much.”
“Hot hot hot hot hot! If you really appreciate it, I would appreciate it if you cut off a few more limbs or limbs later! It’s not easy to find a soul mage as skilled as the warlock at the time, so I’ll have to use some good materials! With the hands and feet of the great hero, the Cardinal Professor of Light, who returned after 100 years, even the suspicious warlocks who have stayed in the shadows would not be able to resist coming out! “What is currently installed on this airship is the first ‘chicken sensor’ you made back then!”
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Teok.
A hand as hot as his passion held mine. A friend who is truly sorry and an airship that was completed unimaginably quickly. Roman blames himself for driving it and not coming sooner.
….Once again, I felt that this world was not limited to just me. While I was running rampant in the Empire, Roman Gachia Menson created as many as 147 failed works (experimenting on all the inspiration that came to my mind because he was rich) in a short period of time based on Aedran’s overwhelming financial power and manpower, and ended up being released around the next world. The airship that I thought I could see was brought before my eyes.
Astrad is the central point of Felix Home, which had no central focus… It has firmly established itself as a somewhat absurd part of Home, and Lucilla also seems to be working passionately as Empress Lucilla Agdan, not the rambling merchant Lucilla Aedran I used to know. am.
“No matter how disappointed I am like the protagonist of a tragedy, the world goes on without paying attention to such things. “Once that thought occurred to me, I couldn’t stay still.”
“…I’m glad you got through it safely, Professor.”
“Overcoming… won’t that be decided based on the opinions of the people you meet in the future?”
Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
!
While they were talking quietly with Otman, a huge presence that had disappeared for a moment landed in front of them with the sound of wings flapping.
“Thank you for waiting. “Great Ancient Atlaheva.”
『Because mortals are delicate. If you’re ready… let’s move on. There’s a lot to talk about. There are so many.』
“…I haven’t reached the ‘qualification’ yet, so I guess I don’t have much to talk about?”
『It’s almost there. Now that the rigid ‘system’ has been partially acknowledged, it is really just a matter of time. “We will be able to talk about what needs to be said.”
As the dragon’s voice continued, a rather familiar feeling ran down my spine. The feeling of becoming separated from the world, as if time is solidifying.
“I’ll be back, Ottoman.”
“It’s a conversation with a dragon… I’ll come back and listen while taking a bath together.”
“…That’s good.”
Parbat –
With those last words, with a blinding flash of light, both the professor and the dragon disappeared from the spot.
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Crunchy-
square.
Chi-ik!
Idrasil looked through his records and tore them apart along with the previous few pages. Otman, who was pinned to the spot where the professor had disappeared, turned his head to see her eccentricity.
“…Don’t you like the record?”
“How could you not like a fact-based record? “I just understood it.”
Understand. Otman wondered what the elf who thirsted for learning had learned this time. Idrasil’s eyes looked strange after she said, ‘I came to see Mother Tree.’
“Can I ask what… do you understand?”
“…It’s not such a big deal. No matter how much I write down today. Those who have not felt this moment directly cannot learn about ‘humanity’ through these records. Rather, they will mistakenly believe that they understood this with the limited expressive power of letters, accept it as knowledge, and become no different from the arrogant elves they are today.” After that
,
Idrasil
tore up several pages of what she had written and then pulled out the hair and woven them separately.
“I plan to keep this as my personal diary, not as a record for my race.”
“Then… I guess there are only a few pages left in the notebook?”
“….This is enough. The rest will have to come out and learn on their own. If you want to live with humans, you have to feel them with your skin, not with your knowledge. So wouldn’t it be right for my records to convey the human history I experienced through the senses rather than words?”
The outer cover of a notebook made from woven tree bark. There were no written records left inside, only drawings that Idrasil had drawn as a hobby.
A notebook that ends with a man left alone in the night sky. Otman felt his heart sink at the realization of the elf who came out of the forest to understand humans.
“You… you learn really quickly, don’t you?”
“…Because I’m half human.”
Idrasil, holding the notebook divided in two with the last sketch in his hand, carefully placed the diary page in his bosom and then jumped overboard holding the page containing the drawing.
It would be good to pass this on to the compatriots back home, but Idrasil knew a way for more compatriots to see this quickly and efficiently than to convey it to the elves of Kaneran.
As she held the notebook containing the picture and headed towards the paladin called ‘Gregorius’, she thought about how quickly the priests of light would spread this picture around the world.
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-Paaat!
A heterogeneous space similar to that of the World Tree.
However, if there was something truly majestic about the space of the World Tree…
there was nothing here except a crazy white space.
To be exact, there was nothing except three dragons.
“Aldarshaks… Then the person next to you is Atlaheba. Even Senica?”
A blue dragon filled my eyes. A woman in a red dress and a pink lizard next to her.
『Saladin. “It is an honor to welcome you here.”
“Thank you, Saladin, for returning the power of our ancestors to my brother.”
Seeing the two siblings bowing their heads at the same time without even knowing who went first, the professor had to seriously consider whether it was okay to receive a dragon’s greeting in front of an ancient who was known for being eccentric, or whether he should bow so loudly that their greeting would be put to shame.
“Say hello later. “That man’s mind is probably filled with other things right now.”
“yes. Godmother.』
“Kiluruk.”
For those two, there is only one person who can hear the name of Godmother, so the woman in the red dress who opened her mouth now must be Atlaheba.
She stepped in front of the two and raised a small handful of light above her hand.
Even if you don’t say it, it’s what it is. I knew who it was.
“…Did she go well?”
“okay. safely. Falcatus’ orders are orders, but as each generation passes, we must be careful of the ‘errors’ of the soul. Fortunately, the Rakshasha’s soul arrived cleanly, without any resentment or regret. “Perhaps in the next world, I will be reborn as a woman full of life, just like I am now.”
“….thank you.”
“What? It’s thanks to you for sending me a good message. “I’m glad that there won’t be too many errors in this ‘world.’”
Paaaat-
The soul of a Rakshasa in the hands of Atlaheva. The equivalent of her data soul disappeared.
“Yes… I said the reason I called you here was because I had something to tell you.”
“…To be honest, I heard most of what I needed to hear through Falcatus.”
“Falcatus… I am reminded once again that you are a special player in many ways. So do you. The same goes for the conclusion Falcatus reached. And…the existence called Hydra is the same.”
[….Hyung!]
‘…Hyde?’
[Oh my gosh! Don’t call me! Say I’m not here! I’m going to get caught by that scary lady!]
“Hehehe. I won’t catch you, so just sit there and listen. In fact, this conversation is also due to the uniqueness of the player, the professor. Of course, it would be right for you to sit there too.”
“…Do you even listen to my thoughts?”
“then. “What do you think of dragons?”
For some reason, I’ve been saying that this guy has been quiet as if he were dead. It looks like he made eye contact with Atlaheba. Not through my eyes, but directly from within.
“Ego. Now that the guests have gathered at their seats. “I must perform my old duty.”
“Duty…?”
“okay. duty. I guess I should show you this first. Aldarshaks. Can you polymorph into human form?”
『I… I’m sorry, Godmother. As far as handling magic…』
“Yes. Then go back to being like your sister. “You can’t adjust the video to the dragon’s eye level.”
『Yes.』
Aldarshax immediately returned to his past ‘Aldar’ form. A soft sofa appeared behind the Hechling siblings and me, and a small box-like thing slowly grew in front of it.
When I looked closely, I saw that it was not a box, but a cathode ray tube TV with a bulging belly, like something you would see in an extremely old museum.
“Please understand that the picture quality is not good. “As this is a place that was born from his hand, a lot of his taste is reflected in this moment of grand finale.”
“If it is him…”
Atlaheva didn’t wait for my answer and put a video that looked like a black book into the video player underneath the old TV. At first glance, the name ‘Genesis’ was written on the body of the video as if it had been scrawled with a felt-tip pen. A screen full of
gray
noise passed by, and a middle-aged man with an oil-stained beard and hair appeared in the old screen.
Several times, a man with a tired face and wide eyes raised like a wild beast nervously paces in front of the camera.
[….God. It must be more like watered-down vodka than I thought.]
“That one?”
“Concentrate. “This is a record created by the Creator himself for future generations.”
The old man’s appearance and Atlaheba’s answer pointed to the same thing.
Andrei Gedroits, who looked a little younger than he was used to, was talking to himself in front of the camera as if he were talking to a professor.
Gedreutz, who was repeating a word and pacing around, nervously grabbed the bottle of alcohol next to the camera, emptied the remaining half of the bottle, and then lifted the camera and held it to his face.
[I will not be killed by that fucking ass heavy god. I won’t let you get murdered. No matter what happens, I won’t let that faggot be like me with my eyes open! Absolutely!!!]
Crazy, bloodshot eyes were glaring at the camera.
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