Chapter Index

    Esther, who had been watching the back of Hestia’s warrior, Cian, until he disappeared from sight, soon turned her gaze to the woman who had come to see her.

    “Are you here, mother?”

    And then he carefully greeted me.

    At the sight of her son, the black-haired woman hugged Esther tightly like a mother bird.

    “Yes, my son. Are you hurt?”

    “None.”

    “But where did the Titan go?”

    Esther flinched at the horrifying sound that seemed to rip her eardrums.

    I ended up like a rabbit in front of a snake.

    Esther, barely able to maintain her wits, answered with difficulty.

    “The warrior has already left this place.”

    “What a shame, I wanted to talk to him.”

    “Mother, I’m speaking out of concern, but he is a warrior chosen by Hestia. Please do not make a wrong choice based on personal feelings.”

    “So?”

    “Yes?”

    “So?”

    The first emperor, Astyrene.

    Some praise her as a great emperor, and history records her as a hero who conquered the fallen Old Kingdom, but the reality was completely different.

    “Doesn’t Mom need to listen to Hestia’s opinion?”

    She was a tyrant, an avenger, and a murderer.

    In the process of conquering the Old Kingdom, she slaughtered innocent civilians, and if the blood of those who died by her hand were collected, it would create a river of blood that would flow across the continent.

    The only reason she committed this sin was to honor the twelve nymphs who died for her and her companion who died because of her own greed.

    “Esther, were you scared? I’m sorry, Mom is sensitive right now.”

    “…No, it’s okay.”

    “But know this. Mom hates everything. The Titan who broke the taboo, and the goddess who made Mom like this.”

    Astyrene hugged her son Esther tightly.

    The embrace of the two hats was a picturesque scene, but the knight observing it did not feel that it was beautiful.

    “So Esther, understand your mom. Okay?”

    “…Yes. Mother.”

    “Thank you. I love you, Esther.”

    A slightly more sinister and darker feeling than that.

    It was close to obsession and hatred.

    A black sky with no sun or three moons visible.

    Black Heaven, which can be said to be a symbol of sin, continues to deepen its sin today.

    . . .

    “The night sky is dark today.”

    We were heading to the Holy Kingdom in a carriage led by Rachel, the vice-captain of the Second Knights.

    The reason for heading to the Holy Kingdom was simple. It was faster to go from Carnestia to the Holy Kingdom and then use Allie’s Mass Teleporter in the Tower of Wisdom to travel to the village than to go from the capital city of Carnestia to the village.

    ‘There are side effects to being naked, but if you save yourself more than a month, it’s a worthwhile deal.’

    And I did plan on getting revenge on her for throwing me naked into the palace.

    Since you confidently claimed to be a great wizard and failed, you should pay a penalty.

    Of course, I did not visit the Holy Kingdom to shorten the time.

    “Helen and Camilla are waiting for me in the Holy Kingdom?”

    “Yes, I am waiting in the Holy Kingdom to transfer the found divine substance to you, warrior.”

    It appears Helen and Camilla have found the divine relic of Taranis, the god of lightning and punishment, which was needed to completely heal my body.

    “You’ve found something that no one has been able to find for hundreds of years.”

    To be honest, I didn’t expect it.

    I thought it would be difficult because of the special nature of the new water and the stealthy nature of Taranis.

    But contrary to my expectations, they accomplished the difficult task.

    “The 2nd Knights are more capable than I thought.”

    “No wonder they are one of the best knight orders on the continent!”

    “But compared to the 1st Knights led by Lord Peredil, they are woefully weak.”

    “읏… ”

    The Second Knights were certainly one of the best knight orders on the continent.

    However, except for the Black Sky Knights, who only have second-tier or higher members, they are far inferior to the Imperial Eclipse Knights and Eclipse Knights.

    Even within the Holy Kingdom, it was miserable in terms of power compared to the First Knights.

    “The 1st Knights Division has 3rd rank knights in addition to adjutants?”

    “We can’t dare compare the years there.”

    “The difference in time is huge.”

    Well, I can understand that to some extent. The captain, Peredil, is over 200 years old, while Camilla is now in her forties.

    “Well, I like the 2nd Knights because they’re so fresh.”

    “Blue, blue?”

    “You’re all young.”

    “Are we young?”

    Rachel looked very embarrassed at my words.

    “Huh? Aren’t you all in your 40s at most?”

    “Ma, that’s right, but isn’t it not an age where you can say you’re young?”

    “Really? Compared to the people I’ve met, you’re relatively young.”

    It is a worldview where those who have stepped into the realm of the strong are basically over 200 years old.

    Forty is still the prime age for cuteness.

    ‘My sense of age has been completely ruined.’

    Maybe it was since Sylvia’s time? Lately, I’ve been thinking that if you’re pretty, age doesn’t matter.

    “Warrior, you shouldn’t look at the world from the perspective of a seeker.”

    “Then, what criteria should we use to look at it?”

    “From a more human perspective… ”

    “I’m a Titan?”

    “Ah… ”

    “Hey hey! There’s a wall in front of you!”

    Rachel was speechless at my question, almost crashing the carriage into a wall.

    “Sorry, sorry.”

    “If it’s hard, should I drive?”

    “No. I will take you to the end.”

    Rachel was a bit of a dubious guide, but I trusted her for now.

    “But Rachel, is it because of me that you’re the only one of the 2nd Knights left in the capital?”

    “Yes, to guide you to the Holy Kingdom.”

    “I’m sorry, you’re suffering because of me.”

    “It’s okay. It’s something I have to do as a vice-captain. And the Holy Kingdom is a place where you can’t enter without a guide, so it’s difficult for a warrior to enter the Holy Kingdom alone.”

    “Look at the security.”

    “That’s also true, but the method of entry is so unique that even the most warriors will have a hard time reaching the Holy Kingdom.”

    “What method are you using to be so confident?”

    “Board the Ark.”

    “???”

    At first, I didn’t understand what Rachel was saying. But once we arrived at the huge landing pad, I could see why she was speaking so confidently.

    “Is this the level of science in the Holy Kingdom?”

    An airship reminiscent of Noah’s Ark was floating across the sky.

    No matter how rural the village of Lugeron is, this is on a completely different level.

    ‘How much money did you get?’

    Entering the airship, I couldn’t help but be amazed once again. It was as antique as a modern luxury lounge.

    “Do people in the Holy Kingdom usually use this for transportation?”

    “No, the Ark is a dedicated route that only operates between the Holy Kingdom and the capital.”

    “There are no people for something like that.”

    “That’s because there was no original plan to run today.”

    “You really rented this giant airship because of me?”

    “In the Holy Kingdom, you are a guest of honor, so you deserve to be treated with respect. There is no need to feel burdened.”

    “Even though I tell myself not to feel burdened, I still feel burdened.”

    The Holy Kingdom thought so highly of me that they would immediately use such an item for me.

    Is the bloodline of a god that important?

    ‘It seems that the Titans are important. Both the Emperor and the Pope want me.’

    The emperor does it for the safety of the empire, the pope does it as a nymph to follow the will of the gods, each with their own circumstances, but to them, I seem to be a treasure they cannot give up.

    “Sigh… I just want to live comfortably in a rural village.”

    My dream was to spend a quiet old age playing with my wives and watching Ciel and his siblings grow up.

    But the reality is that there is a powerful man in this country who sees me as a stallion, a handsome boy who burdens me by calling me a warrior, and a strong woman who looks down on me.

    Why on earth can’t the world just leave me alone?

    “It is said that the life of a warrior is usually caught up in the whirlpool of fate.”

    Rachel handed me the cold drink she had left in the glass as I sighed.

    “So don’t be too optimistic, and think about the relationships you might encounter in the meantime.”

    “I guess so. Thanks Rachel, I’ll enjoy it.”

    Hmm? This is alcohol.

    “Does it suit your taste?”

    “It’s okay. It goes down well.”

    “I’m glad it fits the symbol.”

    “But why alcohol all of a sudden?”

    “You’ll soon find out. There are some spectacular views that are too beautiful to miss without a drink.”

    “How great is it that you’re already laying the groundwork?”

    I tried not to be startled by Rachel’s words, which gave me hope, but my resolve was shattered by the spectacular view that appeared as the clouds passed by.

    “Wow~Crazy.”

    In the pitch-black sky where not even the moon, the stars, or even the smallest of stars shone, the only light that guided people like a lighthouse stood guard above the sky like an iron fortress.

    “Welcome to Asgard.”

    City in the sky.

    That was the identity of the Holy Kingdom and the driving force that allowed the Holy Kingdom to exert influence over the entire continent.

    ‘Should I move now?’

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