episode_0145

An incredibly white room existed.

A space that is neither heaven nor hell. However, this ambiguous place that cannot be called the real world is called the warrior’s house.

In fact, it was difficult to call it the warrior’s house.

Except for two people, including Latera, most people who have seen this place mention the word heaven.

——Quarring!

Like the intruders we just kicked out.

“……Phew.”

‘I wish you would stop coming.’

Latera sighed and pretended to sweep her forehead with her sleeve.

Because angels are perfect creations of God, they do not excrete sweat or other waste products, but she wanted to feel like she had accomplished something worthwhile.

Protecting the remains of the warrior Kylie was truly rewarding, but isn’t it difficult to endure the same task over and over again for hundreds of years with just the desire for honor?

Even though I have a body that never gets tired no matter how much I work, my mind feels like boredom.

I don’t mean to make a joke. I just want to talk to someone… and color this boring thing in a variety of colors.

Like when I was talking to someone many years ago.

‘…When will the hero come?’

Latera squatted on the floor and looked into the white space.

We drove out the invaders, as we have done for hundreds of years.

As has been the case for hundreds of years, they will not dare to come here for the time being. So, it might be a good idea to do some reading to kill some time.

‘I hope you come quickly.’

Siron Prien.

Latera, remembering the person she promised to visit someday, pulled out a book out of thin air.

The senior said it was a magic book that records events that occurred in this world. As she said, new passages were updated in the book from time to time.

For example, an underwater volcano erupted off the eastern coast. The story goes that because of this, a huge wave hit and several villages disappeared. It was a story that you could either know or not know, but sometimes there were stories written that Latera couldn’t help but feel interested in.

The person who found the holy sword was a man named Siron Prien. That was the story about how he beat up the insolent kids at the seminary in Lucerne.

“…Huh?”

And now, Latera’s eyes were wide open as she looked at the book.

[Maleus Garibaldi will not return and will remain in Lucerne.]

[Shiron Prien moved to the Holy Land of Braham.]

[Through a dream, Seira Romer recognizes this place, and she begins to visit Siron Prien.]

‘…The hero came to the holy place?’

Luckily, the new text was a story she was interested in. An arc was drawn on Latera’s mouth.

‘This is not the time to be leisurely reading. If you don’t quickly prepare to greet the hero…’

According to the words written in the book, the hero would visit the warrior’s house in the not-too-distant future.

Latera pulled out a mirror out of thin air.

In the mirror, a girl covered in a lot of dust was smiling uncontrollably.

Since it was a face that did not befit the dignity of a warrior’s guardian angel, Latera slapped his cheek to suppress his expression.

Latera thought that since she had been waiting for 500 years, the moment when the hero came to pick up the guardian angel had to be special.

So I shook off the remains of the battle from my head and wiped the blood flowing from my forehead with a handkerchief.

“Ah, come on…”

Latera’s eyes frowned in bitter pain.

‘…there are too many scars.’

Latera stared at her reflection in the mirror. There were also signs of injury on the hand that was cleaning the wound.

Latera looked at the number of wounds on her body and counted them. one two…

Four five.

Latera frowned when she saw the many wounds. After applying ointment to the wound, Latera squatted down on the floor again. She somehow wished that the hero had arrived late.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes due to the fatigue of the battle, Latera stared blankly at the empty white room.

*

thud-

Meanwhile, Lucia blinked at the dull sound coming from the next room.

Although she was in the middle of shaking off the sand stuck between her clothes, Lucia immediately pulled the sword out of the scabbard. The first thing that came to mind was an unexpected enemy attack.

She kicked the wall in the direction from which the dull sound was heard.

thud! The wall shattered and a large hole opened. The scattering of stone dust made it difficult to see clearly, but he also used wind magic to make it sink.

“Poetry… Poetry?”

Shiron, lying on the floor holding a white sword, was the first thing that caught my eye. And for some reason, a wizard with a familiar face was lying down next to him.

‘Why is he here… this is not the time.’

Although she had doubts about the sight that was difficult to wake up from, Lucia immediately put aside useless thoughts. What we need to do now is not to think about why Seira is here, but to check whether Shiron is alive.

Lucia put her ear close to Siron’s face and looked around to see if there was anything wrong.

Fortunately, Siron was breathing fine. Aside from holding the holy sword in his hand, he had clearly not fought a battle.

After confirming that Siron is safe, the next step is to check for the presence of any enemies. Seira, who is down, decides to check on her later.

Lucia jumped up from her seat, spread out her energy, and checked her surroundings. Except for the wall that Lucia broke through, there was no sign of anyone else.

However, this did not make me feel at ease.

Lucia stared at the window from which the wind had been leaking from a while ago.

Her instincts were screaming at her to check out the window right now.

Whiiing-

Eventually, when I approached the window. The light that always illuminated the lower part of the night was no longer visible.

*

Although the dizziness only lasted for a moment, Siron felt as if a very long time had passed.

That’s not all.

My hands felt empty.

The holy sword that was emitting a blinding light that I was holding in my hand before I felt dizzy had gone nowhere.

‘What just happened?’

Shiron held his pounding head and slowly closed his eyes.

The first thing I saw was Seira lying on the floor. She curled up on the floor and didn’t move, as if she was in a deep sleep.

And my field of vision widened significantly.

The floor where Seira fell was white with not a single speck of dust visible. It made me think of a certain place in my memory… Siron’s gaze moved from Seira to the surroundings.

‘…what?’

The space where Siron was was completely white.

‘Wasn’t it a hotel a little while ago?’

Siron chewed away the pounding headache and tried to remember what happened before coming here.

Seira, who should have been in Rien, was in the hotel room.

And the holy sword he had taken out of his chest glowed brightly, filling the room with light. And when I opened my eyes, it was a pure white space.

The warrior’s house.

“…No. A little different.”

It seemed like a place I had been to several times since everything in common was that it was pure white, but Siron immediately denied the thought he had been having for a while.

As expected, Siron was now properly dressed. That minor difference made me recognize this place as an unfamiliar place.

To make matters worse, the girl who always greeted me with a smile didn’t come.

That wasn’t the only difference.

Siron turned in the direction that had been in his vision from before.

A brilliant pillar of light. No matter how much I raised my head, I couldn’t see the end, and it looked like a line extending long enough to connect the ground and sky.

Siron, who was looking at the pillar of light as if fascinated, glanced at his chapped lips. A series of unpredictable events occurred, but surprisingly, it only took a split second to make a decision about what to do.

‘…I guess they’re telling me to come over there.’

But before that, Siron decided to wake up Seira, who had collapsed.

“Hey, hey. Wake up.”

Regardless of his desire to find out what the pillar of light was, Siron could not leave Seira alone in such an unfamiliar place. That’s also why I wanted to talk about how I ended up in this situation.

However, no matter how hard she tried to wake up by shaking her body, Seira showed no sign of waking up.

‘Are you okay?’

I thought he was dead, but when I put my hand on the bridge of his nose, he was breathing.

“You’re not pretending to sleep, are you?”

Slap-slap-slap-slap-

I finally tried slapping her on the cheek, but Seira didn’t wake up.

“Um…”

Siron decided to postpone asking about the details until later. Rather, first of all… I wanted to see with my own eyes what was happening in the pillar of light shining in the distance.

Shiron, who couldn’t bear to leave Seira alone here, picked her up and carried her on his back.

“Wow. It’s heavy, just.”

Siron grumbled at Seira, who did not get up, and slowly walked towards the pillar of light.

one step

Another step.

After walking like that for a few minutes, I saw that the pillar of light had gotten a little thicker. When I held out my palm, it was once as thick as my little finger and was now as thick as my thumb.

After walking for another few hours, the pillar of light the size of a thumb grew as thick as the width of the wrist.

It was a completely white space and there were no special structures, so I had no idea how far I had moved, but what was clear was that I was steadily approaching my destination.

How many more hours did I have to walk like that? The thickness of the pillar of light no longer increased. That wasn’t the only thing that changed the scenery.

At the root of the pillar of light was a memorable glass tube. Even though I only saw it once, how could I forget it?

Kylie’s coffin, next to it

Latera, pale-faced, was leaning against it.