episode_0327

Prien’s tomb. Hundreds of stone monuments are lined up at even intervals, and around them, magic energy that seems to have been sprinkled with dirt and starlight that shines down as if purifying it are intertwined.

In that dizzy place, the dwarf Goldmund stared at Siron with blurry eyes.

I lived half my life in the starlight, so my eyes were blurry, and my back was bent because I had never put down a shovel in my life, so I lacked the talent to see and estimate what I was seeing.

Even so, I was able to tell what was bluff and what wasn’t.

‘I’m not bluffing.’

A split second was enough to assess the status. Siron emphasized his differences from the previous fallen family heads, but Goldmund rather focused on having the same energy as other family heads.

Having seen the beginning and end of young Priens, especially those with the title of head of the family, countless times, I couldn’t help but notice it.

Powerful force and infinitely thick ego.

They don’t care about the demonic energy that turns their internal organs upside down. This place is filled with waves of dizziness. He never fainted even in the face of his ancestors who had fallen countless times.

A feeling of superiority, ‘I was chosen.’

The nobility of ‘carrying on the name of a hero.’

They passed the coming-of-age ceremony and were given the honorable title of Sogaju, and they must have wanted to reaffirm their power and take it for themselves.

However, the fallen dwarf, [Gravekeeper Goldmund], did not view him negatively at all.

It may seem arrogant or arrogant, but even that was intentional…

So I thought that the young man in front of me would have followed the same path as them.

“What are you staring at?”

“…”

There was an excessive arrogance that bordered on being an underdog, but this was also Yuma’s intention.

“There is no time for idle bickering. If you’re going to give it to me, give it to me quickly. If you’re going to give it to me, get out of there.”

‘Has there ever been a Prien who spoke informally like this?’

Goldmund moaned softly and thought.

As the keeper of Prien’s tomb, he often had sad conversations with One-Horned Yuma.

The topic that came up each time was always the story of a human called Siron Prien, and Yuma always praised him for being flawless in both his humanity and his military power.

Although Sogaju became Lucia Prien’s share, it was Shiron who would make Yuma’s wish come true.

‘I guess this isn’t what being special means?’

Yuma may be a lot worse off than she was in the past, but even so, she is not the type of person who will overuse and give unsolicited compliments.

Because of that, Goldmund was also feeling a little bit interested…

“Can I check a few things?”

“What is there to check? Can’t you see the holy sword?”

‘…It’s so special.’

Even if he didn’t know about his military power, his human nature seemed to be so special that no one else could match him. Goldmund continued speaking, suppressing the discomfort in his stomach.

“I want to ask the child next to you, not you.”

“Why Lucia again.”

“I heard it from Glenn Prien, and it is because Lucia Prien was the starlight foreshadowed.”

After saying that, Goldmund pointed to a distant place.

An obelisk soaring into the sky.

There were rows of names of past family heads engraved in starlight. And the name that adorned the end was Lucia Prien.

“It doesn’t seem like it’s lacking, so it’s not difficult to give it. However, it is not my wish to hear noise within the family.”

“…?”

“It would also be the observer’s job to prevent divisions that may occur in the future.”

Goldmund stared at Lucia, who was gagged.

“Is it really okay to hand over your rights?”

“Eup!”

Lucia responded by shaking her head violently. Goldmund narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

“I want to hear the answer from your mouth.”

“…Ha.”

Lucia’s mouth regained its freedom through poetry. Lucia, who regained her freedom, immediately cast a fond look at the dwarf.

I traced back memories from 500 years ago. Among them, the demons were powerful and vicious, so they did their best to destroy them. Among them, there was no demon named Goldmund.

I know that the beastman named Keyhole, who is currently scouting the Makal Mountains, is the child of [Fantasy] Fokal, whom she killed.

Atmos, who created Sirius, the sword of the stars, was also infamous as the leader of the giant army.

“What are you dissatisfied with? Should I take the Mana Oath?”

Yuma, Atmos, Focal…

They are all guys who emerged from the Great War and made a name for themselves, but Goldmund. No matter how much I searched through my memories, I couldn’t find it, which meant that the dwarf in front of me was not a big person.

…I don’t like being a demon, but the idiot is frustratingly telling me to do this and that. It was inevitable that Lucia did not like Goldmund.

“Okay. If you can, do it.”

“Hmph!”

As soon as the words fell, Lucia’s heart pounded.

“I will transfer all my rights as Prien to Siron Prien. And I promise not to feel dissatisfied and rebel against this.”

A green energy gathers in the air. The words I spoke took shape and seeped into my chest as if I was being sucked in.

“…Hoo.”

Goldmund’s expression turned as if he was surprised.

From the moment he appeared with a gag in his mouth, I felt it was unusual, but I did not expect him to swear the Mana Oath so freely.

“개새끼… 주인밖에 모르는 충직한 개새끼…”

“What the fuck are you?”

“…I’m sorry. I was so surprised that my true feelings came out.”

Goldmund muttered, avoiding eye contact. Siron stopped Lucia, who looked like she was going to jump out at any moment, and gagged her again.

“Do you need more?”

“…No, that’s enough.”

Goldmund said so, turned his back on Siron and headed towards the obelisk. Shiron followed him, and Seira and Lucia watched with narrow eyes.

“It’s so amazing.”

“Eup?”

“Where on earth do these demons come out of nowhere? Same with Yuma and Atmos. I have traveled to many places over the past 500 years, but I have never heard of a place like this.”

“…I was in a hurry.”

“Tsk,” Lucia muttered, spitting out her gag. As Shiron took a few steps, his innocent expression became sharper.

“500 years ago, there was not much preparation and there were many victims. The karma of trying to get things done hastily has now come true.”

“Do you regret it?”

“What?”

“Failure to stop Yura who was impatient ahead of the decisive battle.”

“…Yes.”

Lucia nodded slightly.

Thanks to the unfinished business, I was able to live a fulfilling life, meeting Siron and having a family.

Regrets do not remain for nothing.

The destruction of the world was delayed, but it does not seem to have been the desired result.

Thanks to the haste, Yura died, and Andrzej and Vinella were overworked without time to develop their strength and had to leave the stage miserably.

That’s why I sometimes end up thinking like this.

I feel sorry for Yura, who led the heroic commando team, but as my brain got thicker and I thought more, I started thinking about various things.

If I had taken more time,

If you have had enough time to become stronger,

If only we had gathered more strong talent…

I’m not saying this to blame Yura.

It’s just that Yura at that time often conveyed a feeling of urgency.

-You have to hurry. There’s not much time.

A haggard face vaguely comes to mind. Yura’s face had dark eyes and pale lips.

Since he was the weakest among the group, he would have felt the most burden during the arduous march, but even so, he never showed any dissatisfaction… I did not have time to look back on how Yura was at that time.

“Yura probably didn’t know. I really thought the demon god would come back to life.”

“…Yura died before the Demon God though.”

Sniff-

Lucia scratched the bridge of her sore nose and stared at the obelisk at the end of her vision.

Gooo-

The starlight in the sky gathered and swirled around the spire. Siron was quietly taking in the energy as if he was touching the obelisk.

“This time…”

Lucia was sitting down on the floor, admiring him. The golden eyes were overflowing with blue energy, and the image of Siron was reflected in a small way.

“I won’t let you die.”

The reason why Lucia transferred all rights to Siron.

In order to avoid repeating the regrets of the past, Siron had to become stronger than Lucia.

*

An empire where a year has passed.

Siriel read the letter that arrived at the mansion today as well.

If she counted the number of times she read the letters, it easily exceeded three figures, but in her mind, there was no information about when and how many letters would arrive.

To be more precise, it would be better to say that we intentionally do not care.

A year ago, a nigger came to the mansion with bad news. Along with a long letter from my brother saying he was sorry.

I’m sorry for not being able to be with you when your child was born. Please forgive me for choosing the warrior’s task…

At first, she felt very disappointed and regretful, but in the end, as the letter said, Siriel did not hate Siron.

This means that forgiveness was done a long time ago.

[Sorry, we’re almost there. I think I’ll succeed if I just wait a little longer.]

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Until today’s letter didn’t make much progress.

“If you have time to write a letter, please come quickly!”

Kwasik!

The table where the letter was placed was completely smashed. Sitting across from me… Yoru, wearing a maid uniform, was startled and broke into a cold sweat. Glenn sighed deeply, and Hugo comforted his whining granddaughter.

“Nigger.”

Patter-

Siriel said, shaking the sawdust off her hands.

“Yes, yes?”

“Prepare to go to Magyeong.”

“…It’s my job to stop SiriL…”

“Wait here any longer?!”

“……One year is a long wait.”

Yoru nodded repeatedly in response to the sad cry. After sighing passionately, Siriel suppressed her anger and walked up to her daughter’s side and kissed her.

“Father. Please take care of Alice.”

“…sniff. I want to come back.”

Perhaps as I got older, I shed more tears. Hugo was unable to stop Siriel and only had tears in his eyes.