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    It was strange.

    Certainly, Raoul Bergé was a strong opponent. His skill with that staff was superb. If he had only stayed a few more years, he would have reached the level that the King of the Phantoms had reached. However, that was only if the condition of a few years had been attached.

    There is no doubt that he is still a low-level player. If we only consider his level… yes. His skill level is probably slightly higher than that of the best players. Considering his age, you could think of him as a genius of the past. But the solidity of time is also one of the weapons I have forged, so I had no choice but to show it off.

    In front of the wall of time, which is harder than any iron and thicker than any castle wall, most young geniuses are frustrated. That’s what happened to many enemies I’ve seen.

    The previous Demon King did so, my disciples did so, and the humans who banished me to this continent did the same.

    But Raoul Bergé was different. Once he had wounded someone with a single swing of his sword, he would grit his teeth and prepare for a second strike.

    “The difference in skill will be obvious.”

    “… War is not a martial arts training ground, Demon King. Do you not feel anything when you see the difference in these forces? ”

    “That’s right. The difference is huge.”

    Indeed, as he said, a hail of arrows flew towards me.

    “Curved sword – Moonstroke.”

    The black energy that stretched out in a curved shape spread out clearly and softly like moonlight at dawn, and cut up the arrows aimed at me.

    “The difference in class.”

    I had noticed that the entire army was trying to increase their power by inhaling a special elixir.

    But even if a few rats grind their teeth, they will never be able to defeat the dragon.

    Even if a few wolves join a pack of rats, nothing will change.

    “You’ve become arrogant, Demon King.”

    I answered his question by lightly blocking Raoul’s cane.

    “Isn’t there anything more unsightly than the humility of a great person?”

    “The more ripe the grain is, the more it bows its head.”

    “That’s funny. A warrior is not a grain. He must be a beast that drinks blood. The stronger the beast, the more proud its head is.”

    Raoul’s posture quickly collapsed as if he could not bear the weight of my sword, and I took advantage of the gap to stab him in the side.

    Although he was used to protecting others, he still seemed awkward when it came to protecting his own side.

    “You are worthless without Leila. If you had Leila with you, you would have shown skills that would even amaze me. You are like a pair of flying birds. Without one of them, you will only fall further.”

    Flying bird… Flying bird… Wings…

    ‘Our relationship was made in heaven. Like a bird flying in the sky and like a lotus flower on the ground, we will protect each other forever…’

    “Huh…?”

    Something has disappeared again. Something so precious and warm that it brought tears to my eyes has disappeared again inside of me.

    What was it? The treasure that has just disappeared from inside me.

    Think of it. Remember it. Even if it is in the form of something I have forgotten.

    “AAAHHH!!!!!!!!!”

    I couldn’t remember. The enlightenment that this power brought me soon began to erase what I had defined as precious, judging it to be affliction.

    I began to burn all the memories that supported me, considering them as worthless and useless.

    I have to repeat it all. Before I lose more of my precious things.

    “My rain… Stone mountain… Calendula… Flower… The name you gave me is Beled… Violet… Flower garden… Cuckoo… Tiger… Lemon…”

    I was adrift in the hell of oblivion.

    Now, I have become a drifter floating on the pitch-black river of oblivion, without even knowing where to go.

    I just kept going deeper and deeper, following the lead of my hatred. Things didn’t get any better.

    But now I couldn’t turn back. Now I can’t just turn back everything.

    I had to swing my sword. For her. For my beloved Rain.

    “You have completely turned into a monster, Demon King.”

    “Didn’t I tell you? You and I are no different.”

    “No. My friends, unlike you, clearly define the object of their hatred. And unlike me, you do not feel ashamed of sin at all.”

    I’m ashamed… I can’t believe that. There’s only one thing I should be ashamed of.

    The only thing that remains is that I haven’t destroyed the empire for her yet.

    “And you are getting weaker and weaker, Demon King.”

    “Since when did you develop the habit of trying to shake the other person with your three-inch tongue, Raoul Bergé.”

    “You were so powerful a while ago. With your uncontrollable power, delicate skills, and obsession, there was no way you could beat me. But now, it seems like everything is shaking. As if the foundation of everything, the reason for building it up, is shaking.”

    “…….”

    When I remained silent, Raoul Bergé asked in a righteous voice.

    “… Forgetting?”

    “Just say that much.”

    “I’m jealous.”

    “What…”

    “Forgetting forgetfulness is a blessing to those who feel the same pain of that day. Those who repeat the experience of having their hearts ripped out will want to forget that pain somehow…”

    “Raoul Bergé!!!!!!!!!”

    It felt like something hot was rising.

    “Don’t move your mouth any further! This oblivion! This terrible ignorance that makes my precious things disappear! How painful it is…!!!!”

    “It’s your choice.”

    I couldn’t control my anger and swung my sword.

    However, unlike before, the sword he swung with anger was easily blocked.

    “… Yes. The more angry you are, the weaker you become. When you protect someone, you are at a level that I cannot even approach. ”

    Raoul Bergé raised his cane straight at me with brawn.

    “You, who have nothing to protect… You, who have forgotten even the memories of what you wanted to protect… are weak.”

    “Shut up, Raoul Bergé!!!”

    The anger I felt in that moment almost surpassed my anger towards the empire.

    I could understand, at least in part, why people hated Raoul Bergé.

    “There’s no way you’ll understand why I’m fighting while enduring this oblivion!”

    “Yeah. I can’t understand. I still don’t want to understand the thoughts of a beast that cries out for annihilation.”

    And at that moment, Raul’s hand struck my ribs. Fortunately, they didn’t break, but I could feel the impact spreading to my internal organs.

    “This level of attack isn’t enough to kill even a beast.”

    “The important thing is that it got through.”

    We continued to trade blows like that.

    As expected, the attack just now was just a coincidence. I was being overpowered. I was just focused on defense. I couldn’t even return fire, let alone land a proper hit.

    Yes. I will kill you like this, and I will kill your lover and your master. And after I trample everything and burn the empire…

    What should I do? If I kill everything and even the flames of hatred disappear, how should I live?

    Futures that had not yet arrived were trying to strangle me.

    But what drives me now is not the anticipation of the future, but the despair of a painful past.

    It doesn’t stop at that.

    “Demon King. I am currently wearing my sister’s hair ornament, my mother’s necklace, and my fiancée’s ring.”

    “… Is this a lie?”

    “My heart is burning hotter than ever right now. Can you, who has forgotten everything, take this heat?”

    “You’re still stupid.”

    “What…?”

    ” Sharp sword – Flying dragon arrow.”

    As a dragon flies through the clouds, my black vibrating blade pierces Raoul’s hand and pierces his abdomen.

    “The hot emotion that makes you fight is called fighting spirit. And my fighting spirit is the proof of my love for her.”

    I continued speaking, spinning the sword I had stuck in his abdomen.

    “There’s no way I could lose to you.”

    “Indeed…”

    Despite being stabbed in the abdomen, Raoul remained calm.

    How can you be so calm? How can you laugh like that in a desperate situation where you’re left alone and your stomach is pierced?

    A very slight feeling of discomfort passed through my mind.

    Why on earth is Raoul Bergé alone now? He must have three close friends.

    “…!”

    As I looked around, cooling my overheated head from the fight, it seemed like all the soldiers around me had also retreated.

    “You seem to have just noticed. I wanted to gather my strength a little more…”

    “No way…”

    Raoul began to gather his hands, which were shaking violently.

    Due to the excessively strong vibrations, a black ripple appeared on my left hand and a white ripple appeared on my right hand.

    I knew that technique.

    Because it was the technique that ruptured half of my eight meridians in the previous war.

    The ripples rising from the different vibrations mixed together to create a small, gray sphere.

    “You probably know this technique well. It has a fatal flaw in that everyone around me, including me, gets caught up in it… but its power is incomparable.”

    “You’re crazier than me.”

    Using this technique in that physical condition was an intentional suicide.

    “I will not die today. There is something hot enough to burn a cold death.”

    And Raoul Bergé immediately shattered the sphere with a loud clap.

    I too had to immediately swing my sword and create a sword barrier.

    “Season.”

    Because that was a blow of absolute destruction that even I could not follow.

    “Void.”

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