episode_0087

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I feel like my shoulders are being crushed by the magic that is getting closer and closer.

However, despite the strength of the presence he felt, he himself had not yet fully grown as much as he did back then.

As anxiety slowly began to creep into Lucius’ mind.

Lucius clenched his teeth.

‘You need to come to your senses.’

If I were to fall here, I don’t know what would happen to Cheonharang and Cheonmu.

Of course, Lucius, who had experienced a glimpse of the power of the Heavenly King, even had the thought, ‘What if?’

He immediately shook his head.

The Demon King is a being that is endlessly born from a single ‘concept’.

The only one who can seal him is not someone with a powerful force like Cheonharang or Camilla, but someone with the ‘will’.

For example, there are warriors and saints.

In the past, we didn’t know this fact, so how many people were sacrificed?

Lucius shook his head roughly as he tried to recall his memories.

‘Now is not the time to think about that.’

Hurry up a little and get there first.

Lucius hurried his steps.

And then, a scene entered Lucius’ eyes.

The surrounding scenery is such that you can’t help but believe that it is the return of the Demon King.

The land, which was clearly flat, was sunken, reminiscent of a cliff.

A gust of wind blew across Lucius’ face, making it hard to believe that this was the ‘end of the world.’

“… What.”

Lucius’s pupils began to shake as if an earthquake had occurred.

Lucius, who was observing the surrounding scenery with such a blank expression, saw two people, though it was faint.

Cheonharang and Cheonmumyung.

Lucius let out a small sigh of relief.

‘It’s not too late though.’

I roughly checked the condition of their bodies, which looked small, and although there were knife marks here and there on their clothes, it didn’t seem like they had been in a big fight.

The magic that was felt also suddenly disappeared.

It might be too positive an interpretation, but could it be that they drove them out?

As Lucius let out a sigh of relief, he heard Elia’s voice full of doubt.

“Lucius?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Lucius, who had relaxed a little, opened his mouth with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

The words from Elia were enough to make Lucius tense up again.

“I think there’s a scabbard nearby that Camilla mentioned… ?”

“… Are you talking about the scabbard?”

No matter how much Lucius trusted Elia, it was nonsense.

Lucius squinted his eyes and looked through the thick fog into its center.

There was something there that Elia could certainly mistake for a scabbard.

“… How did that get here…?”

However, it was not a scabbard.

Unlike the scabbard that Lucius had never heard of before, it was something very familiar to him.

The weapon that ‘that guy’ used.

The most evil weapon, made by melting down various magical weapons and re-creating them.

Lucius’s brow furrowed sharply.

A radiant light like I had never seen before emanated from his body, and there was also a red murderous aura among it.

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He squinted his eyes and glared at the staff floating in the air.

…what on earth is that?

Even though it was hit by my sword, which was made only for destruction, it was still recovering as if it was nothing, and when it touched the nameless, the space distorted and it left strange fragments on the disciple’s body.

It’s full of things I don’t understand.

For a moment, I pondered what to do with the cane.

An anonymous man with a very serious expression grabbed my shoulder.

“Master.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He waved his arms slightly at the nameless person and let out a deep sigh.

Because of the sharpened senses from the break of the heavens, I could sense Lucius and Elia approaching me at a speed I had never seen before.

There’s no need to ask why; it’s my fault.

My head is spinning.

… I don’t know how to explain this, I’m already having a headache because of the cane thing.

But the good news is that it’s a staff, not a scabbard.

How would that explain it if they detected a suspicious aura and tried to destroy it, but failed?

Well, if things start to get weird, you can just run away.

He nodded his head slightly.

Just in case, I also put my internal energy to sleep.

Although he didn’t pour all of himself into it, it was one of the strengths he wanted to hide.

That too, is a technique that cuts the sky, that cuts God.

There is nothing good about being caught by the warriors and saints who follow that god.

I let out a deep sigh.

Still… I guess I could ask the saintess about the fragments embedded in the nameless body.

“That’s a good one.”

“Yes?”

“Nothing.”

For a while, I spent some time having such an anonymous and insignificant conversation.

From far away, a loud male shout was heard.

“Are you okay!”

Of course, the identity of the voice is Lucius.

To answer him, I waved my hand widely.

“No problem!”

Lucius’s face, which looked small, seemed somewhat relieved.

Hmm, I guess you really thought this was a big deal.

I felt guilty for worrying you for nothing, but I soon tilted my head.

…Why are they coming like that?

Elia was hanging on Lucius’ shoulder, swaying back and forth.

His complexion is also pale, as if he is suffering from motion sickness….

Hey… aren’t you going to throw up?

My face also turned pale.

“Now, wait! Lucius! Come slowly! Elia! Elia! ”

At my shout, Lucius tilted his head with a questioning expression.

“What are you talking about! Huh?!”

After checking Elia’s complexion, he stopped right there.

…They are the hero and the saint? The future of this world is truly bleak.

Lucius, who arrived safely at our side, placed Elia gently on the floor and approached us with a stern expression.

“Cheonharangnim.”

“… Are you here?”

His narrowed eyes seemed to be asking for some clarification, or for the situation to be explained. That was the kind of intent I felt.

He licked his lips.

… I haven’t thought about what to do yet.

Of course, I have a few ideas in mind, but I haven’t decided on any.

I’ve been thinking for a while about how to convey the message.

Lucius nodded as if he knew everything and opened his mouth.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Um, what.”

I averted my gaze at Lucius’ tone of voice, which seemed to show genuine concern.

…should I say something?

If those fragments had been embedded in my heart instead of being anonymous, I might have endured it alone.

I feel like I have to say something about this, since it could endanger the lives of others, not just mine.

He pursed his lips slightly, glanced at the nameless man, and covered himself with a curtain so that his disciple could not hear.

The nameless expression in my sight was tinged with bewilderment.

… I still feel a little reluctant to tell him.

What parent would want to tell their child, ‘You have a terminal illness.’

Of course, I wasn’t a parent, but I guess I’m in a similar position?

That is how miserable the feeling is.

He pursed his lips slightly and opened his mouth hesitantly.

“The nameless body… might be a little uneasy.”

“… Is that so?”

Even though I hadn’t gotten to the point yet, the curtain had been drawn around me and my words had caused Lucius’ mood to drop.

It seems like he has something on his mind.

I don’t see it being quite as bad as I’m concerned about, but it’s not terribly bad.

I continued to open my mouth, interpreting the situation positively.

“Hey, do you see the staff in the center?”

He raised his finger and pointed to the wand floating in the air.

Lucius’s head followed my index finger, stopped at the point I was pointing at, and then nodded.

“… Yes.”

For some reason, I could hear a hint of hatred in his voice, but I didn’t really care.

To me, the condition of the anonymous body is more important than this guy’s story.

“Since the nameless one came into contact with that thing, a piece of shrapnel has been embedded in his heart as if he was under some kind of curse… .”

“… Anonymous?”

Lucius’ mouth opened in shock.

“Have you already come into contact with that?!”

“Huh? Really?”

Lucius bit his lip with a miserable expression, then nodded his head on his own and slowly walked towards the center of the hollow ground, where the staff was.

There was a sense of uneasiness and impatience in the anonymous expression on his face as he watched it.

Anonymous came up to me and gently patted my shoulder.

“Master, shouldn’t we stop this?”

“Now, what does it matter?”

But, for me, it was just fortunate.

To be honest, that’s not the scabbard we were looking for, but wouldn’t Lucius’ actions have a positive effect on healing the nameless body?

In a word, it is rather good.