Chapter 170 Soldiers (traces) are traces of dreams

A little southwest from Mid-Haze is a small hill overlooking the city. At the top, the best view, some sort of strange sight spread.

There is a sword. There is also a spear. There were bows, axes and canes. On the hill, there were many weapons protruding.

All of them are tombstones. Those who died in the war since I became the Demon King and led the army are worshiped here as graveyards.

They are all gone and neither resuscitation nor reincarnation is suitable anymore.

"It wasn't in the magical age ..."

Misha mutters.

"I also visited once 2,000 years later, but I guess it was cleared up. There was a trace of magical movement."

T ra n s l a ted b y Ｊp ｍ t l .ｃo ｍ She is looking down and thinking.

"... the midhaze has a palace dedicated to the war dead. It was built a thousand years ago from the magical era."

So that's it. It may have been moved there.

"These swords and spears aren't magical, because in the open, there's no gravestone."

It is not magically repaired because it is a practice of the dead. Even if the weapons decay, they remain there. Older ones have more magic. It is reported that by making graveposts with non-magical weapons, those who have died will someday be revived. Of course, it is not clear whether this is the case.

The eternal time must be repeated for the perished one to be revived. The world is much longer than it is today. Now nobody can prove it yet.

Those who have lost their roots will not be revived by common sense. However, there is no way to make sure that this is not possible.

T ra n s la te d b y Jp ｍ t l.ｃ om Or maybe it was salvation found by the demons' ancestors.

"there were"

Misha points to the back of the graveyard. I saw an old building quite far away.

If it is literally carved on the wall, there must be an ermaid. However, we cannot go immediately.

"A little good?"

Misha nodded herself, wondering if she was alone. Stepping slowly, I walk in front of countless tombstones.

Once you've come here, it can't be bypassed.

"I see, Misha."

She's beside me, likewise, looking at the tombstone.

"I couldn't protect this one."

I knelt on the spot.

They died for peace. Enchanted by my dreams, everyone fought until it perished. The loyal subordinates died earlier.

I couldn't protect it. I was still not strong enough.

I had to get stronger. To win peace. To overturn the unreasonableness. To end the tragedy.

In order to respond to their feelings who died in the midst of will. Whether rebellious or brutal, I reigned as a demon king in this land for a peaceful future that would surely come someday.

However, no matter how much power they have and how much magic they have, the lives of those who have already died will not return. Tran s l ate d b y jpｍt l.co m

"Everyone has good news."

I bow down to ask for forgiveness and I tell my subordinates who are not now.

"Peace has come. Be proud. We have won."

Is it really a victory? No matter what you tell the perished, there will only be vacancies.

"You have fulfilled your oath."

The grave marker must be in this place. I swore together, their souls are sleeping on this hill.

One day, when peace came, he set a gravepost in a vantage point so that he could look at the city of Mid-Haze.

It was supposed to stay here, but it is not as expected. For two thousand years, nothing will change.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't fulfill my oath."

If they were stronger and stronger enough to take control of everything in the world, they would have saved their lives.

"White flower"

Creative architecture Misha uses the magic of <> to attach a single flower to each tombstone. She kneeled next to me.

"Look up your face"

Misha whispered gracefully.

"I don't want to see where the Demon King descends." T r an sl a ted b y ｊpm tl .ｃom

Listening to the words, I slowly looked up.

"Everyone wants to see your face."

Gently misha's words pat my ears. As if stroking my heart.

"The face of the Demon King who lives in a peaceful era. For that, they fought for life."

"... Why do you think so?"

Evil Eye Misha turned it to the gravepost.

"I think everyone's feelings remain here."

"What is the feeling of the dead?"

Missha nodded.

"The heart is still here"

It is plain and yet very soft.

"I'm with Anos"

Magic Eye Misha's peeping into the abyss of the heart. It may be that the evil eye has become more visible after the battle with the King of Curse.

What I can't even see.

"I couldn't take them to a peaceful era." T ra n sl a t e d by Ｊpｍt l .ｃ om

Misha shook her head quietly.

"They were saved by the Demon King and wanted to save the Demon King. I think they wanted an era where you don't have to be violent."

Evil eye Still, her blue gazes at me.

"Misha"

"Hmm"

"What do they want?"

Thought, then Misha said.

"Let's laugh"

I thought it was a surprising dialogue.

"In front of the dead?"

"They wanted to know how you laugh. I wanted to know the real face of the Demon King who does not fight."

Two thousand years ago, I was not without laughing.

You should have understood laughter. He often invited clowns and travellers to Demon Castle to hold feasts.

But maybe your subordinates thought that I wanted to laugh. I didn't know at that time, but I never laughed as if I was a reincarnation.

"I couldn't get my thoughts from my subordinates.

Show them a straight face and I say.

"With your help, I was able to go to a peaceful era."

Remember the magical era. Boring lessons, degenerate magical formulas, descendants who don't even recognize me as a demon king.

What a silly, boring, peaceful day that no one dies.

If they could, I wanted to show them to them.

"Thank you"

I put thanks and effort for my subordinates in those words. I don't know if you're laughing well, but forgive this.

Standing up, I stare into the hall behind the graveyard.

"Never waste"

Leaving Avos Dilhevia will bring another battle to Dilheide. If so, many will lose their lives.

I can't let that happen again.

"I waited. Let's go."

"Hmm"

Phantom mimic Hide the figure and magic with the magic of <> and <>, and Misha and the two walk together to the graveyard.

Locking barrier The door was marked with <>.

Unlock "Hmm. I see. If you unlock it with <> etc., will it be possible to detect intrusion?"

Since the linked magic effect is simple and weak, it is hard to notice. But thanks to the text on the wall, it was easy to see through.

Corruption As suggested, I use the magic of <> on the door. The lock was released with a rattling sound.

Place your hand on the door and slowly open it. The inside is dim. Like the exterior, the interior looks quite old.

The furnishings were dusty and many were scratched. As you progress deeper into the room, there is a stone staircase that leads to the basement.

There is nothing else, we go down the stairs. A lamp was lit on the wall of the stone, dimly illuminating the area.

After a while, I heard a laughing sound.

"--I was afraid of that. It was just a moment, huh, Sieg."

It's a funny guy's voice. Going a little further, there was a neckless demonic, Erdemaid of the Death King.

"Even though it's handy, it's still the right arm of the Demon King Anos that would easily cut off God. God is invincible, not under the Demon King but under his command!"

Erdemade raises his tension strangely and talks passionately about where he is speaking, despite his lack of speech.

Aside from that, a man with dark skin and gold eyes and hair all backed up. I met once in 2000 years. Sikh, the staff of the Death King?

"So how strong is Demon King Anos? No matter how strong the enemy is, do you still know his bottom? No, there's a bottom? It's absolutely wonderful! , Sieg? "

"I don't know. So Lord, what are you going to do in the future?"

Sieg responded appropriately and asked a question.

"Heavenly Father is still in Ahartohern"

"Will recovery take time without your body?"

"That's right. That god is dying, but he said he was on schedule. It seems that this I went to see the demon king's right arm was on schedule."

Sieg looks down and thinks.

"The point is that the alliance is still going on."

"As the king says, it's hard to know what a god is. Why don't you go too deep?"

"Kakaka, it's good because you don't know what you're doing. Isn't the enemy of the demon king Anos to work for the small fish with a known bottom?

After a momentary glance, Sieg utters a voice.

"Ha"

"But the order that creates order, the Father God Nousgalia, is inferior to the enemy of the Demon King, because he sees himself as a poor enemy of violence. Do you think you can win the battle? "

"House"

"That's right, I can't win. He won't win. The demon of violence always exceeds this imagination. I've already lost by the stale mind that I can win, I can win this way. This King of Death is different. I know that Demon King will always win! "

Arousemaids loudly speak out. As if to praise me.

"That said, it's a shame to go away. If you abandon your pride and realize that you are the enemy of the Demon King, the power of God is enormous."

Sieg interjects while Erdomade is emphasizing.

"God talks about order itself, isn't it binding Knowsgalia?"

"If it were, we would have to take the place of controlling that order."

Sieg shows a suspicious look.

"How?"

"It's decided. This King of Death will have the power of Heavenly Father God, and we are preparing a magic formula for that."

"... such a thing?"

Kakkakka and Erdemade laughed away.

"Of course, it's impossible! Even if it takes 2,000 years, it's not something that can be done like this King of Death. Magic development is not my field. If there is, will it be completed easily? "

The color of exhaustion appears on Sieg's face. No matter what you say, it's about getting to my topic.

"Hey, don't be sick, Sieg. The Demon King of violence is not Anos."

"And you say?"

"A son of God and a great spirit. It is the plan of Knowsgalia to produce the abusive demon King Avos Dirhevia."

Suddenly, Sieg looked steep.

"Let's use the plan of the brave canon?"

"Exactly"

"... in other words, take over Knowsgalia with the help of Avos Dilhevia, born of the plan of Knowsgalia?"

"In some cases, we must make the choice to increase the number of enemies of the Demon King Anos, which is more annoying."

Kakkakka and Erdemade make a laugh.

"Perhaps, the hero is about to come into contact with the Mother Spirit and the right arm of the Demon King. How would they all judge now without the Demon King?