Chapter 83

"This is the one who will save the Planet." -- Acknowledgment, Attila.

"This is the one the Planet should recognize." -- Recognition, the Primordial Sacred Sword Wielder.

"This is the one who inherits the will." -- Acknowledgment, Jesus.

And finally, because of the 'covenant' left in the world, many stars shining with different colors rushed to illuminate the originally narrow, dark and dangerous bottom, obscuring the Savior's boundless and singular radiance, and becoming, truly, that colorful New World.

Those who accept the covenant gather here, and their prayers will become calls to action.

The countless words of people around the world ultimately converge into a single blessing.

"This is Novia."

The strongest fantasy that emerges after the Planet has forged people's sorrows and desires is itself determined by the souls of all living beings on the Planet.

Whether he can use the Divine Construct to save the world is now certain of the Planet itself, and whether a Dead Apostle can use the Star Sword to save humanity is also certain of humanity itself.

So, after thirteen thousand years, at this moment, the original Star Sword and the final Demonic Sword, True World, have merged, uniting the power of all the Anchor of the Storm on the Planet and the wishes of all souls—

Oh, my sorrowful wish, please let it be renewed.

Beneath those countless tears of light and the strings of the night that traced their marks.

Countless rays of light silently scattered and descended, leaving one speechless and breathless, their hearts pounding, until finally only a trace of heat remained before fading away.

However, there's always a "next one" that represents an endless cycle of life.

The day that truly ended never came, and the rescuers who came to greet them were never acknowledged.

Therefore, on that sword that represents the convergence of the beginning and the end, a dazzling array of countless rays of light, far surpassing those of the past and existing only on this day, now surge forth.

The cycle has no end; time will continue indefinitely.

It's not over yet; the Sun will rise again.

Seconds later, the Savior let out a desperate, painful cry.

It sounded somewhat like a cry of realization, so pitiful, not the Savior, but the sound of a young girl crying to the heavens.

That's how it ended.

There is no reason.

However, the feeling that "that's definitely true" is indeed present.

"Altrouge Brunestud, I've broken my promise. I have to leave now."

"Ugh, I know, just get lost, the farther the better. If I ever see you again, I'll eat you up."

The dark-skinned princess's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Without me noticing, my cheeks were already wet.

"I'm sorry."

"... It's okay. Because it's been like this until now..."

This is true now, and it will certainly be true in the future.

"Liking you has never caused me any bad luck."

Even though I didn't consciously feel like I was crying—

I will love you silently until the end of my life.

Regardless, she sincerely hoped that all of this would end as soon as possible.

If only no one got hurt, if only no one died.

For the sake of this self that seems to be anticipating death, for the Evil held towards the lives that died because of me—

Long ago, after encountering him, the machine, which was supposed to be born for destruction, learned of its own existence.

She was no longer the destructive Sefar, but Attila with humanity.

"Don't want."

As he gradually faded away, he spoke these words, his blue eyes seeming to say, "Please don't go out."

The Giant God nodded, abandoning his Desire to break through the blockade.

"Thank you, Attila..."

The person was smiling, with the same gentle smile as when they first met on the ground.

"There are such coincidences, or perhaps they are inevitable; in any case, my death is only natural."

The Giant God understood what this feeling represented.

The light of life is going out; he will die, and here, his life ends.

Is it too late to use life-saving Magecraft?

Was it because of the damage I caused to that Planet in the past?

The Giant God held him with trembling hands, holding back tears that almost spilled from her eyes. She didn't want her vision to be blurred by tears, because she felt that if she blinked, he would disappear.

Instead, she forced a smile, even though it looked awkward, but she didn't care.

"Attila, listen to me. From now on, it will be many years before anyone but me can understand you. I am happy about this, but even if that is possible, you will have to wait many years. I am very worried about this, because you will be extremely lonely after I die."

If only I could heal your loneliness right now, or if only I had left behind the Authority over the Valkyries, then you could see your sisters whom you consider your elder sisters, and you could talk to them, and you wouldn't be so lonely anymore."

"Avia..."

"But no matter what, you have to keep going in the days to come, even if you're alone."

Then both fell silent. Avia looked up at Attila, then around at the empty, white expanse.

In the final moments, the fragmented soul that arrived on the moon was about to disappear, and its consciousness was gradually fading away.

Please don't cry. Even though I can wipe away your tears, I can't stop them from flowing.

In the last moment, as my consciousness faded, I saw the girl's smile.

"... I will always wait for you."

Beneath the girl's tranquil voice, a smile appeared in her almost ethereal blue eyes.

She gently cradled his now-vanished body in her hands, tears finally streaming down her face uncontrollably, but a smile naturally appeared on her cheeks.

I wouldn't have had a chance to say this, but--

To understand the world, to meet him, and to know oneself.

Now I can finally say it out loud, and I believe it.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, his whole body trembling as he expressed the emotions welling up inside him.

"Avia, I love you."

Two Huns kings who swept across Europe around the year 400 AD left no trace of their final, actual conversation, whether in history, illustrated books, or oral accounts.

However, in that eternal solitude within the dark prison on the moon, where even the gods could not grasp the whole picture, the two people's last words did indeed intertwine.

The man's name is Avia.

The Giant God's name was Attila.

The first rays of dawn broke, illuminating the world.

In his daze, Primordial Dragon seemed to hear a cracking sound.

Within the crimson volcano, flames flickered and drifted among the lava. Typhon awoke in astonishment, standing there blankly as if searching for something.

Here, the lava remains unchanged, and the heat is as intense as ever.

But in a fleeting moment, she seemed to see a human shadow in front of her waving goodbye cheerfully, before disappearing.

"Avia..."

The girl at the bottom of the volcano stared blankly at the lava above for a long, long time, then curled up helplessly and burst into tears.

All I want is to be together forever. That's enough.

But in any case, now, just like when she first gained her freedom, she is truly free.

Time passed, on the Scandinavian Island, countless years after that day.

Facing the resurrected red dragon, the now frail and aged Beowulf fights alone.

His men had all fled; could he possibly withstand the dragon's breath on his own?

Even if you can defend against it, how do you defeat a dragon? Where are its weaknesses? How many difficulties would you need to overcome to strike its weak point?

Time passed so slowly, but there was ample time for reflection.

Why am I fighting? Why do I want to fight?

The passion of youth has long since faded, leaving only a longing for stability.

"... No, I'm the king! I'll take you with me even in death!"

The fighting spirit that had been extinguished was rekindled. He recalled the memory of parting with his friends many years ago. Even though he knew it was all in the past, he could not allow the countless people on the island to enjoy simple happiness after he, Avia, and Siegfried resolved everything that day.

Even in this cruel world, there are occasional moments of such beauty.

"Yes, thankfully I made it in time."

A silver-haired man, now aged, appeared before Beowulf and together they accomplished the task of slaying the dragon.

"Hey Siegfried, can you outdrink me now?"

"I'm afraid that won't work; I don't drink much anyway."

"Really? Then never mind."

Siegfried nodded and looked at his friend.

He said, "In that case, as we agreed before, let's go and fight bare-knuckles and see who's stronger."

His response was Beowulf's loud laughter.

"Yes, next time, if there's a chance, the three of us should definitely have a drink together again."

Where there is meeting, there will also be parting.

And so, the final Nightmare, upon returning to Avalon, placed the transformed Holy Sword back in its original spot. On the sword, that memory transformed into a seed, slumbering there, becoming a gentle breeze to soothe everything in the world, returning the bound soul to spring, until it encounters the spring of the next cycle.

A flower bloomed beside the Holy Sword, a unique, Flower of Fantasy unlike any of the native species.

Like a recurring memory, it moves with the wind, as if telling a story in a dream.

I always sit on the rock and watch, all enveloped by the sound of the waves.

Suddenly, a question arose in her mind.

Was the self I remembered in that memory a person, Nightmare, or both?

It doesn't matter which way it is, because no matter what, what you have there is always surrounded by something warm, reassuring, and fulfilling.

I haven't lost that feeling yet, and that's why I can recall it as soon as I close my eyes.

Good endings, bad beginnings, encompassing both, repeating, repeating.

May the world he left behind also echo with the sound of waves, and may the world he is no longer in be filled with new vitality, vibrant and bright.

"Fu."

"Hmm, oh dear, what's wrong with you? You said your master is always sleeping, so you wanted to go out for a stroll? Oh, you should have said so earlier. From now on, you can stay by my side."

It may appear that nothing has changed, but that's not actually the case.

"Hmm... you said you wanted to become the ideal king..."

One day, as she listened to the blonde girl's choice, she felt somewhat troubled, but then she quickly remembered something.

So she said this: