Now we finally knew the truth about the first Dark Moon War. We knew what tremendous upheaval that divine artifact had once stirred in this world, knew of those who had once turned the entire world around only to erase their own names from history, and knew what they had gone through. A story from several thousand years ago left us unable to calm down for a long while—I had experienced more thrilling epic battles than that, and I had seen heroic emperors who saved the world and turned the tide, yet for some reason, So Ya's story struck me especially deeply.
Perhaps it had something to do with the twists of the entire tale, and the turbulent fates of every person involved.
The honest and kind-hearted barbarian prince had become the Dark Moon Overlord, a byword for demons. The scholar who had devoted his life to peaceful coexistence among all races was now the dreaded Blood Princess. The young farmer at the foot of the mountain, who had once harbored simple dreams, ultimately deceived the entire world in the name of God. And the last Dragon King had fallen into decadence as a wandering mercenary, telling us in this tiny room the story of four young people who had once saved the world... Most sigh-worthy of all was the girl named Antir. An ordinary person from beginning to end, an ordinary country girl who should have remained uninvolved in everything, had become the Goddess.
So Ya's tone remained calm throughout. That magnificent turmoil from thousands of years ago now truly seemed like nothing more than a story, but her current appearance—that of a dispirited wandering mercenary—still revealed just how heavily it weighed on her heart. Perhaps it was precisely because she had suppressed it for too long that So