“What’s with that child?”
Siriel Prient pouted her lips and glared at Shiron. No, more precisely, at the adorable little girl clinging tightly to his side.
Black hair, purple eyes. She looked quite cute. To the extent that Siriel would want a daughter like her if she were to marry her brother someday. If that were all, Siriel could have considered her just a normal child and turned a blind eye.
She already knew through prophetic dreams that many women would flock around her brother. So, Siriel believed she wouldn’t mind one or two ordinary women…
“Let me repeat, my name is [Latera]!”
However, the girl who introduced herself as Latera emanated such a powerful divine power that even Siriel, who was not affiliated with the church, could sense it leaking out.
“I am the promised companion of the hero and a preparation made for the future!”
“I didn’t ask you?!”
Siriel exclaimed sharply.
Not ordinary. Extraordinary. To possess such cuteness and irreplaceable uniqueness… It would be foolish not to care now. Having declared not so long ago that she would prove her worth, Siriel could not just watch silently as this unknown girl clung to her brother and giggled.“Brother. What exactly is this child? Where did she come from to be so affectionate towards you?”
“Didn’t she already introduce herself?”
Shiron looked down at Latera, shrugging his shoulders.
“How much have you told Siriel?”
“Um… could you lower your ear closer?”
Shiron bent his knees and waist to bring himself closer to Latera, and Latera whispered carefully to ensure her voice didn’t leak out.
-I didn’t tell her I am an angel.
-Why?
-I thought you wouldn’t want it. Such a significant fact shouldn’t be carelessly revealed by me, right?
After removing her mouth from Shiron’s cheek, Latera glanced at Siriel. She could understand why Lucia and Seira were by Shiron’s side in this world. But she couldn’t grasp this girl.
Siriel Prient. Shiron’s cousin. Just that, nothing more?
Seira was known as the head of the Ten Thousand Demons, a formidable sorcerer. Lucia was a genius swordsman, bearing the past life of Kylie. But Siriel…
‘Compared to the heroes, she’s just someone who’s good with a sword.’
Latera smirked slightly, her eyes narrowing. Technically, Siriel’s swordsmanship was not merely ‘good with a sword,’ but in the presence of the sun, even the moon faded. Noticing the contemptuous look, Siriel glared, veins bulging in her neck.
“Did… did you just mock me?”
“Mock? I did no such thing.”
“I, I heard you snicker—just now!”
“Ah, perhaps you misheard? I heard you were the benefactor who saved the hero from a crisis. Would I mock such a person? That’s absurd.”
“Oh, brother, you heard it too, right? This little one just mocked me.”
“…Lucia.”
Shiron placed his hand on Latera’s head, his gaze shifting to Lucia.
“Why me?”
“Take Latera outside for a bit. I have something to discuss with Siriel.”
“…Alright.”
Relieved to avoid being caught in the crossfire, Lucia nodded slightly and led Latera outside.
“Then I’ll also…”
“You stay here.”
As Seira attempted to follow, Shiron grabbed her by the nape of the neck.
“Weren’t you trying to console Siriel?”
“Why would I?”
After rubbing his ear a few times, Shiron pulled Seira to sit next to Siriel. Their similar hair colors made them appear almost like sisters.
“You need to explain why Siriel is here.”
“…”
“…”
A fact forgotten until now, recalled too late. Seira and Siriel exchanged glances and pursed their lips. After a moment of silence, Siriel was the first to speak.
“…It’s not the teacher’s fault. I wanted to follow brother, so she reluctantly joined. So, brother, if you’re going to scold, scold me alone.”
Siriel looked sorrowful, placing a hand on her chest. Shiron didn’t respond to Siriel but turned his indifferent gaze to Seira.
“Seira, is that true?”
“It, it is but…”
‘Wouldn’t admitting it here make me seem too petty?’
Seira sighed repeatedly, wondering how things had ended up like this. There was no issue with following Shiron secretly… Siriel wanted to follow Shiron but never dared to tread too closely or stay in the same hotel out of sheer desire.
It was just like a normal tour, entering a friend’s tomb, visiting museums, and tasting exotic foods.
Siriel was happy to have the same experiences as her brother, and Seira was pleased to visit a friend’s tomb after a long time. Shiron and Lucia were happy to be undisturbed… A happy ending seemed destined for everyone.
However, fate didn’t make things easy.
“It’s my fault. Siriel did nothing wrong.”
“Teacher…”
“I shouldn’t have indulged in Siriel’s tantrums. I shouldn’t have gone to you because of that damn dream. So, don’t blame Siriel, blame me.”
Seira spoke calmly, casting a sympathetic glance towards Siriel.
Somehow they overcame the crisis, but Seira thought it was her responsibility to ensure that Siriel, still emotionally immature, didn’t end up being hated by Shiron. Reading her intentions, Siriel showed a moved expression and teared up.
“Why is everyone in such a hurry to make me the bad guy?”
Watching their melodrama unfold, Shiron spoke irritably. He had no intention of scolding them, wondering what misunderstanding they had. Surprised by his denial, Seira blinked and stared at Shiron.
“Weren’t you going to scold us?”
“Why would I scold you when nothing wrong has been done in the end?”
“Because we followed you without listening?”
“Why be angry about something that’s already over? And if I were to scold someone, it should be you, not Siriel.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You came unexpectedly, leaving me no time to react.”
“Sorry…”
Seira bowed her head, hitting it in frustration. Reflecting on why she acted that way that night, even she found too many incomprehensible aspects with her behavior.
“Why did you do that? Coming late at night, muttering incomprehensible words, and with the holy sword shining. I thought you had gone mad and were coming to attack me.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s not about saying sorry, but understanding why you did it. That’s more meaningful right now.”
“That… That’s because.”
As Shiron spoke soothingly, Seira hesitated.
“I saw Kyrie’s corpse in my dream.”
“And then?”
“Then I saw a child named Latera. After that, I felt like I had to go to you… I don’t understand. It’s not making sense. I met Latera for the first time on this trip.”
Seira blamed herself, holding her head. Listening to this, Siriel suddenly interjected.
“Could it be a prophetic dream? Maybe Teacher has awakened the power of prophecy.”
“Seira is not a Prient. That’s impossible.”
Siriel suggested a possibility, but Shiron flatly denied it.
The power of prophecy was exclusive to the Prients. In the game, it’s used to predict enemy attack points or their appearance locations, allowing Glen Prient to prevent the indiscriminate descent of Apostles in the demon realm.
“Could someone have interfered with your mind?”
“Interference?”
“Like you did to others. Someone manipulating you to achieve their goal.”
Shiron proposed a serious hypothesis. Seira blushed, scoffing.
“That’s nonsense. I’m Seira, a grand mage unmatched in this world…”
“Who said you’re not a grand mage? But that doesn’t mean your mental strength is strong, right? In fact, we couldn’t tell if you acted impulsively.”
“But still…”
Seira struggled with the idea, her pride severely dented, but the more she remembered, the more unsettling the conclusion became.
Someone unknown had invaded her mind to fulfill a purpose. Realizing this sent a chill down Seira’s spine.
“Teacher, how about buying magical gear to strengthen your mental strength? Like my ribbon.”
“I guess I should.”
Seira reluctantly agreed. Although this time ended well, there was a risk of accidentally attacking allies in a fit of impulse.
“So, who could have interfered with your dream?”
“A Demon Lord?”
“It can’t be the Demon Lord. If the creature sleeping somewhere in the demon realm had regained enough power to interfere with you, the Makal Mountains would’ve collapsed.”
“But then, it really narrows it down.”
Seira pondered who else could possess the power to intervene mentally…
The Queen of the Deep Sea had been torn to shreds, and the Main Martial King’s lingering thoughts had met the same fate. If anyone was still alive, it would be the Tower Master of Despair or the Fervent Dragon Demodras, but neither remembered Seira, who was cursed by the Demon Lord.
Shiron, resting his chin on his hand, gazed at Seira.
“Could it be the Tower Master of Despair or Demodras? Maybe even the Apostles. Since they receive power from the Demon Lord, attaching divine authority to it wouldn’t be impossible.”
“I thought of that too… but there’s the curse.”
“The curse is from the Demon Lord. It might not apply to his followers. The curse didn’t affect you, Siriel, or Lucia, right? The Demon Lord’s curse doesn’t seem absolute.”
“Nothing’s ever easy. Just when someone remembers, this misfortune occurs.”
Seira sighed deeply, her expression gloomy. Shiron patted her back, his expression bittersweet.
“First, let’s get magical equipment to enhance your mental strength on our way back home.”
Shiron disliked being stuck without answers. Seira nodded slightly, agreeing with him.
Meanwhile, in the Hero’s Abode, now devoid of light.
In a space shrouded in pitch-black darkness, about 1200 abandoned guards stood in line, holding hands.
And at the forefront of this procession.
The Guard Captain Raihan braced himself for the impending pain. Death would have been a welcome escape, but hell did not grant Raihan that mercy. There was no need to breathe or eat. Trying to pierce his heart only resulted in bending fingers.
However, only the sacred flame permitted death. Raihan, commemorating a departed comrade, solemnly addressed his colleagues standing beside him.
“See you again in heaven.”
Whoosh-
With his faith unwavering, Raihan conjured a white flame in his hand. Directing it towards his chest, he set himself ablaze, transforming into a pillar of light in the dark space. As his body burned, Raihan recited scripture, convinced that enduring this pain was a necessary sacrifice to save Brahham and ascend to heaven.
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