Thin fingers gently touched Anos's cheek.
"What's wrong?"
A soft, gentle voice beside his ear gently brought him back to consciousness.
The two of them, Anos and Misha, were in the Demon Lord Academy's dormitory in Pablojetar. Anos was lying on his back on the bed, while Misha was looking straight at Anos. His head was on her lap.
Her soft platinum hair, illuminated by the light, gave off a truly beautiful glow, and the moonlight was reflected in her eyes, calm and affectionate.
This is the "Divine Eye of Existence."
"I suddenly saw something like a lucid dream of Hyfolia sixteen thousand years ago." He recalled the scene that flashed through his mind.
Ronclus's memories?
Misha looked into my abyss with her divine eyes and gently returned my damaged foundation to its original form.
"It seems so."
Although he couldn't see Ronclus, there was a ship of the blue sea there.
Perhaps he had done so.
"Is there something bothering you?"
He didn't remember if his facial expression had changed.
"You notice everything."
After these words, Misha felt a little embarrassed.
"Because I've always been watching you."
"There are just three things that bother me. The Calamity of the Corpse Izak fell asleep, fulfilled his oath to the previous king of Highfolia, Ordov, and hid him in a temple in Highfolia. Ordov had the chance to destroy the Calamity of the Corpse, but he didn't."
"Why?"
"It seems he had a dream, but I don't know what it was."
Misha blinked a few times and then smiled slightly.
"Do you hope it was a good dream?"
"Who knows. Ordov has abdicated anyway. If he had placed his dream on Lebrahard, he probably wouldn't have become so stubborn for no reason."
Misha smiled at him.
"If there's something good in the nature of this reason," she said, putting me at ease with her gaze. "Then I'm glad."
Anos smiled back at Misha.
"And Ordov also told him not to get involved with Pablohetar. However, now, after sixteen thousand years, Hyfolia has become part of the Pablohetar academies alliance."
"Is this one of the things that worries you?"
He nodded.
Perhaps Lebrahard has violated the previous king's orders.
"I want to know more about Pablojetara."
So far, they had only spent time in Pablohetar's palace and immersed themselves in all sorts of silver water hierarchy wars and the Trials of the Six Academies, but there were still many things they didn't know.
For example, how did Pablohetar's palace create the world? The founder's opinion should probably take precedence over others, but it seemed that no member of the Supreme Six Saints Academy was given special treatment.
"What about Ronclus?"
"It's clear that being in my base has had a strong impact on him, and he'll need some time to adjust to it."
Ladpilika had just been used. It would be faster to figure it out on his own than to wait for Ronclus to wake up.
He tried to stand up, but Misha held my head back.
"Not today."
She slowly lowered my head and placed it back on her lap.
"Tomorrow, the trial of the Six Academy's Parrington case will take place. If the Militia World joins the ranks of the Six Supreme Academy, there will definitely be a big change."
Misha extended her index finger and touched my chest.
"Your origin has become mushy again."
Her eyes were filled with pity as she looked at him.
"Wait a moment. I will heal it."
After the battle with Ronclus, she was almost healed, but Parrington's "Red Thread" reopened the wound in his body.
After the thirst of the Arzenon Destruction Lion, his destructive power was almost out of control. Anos had to use force to control it, but the damage from this was more serious than the external wounds of the origin.
"I can fuse the destructive power into the dual-method sword. So I don't mind too much."
"You've only learned how to jump higher than your head." Misha looked at him intently. "The fact that you can move, despite the deep wound, worries me even more."
"Fumu." He laughed. "Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. Do you think something so small can destroy me?"
Misha shook her head.
"That's not what I'm worried about." She said, her eyes gentle. "Don't get used to blood and wounds. Whenever you suffer, I feel sorry for you too."
"... Um."
For Anos personally, this wasn't a problem, but how could he flatly refuse a request from his subordinate.
"Alright. Just do as you wish."
Hearing that, she smiled happily.
"Sorry about that."
As if to show her gratitude, Misha gently stroked his hair. It tickled.
"However, if we become members of the Supreme Six Saints Academy, we'll be considered strong even by Pablohetar's standards. Perhaps if we wait until tomorrow, we can find out faster."
"Right."
"By the way."
Anos pointed at his door, channeling his magic power into it, and the door swung open with a loud bang.
"Kya-a-a-a!"
Sasha, who was standing right behind the door, lost her balance and fell forward.
"Are you okay?" Misha asked worriedly.
Without any protection, Sasha buried her face in the floor.
"... I'm fine..."
Looking at her posture, it didn't seem very convincing.
"So what?" He asked Sasha, who was still lying on the floor. "What kind of game is this? The floors in Pablojetar are actually quite sturdy."
"I'm not kidding! This happens all the time when you suddenly open the door! I thought you were having a serious conversation with Misha, but you can't just open the door like that!" Sasha reacted sharply, jumping up like a spring. "Damn it, my nose is flat."
Sasha touched the tip of her slightly red nose.
"Yes, I'm sorry."
He stood up, walked over to Sasha, reached out, and gently touched her nose with his finger.
"Eh?.. Um... Anos?.."
"Then I'll take responsibility..." He smiled brightly. "...and fix it."
"D-Don't!"
"Ha ha ha." He laughed involuntarily. "What's wrong?"
Sasha looked at him with a confused expression, seemingly not understanding what he was trying to say.
"What were you doing in front of the door? If you needed anything, just come in without asking."
"...Um, that's right..." Sasha muttered, bowing her head. "...Don't meddle in other people's business... Since he can fuse the berserk power into the two-law sword, there's no need to destroy it with "Evil Eye of Destruction" anymore..."
Last time, to stop his base of destruction, he had neutralized the magical power with Sasha's "Evil Eye of Destruction", but now he didn't really need it anymore since he could drain all the excess power into the two-law sword.
Restoring the damaged source's shape was very important, but alas, this wasn't her area of expertise.
"...And in that case, there's nothing I can do for you..."
"And that's it?"
"Is that all?.. It might be nothing to you, but..."
Sasha looked down and clutched the skirt of her uniform.
"The healing process is quite boring. If you have free time, please chat with me."
Sasha raised her head slightly.
"...But you have Misha..."
"I'm always happy to talk to you."
After saying that, Sasha immediately smiled. But at the same time, she turned her face away to hide her smile, as if she thought that if she smiled now, it would look selfish.
"...Is that so? Okay, if you insist, I'll reconsider..."
"I insist."
She turned to look at me.
"...OK..."
Trying to contain her joy, she walked to the bed and climbed on.
"Sasha." Misha placed his head on her lap again and reached out to her sister. "Lend me your magic power."
"It would be better if there were magic lines. Wouldn't that be a hindrance?"
Misha shook her head.
"Come here."
Holding Misha's hand and letting her pull her, Sasha sat up.
Misha shook her head.
"Come here."
"Closer. Very close."
"...Uh-huh... Kya-ah!.." Sasha exclaimed in surprise.
Misha gently lifted Anos's head and placed it between her and Sasha's knees.
"Each of us has half."
Misha smiled at her, and Sasha lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Otherwise, your legs will go numb."
"Then there's nothing we can do... Uh... There's nothing we can do..." After saying that, she looked at him with a red face. "...Oh, by the way, I was thinking." Sasha whispered to him. "It's very possible that you weren't in the Militia world in your previous life, but in some deep sea world, right? Is it possible to recall those days? If so, you might also be able to learn about Pablohetar..."
It seemed like she was asking him about the conversation with Misha.
"If I knew I would be reincarnated, I would have left my memories somewhere. Just like my father, Selis, and Idges did in the world of Elenesia."
The magic sphere that the 'Dark Thunder Eye' was sealed in and the Scarlet Bone Spear probably contained not only power but also memories.
We know for sure that the reincarnation using Silica at that time was not complete. So, it is understandable to assume that he was prepared.
"I think it all depends on the exact time I died in my previous life in the silver water sacred ocean. Before the world of Elenesia reincarnated into the world of Militia, the reincarnation order was extremely weak."
"But the world of Militia was created seven hundred million years ago."
"In this silver water sacred ocean, only about fourteen thousand years have passed."
Sasha was confused by this, but Misha explained to her:
"Because the Moon fell to the world of Elenesia fourteen thousand years ago."
"Ah, I see, so that's how it is... Huh? But seven hundred million years have passed since the world of Militia was created..."
"I guess there's a time difference."
"...That is, in one day here on July 7th in Elenesia, for example, in the world of Militas, a year or even more time will have passed?"
"Well, to put it simply, that's true. However, we didn't notice any difference in time between the small worlds we visited and the Militia world. One second here on the seventh Elenesia is the same as that on the Militia world."
Sasha began to look more confused.
"Then what does that mean?"
"Before, for some reason, there was a time difference. Now everything seems to have returned to normal."
For example, it would make sense if in the Militia world, only about seven hundred million years had passed before the time of the silver ocean would stop.
It's impossible to say for sure whether the Militia world would develop faster or whether the other small worlds would stop.
"And this is the third point that worries me."
"Not today." Misha said immediately, making him smile involuntarily.
"But something as trivial as that can't ruin me, right Sasha?"
"I think you better stop thinking that you won't be harmed unless you die."
He chuckled.
It wasn't surprising that they were sisters - they both said almost the same things.
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It seemed that Misha had been taking care of Anos all night. Beside her, Sasha was wrapped in the bedsheets, snoring.
"...I told you to finish while I was asleep."
"Does that bother you?" Misha asked, tilting his head in thought.
He stood up and patted her shoulder as a sign of gratitude.
"Thanks to you, I feel much better."
"It's good to hear that."
Anos got out of bed and drew a magic circle under his body. It rose to his head, and his pajamas instantly transformed into his uniform.
Then he walked out the door and Misha followed.
"It's still early. Get some rest."
"I'm fine."
She had regained her power as a creator goddess and her strength had increased. He didn't think she would have any trouble walking now since she had taken on his fatigue.
"She stayed up too late yesterday. I don't think she can get up normally."
Misha and Anos looked at Sasha, who was snoring.
He guessed she understood what he meant. "Wake up your sister."
"Okay."
"See you later."
After leaving the bedroom, he immediately left the living room.
Guilt stood in front of the door.
The rumor that the Demon Lord Academy had caught the culprit who destroyed Follforal had spread throughout Pablohetar.
The source of this information was the special edition that the Smoldering Death King had been releasing continuously for many days.
The master of the Militia world was not qualified. Because there was a possibility of being sneak attacked by those who disliked the bubble world being in the Six Saints Academy, Shin had proactively stood guard over his room.
His eyes were closed, but he was actually only half-asleep. If he had felt anything strange, he would have immediately drawn his sword.
Noticing Anos's presence, he opened his eyes.
"There was no incident."
"Good job. Rest."
"Yes, my lord."
Shin watched him go and returned to his room.
Anos slowly walked through the palace corridors and reached the park.
His parents had been busy baking bread in the Ocean Breeze school cafeteria since early morning. Eldmaid stood there, devouring the bread while explaining to Naya what the next special would be.
There were no other visitors yet.
In the corner of the park, on a rock, sat a young man staring at his sacred sword.
"Lay." he called to him, and he turned to face Anos.
"Hello, you're early."
"Not as many as me." He said, walking towards Lay.
Lay looked again at the sword of spirits, gods, and humans. He strained his magical eyes and stared into its abyss.
"I can't sleep."
"Oh, why?"
"...Just as we were about to leave Ivezeino, I seemed to hear a voice coming from the sword of the spirits, gods, and humans..."
Anos turned his magical eyes to the sacred sword in Ray's hand.
The amplitude of the magical power fluctuations in his body was a bit large, as if he wanted to release his power, but couldn't.
But he couldn't hear any voice.
- And now?
"I can barely hear what he said."
He listened carefully, but nothing changed.
It must be a voice that only the owner of Evansmana could hear.
"What did he say?"
"I just saw it, but..." Ray listened to the sacred sword and said. "...Help."
"It's obvious."
"When we were in the Militia world, this never happened."
Perhaps, having entered the sacred ocean of silver water and having the chance to use its full power, the sword of spirits, gods, and humans was trying to complain about something?
He hoped this was not a sign of something bad.
"Maybe we should ask Balzarond about this?"
"Maybe you're right."
At that moment, someone's hand covered his eyes from behind, and something soft touched his back.
"Guess who?"
"Eleanor?"
She removed her hand from his eyes.
Anos turned around and saw Eleanor smiling innocently, handing him some bread from a paper bag.
"You guessed right. And here is your reward, the bread of hope."
He took the bread of hope from Eleanor.
"Okay, I have bread for you too, Lay."
"Of course I'm happy, but I can't see anything in front of me."
Zesia covered Lay's eyes from behind him.
"Oh, Zesia! Even Ray would never guess you if you asked him, "guess who-e-e?"
"...Guess who... who-o-o?.."
Ray, who had just heard the correct answer, still decided to obediently play with Zesia.
"Maybe Ennesuone?"
"No... guessed right!.." Zesia replied proudly.
"Then... Zesia?"
"No... guess!.."
There's some unfair play going on.
"As punishment... Ray's bread... will be confiscated by Zesia!"
"Um... Still Zesia?"
"Decided that I'm Zesia... just because I'm... Zesia?"
With these words, she opened her mouth wide and hungrily.
"Don't wake up again, okay?"
Eleanor put the bread in Zesia's mouth. Zesia stuffed the bread into her mouth and started chewing slowly.
"Can I give you a hint?"
"How did you do it?..."
Ray thought about it with a serious expression.
"...Unexpectedly complicated... A code made up of magical symbols... It feels quite ancient..."
"She couldn't speak clearly because of the bread. Zesia, Ray will be very confused, so please eat everything first before giving him a hint."
"I see, - Zesia chewed and swallowed the bread. - A hint... yes... Zesia... even Zesia... brave Zesia... What is this-o-o?"
"Um? Maybe you can give him a few more hints?"
"Everything... is fine!.." Zesia affirmed firmly with a smug look.
Ray smiled contentedly.
But not because he knew the answer, but simply because he couldn't help but smile.
"I give up."
"You see, it seems like this is a bit difficult for him."
Zesia shook her head vigorously.
She ran behind me and pulled my sleeve. I squatted down, and Zesia immediately covered my eyes with her hands.
"...Guess... who-o-o?.."
"Let me think. At this hour, Zesia would never wake up on her own. So this is Zesia, the early riser."
"Oh, right!" Eleanor said in surprise.
Zesia took her hands off my eyes and leaned towards my back.
"Anos... and what did Lay do?.."
"He said that he heard a voice coming from the sword of spirits, gods, and humans."
After saying that, Zesia put her hand on my shoulder and jumped up. Landing in front of Ray, she pressed her ear to Evansmane, as if listening to something.
"That's right, I don't know what he's saying. It seems like the sword of spirits, gods, and humans is asking me for something. If that's the case, I want to fulfill his request."
"Huh? But this is the holy sword used to destroy Arzenon's Lion of Destruction, right? If he asks you to destroy Anos, you'll be in a very difficult situation."
Eleanor raised her index finger.
"Yeah, that's right," Ray said, smiling bitterly.
"...I... heard..."
"Huh?" Eleanor exclaimed in confusion. "Um, but did Zesia hear him?"
Who knows. Zesia has the makings of a hero too. I wouldn't be surprised if she could also hear the voices of spirit swords, gods, and humans...
I suppose we can assume they just happen to be on the same wavelength as this voice.
"And what did he say?"
Zesia said:
"...Girls..."
"Girls?"
Eleanor and Ray looked at each other as if wondering, "Who else are there?"
"...The girls... who get up early..."
Eleanor nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"...They get a reward of... an apple pie..."
"The sword of the spirit, the god, and the human would never say such a thing!!"
Who knows. Zesia also has the qualities of a hero. Anos wouldn't be surprised if she could also hear the voice of the sword of the spirit, the god, and the human...
I suppose we can assume that they just happened to be on the same wavelength as this voice.
"And what did he say?"
Zesia said:
"...Girls..."
"Girls?"
Eleanor and Ray looked at each other as if wondering: "What other girls?"
"...Girls... who woke up early..."
Eleanor nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"...They received a reward of... an apple pie..."
The sword of the spirit, the god, and the human would never say such a thing!!
That was just her wish.
However, Zesia still did not change her extremely serious expression, saying:
"Maybe this way... we can save... the world..."
"No! Absolutely impossible. How can apple pie save the world?"
"He said that... impossible things... and humans... are miracles..."
"Enough! That's not how to ask for apple pie! Where did you learn that idea? If you keep imitating Mr. Eldmaid, you'll grow up to be a spoiled adult!"
The King of Death, who was standing in front of the school cafeteria, gorging on bread, turned to look at us with a worried expression.
Ray and I looked at each other and smiled.
"If this is his wish, then I have nothing more to say."
"You didn't say anything."
Suddenly, the space around Anos began to turn into a black space that stretched to infinity.
He squinted his eyes a little, a few minutes ago, he was still happily chatting with Lay, but now he was inside this strange space.
Anos couldn't sense any magic power, and didn't know who had locked him in here.
But the one who locked him in was quite stupid, he really thought that by locking the Demon King of Violence into this space, he wouldn't be able to escape.
Anos looked at this void space and activated the Demon Eye of Destruction.
The void space began to crack, rays of light penetrated through the cracks, the void space collapsed and revealed a library.
"What is this place." He used his magic eye to look at this library, this library was so vast that it was infinite, with bookshelves stretching endlessly, with each book from each different shelf, he could feel the magic power from them, there were books with very strong magic power, there were books with very low magic power.
"It's quite surprising that you were able to destroy my void space."
Anos turned around and saw...
End of chapter 1