Velbrok subjugation (14)
Late at night, a simple lab set up on Aken Island.
Sylvania Robester opens the book.
A book that collects the records of Aspect Magic that I have been studying all my life. He was about to finish writing the magic book that was later referred to as the ‘Sage’s Seal’ and was the subject of research.
I will soon lock myself into the prison of time and go to see with my own eyes a dark future.
It will be a long battle against the darkness, but I’m just encouraging myself that I’ll be able to get through it somehow.
I tried to summon a being who could somehow open up a future where all possibilities were closed.
I pursued that possibility with the spirit of catching straw. In a world beyond the distant starlight, I lived my whole life studying the magic of the constellation in order to summon a man who lived through loneliness.
I couldn’t even confirm the results of that effort.
Nothing is certain about how a man will arrive in this world, when he will arrive, whether it will lead to meaningful results...
I am just doing what I am capable of in my current position.
I could only know fragmentary information about the man who observed and looked at the world beyond that distant star.
In a world full of many buildings that soar to the sky, the man who has lived surrounded by mechanical devices is always in danger of life.
Despite the deaths of many colleagues, he did not let go of his own life. Even after experiencing several setbacks and drowning in grief and sorrow, I tried to live the life I was given to the end.
A person who tried to survive to the end despite any setbacks and despair.
So, even if Sylvania is not observable now.
If you come to this world someday, you will survive to the end in one way or another, opening up new possibilities.
So, I’m writing a quill for a man who might appear someday.
Speak with respect to the man who will surely survive and stand at the end of the stage.
The Sage’s Seal, Preface.
At the beginning of the book that contains all of his life, he was slowly writing down the words that were addressed to him.
– ‘You who survived.’
Ed Roth Taylor rises from the wreckage and exclaims. In order to revive a body already covered in blood, evil had to be done.
Even in despair, the will burns. Against the backdrop of the army of spirits filling the sky, a third-rate extra, neither the main character nor anything else, stands up on her feet.
– ‘The end of that long journey where you risked your life at every moment may be very different from what you thought it would be.’
Ed Roth-Taylor rakes his magical energy to the floor, and once again manifests the high wind spirit Merylda. Blood gushed out of his mouth, and a streak of blood flowed from his ear.
Even as she stares straight at Sylvania with her blurred eyes, the giant wind wolf gets up.
Sylvania swallows her breath at the fact that she is somehow familiar with the wolf’s shape.
– ‘What doesn’t change is that you have run through a long journey with difficulty, and in the end you were able to stand proudly at the end.’
Embarrassed Sylvania stumbled. Normally, she would have drawn out her magic in an instant, but an embarrassment that shakes her brain prevents her from thinking.
Ed Roth Taylor uses elemental magic as it is. The wind blade, which is only a basic elemental magic, hits Sylvania’s right arm. A single drop of blood flew through the air.
Sylvania couldn’t believe that she had allowed such basic magic, so she grabbed the wound on her right arm.
Even the waves of high-level magic that covered the sky could not hurt her.
However, just looking at the man standing upright... Sylvania couldn’t stop her trembling pupils.
Perhaps, it was Ed Roth-Taylor who stood in the middle of this all-changing future...
– ‘Are you happy that you survived?’
The memory of the introduction I wrote at the lab on Aken Island, where I was exiled, while looking out the window at the starry sky.
– ‘Or, are you afraid of having to go on living a life of pain and anguish?’
The memories of those days when I fell asleep believing that someday a man who will somehow break through the blocked future will come.
– ‘Have you found a reason for living?’
– ‘Is it a life worth living?’
– ‘What did you gain and what did you lose?’
– ‘What succeeded and what failed?’
– ‘How did the joy when you were happy, the despair when you were disappointed, made you?’
The contents of the letter that I flew to a man in the distant future, thinking that I will survive until the end, are engraved in my mind.
The man survived.
I survived and reached the end of the stage.
The journey was long, arduous and arduous.
Nevertheless, he never accepted death.
– ‘Why on earth do we continue to live our lives so obsessed with this life that will all become futile when it’s over?’
Tailey, Isla, and Ziggs leave the Ophelis with Elvira.
Friede takes flight, looks towards the square where Glaskan is running rampant, and runs away.
Supporting Belle Maia thinks as she lets them go. Please let them be safe. May you endure to the end and survive to end that calamity.
– ‘What is the reason for trying to change that journey in vain in a life that has a fixed end?’
The swordmaster Clevius pierces through the monsters and arrives at the square. Having slaughtered hundreds of monsters alone, he rushes into the plaza, led by the madness that rises drunk with blood.
Dyke, who was following him, clenched his fists and ran. The students of the Combat Team also run towards the battlefield, subduing the monsters that Clevius could not handle.
– ‘Why do we struggle in vain to survive?’
Lortel Keheln joins the battlefield with a horde of merchants and mercenaries. He cuts through the flying demon tribe, and advances to the square with his magical powers.
When they encountered a group of knights of St. Claris’s Cathedral approaching from the other side, they just nod their heads to communicate, then join forces and run towards the square.
– ‘This book is a record of anguish about the answer.’
Princess Phenia and Princess Selaha are separated.
Penia is looking at Velbrok, and Selah is supporting the emperor.
Those who want to end the situation, and those who want to protect the safety of the emperor.
The two people’s values were clearly different, but I couldn’t pick one and say it was an incorrect answer.
However, the man shook his head, clenched his teeth, and lowered the muzzle. She somehow resurrects from the battlefield and returns to her unit.
You are put into another battlefield, meet new allies, build friendships, and watch them die.
Sometimes it saves a colleague, sometimes it doesn’t. Some die, some live.
At the border between life and death, a man somehow continues his life.
So, the man eventually survived the waves of war.
He made a breakthrough and was praised for his work, but the feeling in the thigh that was hit by the bullet never returned.
Returning to society as a wounded soldier, he is commanded to spend the rest of his life in the arms of his peaceful homeland.
For him, who has lived his life under gunshots, he was not used to the city of his home country full of towering buildings and people intoxicated with peace.
When you fall asleep in a peaceful city dwelling, the faces of your dead companions rise over your eyelids.
I wake up in the morning and go out to the living room, drink cold water, and tolerate the nausea that is just rising.
For so long he hallucinates and suffers, but he somehow manages to survive the long, dark night.
If you hold on like that, the morning sun will rise.
The light of dawn shines through the window of a small officetel building.
Even if the dark night is long, the morning will surely come.
The man reads a book.
Sit by the window and listen to music
Drink coffee
Have a pleasant conversation with the surviving comrades.
Do rehabilitation exercises.
Clean the room
Play a game.
Open the window to ventilate.
I provide food to my puppies.
I take a shower.
Change clothes
Assemble new furniture.
Repair a broken vacuum.
Check your mail.
Eat roughly cooked rice.
Occasionally, he remembers a time when he put a gun to his head in the rain forest.
Thinking of the gun that was barely lowered, the man is immersed in contemplation. I don’t know why, but he didn’t end his life, even though he didn’t see any reason to live.
Not much has changed in my life since then.
No life was turned upside down, nor did all the troubles I had to live with like a chronic illness were resolved.
Just like that, life went on.
So, I just lived a continuous life.
Then the man realizes.
The peace that only feels uncomfortable, like wearing clothes that don’t fit, you get used to and naturally enjoy it.
I was able to get a good night’s sleep even when there were no gunshots all day long.
Even the dead comrades who shuddered when they closed their eyes were recalled as smiling comfortably.
It didn’t change that much overnight, but at some point when you come to your senses, it’s like that.
That’s what it was like to live.
– Boo-wook!
Ed Roth Taylor’s dagger cuts into Sylvania’s opposite shoulder.
Even if Ed Roth-Taylor is dying, it is not easy for Sylvania, a dwarf of her stature, to block a dagger that carries weight and pushes it away.
Sylvania slowly opens her mouth, pushing the blade of the dagger that is drawn into the wound little by little.
“You know.”
Ed’s eyes widened at that surprisingly refreshing voice and he looked at Sylvania.
Since when?
The light of reason shines in his mad eyes. Ed’s blood dripping down his white cheeks, dripping as it is and heading to the floor.
Stuck in the dark, a question I’ve asked myself countless times while sailing on a long journey.
I am afraid to hear the answer, so I give the words to Ed.
“Did I live a worthy life?”
A life where I lived with my head up until the end, among those who bowed their heads saying it was just a meaningless struggle. Was it worth it?
Ed Roth-Taylor keeps his eyes down and tries to say something to Sylvania.
No matter what happens, the moment I put it out of my mouth, it seems like it will just become a word of mouth.
Ed Roth-Taylor neither smiles nor cries, and as always, with an expressionless face...
I just nodded slowly.
On that small affirmation alone, Sylvania Robester closed her eyes and wept.
The power is released from Ed’s hand holding the dagger.
Slowly, Ed was losing consciousness.
Velbrok’s roar covered the sky once more, and magic cannons swept across Aken Island.
The power that stretched across the western coastline with the momentum to destroy the island... The aftermath reached even to the entrance plaza, where the battle was in full swing.
Ed was also almost swept away by the aftermath, but magical powers surge around Sylvania and Ed in an instant.
The two men, covered by the high-ranking magic ‘space curtain’, were able to escape the shock safely.