### Chapter 372
Aria Gramalte.
Hero King, Warrior of Victory, and Reincarnator.
With countless names attributed to her, she sat alone on an island not far from the mainland.
The sea breeze blew, tousling her blonde hair.
Gone was her male disguise, and there she sat by the seaside, all on her lonesome.
Pat-pat—
She heard a pair of footsteps approaching.
Aria slowly turned her head to the side.
Then, she spotted a girl with red hair.
“...Aria-nim.”
The girl calling her name was none other than the Red Witch, Abella, who gazed quietly at Aria.
She had come to this isolated island, and somehow, she had managed to find her.
After a brief glance at her, Aria spoke up.
“What do you want?”
Aria’s voice dripped with disdain directed at Abella.
Despite feeling that rejection, Abella didn’t bat an eyelash and simply looked around, asking,
“What brings you to a place like this, Aria-nim?”
There was nothing on this island.
Aria surely knew that well enough.
“Do you know how shocked I was when you suddenly vanished? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
Hearing that, Aria snorted derisively.
“Shocked, huh?”
Aria turned her gaze back to Abella, holding a contemptuous smile.
“Abella, you know I’m not the Aria you want, right?”
Abella silently stared back at Aria.
Aria knew that the Aria Abella desired was the one from her previous life, her lover.
“I can’t become the Aria you want.”
The memories of reincarnation that the current Aria possessed were nothing but fragments.
She hadn’t reincarnated repeatedly; someone had forcibly implanted those memories into her.
Abella wasn’t oblivious to this fact either.
“Isn’t it about time you let me be?”
Abella had already experienced failure with the current Aria.
So, Aria understood that she was teaming up with Ixion to create something like the God of World Erosion.
Aria had left this alone because Abella was disillusioned with the world through her memories.
This was due to her memories having so many gaps.
If she had retained complete memories, it would have been different.
But now, she was nothing more than a ghost of reincarnation, indifferent to the world.
“Aria-nim, you have to be here for the world...”
“I told you, I’m not the Aria you knew!”
Aria shouted loudly.
Abella fell silent again.
She watched Aria’s departing figure.
That stance seemed like that of a girl wounded by trials, but if one looked at the hand she raised, it was quite the opposite.
“Well, I suppose that’s enough of this.”
And then her polite manner of speaking changed.
Akasha characters began to flow from Abella’s grasp.
This was ancient magic passed down from long ago.
Sensing the magic flow too late, Aria turned her head.
Just then, she saw a blinding light saturating her line of sight and instinctively drew her sword.
Boom!
It was then that Aria realized the entire space of the island was twisting.
In the sky, a clock with its hands distorted emerged.
Aria caught on that Abella had trapped her in this space.
“Abella, you—”
Fierce hostility emerged in Aria’s eyes directed at Abella.
But that didn’t matter to Abella as she rummaged through the space she had opened.
What she pulled out was a small orb.
However, it wasn’t just any ordinary orb.
The Bloodline Theory of the Lagrain family.
The Holy Grail of the Holy Kingdom, Freeman.
The phantasm hidden in the basement of Hardenhartz.
The unique gate and barrier technique of Bioeren.
The pitch-black space of the Black Witch.
Not to mention countless other materials and techniques amalgamated into the Transcendence Stone.
This was what Ixion referred to as the Holy Grail, and she held it up, gazing at Aria.
“What’s that?”
This was something Aria had never seen, despite it being a piece of the reincarnation memories.
Of course, this made sense.
With a firm grip on her sword, Aria began to sprint forward.
At the same time, her figure suddenly split apart.
To be precise, it was an illusion created by bending light.
The illusion dashed straight ahead and leapt toward the seaside.
The red hounds bolted after the illusion.
Meanwhile, Aria continued sprinting with light concentrated in her sword.
Aria’s golden eyes flickered rapidly.
Those golden eyes possessed extraordinary insight.
The Starry Eye.
A special gaze capable of piercing the flow of all forces.
It could easily distinguish even the flow of magic.
‘No matter how great a spell is.’
Ultimately, spells are sustained by power.
There are bound to be gaps in magic that confines a space like this.
And above all, Aria’s light sword had the worst compatibility with magic.
After all, Aria’s light sword could physically slice through magic itself.
‘You think I haven’t killed the Black Witch several times?’
This was a light sword crafted for slicing through the space magic created by the master of space magic, the Black Witch.
There was no way she’d be foolish enough to use space magic when trapping herself.
Aria surged with light and transformed into a radiant flash.
In an instant, she reached the walls of space at the edge of the sea.
With the flow of power distinctly penetrating the space, Aria struck at the wall.
Shink!
The burst of light extended in a straight line, cleaving through the space.
Just as Aria confirmed this, ready to charge through—
Boom!
She suddenly came to a halt as she collided with something.
At that moment, Aria’s eyes spotted another wall of space beyond the one she had just sliced.
It was starkly different from the wall she had just cut.
Aria’s eyes widened in shock.
Since Abella knew about Aria’s sword and her insight, she had purposely set up a double-layered wall of space.
Outsmarted.
Just as that thought crossed Aria’s mind, she heard the sound of barking hounds behind her.
Aria hastily turned around to see the red hounds encircling her.
In addition, Abella was slowly descending from above, perched atop one of the hounds.
“Seems it’s given a fair game of tag.”
Abella said, pointing her staff at Aria.
“Aria, if you cooperate quietly, that’d be great. I don’t particularly wish to hurt you.”
“Is that so?”
After hearing Abella’s words, Aria lowered her sword.
Then, from underneath her feet, she raised a fierce beam of light.
“How unfortunate. I actually want to hurt you.”
When Abella sensed Aria’s hostility, she sighed.
And that’s why she didn’t like talking.
There were too many who don’t get it, even when they do converse.
“Fine then.”
Just then, as Abella prepared to inject magic into her staff to finish off Aria—
Wush!
Out of nowhere, a sword shot out from behind the double-layered wall of space.
Seeing the jet-black sword glow with fiery flames, Abella raised an eyebrow.
“Looks like it’s finally showing up.”
At that moment, Aria, too, turned her head in surprise.
Shink!
As the sword laced with dark flames swung, it cleaved through the space itself.
Boom!
The ground shook.
Pat-pat—
A figure began to walk through the broken wall.
Aria’s eyes gradually widened.
The one who entered was a man with sea-blue hair.
Kraush Balheim.
Now known as the Dragon King, he led the world’s first alliance, Icarus.
He gave Aria a quick glance before shooting daggers at Abella.
“Abella.”
Kraush cracked his knuckles.
“Looks like we’ve got a date. Time for you to take a good beating.”
Kraush charged at Abella.