Although the voice was weak, Kazaar recognized it immediately. He quickly ran over and with the help of a strange glowing plant growing in the prison, he saw the figure speaking in the dim light.
"Annie, is that you Annie!?"
Kazaar was answered by a series of rapid breaths. The shadow on the cross in the cell seemed to be trying hard to restrain something. After three or four seconds, it spoke again in a feeble voice:
"...Freya, she... she betrayed us. She framed us, saying we were monsters. Quickly go out... warn the others... don't believe anything the Saintess says...
ugh..."
Annie's words verified Kazaar's previous guess, and the next sentence was even more like a bolt from the blue.
"From the beginning... Freya had been deceiving us... She killed the Hero with cruel means..."
Killed the Hero?
At this moment in the memory, Kazaar was as if he had just woken up from a dream. Everything seemed to make sense now. Why the Hero rarely appeared after the victory, why the Saintess wouldn't let them visit the Hero before, and why the Hero wouldn't stop Freya's actions.
It turned out, it turned out...
"Demons? Could Freya be controlled by the remnants of the demons? Is it an evil demon? How could the Saintess be brainwashed? No, that's impossible..." Kazaar gritted his teeth, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief.
Kazaar could believe anyone being brainwashed by an evil demon.
Except for Freya.
She was the Radiant Saintess.
The embodiment of all purity and goodness in the world. How could it be possible...
Indeed, it was not so.
"No, it's something more terrifying. I can feel it. No one can resist it... It's the collection of all evil. Freya has already... no...
I... I'm also going to..."
The shadow on the cross breathed even more intensely, and even the iron chains binding Annie seemed to be shaking violently.
"The Great Guardian's notes... Freya has been looking for that thing. Maybe it can... ugh, ahhh..."
Before Annie could finish her last words, after a muffled roar, she suddenly fell silent.
"Annie? Annie!?"
Kazaar called out anxiously, but soon there was a response from the other side of the cell.
This time, the response was no longer weak or intermittent, but the tone seemed a bit strange.
"Kazaar, quickly let me out. Let's go defeat Freya together, hurry."
"Save me, Kazaar. Let's escape together!"
In his nervousness, Kazaar's mind might have been muddled at this point. He didn't notice anything unusual at all. He agreed repeatedly, wanting to quickly break open the cell door.
But this time, his usually effective "Knock Spell" was blocked. The fence in front of him, although looking very fragile and made of ordinary materials, was harder than any stone.
"Kazaar, what are you doing? Hurry! Open it quickly!"
It seemed like she was rebuilding human civilization.
But in reality, she was secretly...
She was...
She was making humans degenerate! Kazaar knew he had to stop it.
Even if the Hero was gone.
He had to inherit his will and continue to protect the world.
Right!
I am Malvin's disciple.
The successor of the Great Guardian. I will not be defeated like this.
Kazaar's strong emotional upheaval from a thousand years ago was now being conveyed to Reji through the memory.
Such a firm belief in saving the world seemed to also remind Kazaar of a point he had overlooked.
"Teacher's... notes, right! Annie mentioned this."
Although Kazaar didn't know what use the notes had.
But since Freya was also looking for it, it meant that this item must be extremely important.
Kazaar immediately confirmed his goal.
The subsequent memory images began to become fragmented.
The images in front of Reji's eyes became more and more blurry.
This was not to say that the record was incomplete.
Rather, Reji could feel that it was Kazaar's own consciousness from a thousand years ago, his soul that seemed to have encountered some kind of problem, causing the memory to become blurred as well.
Many scenes flashed by in succession.
Reji tried his best to piece it together. It should be Kazaar going through great difficulties to finally find the other copy of Malvin's notes that had hidden as a relic.
And when the scene turned to the most crucial content in the notes, the memory fluctuated even more intensely, as if hinting at the emotions of the memory's owner at the time, that feeling of complete collapse.
Buzz! The memory image abruptly ended here.
No matter how deep Reji delved, he couldn't find anything. Your adventure continues at m v|l-e'-novelhall.net
But at the end, Reji caught a glimpse of a certain sentence in that notebook, which was also the most memorable one for Kazaar at the time, allowing the blurred memory to be preserved at the end.
It was...
[Wrong...]
[We were all wrong.]
[It turns out the demons are... salvation.]