Chapter 737: Some Of The Truths Of The World [Part 3]

Ethan often wondered just what kind of battle transpired between the Heroes of the world and the Demon Lord who terrorized it.

And now, he was seeing that battle unfold before his very eyes.

Balors, Shadow Walkers, Demons, Infernal Golems, Abominations, and Fiends from various planes of existence descended upon the land.

A battle like no other erupted, making those who were once enemies become each other's strongest allies.

Ethan watched as Fortis Dud and his Golden Dragon wreaked havoc in the skies, breathing golden flames at the invaders.

On the ground, one of the strongest Weapon Masters of that era, Eileifr Eques, massacred his foes left and right with his swords.

Firmly holding a wand in his hand, Agmundr Schwartz unleashed the strongest dark magics in his arsenal, allowing him to move unhindered on the battlefield.

Svend Terra, alongside his Treant, sent Giants and Golems flying with a wooden club made from the branch of the World Tree.

Magni Jaeger transformed into a Cerberus and breathed fire, ice, and lightning at his enemies, killing them in the dozens. S~eaʀᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

When this battle was over, they would found Brynhildr Academy and train the next generation of Wizards and Witches who would one day protect their world just like they were doing right now.

The Heroes of every race fought back to back, dyeing the battlefield with their blood and their enemy's blood.

It was also then that Ethan saw him.

No. He felt him approach before he even saw him.

From beyond the horizon, a young man riding a giant wave appeared in his vision.

He had long blue hair that fluttered in the wind, and he was holding a trident in his hand.

The Fortress of Caer Arianrhod was near the sea, allowing one of the strongest beings in Midgard to join the battle for the sake of the world's peace.

However, he wasn't alone.

Riding the giant wave with him were the Merefolk and the Nagas, who had come to heed his call.

"Grand Aria!"

The Tidebringer roared, summoning a thunderstorm over the battlefield.

Countless lightning bolts rained down from the sky, illuminating the darkness as if it were daytime.

Thunder sounded like the roars of thousands of lions and dominantly reverberated across the sky, making the Allied Armies shout their war cries as reinforcements arrived to help them in battle.

Ethan's heart beat wildly inside his chest as he saw the person whose blood was flowing inside his veins fight like he was possessed.

The Mermaids, who were in the sea, all unleashed their water spells, dragging their enemies into the sea, where they would drown them.

The Mermen and Nagas stepped foot on land and fought side by side despite being territorial rivals.

The Leviathan, the Krakens, the Sea Serpents, and the other monstrous creatures of the sea also joined the fray. Their attacks made everyone understand that even if the battle was on land, they were beings powerful enough to hold their own stand against enemies that came to invade them from another world.

"Ah, the Tidebringer," Fortis Dud said with a smile. "He's a wonderful lad—kind and very easy to get along with. It's truly a pity that he rejected my proposal to have my daughter marry him.

"By the way Ethan, I recently came to know that my great, great, great, great, great, great, granddaughter is seven years old now. All you need to do is wait ten more years, and we can finish the thing that your ancestors started. What do you think?"

"I think I'll pass." The corner of Ethan's lips twitched, unable to tell whether the Founder of Brynhildr Academy was joking or not.

"A pity you were born too early," Fortis Dud sighed. "But then again, if you were born late, we wouldn't be having this discussion right now."

Ethan ignored the Founder's muttering and simply focused on the battle in front of him.

Although it was chaotic and extremely brutal, he had the strong urge to join the battle and fight to his heart's content.

Such a scene was enough to make anyone's blood boil and stir their determination to fight.

However, since he knew that this was only a memory, he endured this impulse and watched with bated breath as he waited for the outcome of the battle.

After an hour of bloodshed, the crack in the sky started to mend.

The invaders noticed this and understood that time was up, so those who still wished to return to their world retreated.

Only those who couldn't retreat and those who wanted to continue fighting remained.

Half an hour later, the crack in the sky had been sealed up completely, making it look as if nothing had happened.

But if one looked down on the blood-soaked earth, one would see that the brutal and unexpected battle had left big traces.

Balthazar Azael Valentin stood on top of a giant that he had personally killed.

Suddenly, a voice spread in the surroundings, making them look at the sky.

"What you experienced is something that might happen again in the future. If you wish to prevent this from transpiring once more, come to the Lands of Saraqael and protect Midgard from these fiends. I will be waiting for all of you there."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on the battlefield suddenly felt a stream of information pass directly through their minds.

It was instructions for how to get to the Lands of Saraqael and join the fight to protect their world.

"I will leave the lands of Midgard and fight in the Lands of Saraqael," Balthazar declared, making the survivors gaze at him. "The terror of the Demon Lord ends here. All of you may spread the word that I have been killed in battle. I sincerely hope that this will bring all of you some peace of mind.

"I also pledge, on my name and honor, that I will no longer appear in this world unless a similar event were to transpire a second time. Shall any of you still wish to take my life, come to the Lands of Saraqael—I will be waiting for you there."

After making that declaration, Balthazar jumped on the back of his Black Dragon and flew away, disappearing into the horizon.

"True to his word, he was never seen or heard from again," Fortis Dud said. "However, since people need an explanation for the death of their loved ones, everyone who survived on the battlefield spread the word to the world that the Demon Lord had been slain.

"Those who survived were hailed as heroes in their own lands and Kingdoms. My comrades and I even became the celebrated heroes of the Shire Continent. If only you had seen how much they praised and honored us back then, you would have definitely been surprised."

Fortis Dud smiled faintly as he looked at the ruined fortress, which belonged to the Demon Lord, Balthazar.

"It was also because of this incident that we decided to create an academy, which would teach the next generation of Wizards and Witches everything we knew," Fortis Dud stated. "And from those students, we would choose our Champions, if a day came when the Shire Continent would face another threat that could potentially harm its people."

"And you believe that threat is upon us?" Ethan inquired.

"Absolutely," Fortis Dud answered in a heartbeat. "There is no doubt in my mind that these are dark times. While it may not be on the level of the battle that I showed you earlier, it is still a battle that we cannot afford to lose."

The founder of Brynhildr Academy snapped his fingers, making the scenery around them slowly fade away.

"So, please, do your best, Ethan," Fortis Dud said. "I want my granddaughter to live her life in peace without worrying about Monsters roaming around her home, threatening to destroy everyone that she loves."

Ethan nodded. "I'll do my best. So, if you have any treasures that you're not using, feel free to give them to me. I promise to put it to good use."

The corner of Fortis Dud's lips twitched before he looked at the young man from head to foot.

"Dear Lord, it seems that my shamelessness is rubbing off on you," Fortis Dud chuckled. "But, maybe you're right. What's the point of having treasures if they're not put to good use?"

The Founder of Brynhildr Academy chuckled before giving Ethan a playful wink.

"Go find Lyle in the Forbidden Section of the Library," Fortis Dud said. "I gave him the key to where I hid a few of my treasures. Just tell him that I sent you, but he will ask you for a password."

"And that password is?" Ethan asked.

Fortis Dud summoned his hat and tipped it in Ethan's direction.

"Just tell him this," Fortis Dud said. "If it still rains no matter what we do, then we just have to get wet."

Another playful chuckle escaped Fortis Dud's lips as the world around them completely faded away, making Ethan abruptly open his eyes.

Light slowly poured into his room, making him realize that it was already morning.

Joanne was still sleeping—even drooling, in his embrace, giving him the strong urge to chuckle.

But he held it back as he remembered what he and Fortis Dud talked about in his dream.

'I guess I'll drop by the Forbidden Section of the Library later and look for Lyle,' Ethan thought as he gently used the blanket to wipe the drool from his sister's lips.

Joanne's face scrunched a bit, but it eased up after a few seconds.

Today was not a weekday, so they didn't have to worry about classes.

Because of this, he decided to let her sleep a bit more and allow her to dream a happy and peaceful dream.

A dream that was free from Balors, Shadow Walkers, Demons, Infernal Golems, Abominations, and Fiends, who once tried to conquer the world, and had become one of the Hidden Truths of the World.

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A/N: Only one chapter today. I'll take a short break and return to posting regular chapters tomorrow. Thanks everyone for reading.