Ivan has nightmares every night. Although there were days without dreams, there were never days without nightmares. He has lived this way for 30 years.
According to his experiences, the subject of the nightmares has changed every ti. A representative nightmare from his childhood would be the dream of dying in this primitive world in a pathetic old age.
Ending his life frozen with cold, starving, and without experiencing any culture from his holand, collapsing as a miserable peasant.
If that was the form of early nightmares, during his military service, it was different.
Dying comrades, the burning Prichenkaya, demons revealing their red eyes and wielding blades deep inside the coniferous forest.
Under the broken flag of Krasilov, wandering while holding onto burnt corpses on the devastated and burning soil of this country, he often dread.
And when his long military service ended, his nightmares beca fixated on one scene.
“Lieutenant Colonel, live long. Co as late as possible. If you co quickly, there will be an insurrection.”
The hot blood warming the back of his neck.
The woman’s body weighing lighter and lighter on his back.
In the pouring rain, her cold, long hair clung to his cheek.
The last breath scattered chillingly in his ear.
“Please.”
Ivan grabbed the sleeve of the responsible priest and collapsed. He begged to treat the wound that wouldn’t heal no matter how much healing potion was poured.
The priest closed the lifeless eyes of the woman he carried on his back and made the sign of the cross over her.
He vividly rembers still.
He hasn’t forgotten even for a single mont.
Every night, the emotions of that ti writhed in his old scars and constricted his heart.
“Sergei, Nikolai, Polina, Anna, Valeria, Alina, Leonid, Visali, Sasha, Anatoly, Yuliya, Victoria, Kserinya, Yelchina, Roman, Artem…”
He rembers the faces, families, personalities, voices, hobbies, and favorite things of everyone who perished before Abiditas.
Every night, he crumbles as he ponders all the comrades who died.
As a dedication of flowers for the deceased, he takes in and feeds the war orphans.
Instead, as he carries apologies for the dead, even when leaning on the sofa for a mont of dozing off to supplent the minimum sleep.
“Lieutenant Colonel.”
In the dark night, when he opens his eyes covered in cold sweat, the faces he always sees are.
Reflections of silhouettes visible in the night window, the faces reflected in a mirror reflecting the swaying curtains.
“Live long.”
They are not blaming him.
They always smile at him, just repeating the sa words.
“Chernovika.”
She liked roses.
It was thanks to Kim Sun-woo’s small courage that he found out. That strong woman, who used to smile even when her abdon was torn by Taurus, shed tears for the first ti when she received roses from Kim Sun-woo.
So Ivan whispered as he sat back on the sofa, sharpening his axe during the remainder of the night.
“Sergei, Nikolai, Polina, Anna…”
Even if wounds heal, scars do not disappear.
People may fade away, but mories do not vanish.
Even when all motivation is lost and twilight falls, this emotion—this alone will never fade away.
“Alexander…”
He rembers the young man’s red smile as he stamped the order.
– Skug… Skak…
With a sharpness that could split the dust resting on the day into two, he continued chanically pushing and dryly whispering.
“She liked roses.”
Not anymore.
Krasilov is on the brink of civil war, and there is no system left to endure the next war. The economy of this country is extrely poor, winter is threatening, and it has just begun rehabilitation.
Princess Elizaveta is fighting a tough battle. If he assassinates the crown prince, the military governnt will move imdiately. Then, can a princess, who has rely grasped the counterintelligence command, really revive the kingdom?
If another civil war breaks out, this nation will inevitably perish. And that would be an insult to all the heroes who died for the future of this country.
The great king and countless comrades who gave themselves without reserve would not want that.
He endures. He has endured. Is not endurance one of the things he is most confident in?
Suk, suk. Skug. In the deep night, pushing the sharpening stone against the axe blade, Ivan whispered the nas of his comrades.
That ti has passed for about four years.
There were days when he did not dream, but there has never been a day without dreams that were not nightmares.
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EP 31. Rembers.
It is raining flower petals in Ydranhill. The sky was opening with a warm breeze.
A gigantic tree that crushed the Eternal Palace was slowly dispersing. A magical beast ford from magical beasts was slowly scattering.
The corpses of magical beasts fragnted and transford into mana. The condensed and twisted mana dispersed in the wind and sublimated into petals.
While orchestrating all those miracles, Elpheira slowly smiled.
“Yes, Father. I love you too.”
I loved you.
A warm breeze tousled her hair. A single petal fell onto her pristine nose. It was so ticklish.
“Ugh….”
Elpheira wept with her head bowed.
*
Ivan felt the divine power ebbing away.
He wielded all the weapons thrown at him by the survivors of the Swordsmanship and Cleanup Unit until they turned to dust. Sucking the divinity from the shard of God and converting it back into an offensive.
As a result, the queen was crumbling before his eyes.
Gazing at the rising east with her hands trembling, she flailed around.
“The shadow of God is fading. I can finally see the world… opening…”
Slowly, the queen knelt down. The milestone ca to a stop. The ancient artifact that had endured for thousands of years finally ceased to pulse.
Divinity was escaping from the queen’s body. As her divine power surged from her shoulder blades like wings, it scattered like scales beyond the sky.
The queen gazed at her trembling hands. From the tips of her fingers, they were slowly turning to dust and crumbling away.
“I express my gratitude to you…”
Ivan lifted his head at her words. However, the queen was not looking at him.
She was whispering towards his back.
“I will not forget Your Majesty’s sacrifice.”
“O Astronor of the Queen, can you now see the auspicious day…?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. The entire sky is auspicious.”
“I see. Then it’s settled.”
Even in the overwhelming lethargy, where moving a single finger was difficult, Ivan raised his head. Beside him, kneeling on one knee, stood a robed man.
From beneath the hood blown back by the wind, radiant golden hair swayed like fields of wheat. Protruding ears playfully poked up towards the sky.
Green eyes looked down on him.
“Veolgrin.”
“Our hunting dog. You’ve done well.”
“You are… alive.”
“Still am.”
Veolgrin smiled faintly.
“Do not hold any grievances against Your Majesty. She is one who willingly gave her body to complete the vessel of God.”
“I do not resent her.”
Ivan shook his head. He had never hated an enemy rely for being an enemy. He only fought out of necessity.
At his words, the queen chuckled softly.
“Guest, though we were all puppets held by the Astronor, now that the ga is over…”
The queen looked up at the sky and then lowered her head.
“May the goddess bless you. You, the savior of our people. Do not kneel before any king, not even one among them.”
With those words, she scattered into dust. It felt as if the last trace of the deity was fading away.
“…I needed a soul capable of maintaining itself amidst the malice of the gods. Even if they had lost their reason due to that dreadful distortion, soone who could die as a human in their final monts. Such souls are few and far between in this world.”
Veolgrin grasped a handful of the queen’s dust that was carried by the wind and briefly paid his respects.
He then scattered the dust towards the distant sea of Ydranhill and spoke.
“Would you be willing to yield the right to na?”
“Hmm.”
“Eternal Senas Geor. It signifies ‘winter that lasts for eons’ in our people’s tongue.”
“That sounds good.”
“The concept I was in charge of was appetite. I was the god of gluttony.”
“I see.”
“And I will take the blessing.”
Veolgrin looked at Ivan with a gentle smile.
“There will certainly be effects, though they won’t last forever at least.”
“Hmm.”
“May I ask you to take care of my daughter? She has also contributed to this matter, and in such an ambiguous situation, her influence cannot be negligible. Now that child is alone.”
No one can prepare als for her either, so just make sure my daughter doesn’t go hungry.
Veolgrin was gradually fading away. Ivan watched that sight and tightly closed his eyes while nodding.
“I will do so.”
“Help Patricia.”
“Understood.”
“I’m sorry. I have asked many things. There are things I couldn’t accomplish, but now that ti is short, there’s nothing that can be done.”
“Hmm.”
A calm conversation continued.
Ivan nodded in response every ti, pretending as if it didn’t matter at all.
Seeing that, Veolgrin moved his nearly vanished lips and smiled warmly.
“Really, I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“The things you have to do… will be more difficult than what you have done. I should have helped you more… I’ve always ended up owing you since those days.”
“It’s my duty.”
“Haha… Hahaha… Is it your duty? You are an outsider from another world. Truly, many will owe you a debt.”
Veolgrin asked quietly.
“No one will understand your dedication.”
“It’s alright.”
“Your achievents will scatter without any honor.”
“I’m used to it.”
“At the end of this journey, you will never be able to close your eyes peacefully.”
“I see.”
The observatory asked him one last ti.
“Even so, will you keep moving forward? Is that possible?”
“I’ve tried.”
At Ivan’s response, Veolgrin let out a hollow laugh and washed his face with cold water.
He nodded and looked up at the sky.
“Really… thank you, Ivan. I’m feeling a bit tired now. I wish we could have spent more ti together. I’m sorry.”
“…Rest….”
Ivan, who had been closing his eyes, replied with a cracked voice.
“Rest easy.”
My long-ti friend.
When he raised his head again, the man was gone without a trace.
Only the clear sky was visible, and on the toppled spire of the Eternal Palace, he was the only one left.
Slowly counting to five while sitting with his head down, Ivan, however, straightened up and stood up.
He gripped tightly onto a half-broken longsword with an unknown master.
*
Mana returned.
The elves heading towards the Eternal Palace slowly adjusted their posture, gazing at the scattering shadows of the Evil God.
Twelve societies were gathering at Ydranhill. Since all elves were essentially political beings, the ti of arrival at Ydranhill did not vary greatly.
Hundreds of ships crowded the waters near Ydranhill, and the airborne warships began to rise again, gliding through the sky.
Holding high the emblems and standards of their societies, the mbers of the Privy Council began to assemble at the port.
Now, there are no gods. The milestone has stopped, and winter has ended, giving way to spring.
The aning of the milestone ceasing, which had promised eternal prosperity, was clear.
It ant that the elves could now engage in a ‘civil war’ against each other.
Since all forces constraining their prosperity had been forcibly removed.
War was rely an extension of politics.
The next throne, the Privy Council that would gather again, and the nurous vested interests held by the dead are to be acquired through such ‘radical’ politics.
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