Before starting the Great Debate, we needed to clearly define what could be counted as a victory for us.
And once again, Griffin’s massive execution ground was used as the stage for the Great Debate.
I was having a conversation with Lucia, who was seated across the table in the waiting room.
“It’s rather perplexing.”
“However, that is the truth.”
She seed quite shocked by the revelation regarding Mul—that he was actually the fallen god Romuleus—but it didn’t seem like she was in disbelief either.
Because she also didn’t think that Mul was a being within our discernnt.
“Hence, we must consider that Holy Power will be ineffective against him.”
I intentionally pointed at the Holy Grail Lucia brought while showing a bitter smile.
I handed it to her after the Clark Republic incident last ti.
“Yes, because, in the end, he’s one of the subjects of Holy Power.”
[This situation is really bleak.]
And it also seed that Stella, who was accompanying Lucia, felt sorry for .
The fact that Holy Power could not be used against their opponent ultimately ant that Lucia and Stella were no different from ordinary civilians.
“And that is not all. Even if we were to fight, ordinary weapons or magic would not cause any harm to him at all.”
Even though I said this calmly, it was sothing that bothered the most.
The reason I knew this was because of my experience in the Dream Demon Manor.
Romuleus, whom I had t in the Dream Demon Manor, did not suffer from any damage unless we were using sothing that was created there.
I still vividly rembered how my magic and Han So’s fist just passed through.
At first, I thought it was a rule of the Dream Demon Manor. However…
There were no such rules in the Dream Demon Manor, and in the first place, Romuleus himself was not a being that was constrained by the Dream Demon Manor.
When I attacked Mul with my magic when he ca to find Aria at the Academy, he did not suffer from any damage nor did he feel any pain.
“Even if he is now a fallen god, a god is still a god. re insignificant creatures like us will never be able to touch him.”
Lucia’s expression darkened at my words. From the perspective of soone who served the gods, a situation like this would certainly not be pleasant.
[Lucia, snap out of it!]
However, Stella, who was beside her, shook her head.
[Do not regard him to be the sa as the gods we serve ]
“Lady Stella.”
[Also, please rember this clearly.]
Stella smiled brightly and declared in an unwavering voice.
[For whose sake we serve the gods.]
It was a statent with implications.
It wasn’t quite appropriate for her, a forr Saintess, to say, but thanks to her firm declaration, Lucia seed to regain her determination.
“That’s right, Lady Stella.”
Lucia nodded with clenched fists. I glanced at Stella, who had helped , and expressed my gratitude with an eye gesture.
“Please stay with Lucia during the debate.”
[Got it.]
For Lucia, who had still not matured as a Saintess, Stella’s presence would be quite helpful.
“So, what do you think can be considered as a win for us? Is it Mul confessing his identity?”
“That will not happen. We just need to expose his vile appearance and reveal the fact that he’s spreading false propaganda.”
[False propaganda?]
I answered Stella’s question with certainty.
“No one, not even a God, can resurrect the dead.”
[…]
“It is the hard-and-fast law, and it is the destiny that has descended upon this continent.”
I had said this before.
“The Gods in this world are not as omnipotent as one might think.”
Even though it might be a bitter truth for the Saintesses to hear, I still needed to articulate it.
Yet, even as this profound truth was laid bare, neither of them wavered.
It was a pressing ti for each to co up with their own answers, but we had to set aside our concerns for now and take action.
There was an announcent from outside.
Upon hearing the voice urging us to take our seats as the debate was about to begin, Lucia rose from her seat.
“I will return to my waiting room for now.”
[See you later.]
Lucia and Stella left, leaving behind Findenai, Owen, and Aria, who were staring at blankly, in the waiting room.
The three of them seed to grasp the situation, but they kept their mouths shut while we were speaking.
anwhile, Deia and Darius had decided to watch from the audience, so they were not in here.
“Jeez, Master Bastard, how are you going to live your life if you need to keep facing these big shots? Are you really going to end up fighting against the world as well later?”
“Stop talking nonsense.”
Sprawled out in her chair with her head resting on the back, Findenai replied while clicking her tongue.
“It’s not entirely wrong, right? Even if we call this chaos, nothing beats this chaotic situation. You have defeated the Demon Lords, overthrown the Republic, and you’re off to fight a fallen god now, huh?”
“…”
Sensing that she had sothing to say, I subtly gazed in her direction.
Realizing that I did turn to look at her, Findenai had a big grin on her face.
“So I will still be beside you every ti, right?”
“…”
“Nothing. I’m just letting you know. After all, I have nowhere else to go.”
It was as if she desired a smoke; she bit her tongue lightly before continuing.
“No matter who you face, I’ll stay by your side forever, Master Bastard.”
I was sowhat relieved by Findenai’s words, urging to fight to my heart’s content without worrying about anything unnecessarily and then return.
Knowing that it was her own manner of encouragent, I accepted it without further comnt.
Now, it was almost ti.
I also got up from my seat and walked towards Owen.
“Soul Whisperer, you will definitely win!”
Owen cheered cutely with fists clenched tightly. However, I had sothing else in mind I wanted from him in this place.
“There will co a ti when you can finally understand the weight and definition of the title ‘Soul Whisperer.’”
“…Pardon?”
It may have seed out of place, but I had been thinking about it for a long ti—The reason I accepted Owen.
“Observe closely. Understand the purpose of this position and how to face the dead.”
“…”
“You are my successor.”
Surprised by those unexpected words, Owen stared at blankly. Feeling that the boy looked sowhat cute, I quickly patted his head and headed towards the entrance.
However, Aria, who was standing right beside him, had a pretty grim expression, and it didn’t look great, perhaps because she thought that I had to fight for the sake of her destiny because of the choice she made.
It wasn’t exactly wrong, but at the sa ti, that didn’t an I didn’t bear any responsibility.
In the end, the reason Romuleus ca to this land was because I had twisted Aria’s fate.
“Aria.”
“Professor…”
“There are clear limits to what I can do for you.”
I could take on her destiny and save this continent in her stead.
However, only Aria herself could break free from the destiny imposed on her, the fate of being a hero.
“What do you an by that…?”
“This is fine with , so just watch . Know the enemy you need to fight against and what you must face.”
Also…
“The key to breaking these chains is already in your hands.”
Tapping her on the shoulder, I stepped outside without giving her a complete answer.
Ultimately, Aria herself needed to take proactive steps to break free from the destiny forced upon her.
As I headed towards the debate hall, I stopped at the entrance, where sunlight stread in.
Standing there was a man clad in a black robe with the emblem of Dante turned inside out.
It was strangely quiet, and the absence of guards or personnel for the event was even more puzzling.
It was easy to identify the cause of all this strangeness.
“I was expecting you to show up.”
Anticipating this, I spoke without much surprise.
I disclosed his identity right away.
“Heralhazard.”
The Leader of Dante—the most despicable Necromancer who had caused a massacre in the Griffin Kingdom 200 years ago and carried the burden of the royal family’s sin, was alive until now.
He was also known as Luaneth Luden Griffin.
As I uttered his na, Luaneth pushed back his hood and stared at .
His white hair cascaded to his golden eyes, which proved his royal lineage.
There was a slight distortion in his facial skin, but he was undeniably good-looking.
His white hair wasn’t as pure and innocent as Mul’s. It felt faded and murky.
However, the hints of the boy I had seen back in the Dream Demon Manor were still present.
“Deus Verdi.”
Luaneth was a bit surprised that I had anticipated his visit and uttered my na with a subtle expression.
“I didn’t expect you to know . Moreover, you were anticipating my visit here?”
“Considering your purpose, it was not that difficult to deduce.”
“…”
Despite his sudden visit to this place, Luaneth furrowed his brow, sensing that my answer had hit him straight at his core.
However, I continued speaking without giving up the initiative.
“Did you think there might be new possibilities if Mul can resurrect the dead?”
“…Yeah, because it could change what I planned to do.”
Dante.
To be precise, Luaneth had only one goal: the salvation of the continent.
In fact, to see the real ending, we must avoid killing Luaneth.
To be precise, he could only be killed after he achieved his goal.
And because Aria had failed to do so in the first round, the continent was destroyed.
A necessary evil—that was how the Necromancer before could be described.
It seed like he had co here with so expectations, but I shook my head.
“There is nothing like that. What Mul demonstrated was not a resurrection but a deception. The dead cannot be brought back to life.”
“…”
Seemingly anticipated that, Luaneth didn’t rebuke it.
After lowering his gaze for a mont, he sighed with regret before changing the subject.
“Then I have no choice but to continue with the plan.”
“Yes, I guess so.”
However…
“I will stop you.”
The thod of salvation he chose was the polar opposite of my convictions.
As I responded with conviction, Luaneth glared at with apparent anguish.
“This continent is already saturated. You know that too, don’t you? There’s no more room for souls to rest.”
Only one outco awaited us after killing Luaneth: the collapse of the boundary between life and death on the continent.
With no more resting places left on the continent for the dead that had accumulated over thousands of years, they could not find eternal rest and eventually, they would simply thrash about.
Those who had beco ghosts did as they pleased since they were already dead, while those who died unfairly rose again, seeking relief from their resentnt.
In the end, the continent beca the land of the dead.
Luaneth had foreseen the future that awaited the continent two hundred years ago, and there was only one thod he chose.
“We can only annihilate all the deceased at rest.”
It was a decisive statent.
It wasn’t sothing a Necromancer who controlled souls would say. After all, a Necromancer without souls was no different from an insignificant mage.
However, Luaneth chose to do that.
“To cleanse the continent, the problem will be solved for the new dead if we annihilate all the souls already at rest.”
“…”
“There’s no other way. So please, help .”
Luaneth slowly stretched out his hand.
It was a touch filled with a pitiful plea, but naturally…
“I refuse.”
I did not take that hand.
“…If we leave things as they are, the continent will perish. We can’t just stand by.”
“Even if they are dead, they are still humans.”
We stood on the sa border.
However, we looked at it with different perspectives.
“After all, there’s no big difference between rest and annihilation! What can we do by leaving lingering attachnts for the dead!”
There were humans who would lose all their lifelong regrets towards the end of their lives.
There were also humans who would live more virtuously once they felt that they were nearing their death.
That was exactly the difference between him and .
“They are what all those who struggled as humans left behind in the end.”
It was like so sort of record.
Just like how we recorded the past in history books, rembered, learned, and grew from the people of that ti, those who entered into eternal rest were the history books of humanity and the library of the continent.
“…”
“I have a way.”
I had pondered over it many tis.
In fact, from the mont I stepped on this continent until now, I had thought more about how to replace Luaneth’s plan than about the ending of the continent.
I had found my answer, but I kept it to myself.
Luaneth’s eyes widened upon hearing everything, and he then bit his lips and shook his head.
“It’s just a desk theory.”
“It may seem like that now.”
“It’s impossible. Sothing like that.”
“However, I will make it possible.”
I had always achieved what seed to be impossible. And I would make it possible this ti as well.
Feeling that any further conversation would be aningless, I walked past Luaneth.
Standing upright, he glared at and said one more thing.
“Thanks for taking care of the Griffin Evil Ghost in my stead.”
“Then…”
I spoke without stopping.
“Help protect Aria in the waiting room. Consider it the price.”
Romuleus was certainly planning to approach Aria in so way.
Leaving Luaneth behind, I headed towards the debate hall, where they awaited .
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