1039: Side - Fannabelta
My na is Fannabelta.
I serve the great Dragon King, Trisgistus-sama, as his most loyal retainer and right-hand woman.
Ah, my poor liege.
Trisgistus-sama always put on a troubled smile as he worked for his kinsman. He could not bring himself to abandon the foolish dragonkin who mistook honor for arrogance.
Since he always disliked fighting, all of those fools looked down on Trisgistus-sama with disdain. They did not even try to hide their attitude.
Yet the mont they found out about his prowess as an alchemist, they had to gall to act as if he was a close friend.
Shaless, greedy, and shallow. Completely incompetent outside of combat. Such was the nature of dragonkin. My liege was a rare breed among them. The only exception.
I advised him many tis to abandon those imbeciles and depart this land, but he never accepted my plea.
Because he was the king, and the king was to work for the good of his people……
Even this position of king was forced upon him by the dragonkin. Trisgistus-sama desired nothing more than researching in quiet peace, so they bound him to the nation to utilize his brilliance.
My liege was nothing if not earnest. He could not refuse anything if it was for the sake of his citizens. Thus was the fate of those born as a royal golden dragonkin, or so he always said.
And so my liege found himself babysitting those useless simpletons, spreading revolutionary magical tools throughout the nation all the while.
A tool for maintaining the temperature of a room. A tool for cleansing their scales in an instant. A tool for preserving food.
Their lives grew more convenient, but the desires of the dragonkin knew no bounds. Once satisfied with their food, clothing, and shelter, the next step was war.
They urged my liege to create magical tools useful on the battlefield. A spyglass tool, an earth excavation tool, a wall construction tool.
Their demands escalated with each passing day, and my liege solved everything with his genius mind and devotion to research.
So called this period as the Golden Age of Dragonkin, but such could be nothing further from the truth. It was their most despicable era, in which my liege carried the endless desires of the foolish dragonkin on his back alone.
This was also the age in which my liege began participating in war himself. The dragonkin forced him to fight. Despite relying on him for everything else, they still made up so ridiculous excuse about him being useless if he couldn’t defeat enemies.
I followed him there as well, piling up mountains of corpses. It must have been around this ti when I gained those nicknas. The Cold-Blooded Witch, the Massacre Swordswoman, the Golden King’s Shadow.
But regardless of my achievents, I was still an elf. Elves were rely servants to the dragonkin in the Gordicia of old. Those dragonkin bastards never accepted standing next to their king.
They tried everything to tear from my liege, harassing in every manner possible. I was occasionally even separated from him on the battlefield, putting in great danger.
Well, all the dragonkin making false reports t a terrible fate. First, I froze half their bodies. Then I gradually peeled off their scales over a week’s ti, ensuring they died slow and painful deaths as an example. I still rember that fondly.
But this did nothing to end the harassnt. The more influential dragonkin would stop at nothing to have their daughters in my liege’s bedchamber, and they thought I was the obstacle standing in the way.
Such nonsense. The relationship between Trisgistus-sama and I was nowhere near as feeble as a romantic one. I only felt pure loyalty, not the convenient misunderstanding of survival instincts known as “love” or “lust”.
No matter what might happen, my unwavering loyalty would always be the only thing driving . If my liege must take a queen consort, I shall welco her. Yet these imbeciles did not seem to understand that. I’ve always hated buffoons only capable of viewing things distorted by their own foolishness.
Then, that fateful day ca. I fell under attack by several dragonkin and found myself mortally wounded. It seems they had a life dragonkin among their ranks, so healing magic had no effect on my injuries.
As a result, I beco the test subject of a certain research project. The creation of Intelligence Weapons.
This research was originally intended to create a sword with an implanted artificial soul, capable of giving advice and serving its wielder on the battlefield. However, we shifted to incorporating a living person once when we were unable to create a satisfactory product……
After several experints with slaves, we discovered the minds of these swords always breaking down. Putting the soul of a man into the body of a sword proved more difficult than we imagined.
But I could not allow myself to die. I needed to remain at Trisgistus-sama’s side and continue serving him forever.
The experint was a success. I had sohow acquired the Devotion skill, which seed to revitalize my mind and prevent from going crazy.
But this state wasn’t perfect. Little by little, I could feel my mind giving way. I needed to make Trisgistus-sama’s position unassailable while I was still sane.
Trisgistus-sama noticed my condition too. He also thought to create a grand achievent capable of silencing the dragonkin before my eventual descent into madness.
The result was that tragedy.
In hindsight, I must say that we went too far. I should have been the one to advise him against it, but instead I encouraged him. My judgnt was undoubtedly clouded by my transformation into a sword.
But the real tragedy for ca later.
Trisgistus-sama beca an immortal sinner, locked into an eternal battle with his creation, the Abyss Eater. This was my liege’s punishnt for causing that tragedy, and I was given the role of seeing it through.
My Devotion skill evolved into Eternal Loyalty, making an eternal existence as well.
However, watching my liege’s gradual descent over the ages was nothing short of torture.
「Fannabelta. Thank you for everything today. Let us continue doing our best tomorrow.」
『Please leave it to .』
「I will. I am so glad that you stayed with .」
「Fannabelta. Ti to go. Show your strength once more.」
『Yes my liege! Let’s keep up the good work.』
「Indeed, we shall.」
「Fannabelta. It is ti.」
『My liege, please try not to push yourself too hard.』
「Very well.」
Our conversations beca fewer in number. The emotions faded from his words. The expression vanished from his face. The prison of ti proved to be more cruel and terrible than any mortal can imagine.
Yet my loyalty remained strong. I will continue supporting him until the bitter end. Or so I thought, until that incident changed .
The battle with a divine sword wielder controlling poison and demons. It seems that man was sohow foolish enough to go after Trisgistus-sama’s immortality. The buffoon had no clue how terrifying an eternity could truly be.
He must have thought Original Sin Envy was powerful enough to steal Trisgistus’ immortality, but of course, it was powerless to overturn a divine punishnt.
As a result, he set his sights on my skill instead. Though not full immortality, it might beco a starting point. Thus, he stole Eternal Loyalty.
This skill forces you to swear your allegiance to another, so I have to wonder what happened to that man. I was already sworn to serve Trisgistus-sama, so that proved no issue to ……
Whatever, why should I care about that simpleton anymore? In exchange for losing Eternal Loyalty, the trade forced Original Sin Envy on .
It was then that my darkest days started. I couldn’t believe my lack of control over my own thoughts. Moreover, I stopped feeling discomfort as the skill took over.
I wanted nothing less than to end my wretched and incompetent self. Gradually, even these thoughts were overwritten with jealousy, and pushed deep into the recesses of my mind.
And then, the final mont.
『Trisgistus-sama! Put your mana on the blade! Please! At this rate――』
My ugly screams echoed through the air. But soon enough, those emotions faded away.
『GRAAAAAAAAH!』
As I felt myself getting devoured, the balance was restored to my mind. I suppose my impending destruction reduced the impact of Original Sin Envy on .
Ah, my liege. Thank you so much. Now I can finally disappear…… But will you truly be fine without ? My only worry is if that fake Intelligence Weapon will be able to support you.
anwhile, sothing was flowing into my fading consciousness. Could these be that sword’s mories? A journey with a girl. Intense, joyous, and filled with hope.
So disgusting and…… envious……
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