Volu 17, Prologue
Fragnts of mories left behind by the Demon Slayer.
The final monts of the girl who had saved the world, revered as the Sacred Maiden—
"Master..."
"Don't make... that kind of face... Est."
After countless trials and tribulations, mountains of innurable corpses had accumulated on the bloodstained battlefields.
In the end, the body of the maiden who had vanquished the Demon King was turning into a pure spirit crystal.
There was not the slightest shred of surprise in the girl's eyes.
Because she already knew.
That was the only fate awaiting her after fulfilling her mission as the Sacred Maiden.
All contractors of the ultimate sacred sword were dood to an untily end. As such, one could consider it a cursed sword too.
Nevertheless, the girl seed to accept it all, simply smiling serenely.
"It's not... your... fault."
Her fingers, stained with the Demon King's splattered blood, gently caressed Est's silver hair.
However, those fingertips soon turned into hard spirit crystals.
"Farewell, Est... My one and only eternal friend."
"...No... Master... Areishia!!!"
"...Fufu... I'm hearing you say my na for the first ti, you know... I'm so... happy."
Overflowing tears slid across her cheeks, falling on her neck that had already crystallized.
This was her first ti to shed tears ever since she took on her mission as the Sacred Maiden.
"Est... I... I..."
Her facial expression seed to be crying and smiling. The girl's lips slowly fluttered.
"To be honest, I never wanted to be so kind of Sacred Maiden."
These were the final words of the girl known as the Sacred Maiden.
They were a cry from her heart, her innermost thoughts, revealed to her only close friend.
And so, the Demon Slayer sealed her own existence away.
Never again would she allow anyone to enter a contract with a cursed demon sword.
Never again would she allow herself to lose soone precious.
Never again would she open her heart to anyone.
Thus, she solemnly swore.
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