Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

The next day...

Early in the morning, I visited the hills southwest of Midhaze.

I stabbed the 10,000 lightning sword in my hand into the best spot on that hill.

Now I own this sword.

If it wasn't Sin or Ray, you wouldn't be able to pull it out.

"Graham continues to perish"

Heading to the thunderous sword of my father's shapes, I uttered words.

"In the depths of this root, even its nothingness will disappear and taste infinite doom until it reaches true nothingness"

Even now, there is his nothingness deep in my roots, and he is repeatedly annihilated.

"You can't miss his nothingness, even if one day this body will perish. Father, take over from thee, and let us trap that fool in the abyss of hell, at the root of this Voldigord, which my mother risked her life to lay down in this world."

There is no forever.

Either way, it will perish with nothingness.

If that's a mistake and he lives forever without it, my doom goes on forever again.

The nothingness of the man who sank into this abyss of roots, in the end, continues to perish forever.

"I found Emperor Shapus in the dungeon of Etilt Havé."

Faced with my late father, I kept my word.

"Bomilus thought the emperor was worth using, or seemed to have kept him alive. Although it is not yet settled, the Inzuel Empire is also expected to join the Brave Parliament. Azesion seeks a better future in the hands of aspirants for peace"

Another step, the world approached peace.

"Midhaze is calm"

A 10,000 lightning sword pierced the hill.

From its tomb marker, Midhaze can be seen.

"That city is filled with smiles, unlike it was two thousand years ago"

I finally arrived, now that I had nothing to fear from the battle.

At the end of the doom repeated by my father, at the end of a lost and tormented battle, there is that smile.

"Based on a body that can't be counted"

Those who live in this day and age will not be able to imagine.

But that's fine.

"Never again, never forget"

I look back at the past I saw in Chuangxing Area.

"The bravery of the honored knights, who fought for tomorrow, without making a name for themselves in history. Flirted by the fires, neglected by those to protect, but still with a noble back that pierced itself."

I may have gone after it and come this far.

I'll take over the will for peace.

Don't repeat the tragedy.

"The ghost has perished"

At my father's seventeenth visit, I said...

Destroy the ghost, change the rough world, he said.

That is, build an era where there is no need for phantom knights or anything like that.

I guess I was taking it lightly.

I wanted to see the face of my father playing ghost.

I should have believed I could.

There's nothing I can't grasp in this hand.

But as a result, my words forced my father to consolidate his final resolve.

"... did you come to me with my help to defeat Graham then?

Then, if I had spoken a different language, there might have been a future here where the two of us would look at the city side by side.

It doesn't matter how much you think.

That may or may not be true.

Either way, it ended 2,000 years ago.

No need to get lost.

If I hadn't looked forward, I'd be floated.

"I thank my great father with all my heart."

Close your eyes and I'll say a silent prayer.

Sleep in peace.

The words never came out of my throat.

Maybe I wanted to go on for as long as I could.

A gentle morning, with warm winds gently stroking your cheeks.

In a shimmering silence, my gratitude to my father is overflowing.

I remembered Misha's words.

There is no hurry.

You can stay here for a while now, immersed in sentiment.

It seems more peaceful and reassuring to my father.

Though I moaned my ears at the slightest sound of the wind, I was chasing a few memories of my father that Chuang Xing showed me.

I ride in the wind and hear various sounds of peace.

Relieved calm sleep, bouncing footsteps, spilled laughter.

Whatever it is, it was sought by the Knights without a name.

And then...

"Huh!!

This is a wild voice.

"Holy shit!!

Momentum descends and a grated sword cuts the wind.

"Duh, duh, duh!

I couldn't just say a silent prayer to that voice, which I would argue was obnoxious, and I did my gaze.

My father was waving his sword and watching this one.

"... what are you doing in the morning?

"Whoa, Anos. Were you there?"

Dad stabbed his sword and posed conceited.

"That's an odd encounter."

Obviously, you knew.

"Let's hide what, actually, this is my father's routine. Early in the morning, I'm waving my sword here. To sharpen the soul of your forged sword!

Again, Dad pulls out his sword and waves it down.

"First ear, but some day's routine?

"Of course -"

The sword cuts the wind Byuung.

"- Starting today!

I can't say it's routine.

"What do you say, you do what you always do? Hmm?"

"Always?"

I walk to my father.

"You two sharpen the heart of the sword together."

Hmm, the cook's sick.

I mean, we've only been together once in the meantime.

"Here."

My father forced me to hold the sword in my hand.

That's how he walks to the cage where he was rolling on the hill in a light foothold.

"Ahhhh, ahhh..."

My father has a voice for everything he says.

"Oh, no, Anos, you, when you get back, that's it"

My father says, fishing for the sword in the cage.

"What is that?

"No, I don't know. Look, you're not well."

I went straight to the face.

"Do I look that way?

"No, ma, what, if it's your fault, that's fine! No, well, even if it's not my fault, if Anos is okay, fine. Well, a man's got about one or two walls he needs to get over."

Choosing the sword, Dad turned this way.

"I'm not proud of you, Dad, but there were too many walls buried."

I imagined my immobile father in the wall.

Sure, I'm not proud of you.

"What happened to that wall?

He sneered at Nihil's grin.

"It's still buried."

It's like I haven't gotten over it.

"That's not true, life is. But Anos should be able to do it differently from his father. Buried in the wall, I'm sure you'll smash it."

"Sort of."

When he said so, his father laughed.

"Dad. Did you get up early to say that?

"I told you. What a coincidence."

Totally troublesome to dress up for your father.

It's troublesome...

It was strange and I felt clearer than earlier.

"Thanks"

"... hey, what's sudden? No, I'm not. I'm just saying the obvious thing. It's like being thankful."

With that said, my father was very illuminated.

"Well."

"Ooh."

Returning or trying to give back his heel, Dad said.

"Come on, do it!

"... you gonna do it?

"Well, you'll do it."

My father's eyes were serious in themselves.

Hmm. Well, fine.

I'm glad to be with my father, who came worried.

"I'm gonna go for real."

No matter, there's no way I'm really going.

"Just what I want."

My father laughed.

We distance ourselves from each other and set up our swords.

"I have no grudges against you, but I will have you die for peace!

His father put a sword in his right hand and held a 10,000 lightning sword poking at the hill with his left hand.

"My sword is nonchalant to one!

Even if you put more effort into it, naturally, the Devil's Sword will not frighten you.

Though it's helping because I'm the owner, otherwise I'd be shot by purple electricity and ashed.

"... no, whoa, whoa..."

When Dad throws away the sword he had, he tries to pull through the 10,000 lightning sword with both hands.

"... no... no... no..."

It was a natural result.

"- And don't think. This is my plan."

With his hands on a pierced Banzai sword, his father is posing as the wind he was forced to erect.

"Do you care who I am? My name is the king of the sword that destroys me!

Even more forcefully, Dad continued ahead.

Ask him his name the same way, and he'll make a fierce appeal.

Oh, boy, I can't help it.

"Who are you?

As I say, I walk loosely toward my father.

"Huh."

Dad laughed all the time here.

It's not enough to name it, is it?

No.

That face...

Anyway, he just said he was going to put his back on me.

Another pattern?

You're going to attack me with the same words all the way down the road, make a sudden change, and you're not going to let me read your words and actions.

But I'm already used to my father's cook II disease.

No matter how many patterns of dialogue, no matter what kind of strange things they say, they don't move as early as possible.

"No need for a name for a ghost!

For a moment, the voice was heard dabbling with my father two thousand years ago.

It's a common dialogue. It would be a coincidence.

I made further strides saying that I was having trouble with my father's second illness.

"You, the doomed, inscribe this name on your head."

I felt time flowing terribly slowly.

I'm the Knights of Illusion, Captain.

I just listened to my father.

Think of it. In the past of Chuangxing, I could not hear beyond.

"- Kill the Sword King (Mesa Tsunoo) Gardera Hipto!!

Along with his father's dialogue, a thunderous sword broke off the ground in momentum.

In the hands of its original owner, as if it had returned.

"So hey!

Sword wielded thoughtfully on the outside of the intermission.

If I don't mind, the thunder sword struck me straight in the head.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!?

My father screams.

"Shh, I'm sorry, Dad, give me a sight...! It's okay... and you're not bleeding at all... you're sturdy, you..."

Graham said he was dead.

My father, Celis Voldigord, died.

Whoever is beheaded by Zeiron's blood will not perish, but die.

When that power is taken away and neither resuscitation nor reincarnation is available, the roots that remained in the neck are freed.

It will cruise again with the slight consciousness that remains in the detached body, the rare roots, so that, as it were, the roots will rise to heaven and cease.

If there is no resurrection or rebirth, death is equal to doom.

That means dying.

Still, Arcana said it before.

The roots circle.

Change shape, change power, lose memory.

Moreover, my father was here.

By my side, I've been here forever.

"... anos? So, are you okay? Yes, does it hurt?

A grain of tears was falling through my cheeks.

"I remember my father"

My father gave me a serious look and I listened.

"Two thousand years ago, my father, Celis Voldigord, had a deep affection and was even harsh. For the sake of peace, for the sake of my future, my father, who kept fighting like Shura, looked back on his life and moaned."

My father stares gently at me as I nod and start talking abruptly.

"He was just a tough, loving, stupid father,"

How careless it was.

"I shouldn't have let you say that. My father's back spoke to me more eloquently than any other word."

My voice trembled.

"It was my pride."

Squeeze your fists.

"Peace did not come to pass, and the thoughtlessness of my dead father was not pitiful"

Then my father puts his hand on my head.

He hugged me forcefully as I tried to put my shoulders together.

"You were a fine man, Anos' father."

That said, my father gave me an incredible, grown-up look from time to time.

"Dad, I think Anos' father didn't mourn his life at the end, did he?

When asked with a gaze, Father answered.

"Dad's got Anos now, so we kind of get it. Dad, when you die, you don't think about yourself."

"... So what?

"That's about you. I think your father moaned because he thought of you, who can no longer be loved by his father. I mourned your inability to live in peace in the days to come."

My father's words come all the way into my chest.

"... do you?

"Probably..."

After I said it, my father hurried back to say it.

"No, absolutely, absolutely! So it's up to you."

When and seriously, Dad talks.

"Then you must live without mourning my father."

"Ugh. And that, that! I mourned that your father couldn't do it because instead, he would do it to Anos. He talks stupid, he talks about his life, he talks about his cook's second illness!

In an effort to cheer me up, as usual, my father slipped away a little.

"Then your father will be a little relieved in heaven, too."

"Ku......"

Unexpectedly, a small laugh spilled.

"Kuhaha."

"Oh, is that crazy? You laugh so much, that's it. Dad, I'm gonna bury you in the wall of my life again."

"Dad, there's so much to talk about, too. You think my father, who lived as hard as Shura, wanted to do something like his father, who just buried himself in the wall?

Then his father said as if he would even whisper.

"Your father will see. I'm sure your father was buried in the walls of his life just like Shura."

"Kuhaha"

It's a stupid story.

Really, is there something stupid about this?

If that father, who lived tougher than anyone else, had wished to be such a father, there would be nothing stranger and more peaceful.

After a laugh, I said.

"Is it time for my mother to finish her breakfast schedule"

"Whoa, right. Mushroom gratin this morning."

"Why?

"Well, Anos wasn't well."

Is your mother expecting you too?

"All right, let's go home!

My father walks out of the hill with me shouldered.

"Are we staying this way?

"Sometimes it's good. Dad, this is how my son and I wanted to walk shoulder to shoulder."

Oh, boy. You're a helpless father.

"Sometimes."

Dad laughs.

"Oh, no, this sword, what are you going to do? It's not good to bring it."

Dad saw the 10,000 lightning sword in his hand.

"It's my father's vision. My father kept it for me."

"Are you sure? What's so important?

"My father wishes it too"

"Right. I guess."

My father says happily.

I'll take care of it.

Dad shakes my head and strokes it with his shouldered hands.

A little rough on the hand, but I learned a great deal of kindness.

"You've grown, Anos"

As if it were my father two thousand years ago, my father says.

I'm sure he just wanted to say it.

"Not as good as my father yet"

"Ha, ha, ha!

My father laughs happily from the bottom of his heart.

Without magic, we walk slowly down the hill, shouldering as we are.

With such certainty that when this calm, ridiculous, and loving will continue forever.

As the laughter echoed, I remembered the little God of Creation.

The world isn't nice, she said.

If I see you next, I'll make sure I tell you about this.

This world you created is so full of kindness.