Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

The black dragon returning to the sky has no eyes, and the red jade eyes that capture me remind me of my encounter in the dungeon.

Approximately a year since that day.

I kept following him without appearance, without the day I forgot about Maris.

That's how we were supposed to face each other again. This is the last place Father was supposed to let his name be bombarded as a brave man. Coincidence, no way.

Maris slowly opens her mouth to affirm my idea of that.

"Do you know what kind of place this is?

Maris, who asks so, seemed the same.

But my heart has been twitching since I put that figure in my sight. What a name this unspoken emotion that springs from within your body should be.

I answer Maris' questions, wondering if his father was like this when he stood in the land, to the sensation of exaltation, agitation, joy, anxiety, or all that whirlpool.

"It must be where the feared demon king was defeated by the brave thunderbolt spear, called the king of worms?

"Exactly. By travelling to crusade his demon king, the brave man and the Virgin of Thunder Spear deepened their bond and were united with their merits. If you think about it, this is where you were born."

Maris nodded satisfactorily when she told him so, then dropped her gaze at the holy knife on my hips and narrowed her eyes. There was no expression in his face, and he could not guess and measure Maris' chest.

This is where I was born...

Look out into the wilderness, where there is none but me and Maris, and think about the meaning of the word.

Given that Father and Mother met each other during the Demon King's crusade, and thought of each other as they journeyed, and with that feat they took the Virgin out of the Great Temple and married her, it is also considered the place that inspired me to be born, as Maris put it. But what's the point of bothering to tell me that and making me understand why you chose this place?

In order to know that, I need to exchange words with Maris for a while longer.

"Is that why you called me here?

"That's right. Loved by this world, laid down on the basis of the cause of the brave and the demonic king. It's the right place to start, the right place to ask you."

Apparently, he wants to ask me something.

No, now Maris said 'loved by this world'. I guess that means more to those who [bless the world] than to me. Or maybe [Brave Man] needs something because he cared about the Holy Knife.

Either way, there's nothing you can answer for me...

The blessings of the world make it easier for you to lend the power of the gods and spirits, there is only a strengthening of the foundational status, and my awareness as a brave man is now one that I have just gained the Holy Knife. I caught a glimpse of what looks like a memory of the world when I got the Holy Knife, but that's all. I have not gained any special knowledge, nor can I ask the gods because I do not have the skills to give a divine gift like my mother or the Great Goddess.

The brave and the demon king said it was bound to be a tour, and Maris should know so much more about it than I do.

In that evidence, Maris slams information that I don't know.

"If [the brave] are the light of hope and the one who brings signs of prosperity, [the demon king] is the son of destruction and the one who announces the end of his life. By singing glory so that brave men and demon kings may be replaced, this world will be regenerating and destroying repeatedly. It should be called a kind of purifying action… but the necessity of the act is in the realm only the gods can understand. The matter is wrong, not least I am not interested"

Then what are you interested in?

It seems that feeling was on her face, and Maris looks at me and squeals her throat small.

"I don't know what you're going to do, you look like that."

"... oh. I don't know what you want all the time. What the hell are you looking for and where are you going?

Maris, hearing my words, raised her mouth slightly and narrowed her eyes. The face looks like a gentle smile and I find myself under the illusion that someone is grabbing my throat by the circumstances and the disproportionate look on my face.

"That's what I'm here to ask you."

The wind blowing through me and Maris grabs my hair.

This was followed by a dialogue that Maris had spoken of as earthen smoke rose from the dry earth, staring back at the red balls that would not be diverted.

- What the hell does Maris expect from me?

I realize the breathlessness that I felt when I went through my brain.

Maris' gaze is so heavily anticipated that she's about to be crushed, the same as her parents, her grandfather, Her Highness Gray, and the people around her who were turning to me as a young man. Of course I have no reason to know why I can point something like that at Maris. I waited for the wind to stop blocking the conversation as I calmed down my rough chest so much that if I distracted myself, I would question him sooner rather than later.

"- You know what? Doyle von Aginis, on the other side of the mountains beyond Fortraith and the kingdoms of the Beasts, that Marnagarm and Arakune, which you have spoken of, coexist with the subpeoples."

The wind stops and breathes in that information brought about with the resumption of the conversation.

The other side of the mountain range where there is the land of dragons is an unknown realm for humans. The elves also lived there. They say there are nations of a race called Dwarves, halflings, demons who looked very similar to people, but no one has studied them in detail because they are a harsh land for humans, and they have only uncertain knowledge that sums up what they have heard from the heritage and the subhumans who show their faces here.

Therefore, I could not smile at Maris' words as lies, and I felt unspeakable emotions spread across my chest.

"By vowing not to devour your companions, the Marnagarm flock was accepted in the country of halfling and elsewhere as one means of movement, and the Arakunes, who blossomed their gifts of clothing, have built a country of numerous harems, and the same species as the king of Mukade your father has fought for, plays a part in equalizing the land in each country"

Listening to Maris' words, I floated in my back of my brain, Arakune's fury waving a trident spear when I dreamed of the roar of Marnagarm and the glory of the clan, which devoured this throat and stripped my fangs.

No matter how many times you look back at fighting Marnagarm and Arakune, the end of your choices remains the same. Beyond the magesta crisis at the end of their prosperity, I will surely go and take their lives to protect myself and what is important.

There is no regret there, no pity for their lives. Because I was the one who lost everything if I made a mistake.

But the fact that they too could have lived in peace if they had not been born among the nations of man drops a drop of doubt as to whether my actions were truly right with that will, which should have been consolidated, and the guilt spreads.

"They all eat humans and subhuman beings, but they also eat non-native warcraft as bait. Using unspoken warcraft as a staple food allowed us to coexist and prosper with other species."

I remembered Astra's advice that I shouldn't listen much to the words of the devil in my wavering own emotions, but there's no way I can come this far and block my ears. As I concentrated on not missing that voice that speaks about the unknown world with a gushing lust for knowledge pushing in a glimmer of fear, a change came to Maris' tone all the time.

"But we can't do that - you know why, don't you?

I thought the previous words were accusations against me for slashing Marnagarm and Arakune without thinking about coexistence, but I reconsider Maris' questioning. And I don't know if it was out of envy for other species that served coexistence and co-prosperity, or anger that it was born into an unfulfilled clan, but I thought this was the point spinning with a slightly caged voice, and I set myself up.

But there is no further change in Maris, and I'm confused when she tells me that the conclusion is still ahead of her when she tries to speak again without waiting for this reply.

"Our joy is the sorrow of others, because the misfortune of others is our happiness. In other words, it is synonymous that joining hands with other races is spoiled by raw things that will never be fulfilled for our clan. Therefore, their forefathers chose to wreak havoc upon the nations where other races lived, and to satisfy their own desires. I still had all the power I could. But he failed, and lost the mighty. Because of that loss of fighting power, the compatriots who live now want a calm end. That was never because I mourned the tragedies of the past. I'm just talking about beauty to protect my heart from the reality that I just have to give up my filled life. If the compatriots who live today had the power to overwhelm others, they would have chosen the same way of life as their ancestors. As humans and numerous races know the history of bloodshed in the past, but still repeat the battle."

Do you want to affirm that you will ravage others, that you are lamenting the current state of the clan without trying to fight, or do you come to a completely different conclusion? From what I'm told pale, I couldn't imagine what the hell Maris was trying to tell me.

But the answer comes suddenly.

"I don't consider repeated mistakes stupid. Plants, animals, warcraft, humans, subhumans, we're the same. It must also make sense to shed contested blood, because everything that lives and lives in this world was founded on the foundation that you aspire to the prosperity of your species. But the fellow countrymen gave up. Desiring and prospering in battle and fullness. So, what am I supposed to do when I'm born their king?

The eyes I was wearing were visibly stained with anger, and the red balls glowed red.

"Hearing about the other side of the mountains, did you feel sorry for Marnagarm or Arakune you slashed with that hand? I don't think so. For they were worshipped by the people of the clan as demon kings, and fought and scattered for the prosperity of their seeds. The only thing that didn't come true was that they were weaker than you. Therefore I could not take over the land of men. That's not the way to do it in this world, where weak and strong eating usually occurs. There will be repentance for losing, but it will have been a raw, full of grace as a king."

The magic overflowing from Maris, who said so, was hot as burning his skin, and seemed to tell the story of the emotions that were being pushed into its chest.

"It would be easier if we could coexist and prosper, but given our original purpose, we do not need to coexist with other races. I am therefore unwilling to mourn the race from which I was born. If my fellow countrymen want it, that alone makes sense to me that I was born king as much as possible. But they didn't want the king to lead them, and I was on my way. Therefore, if we were to fight together, we would have made a blood festival of enemies who stood by all our might, and if they were too frightened and hateful of me for fear of strife with other species, they would have slaughtered him mercilessly as a rebel. But neither one of us wanted it, only to be merciful, and I always felt like I was being killed alive. That's why I dumped everyone."

I couldn't peep at that look of squeaking, but I felt like I finally came here and saw a man named Maris. And also what underlies that behavior.

A king who missed his crown...

I still understood that that word of Elatoma was telling the whole story.

It must not be a mistake that Maris, slowly reflecting me in those eyes, looks as if she's lost. I guess I have lost my raison d 'être without a purpose or place to aim for a king turned away from me by those who deserve protection and leadership.

... you're trying to get it back.

The meaning of your life.

As I scratched to get a place other than as the successor to the Spear Brave, Maris was looking for value in the world other than being king of the clan.

insanely.

"Where the hell can an unwanted king go? I have no purpose or mission. But this life is no different than the one time thing that we cannot start over or repeat from the beginning, everything that lives and lives in you and in this world. Then I saw you cursing your destiny without realizing that you loved me more than anyone else in this world, that maybe it meant something just because I didn't know. So I decided to try and figure out what the gods would do with you on your way to ruin."

"As a result, I was supposed to get [eclipse] from you. So I stopped at the critical place and started acting wrong?

"Exactly. If you're going to be my pawn as it were, I thought it might be useful to lead the world to destruction, but it wasn't. The world wants you to do your part. Then what is the role given to me? I know very well that when I ask the gods, they do not return the answer. I'll ask you."

Nodding, the Holy Knife is at the end of Maris' gaze, who told him so.

At the same time, the flimsy magic that was overflowing gathered in his right hand, and the sword took shape.

... I see. Is that what you mean?

To Maris and the sword held in her hand with anticipation and anxiety in her eyes, I understand the meaning of the 'inquiry' that I have heard from earlier. Maris seems to be trying to guess what it means to be born by killing each other, having lost significance to his own life without fulfilling his ultimate role as king in leading everyone towards the prosperity of his clan.

"In this world, brave men and demon kings guide prosperity and collapse. So now that you've woken up to the power of me and the Demon King who qualified you as a brave man, it depends on which of you survives, you know where this world is headed. And if you beat me, you have a role to play as an end to the world."

"Or maybe to make the name of a new brave man sound like the king of worms."

Maris looked straight at me as she squealed her throat and then turned off her expression. The red-eye that caught my eye in the blinding face was brilliant as if it reflected Maris' passion, and I was about to be fascinated by the strength of the will in its gaze.

"I don't need sympathy or pity. I want to know the will of a world where brave men and demon kings can glimpse each other after they have cut their souls. That is what this life means. For this reason, we have also prepared a stage where it is easy for you to do all you can. Carve that fact into your chest, beloved by the world. Even if this plan doesn't work, I'll repeat it as long as I live. Many times, until this life brings meaning."

While I find it arrogant to know that all of the series of events that could have been more than a war were taking place to question the existential significance of Maris, I bite the depth of that thought that thirsts for the meaning of my own life even up to this point.

- You mean you won't allow it halfway?

It's me, Maris.

One wave of sword is in the hands of Maris, who declared that this battle would not be over until either life was exhausted. The black-stained sword body from the cuttoe to the pattern was intertwined with red crawl and leaf tattoos as much as blood, unleashing a disastrous magic. What's more, from a sword that emits magical powers like burning my skin, it feels like a glitch to try to kill me, and he claims that there are no lies in previous conversations and that earlier declarations are serious.

Then there's one path I choose.

I won't expose myself to dying here, and I promised His Highness Gray and Claire I would definitely go home. Lord Muske and the others have told me to go home safely, and I will have to tell Grandpa and Master Celery one end of the truth about the death of my grabbed wife.

There is no way to reconcile to observe from the mouth of 'as long as you live' and 'as many times as you want', and there is probably no peace to come where Maris has killed me and gained the meaning of being in this world. After you win the battle against me, you should ravage this world as someone who will mark the end of your life. Because there's nothing else to do, and if you don't do it, the meaning of living that you've finally gained will be wasted.

That's what the declaration Maris spoken of meant, and I purposefully suggested that possibility in words, to tell him to exhaust his dying power here and to come and kill him for real.

Unless I take Maris' life, there is no peaceful future.

I see you understand.

If you drop your hips and put your hands on the holy knife pattern instead of responding to Maris' words, the re-gripped pitch-black sword will reflect the sunlight and be brilliant.

"Then let's get started. Doyle von Aginis"

So, me and Maris.

The curtain opened for questions that risked each other's lives.