Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

We were sitting on a hill eating sandwiches my mother had made for us.

A seemingly normal sandwich, but first and foremost the softness the bread should fear. The moment I carried it to my mouth, my fluffy texture attacked me and the teeth I devour complain about its deliciousness before I taste it. It's mother's homemade bread.

Raw ham, cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, etc., are recommended, but omelette. If you think the hint of butter, the exquisite saltiness and the flavor of the roasted eggs have popped into the guts and tongue, the soft bread takes it.

The determinant of flavor is the abyss of omelettes, or stock. It's mixed before you cook the eggs. This is delicious enough for your tongue to swing, though I don't know what the hell the stock is.

I took one omelet sandwich after another to explore the abyss, but I still don't know who the stock is. I've eaten up all my share.

"Anos."

Misha gives me her sandwich.

The utensils are omelettes.

"In exchange for tomatoes?

"... Hmm. There's nothing to worry about, Misha. Those eggs are great."

Misha smiles.

"I like tomatoes"

Until then, it would be bad to say no.

"Well, let me thank you for replacing it"

"Mmm."

I swap sandwiches with Misha, and I'm going to the abyss of the eggs.

... delicious.

"I have something to tell you"

When I finished eating coarsely, Huh Arcana said.

"About Gadeisiola"

Gadesiola currently has no king.

King Viafrea was handed over to the Diocese of Giordal as the culprit who tried to corrupt the ceiling. He is imprisoned in a cell in the cathedral of Giorhaze.

The Knights of Fantasy Without Celis disappeared neglectfully, and the demonic walls that had covered the country disappeared.

"Father, mother. I'm gonna tell you a little bit of a story."

Yeah, tell the two of us, we're going away for a little while.

I still had some sandwiches left, so I decided to take the basket.

"The sons left behind by the king are still in that country. They have no teachings of faith in God. Those who hate God. That would be desirable without resentment, but I'm sure we need that country underground"

Arcana is right, in the teachings of Agha and Giordal, some will not be able to save.

There is a place where dragon men can no longer believe in God. I have never crossed it.

"The kingdom which I originally made. I will return to the God of that land, as God of disobedience,"

"To the Dragon Man?

Gently Misha asked.

"You don't have to go back. Leading the selection referee to an end is your promise to your brother. I will not betray it."

If I become the winner of the Selected Judgment, Arcana's order will be mine and she will be freed from her role as a substitute. That was her original purpose.

"Just because we lead the selection referee to an end doesn't mean we don't have a way to get you back to the Dragon Man"

Clearly Arcana shook her neck left and right.

"I made you wait a long time. But I decided."

Arcana stared straight at me with her unmistakable eyes.

"In the first judgment of judgment, Militia, the Creator, chose me as his selector. Because I knew there was an indelible hatred in me. knowing that I could not save her, and yet she reached out to me"

Sasha listens to the word with a serious look on her face and Misha watches over her gently.

"I did not seek to heed the words of Militia, who exchanged covenants. This heart was trapped in hatred, and I just wanted to make it easier. I was sent to the cheaper ones. I thought of her as my enemy and killed her."

To repent, Arcana says.

"But I guess her order kept an eye on me the whole time. At the last moment, Militia said. One day even its burning hatred will burn, because the Demon King will come here," he said.

"... about Anos, right?

To Sasha's words, Arcana nodded.

"Militia believed that your brother would save me. For that, he may have dared to kill me. If the Moon of Creation dwells on me, I wonder if your brother might make me God of Creation, and I am interested. That is how her order that dwelt in me led me so far."

but led Arcana to me.

Maybe that was Militia's message that she wanted me to save her.

"Perhaps I knew it was true. When he erased his hatred and became a god without a name in the Creation Moon, what he wished for was indeed to be like Militia. It is the unsaveable that tries to give salvation. I guess you thought that appearance was God."

"So you reached out to the unsaveable man and chose him as the Chosen One of the Yagami,"

"Yes, but I couldn't save him well"

Sounds distressing, Arcana exhales.

"I didn't want to give him a future that would be sacrificed as a dragon and turned into a dragon. I thought honor was more painful for him."

I guess Arcana killed him because he suffered with it himself.

"I still don't know if that was right. but left it to nature and hoped that its roots would circle again"

"Hey. I thought, if the roots didn't perish, you'd be reborn again like the magic of < reincarnation (silica) >?

Sasha asks intriguing.

"The magic of < reincarnation (silica) > only fuels the natural power that nature possesses. The roots circle. But change your shape, change your power, lose your memory. Perhaps we can call it doomed already."

"Hmm, when you change that much, you don't feel reborn..."

"Still, the original is the same root. Maybe something stays."

Sasha twists her neck.

"What?

"I don't know"

All I can say is yes.

It is only a small salvation that the dead may live happily ever after.

"Oh, I'm sorry. So, what could it have been?

Sasha returns to the story.

"If I were to be a substitute for God, I thought, like Militia. I wish I could be like that. But hatred of the people of the earth and of God was also always annoying to me"

The hatred of not forgiving the betrayed underground people and trying to avenge them as rebellious gods.

And a desire to live as a proxy for the Creating God who has reached out to me to the end like that.

The two thoughts were twisted in her chest.

"Militia gave me a place called Brother. I want to continue to protect this role of God's proxy, which has certainly been a salvation to me"

Do you want to keep defending the place of those who no longer believe in God, the kingdom where they can live without believing in Him?

"And"

Arcana said in a quiet voice.

"Until Militia returns, I am also his agent"

"Militia, after all, what happened now?

Sasha asks.

"Militia was about to be reincarnated. The 10,000 lightning sword I had in my hand, Gaudgeymon, was enchanted to disturb it. They're going to set you apart from your original reincarnation."

"Apparently?

When Sasha raises the question, Misha said.

"The work of Celis?

"Yes. The magic of Sellis thwarted Militia's reincarnation. But also to him, I guess, could not seal the reincarnation itself. Militia should be reborn in the most undesirable way she"

Misha puts on her little neck.

"In what way?

"I don't know. That's what he said."

"Hmm. Should I have kept Celis alive? Then I heard a lot about you."

Sasha says.

"I can't do that."

And, Misha denied it.

"Well, I can't help but say what's past. If you're reincarnating into something you don't want, you just need to find it and help him."

"What about the selection referee?

Misha asks.

"No matter, you can't just throw it away. Now the thoughts of the people beneath are transformed into the heavenly pillar support sword Velevim, supporting the ceiling, but the judgment may strengthen the power of doom."

"Isn't that it? Destroy the order of Ellorarielom, the god of alignment in Arcana, and the judgment will be over, won't it?

Kokuri and Misha nod.

"But I can't keep everything in line."

The heavenly pillar support sword that supports the ceiling, the order of Militia, will also be influenced by the order of alignment God.

Different orders affect each other and constitute the logic of the world in a complex way.

"In other words, how can we destroy only the Selected Judge, without destroying the Consistency God?

"Simply put, what are you going to do? Selected judgments are the order of God, right? Is that all you have to choose and destroy?

Sasha asks.

"Militia was trying to bring the selection referee to an end. And that would have been successful if Arcana hadn't stopped it"

"Ah..."

and raise her voice as Sasha noticed.

"Arcana. What was Militia trying to do?

leaning down to explore memories, Arcana eventually said.

"... I was using Artieltonoa. He swallowed the alignment god into the moon and, with his own order, said he would go to deep sleep"

With the order of the Creating God, the order of the Aligning God falls asleep?

"Errolarielom said that the doom of the world is inevitable if order dies,"

Hmm. Was Militia trying to destroy order?

Still, I believed the world would not perish, you mean?

"Other than that?

"... I can't remember. I don't think so."

Well, there's a lot Arcana wouldn't have known.

"So look for the Militia trail first? Though it's likely that Celis knew about it."

"Meet Via Flair?

Misha asks.

"Oh. Just in Geordal, there's also Golroana. Marks God has perished, but with the Book of Marks, to some extent the past may be seen. It will be time to rebuild the basement, when it has calmed down."

I throw sandwiches in my mouth and swallow them.

I turned around and spoke to my mother.

"Mother. Sorry, but I'm going underground now"

"Yeah, yeah, and yet? It's my day off, huh? Did someone call you?

"I wasn't called."

"... so maybe a little later, can't we...? It's my occasional day off..."

My mother drops her shoulder with a sad face.

That's a little painful.

"Yes, don't bother Anos, Isabella. There are a lot of things about a man's work."

Dad comes up close and whispers to me.

"Na"

And, meaningfully, Dad winks.

"Were you listening?

My father nods with a strange face.

"Oh, I was mostly listening. There's no point in Anos hurrying. If you know that, you better hurry. You can always have a picnic."

Hmm. Then we talk fast.

"But Anos. Dad, there's only one thing I've ever wondered about."

Dad asks with a look that just says it's more critical than anything else.

"Mr. Militia, is that it? That's it, isn't it? As far as I can tell, the old Anos... met..."

"Oh."

When he did so, his father turned himself back to his surprise and gave him such expressions as fear of war.

"... ok. Dad, I understand everything. What, don't worry. I'll explain it well to my mother. It's a misleading quality."

Hmm. Well, if I'm mistaken it's another divorce trial, it's a hassle later.

"Go on, Anos. A man has a past that must be settled."

Though I had a lot of anxiety there, well, it's not enough to take.

"I got it."

"Oops! Dad, I believe you! I believe Anos is gonna make it right! Because I'm waiting! It's a man's promise!

My mother looks at my father sending me away with a strange look.

"Hmm. Shall we go?"

Travel to Sasha and join hands with everyone.

"... is that okay to leave me alone?

Sasha says worryingly.

"What, I'm just used to my father saying weird things"

"I'm just used to it. Misunderstanding is accelerating."

While listening to Sasha's blur, we draw the magic formation of Metastasis.

When my vision is dyed white...

"Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, Arcana is not my sister, she's really Anos' hidden son OOOOOOOOOOO!?

Father... halfway through, what were you asking...?