I Became a Foreigner Loved by Transcendentalists - I Became a Foreigner Loved by Transcendentalists chapter 117

Episode 117. A disaster brought about by mankind

Tachia Philoi.

The day he broke the coffin he was trapped in and woke up, the first name that came to mind.

-Boom!

The first thing that caught my eye as I stood up with him was the flowers lying on the lying coffin.

As if holding a funeral to commemorate someone’s death…..

Funeral, whose?

-Tiring, tiling.

While I was wondering about that, I heard the sound of a bell coming from beyond the dark forest.

As soon as I realized there was someone beyond, I felt my feet moving towards that place.

The reason was unknown. You just have to move there.

I could only feel the power in that sound guiding me.

-Tiring, tiling.

After being guided by such a vague instinct, what I came across was the image of a woman facing countless corpses in front of the temple of a collapsed kingdom.

She, dressed like a shaman, was using the bell in her hand to guide the movements of the dead.

She looked like a saint leading a religious order…….

“You…… ?”

How could someone like such a saint sense her astonishment as soon as she saw her, and even drop the servant who comforted her dead from her hands?

Why did she move her corrupted body so quickly and come towards him, and putrid blood spilled from her eyes?

“… Annabelle, Britannia. “Do you remember that name?”

Even though she felt her doubts, the reason she could not react to her words was because there was nothing that stimulated her among her emotions or name.

The dead are beings who live for their regrets, and if those regrets are not prominent, they are ultimately empty beings who will only be guided by their survival instinct or the magic power of the caster.

“…… Okay. “Even after death, I can’t be your mother after all.”

But starting from the words ‘mother’ that followed, I felt something stirring inside her.

Mother. The word she was more concerned about than the first name that came to mind.

“No, that might actually be better. I can’t send you back to the battlefield after being reunited like this.”

Is that because of my emotions aimed at the person in front of me?

Because the attachment I have to my mother is related to my mother, and the person in front of me is someone who can be called that kind of mother?

“… Welcome back to your hometown. Annabelle.”

At least she seemed to want that kind of relationship, but for some reason, even as she was being held by her, she couldn’t feel anything for herself.

My skin is cold, and the hand caressing my cheek is full of unfamiliarity.

Nevertheless, her self gradually blossomed, and at some point, she began to look back on herself and accept her existence.

Little by little, I felt a faint sense of déjà vu from her.

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Yes, you must have encountered it in a past life.

The memory that gradually comes to mind is that in the past, he was what you would call a mercenary who roamed the battlefield.

In the process, he survived by killing all the enemies he encountered, drenching his body with blood, and each time he survived, he realized how dirty and cruel this world was.

The person who survived in such a place would also be a disgusting and dirty being.

The reason I responded to the call from the royal family was because I thought I might be able to clean up some of that filth.

I thought that if I followed their orders and performed honorable tasks, even I, such a dirty person, might be able to live like a human being.

‘… ‘Annabel, do you remember her name?’

And the unexpected meeting that occurred at the end.

While being polite at an audience with the leader of the country, she heard an unfamiliar name from the person in front of her.

Annabelle Britannia. A name I have never heard of in my life and cannot think of as being related to it.

‘Your hair and eyes… …. All other appearances can only be inherited from British blood.’

The fact that the royal family’s lineage is unusual is evident from their appearance.

The queen, fearful of seeing her appearance like that, tried to place expectations on her identity.

‘The subordinate who helped you take refuge in the battle of usurpation that took place on the day of His Majesty’s succession ceremony was found dead in front of the river. I was giving up because the cradle that held you at that time was gone…….’

‘Queen. It may be presumptuous to say this, but I am nothing more than a mercenary.’

Of course, she had known for a long time that she was an adoptive daughter.

She had a premonition that her biological mother was alive somewhere.

It’s a little surprising that they are the king and queen of a country.

‘No matter what my birth is, I would like to serve as a mercenary at your request…. ‘Please let me focus only on acting as a warrior in the world.’

But what does bloodline have to do with anything?

He has already got her hands dirty.

He has become a slaughterer who is not worthy of a wise king and a benevolent queen, so he cannot live in peace and prosperity as their child.

If there is a place where such a thing is allowed, it will soon fall. At the time, I believed that such thinking was correct.

‘… Annabel, this is a request not as a monarch, but as your mother.’

Even though she firmly insisted on it, the queen seemed to have some lingering regrets and made one last earnest request to herself before leaving for the war.

‘After this fight is over, will you be able to form a relationship with me as mother and daughter again?’

‘…Queen.’

‘I know it’s an unreasonable request. But… I still don’t want to give up on you. ‘Because you are the only proof that he and I are connected.’

I hope that this connection, which has already been broken, can be reconnected.

I felt the love she had from her earnest request.

There is someone in this world who waits for him, who is nothing but a murderer, to return.

I wonder if even I, who has been tainted like this, deserves to be loved.

– Excited, excited.

As the presence of such a mother became more prominent, I felt that her dead body gradually became more vital and her self became clearer.

She took a very long time and slowly, but she still considered herself her daughter and was protected by her.

Even though her direction may have been off, she was able to overcome her sense of incongruity with the true love she felt from him, and her outline was captured by her own vague attachment to her.

“… I will serve you. “My mother.”

A feeling of anticipation that appeared when facing the oath fulfilled at the end.

Even though her face was completely devoid of life, I could see that she was still dreaming of a relationship with herself.

“Does that mean you will form a relationship with me as my daughter?”

“… ….”

“… Annabelle.”

“I will just be a sword for her mother.”

But she couldn’t live up to her expectations.

Her barely awakened self stems from her obsession with the word “Mother,” Along with the tenuous connection she has with herself in her past memories.

As much as she has awakened her ego by focusing solely on that one thing, if she does not erase all of her other feelings of discomfort, she may lose her ego again.

“…… “Regardless of your regrets, you mean?”

“My heart is not important.”

Even if my regrets are in the wrong direction.

If she doesn’t believe that, she will lose the meaning of her awakening.

“The important thing is that you woke me up, and if you claim to be my mother, I will only follow you.”

I hope you find the meaning of your awakening.

I hope that by maintaining this false belief, you can find out why you are drawn to the word ending.

“Even if my goal is to kill all those who were once alive like us?”

“Yes, if that is your wish…” ….”

And at the end, she faces her true purpose.

The moment she heard of her absurd plan to destroy humanity, she felt her attraction to him grow stronger.

I can’t remember her details, but her words about the destruction of humanity may also be related to her own regrets.

‘I will do everything for my mother, and with these hands I will achieve the destruction of mankind.’

In this way, she defined her own regrets and developed her identity as an enemy knight of war to defend her future.

Although we cannot accept her name as Ena Belle Britannia, she claims to be Gwen Hvar’s daughter, and insists… …. I hope that in the end, the day will come when she will fully understand her own identity.

– Excited, excited.

And this moment came at the end.

The moment she saw it burning the surroundings and overwhelming another subordinate following her master, she felt a sense of elation she had never felt before.

“I found it….”

It’s not just because it’s a dragon.

At this moment, I felt that the overwhelming power and appearance that appeared in front of me was guiding everything in me, beyond just a sense of déjà vu.

“Finally, I found it, everything…” ….”

On the other hand, it is an emotion that can also be defined as ecstasy.

I was swayed by that and ended up running towards that place, ignoring even the annoying enemy that blocked me.

The reason I led the army was not to defeat him, but to directly stop him and figure out the identity of the discomfort he was feeling.

-Quaaa!

Even as she felt her own body and spirit burning out, she felt her own being approaching her, the one who should have made this land her grave.

The will not to collapse even when the whole body turns to ashes.

I only realized this after becoming aware of such a strong attachment.

Her interest is the source of her own lingering regret, and he has survived this second life by deceiving himself in order to meet her.

‘Mother, my mother… ….’

Tassian Paloi.

Why had she forgotten her name until this moment when she faced her?

She was the one who cried out so desperately when she was thrown alone on the battlefield.

She was the one who recognized herself as her mother, and because of that, she was the one she hated the most.

‘Why did you appear here? Why are you here now…….’

Even if he had given up on that relationship at the end of his life, that end was not important to him.

In her life, her strongest regret was the mixture of her love and her hatred for her.

There is no way that the core of the heart that has been nurtured over the longest period of time can be buried in the trivial calling and ideals that were developed at the end of that life.

‘Oh, that’s right. You were there too… …. ‘He wanted to destroy humanity.’

And even before I met her, her ego was gradually being built.

Even though it may have been distorted and misdirected from the beginning, the completed form was similar to the basis of the lingering affection he felt for her.

‘A mother who wishes for the destruction of humanity, and herself who is obsessed with such a mother.’

The moment when I realized that this process was not much different from what I felt in the past.

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Her realization at this moment energized her hand as she held her sword, leading her to her one calling.

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-Puuk.

With such a single thought in mind, he swung the knife towards the floor countless times.

Ashes spread out, stinging the pain of the helpless body lying on the floor.

After being stabbed in her weak spot, she becomes helpless and only accepts the attack, but her natural strength does not yet allow her to die.

She transcends even her death, and if she does not have the will to die, she maintains her existence even by enduring pain.

-Rurrr!

As the ash that spread everywhere around her turned into drops of blood, she felt her thirst quench just by receiving the blood next to her.

I felt her heart pounding and her breathing becoming energized, making her repeat her actions.

“Where the hell were you?” Mom, I… ….”

Is the sob that comes out at the end of sadness or passion?

“I wonder how long I searched for my mom. “How long have I been looking for you?”

No, it cannot be defined that way.

I never forgot her and accepted everything she had been through, projecting it into her being, but how could I define her feelings through a few words?

“… “I just wanted to be with you.”

But that wish was always the same.

Her love, her hatred, her ideals and her regrets, all of that can only be achieved if you are with her.

There may be other things to worry about, but now that I’ve come to terms with it, I think it’s a good thing.

“I just wanted to be with you… …. Why did you leave me and create a human in a place without me……. Have you been killing him?”

She is a dead person, and the only reason she woke up was because of her regrets.

Things that were not related to her regrets were buried at this moment when she faced the source of her regrets, and she was busy trying to stir up her emotions.

“Okay, you…” …. Because I hated humans…….”

And that medium harmonized with the things that had been building up, eventually leading to one answer.

If you, who lived for your mother, realize that what your mother wants is the destruction of humanity.

Pursuing that too can be said to be the meaning of surviving this second life.

“You wanted to destroy humanity, right? “For whatever reason, you wanted to destroy humanity, right?”

Yes, that is the path I reached.

At this moment, the deceased, who missed his mother, came up with a new name to define himself, neither Tacia Philoi nor Annabelle Britannia.

“Me too, it’s the same. Humans are a species with nothing good to do about being alive…….”

Red knight of war.

A being who has come into closer contact with the true nature of humanity than anyone else, and as a result has awakened both hatred and understanding towards them.

“Even if there is reconciliation, it will only be temporary. If no one threatens you, you end up just slandering each other……. “It has been repeated countless times in this world, and the people who want to repeat it are the same people who still want to live as long as possible!”

The magic power that gradually begins to spread in response to such will begins to gradually interfere with all things and form its shape.

Beings called spirits who were drawn to her presence, not pure mana.

“Nevertheless, if there is a reason for their continued existence, let us accommodate that. “Your desires and the reason they exist… let’s find a way for those two things to coexist.”

They who exist everywhere in this world were overwhelmed by her presence, but in response to that memory, they gradually began to build something that would not exist in this place.

The foundation of this world that I saw even before I faced the dragon that was burning humanity.

With her as the starting point, an era of chaos began to unfold on this land, with her archenemies and her allies, all of whom stood on equal footing with her.

“…So, let’s go to war.”

“Let’s go to war, everyone…!”

Yes, the one standing here is not a dead person, but an illusion.

However, since they are clearly projections of concepts that existed in this world, they are beings that have substance and meaning.

“As we have done up until now, and will continue to do so in the future…. In order to pursue the ideal that you and I hope for, let us leave what we have been repeating on this earth forever!!”

Starting from her, such beings increased one by one, and eventually became her army, reaching tens of thousands of legions beyond that.

At the end, when she felt the countless signs of her popularity revealed by her side, a wildfire that combined everything she had experienced so far began to burst out of her mouth.

“Let’s all wage war with me forever!! Ha ha ha ha ha!! Ahahahaha!!!”

The only purpose is war, and war.

Even the dead die and kill each other forever, leaving a moment that symbolizes humanity in this world forever.

-Kyaaa!

The moment the mourning of the dead that burst out at the end resonated throughout this land, the human race ahead of them unconsciously realized.

What was born before them at this moment was an unprecedented catastrophe.

The basis is not natural disasters such as plague and famine, nor even phenomena that are malicious or deviant from common sense.

It is rooted in the malice and madness of humanity.