Let’s Block the Ruined Route in Advance - Chapter 113



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Episode 113
The number of combat personnel requested by Ajar was 700, including Aer. With the final battle imminent, the imperial family carefully selected the best talents to stand against Ajar.

“you.”

The Duke, who had returned to the mansion after a long time, held his forehead as if he had a headache. The children had returned to the mansion on the eve of the storm that was to come before the great battle, but he could not welcome them with a joyful heart.

“I expected it, but… … .”

Eileen, Cordelia, Lucian, and Felix. The four of them were holding a cloth with a picture of a burning golden sun. It was a token given only to the warriors who would go to the final battle.

“It’s already too late to back out.”

Eileen, who understood the Duke’s gaze, avoided his eyes and played with her hair for no reason. Since Eileen was known to the public as the master of the divine beast, she could not avoid participating in the war, and Eileen herself had no intention of avoiding it in the first place.

‘But I didn’t know if we could all go together.’

In Cordelia’s case, since she was a rare top-tier water spirit, Eileen had expected it to some extent, but in the case of Felix and Lucian, she was honestly surprised. They were strong enough to be ranked in the top five in Verotanis, but she thought they might be left off the list since they were still students.

Lucian shrugged and smiled.

“It looks like it turned out pretty well thanks to the disaster that occurred on the Verotanis shopping street being prevented without any damage.”

Certainly, the fact that Neumann was on the list suggests that their fight against Mongma had great significance for the royal family and the temple.

Lucian spoke calmly, but in fact his heart was filled with relief.

‘I’m glad I don’t have to stay behind and watch. I promised I would.’

Felix felt the same way.

‘Because I promised to always be by your side.’

No matter what darkness came, Felix had no intention of leaving Eileen’s side.

The duke’s expression hardened as he watched the children who showed no sign of retreating, but then his expression relaxed. The children stood on the battlefield. It was a situation that should have made him anxious, but strangely, he felt calm.

“I can’t say anything that will weaken my strength before a decisive battle. I trust you.”

The Duke spoke as he patted each of them as if he had gathered his thoughts. It wasn’t that he wasn’t worried about them. It was just that the children had grown up enough to share the load.

‘Theresa, those little children have grown so much.’

Even after all the children had gone back to their rooms, he sat alone for a long time.

***

Knights of the Dawn.

It was the name given to the 700 warriors who gathered to drive away the pitch-black darkness that had descended upon the empire.

“The evacuation has already been quite successful.”

“I heard that they opened a portal to refugees on the rooftop.”

All the imperial people living near the Charvil Plains, which would become the battleground, began to evacuate. Eileen, who was heading towards Charvil against their flow, looked back at the people walking with their bundles on their backs.

“Ah! Hehe.”

A child who looked to be about seven years old, walking while holding his father’s hand, smiled and waved at Eileen. The father, who had noticed Eileen and her companions through the child’s actions, nodded. A faint smile appeared on Eileen’s face at the sight of the knights being treated with the utmost courtesy.

The sight of the two reminded me of Gail and the children at the orphanage.

‘Yeah, that’s good. The car and the daycare are very far away.’

It was decided that the strong, magicians, and priests who were not included in the 700 would be spread out throughout the empire to prepare for any possible threats.

“Didn’t you say that Lakerta didn’t return to the port?”

Aileen nodded to Cordelia’s question. When Lakerta learned that Aileen was heading to Charvil, he immediately applied for a temporary ward in the city closest to Charvil.

‘It might be dangerous.’

‘It doesn’t matter. The injured in Chavil will be transported there first. I have strong stamina, so I can heal them as much as I want.’

Eileen recalled what Lakerta had said after that.

‘It’s sad that I can’t go with you, but I will fight here with you. Just as you protect the world, I will wait for you, healing and protecting the people. So please come back.’

Let’s come back and have a meal together again.

It was an honest cheer like a racket.

‘Okay, I’ll definitely go back.’

Five days until the final battle. The Knights of the Dawn have gathered near the Charvil Plains.

***

“Are you curious as to why I did such a troublesome thing?”

In Nox’s hideout hidden underground in the Charvil Plains, Mongma and Hiems, disguised as Ajar and Ian, gathered. Unlike Hiems, who was blankly staring, Mongma, who had been watching the situation, cautiously opened his mouth.

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“Yes, of course I have no complaints, but I wonder why they were given the time and opportunity to think.”

At those words, Ajar lifted his glass on the table and laughed.

“It’s more rewarding that way.”

The wine mixed with blood was sweet. As he watched the dark red liquid sloshing left and right, Ajar slowly fell into the distant past.

Not all mines create demon lords. Most of the mines were discovered by humans and destroyed along with the demon lord’s eggs, so the time it took for the demon lord to return to the world was bound to be long.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Ajar realized his instinct and struggled day and night to raise the Demon King. However, unfortunately for the world, he was different from ordinary demons.

‘Is this what humans call a mutation?’

As usual, Ajar, who was gathering magic energy to fill the Demon King’s stomach, suddenly felt a terrible sense of weariness.

‘Why did I start this and why must I continue doing it?’

The Demon King’s egg, with its mouth wide open greedily, was simply hideous rather than awe-inspiring.

‘Does this insignificant thing that can’t do anything with its own hands need to have the grand name of ‘king’?’

As he began to question, his vision, which had been focused on only one mission, widened and his brain developed rapidly. As he stopped living a life obsessed with the Demon King and agonized over the essence of life, his ego grew even larger.

‘What am I worse than this?’

Despite his doubts, he raised the Demon King until the end. He thought that if he completed what he considered a mission, something would be meaningful and something would change.

However, what returned to him, who had raised the most evil demon lord, Noctra, was bottomless emptiness and despair.

[Keeeeeeeeep!!!!]

A monster that could not speak language and moved only for destruction. He could not believe that it was the king of the monsters.

‘It’s boring and vain.’

Born according to the flow of the world, he becomes a demon king. The price for following this inevitable fate was only extreme boredom.

‘It’s fleeting, it’s fleeting. If the world were this boring, I wouldn’t have thought about it.’

The one who pulled him out of his boredom as he watched the dying humans was surprisingly the hero, Regia.

‘What is that?’

A splendid hero appeared, cutting through the crowd of people. She swung her sword with an appearance that was incomparably sublime.

‘It’s funny. He runs ahead and looks so scared.’

At first, it was just a simple curiosity. I was curious as to why the apostle of God did not break even though he was rushing forward with all his suffering and fear engraved in his bones.

The next time was with joy. When asked if he was not tired of living only for God on a set path.

‘We are not fighting for God!’

The hero shouted like that. For Ajar, it was a fresh shock more than anything else. He was following the set path but was in emptiness, and Regia was falling down on the set path but not stopping.

‘What makes us different? What makes your eyes shine?’

Even after suffering near-death wounds during the seven-day and night battle, the hero did not lose his spirit. Azar’s face turned red from the embers that came back to life no matter how many times they were extinguished.

The brilliant will to live and vitality, as well as the screams of the wounded Regia, pulled him out of the nothingness.

‘I wonder. I wonder. I wonder what made you live. I wonder what made you face death.’

Even the words that shouted that it was not for the sake of God were refreshing. The last blade that moved to divide Noctra and Ajar at the same time finally reached Ajar’s waist.

This is death.

The crisis of annihilation that came with the death of the Demon King struck Ajar, but he did not die.

‘I can’t die. For the first time, there’s someone I’m curious about, and I can’t die like this.’

He abandoned the demon lord he had created and went into hiding to avoid the death that was slowly coming to him. He overcame all his wounds with only the desire to see Regia’s eyes again. However, when he finally came out of the hiding place after a long recovery period, Regia had already passed away.

“I wonder how they will prepare themselves after getting the chance. What color will their eyes be as they say goodbye to their relatives and leave a will for their beloved hometown before heading to the final battle?”

As Ajar threw the glass he was holding onto the floor, dark red droplets scattered like pieces.

The seven days of battle shared with Regia. 100 warriors per day. Would that be enough to bring back the look in her eyes from her memories? If possible, I wanted to give Regia the bloodline of her beloved companion in flesh, but it was already wrong.

‘I will get you back.’

As Ajar laughed fiercely, Mongma and Hiems exchanged glances. Although they had gained flesh and freedom thanks to Ajar, it was always difficult for them to understand his mind.

‘But it doesn’t matter. I will follow Lord Ajar in any form as long as I can continue to see quality nightmares.’

Mongma cautiously followed his smile as he watched the mad smile of Ajar. Hiems’ thoughts were similar.

‘It would taste better if the person was strong.’

Gulp.

The sound of saliva swallowing echoed faintly.

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