There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 463



Only Noblemtl

EP.463 Sonnenaufgang (4)

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A long time ago, in the magic tower’s room.

‘I assure you, this is stupid.’

The man who connected the communication magic between the Holy Kingdom and the Magic Tower grumbled. As always.

‘It’s not like I’m sowing seeds in the desert, so how many will it take if I put this much effort into preparing them? I will be honest with you. Even if it only takes one, it’s a miracle.’

Then the woman beyond magic answered gently.

‘Then I say so. Even if it all goes to waste, I don’t care.’

‘It doesn’t matter?’

The man frowned.

‘Damn it, then why did you make Queenie do that damn thing? To a woman who is already having a hard time running a restaurant.’

‘I never ordered it. ‘I asked for it.’

‘That’s it. When has she ever refused a favor from you? huh? She contacted me after so many years… .’

The man grumbled for a while, but the woman just remained silent. The man was so grumpy that he pursed his lips. Because right away, he was like this, unable to refuse her request.

Anyway, after a while, the man who finished his work asked carefully.

‘Do you really believe that fate will change with something like this?’

‘No, I don’t believe it.’

‘… .’

‘I just wish the child could freely choose. ‘Not like us.’

‘… It’s a choice, and that choice can lead to pain. You know, right? The bird that falls is the bird that chooses to fly. Wouldn’t it be better to wish them happiness in the nest?’

The woman paused for a moment and answered softly.

‘If the child chooses that, willingly.’

‘Whoa, what the hell…’ What is he doing that makes him do this? Well, are you at least our hero’s child?’

‘well.’

Instead of answering, the woman laughed softly. It was the first sincere smile I had seen in years.

***

Currently, western Hiraria.

The number of enemies was endless.

Among the guys I could see, not a single one looked the same. It was like a tsunami, rumbling through the city center.

-Good!

The head of the Dumea family tried hard to encourage herself and swung her sword. The family’s treasured sword responded to him and drew a semicircle just as it did when he first caught it.

Kyaaaaaaa!

The sensation of the sword cutting through flesh and bone went up my hand. The stench of those guys stinging my nose was a bonus. Yes, the monster’s blood stinks.

It resembled the stench of an old battlefield. The stench of blood mixed with dirt, gunpowder and smoke, and the sewage shed by dead comrades.

The matriarch smiled, recalling old thoughts. Even though her left arm was blown off and her irreparable wounds were increasing, she smiled.

It was a laugh meant to suppress the instinct to run away.

No knight longs for life by abandoning his hometown, and this was his home. He had nowhere to turn and was not afraid of his death.

His already dead heart is so hot, but what is death all about?

But his cool head told a different story.

This fight will be lost.

The problem was not the tens of thousands of monsters, but Ekemo walking from the other side. A monster tens of meters tall walking towards the magic tower.

Although the Dumea family head was not a wizard, it was fully predictable that he was aiming for the magic tower’s mana.

Otherwise, it would have been beneficial to maintain the offensive by recycling the corpses of dead monsters instead of entering the city.

-It will be a plague.

The same sense of helplessness as when I first encountered the French tank unit swept over me.

And through that feeling of helplessness, instinct whispered once again. Take her daughter and run away.

Unfortunately, the matriarch pushed away her instincts once again. He was going to die today. Just not now. Because there were still things left for him to throw away.

Wow! He picked at the body of the guy baring his teeth on the fence. Then, using it as support, he jumped over the fence and onto the six-story commercial building.

Eventually, when I climbed up to the rooftop, I could see Ekemo casting a long shadow over the city. The sight of monsters still swarming around.

Can you do it? The head of the Dumea family was jumping ahead of the question.

He ran towards Ekemo, climbing over rooftops and trampling on countless monsters chasing him.

Even as the distance gradually narrowed, Ekemo didn’t even look at him.

Thank goodness. The head of the Dumea family thought while tightly gripping the sword with her free hand.

Finally, the moment we reached the roof of the building, which was up to Ekemo’s knee height.

He threw himself towards Ekemo’s legs. In the past, like throwing yourself over the heads of French tank units.

ha ha ha! A long sword flashed with laughter, and the Dumea family’s treasured sword pierced the huge demon king’s knee.

and… Just fall.

Sigh-! Ekemo’s large legs split and black slime poured out like a waterfall. Eke Mo’s body tilted as she lost her balance.

Coo! Ekemo’s massive body barely managed to kneel down and grab hold of the surrounding buildings. Broken windows flowed down like rain.

[Doing something meaningless.]

Only then did he look at the head of the Dumea family. The matriarch, covered in mucus, bared her teeth and smiled.

-That’s usually what people who got punched say like that.

Instead of answering, Ekemo raised his huge hand. And just like that, he lowered his hand onto the head of the family…

… I couldn’t do it.

This was because something suddenly fell from above his head and exploded his entire arm.

Kwaaaaang – !!!

With an explosion stronger than an anti-tank rocket, the arm fell off and the person who caused the explosion landed on the ground.

A knight wearing familiar full-body armor with an unfamiliar flower engraved on it, and armed with a huge shield and mace.

After seeing the article, the head of the Dumea family muttered with a bewildered expression on its face.

-Imperial Knights… ?

“It’s been a while. house owner.”

The knight greeted with Ekemo’s falling arm in the background.

“He is the leader of the Imperial Knights and a noble… No, the greatest sword of His Majesty the Emperor, who is not very noble now, has come to your aid.”

-… .

“Nice to meet you? “Me too.”

The conversation ended there. It was thanks to Ekemo swinging his healthy arm and monsters pouring in from the other side of the alley.

The two knights moved almost simultaneously.

Kwaaaaang – !

As soon as the ember-filled shield could block the giant hand, the one-armed knight cut into pieces the approaching monsters.

And the battle continues again.

The two men swung their weapons at a distance barely wide enough to fit a hand span. However, neither of them interfered with each other’s attacks or staggered their steps.

A connection that is close to perfect, like comrades who have worked together for years, no, because they were comrades in arms.

“Doesn’t this remind you of an old battlefield?”

-It’s an old battlefield and all, what about here? No, why did you come!?

“I came because my benefactor asked for help. “It’s common for everyone.”

-… .

Dawn called? Dumea Gaju Boom! He shouted while avoiding Ekemo’s downward slashing feet.

-Retreat now! If you stay here, the only thing you can expect is death!

“Well, that’s not bad either. At least it will be better than abandoning your comrades like last time.”

The head of the Dumea family was about to retort, but closed her mouth at the sound that followed.

“It’s a good day to die.”

Ekemo, watching this, regenerated his severed limbs and growled.

[How pitiful. Old people who should have died in Margin Baekryeong.]

“Pitiful? “Who is feeling sorry for someone like that?”

[You pathetic things who wear the blinders of chivalry without knowing the truth. This is not a stage for you-]

Then, another voice intervened.

– Damn, that’s a lot of talk. Pay the price, bastard.

Tak – Then three Death Knights and one Knight arrived on the battlefield. The Dumea family looked at them with an expression that did not tell whether she was smiling or crying.

-These stupid things… .

-Shut up. Why are you trying to find a way to cool off on your own and then feel embarrassed because you think you won’t be able to do it?

-… .

“That woman couldn’t change her speaking habits even after she died.”

The knight commander clicked his tongue, exploded a monster, and stood next to the Death Knights. Dumea Gaju also shook his head and joined his group.

They faced Ekemo and the monsters in such a loose position, closer to a pack of wolves than an army.

“How great it would have been if we had gathered like this during the days of the Frontier Baekryeong.”

At the forefront, the commander of the knights raised his shield at the same time as Sancho and spoke.

The Death Knights responded with laughter… No, one person in the back row told a different story.

-I’m from the US military.

“… .”

Around the time Belladiva poked the oblivious Lieutenant Colonel Duke in the side.

The monsters and Ekemo started moving first. Duke immediately pulled the trigger and shouted.

-Well, as long as you’re French, that’s fine. Let’s get started!

***

[The sun rises.]

In the dark of the night, they whispered to the one who spilled the truth.

[The sun rises.]

The boy with the eye patch looked up at the night sky for a moment and took out a fist-sized corruption stone.

***

A little later, at the Hiraria Dumea Mansion.

The concrete that made up the exterior wall was screaming. Indifferent to the time it took to build this massive fortress, the fortress was dying in real time.

A deafening roar, collapsing walls, and tearing air.

The walls scream. Just like the screaming refugees below.

Current head of Dumea, Tomas and Sabina.

The anger of the three wizards, or more precisely, the attack and defense of the three who reached the realm of the great wizards, produced such a result.

As the waves of electricity and the pillar of fire collided, the exterior of the wall below peeled off, and the concrete collapsed as if the internal organs were spilling out where the black light had passed.

But no one dared to intervene in the fight. The skill was good, but it was because of the monsters and refugees flocking to the front gate.

Doo doo doo doo – !

The Gasols of the Dumea family were firing machine guns in a skilled manner, but the monsters were taking evasive maneuvers and getting closer by the minute. If they soon penetrated among the refugees, it would be impossible to catch them by shooting.

What should I do? Common sense would have been to ignore the refugees and close the door.

However, it was difficult for anyone to ignore the lives of hundreds or thousands of people rushing in front of their eyes. Especially if you are also a citizen of Hiraria.

Sweat dripped down Gasol’s forehead. They listened to the gunshots and groans coming from beyond the radio. Anybody is welcome, so please give me orders.

Close the door, or go out and protect the citizens.

Either way, blood will flow. It could be the blood of gasols or the blood of refugees. Maybe both.

Anyway, the moment of decision arrived. If I didn’t give an order now, I had no choice but to miss them both.

The moment the elite monsters entered the fortress, there was no turning back.

Sweat running down my chin, shell casings falling faster than that, and-

[I will take my time, so please evacuate all the refugees except the machine gunners. I repeat. I will take my time, so save the refugees.]

The voice of a girl who was still a bit delicate came out of the walkie-talkie. Gasol didn’t know whose voice it was, but the following ‘I’m coming too!’ I knew whose voice it was.

The future head of the family. Salome Dumea.

That determined their actions. Gasols jumped down the fortress wall and headed toward the main gate.

And sooner than that, the girl holding the hammer ‘fell’ on the other side of the front door.

Kuuuung – !!!

The girl landed in the middle of a horde of charging monsters and immediately swung her hammer. Lightning flashed following her touch, attracting the attention of the monsters.

If she survived this situation, the legend about her might spread among the citizens of Hiraria.

As long as I survive in this place.

But it meant nothing to her. Because as she wielded her hammer, there was only one person on her mind.

my dawn

Just like that time when you floated in the sea off Incheon, I wait for you to arrive, cutting through the night sky.

My dawn, my dawn, my dawn…

That name that continues to linger in my mind.

As he watched the city blankly, he finally remembered his own name.

Dawn.

***

The boy opened his eyes.

With the warmth of the sun, the smell of fresh earth, and a soft, familiar voice.

-It’s been a while, boy.

The boy, no, now a young man, slowly raised his head. A light so full that he couldn’t see it was looking down at him.

-I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.

In the light, it slowly walked out. It has six legs, a round body that sparkles in gold, and sparkling wings… Dung beetle.

Even though it was an extremely unfamiliar sight, Dawn called its name without realizing it.

“… “Angel?”