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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Two days had passed since Yuma had killed the two gods who had been devouring the continent of Silmaria.
Valcares Empire.
Eastern outer territory, Valhale.
Kwaaaaang!
The red-haired man, Agail, thrust his spear and pierced through the enemies before his eyes.
The bodies of two massive ogres came crashing down to the ground.
Agail’s beast-like yellow eyes gleamed as he continued to move his body savagely.
Drenched in blood, Agail shook his spear shaft vigorously to shake off the blood and flesh that had clung heavily to the spear blade.
Red blood and chunks of flesh scattered in a semicircle.
Agail ground his teeth and pressed forward.
To protect the people who had survived in the territory, he had to pour out all his strength.
Fatigue settled throughout his entire body, but his awakened spirit made the accumulated fatigue in his body feel lighter.
“There are too many of them.”
Too many monsters were swarming everywhere.
Apart from the surging fighting spirit, Agail felt death approaching.
Hwaryuk…
Red energy currents rippled endlessly on the spear blade.
On the ground, mercenaries who had already died lay collapsed in grotesquely twisted positions.
Protruding bones.
Dark red blood that had formed puddles on the floor.
Agail mechanically thrust his spear shaft forward again.
He threw off the ogre’s intestines that had wrapped around his neck like a scarf and gripped the spear shaft again, sticky with the blood of monsters.
Kung─
At that moment, along with a heavy rumble, he looked at the black shadow stirring behind him.
‘Is this as far as I can go?’
He had no strength left to face such a massive creature.
He desperately raised both arms.
Then, a flash of light struck from behind.
White light cut through the shadow befitting the enormous bulk.
The owner of the white light was Bell.
She had cut through the waist of the troll engulfed in madness and demonic energy with a horizontal slash.
The troll’s upper body rolled around.
Kiraaaaak!
Bell beheaded the troll without hesitation.
Bell’s older brother, Haven, also appeared like lightning and saved the family standing behind Agail from the ogre’s grasp.
Agail quickly turned his head to look at the beings who had intruded into the scene.
There were five of them in total.
Blue flames were flickering from the swords of two of them.
Very vivid flames.
“When exactly did you reach Grand Sword Master?”
Haven stood next to Bell, who had just killed the troll.
Bell smiled.
“Brother didn’t tell me either. That you had crossed the wall of Master.”
Very calm conversations that didn’t match the situation continued.
The end point of the conversation concluded as they rushed in opposite directions.
The sword strike that extended from Bell’s sword segmented the body of a giant boar-shaped monster into dozens of pieces.
The chunks of meat that had scattered through the air came crashing down to the floor, spraying blood.
The swordsman of the Hakuya clan, Haven, and three lycanthropes coordinated to slaughter the remaining five ogres.
Agail, who had been rescued by Bell, and the girl who had preserved her life thanks to Haven, looked at the people who had saved them respectively with blank faces.
After Haven and Bell confirmed the safety of the survivors, they were staring intently at Agail.
Haven spoke first.
“At that level, he would definitely be helpful.”
Bell nodded at Haven’s words.
“Right?”
“Yeah.”
The two recalled the request they had heard from Yuma.
To rescue as many people as possible from the Valcares Empire and to rescue useful talents and bring them to Yuma.
That was the mission given to the two of them.
And Bell and Haven, who were geniuses born with a certain degree of bloodline, recognized Agail, who had reached Master through various efforts.
Agail could only look at those speaking while looking at him with a blank face.
“Let’s go. There’s a safe zone near the capital, and the imperial palace is also rebuilding the palace centered around the third prince Ricardo.”
At Haven’s words, not only Agail but also murmuring sounds echoed from among the group of survivors who had gathered closely behind Agail.
“His Highness the third prince Ricardo is alive… what a fortunate thing.”
The village chief of Valhale let out a sigh of relief.
Bell looked beyond Valhale and said.
“Let’s go up slowly.”
Bell, Haiman, and the lycanthropes opened the way.
Except for the cat tribe high priest Hestia, who had been appointed by Yuma as the general supervisor of the task of restoring the Valcares Empire together with the third prince, they were all continuously moving to rescue the people of the Silmaria continent like this.
Including Yuma.
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Yuma spoke to the girl behind him who was riding on Ethan.
“Get ready to get off.”
A voice came from behind.
“Yes.”
It was Cloney’s voice.
Shwaaaak
The griffin slowly landed its body on the ground, drawing acrobatics with its giant wings on both sides.
Yuma got off Ethan first and stepped on the ground while looking up.
Cloney’s small build made it difficult for her to jump down and immediately set foot on the ground.
Of course, Cloney could also land alone by casting magic such as laying wind magic on the ground or casting flight magic on her body, but he had shown consideration so she wouldn’t need to do that.
Cloney was able to plant both feet on the ground by supporting herself on Yuma’s sturdy body.
“Thank you, Lord Yuma.”
A quiet word of thanks flowed into his ears.
After Cloney nodded, she walked quickly, following behind Yuma who was striding forward.
Yuma was currently moving his steps according to what the divine power spread on the ground told him.
The location his current senses told him about was a cave in the vicinity.
Cloney looked up at Yuma and spoke again.
“Please grant me the blessing of the War God whenever I fight. It’s very good because I can glimpse the realm of the 7th Circle.”
“Yeah, I understand.”
There was no reason not to do as she wanted when it helped with growth.
Cloney smiled broadly.
The smile had to be withdrawn in just a moment because dead corpses came into view.
The corpses of those who had completely lost their lives, which even Ermel’s power could do nothing about.
Barren land.
Corpses that had already become one with the ground.
Cloney’s pink lips opened again.
“When will complete peace come?”
Now Cloney also knew quite a lot.
Since she had seen Yuma killing gods not just once or twice, Cloney also roughly knew the current situation of the heavenly realm.
That the heavenly realm was in a state of chaos, not normal.
That only by calming the chaos of that heavenly realm, which was divided into two zones, could the danger that would strike the middle realm also be completely driven away.
Yuma glanced at Cloney and then spoke.
“It won’t take that long.”
Raise divine power as quickly as possible and somehow find a way to enter the divine realm.
And kill five of the remaining Eight Evil Gods and bring complete peace to this world.
That was Yuma’s top priority.
Cloney stared intently at Yuma’s blue eyes with her golden eyes.
As if she would completely see through all the intentions contained in Yuma’s blue eyes.
Step
“When you’ve found all the peace, will you still remain by my side?”
Step
The sound of their footsteps continued to echo in the pitch-black forest.
Yuma spoke after a very brief moment of thought.
“I’ll be by your side. Where else would I have to go?”
Return to the modern world?
‘I don’t know.’
Even if he could do it.
Could he return, abandoning everything he had built on this land?
Leaving all the companions he had gathered here behind.
Could he return alone?
Yuma denied it inwardly.
It was impossible.
‘I can’t leave behind everything I’ve built here and depart.’
The fact that he was contemplating return itself proved that sentiment.
If he had had the same contemplation on the first day he was summoned to this world, he would naturally have concluded that he should return.
Even after a month, he would have reached the conclusion that he should still return.
But not now.
He couldn’t abandon all of this and return alone.
Yuma placed his right hand on the head of Cloney, who was staring intently at him.
He lightly stroked her head once.
“I’ll quickly resolve this situation and… create a peaceful world where you won’t even need to use magic.”
Cloney’s golden eyes stared intently at Yuma.
And she unknowingly puffed out both her cheeks.
“Even in a peaceful world, there will be occasions to use magic. Even when a peaceful world comes… I’ll be by Lord Yuma’s side as a mage.”
Yuma smiled.
“Yeah.”
Yuma knew that Cloney wasn’t angry with him.
Mage.
The profession that had first enabled her to be by Yuma’s side, and what she was best at.
It was her desire to continue maintaining that profession.
“When I reach the 7th Circle, you must appoint me. As an apostle of the War God.”
Cloney couldn’t forget that day.
The day Yuma had appointed Ermel as a saint and appointed Bell as the first apostle of the War God.
More precisely, not that moment, but Bell’s corners of her mouth constantly twitching as she smiled happily.
That somewhat innocent smile that made Bell look a bit vulnerable.
She had envied Bell for simply feeling such happiness.
“Yeah.”
Swish swish swish…
Yuma said that while infusing divine power into his feet.
A monster with a giant bear’s body and a head reminiscent of a bat-like demon was charging toward them.
It was a remnant of the ‘Monster Madness Enhancement’ left by the [Goddess of Dead Bones].
Cloney’s right hand, holding her staff, moved.
Kwarrrrrrung!
The lightning-type magic Thunder, greatly enhanced by the [Blessing of the War God], fell from the dry sky.
The thunder burned the monster’s flesh and even burned its soul.
The two hastened their steps.
The location of the survivors that Silmaria’s divine power had told them about was a cave nearby.
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