Chapter 418 – The Pure White Sword

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There is such a thing as a flashlight.

It is that right before a person dies, he looks back on his life his as a fantasy.

Some claim to exist to look at their faults or regrets on the verge of life.

Someone denies the existence of a kaleidoscope, saying that it is only a ‘hopeful item’ that is considered to exist because the human’s convenient ‘I wish it’ moved again.

Either way the truth of that story is now in her eyes. Right away. Beyond the swaying sight in the dying flame of life.

Her own past her catches her attention her.

In Eve’s laboratory, it was created as the coordinator of the clan of dark horses to be paired with.

Under the burning earth, deep underground, he underwent the destruction of the primordial world, and after that, he went into frozen sleep and lived only in darkness and cold until he met Cain.

And, a fateful encounter.

The girl met the boy and struggled to survive on the continent with him.

As the boy became emperor, he gradually turned evil with the girl by his side.

Now that I think about it, Lilim’s life has failed at this point.

Her mission given to her, the reason she was created.

The role of a leash and reins to control the clan, called the dark horse clan, who had defects from birth.

Control their emotions and eliminate birth defects, so that they do not run wild more than necessary.

Mix blood, mix genes.

In order to thwart Adam’s plan, they create an ideal lineage with their own hands.

However, as if Cain was okay with Lilim’s mission her, she tried to spread her cause her as if she was going to stop Adam in her own way, her own way-

Because it was too much, neglecting the lives of others, and causing pain to many people, and as a result, became the enemy of the world.

Because of the intervention of the system to purify the world’s virus, the hero, everything collapsed and their dreams and plans came to nothing.

While Lilim was asleep, while Cain plunged the world into the flames of war, Adam was gradually moving towards his goal her, and now he was on the verge of reaching out to her.

Fate was torn to pieces, and with the death of Cain, the mission became unattainable.

Even if he reincarnated and a new reincarnated person was born, how many more years would Lilim have to live alone in the meantime?

Ten years? Maybe a unit of a hundred years is needed.

Unlike him, it was impossible for him to be reborn with a new look and a new name.

So, he couldn’t die.

The shame and regret of not being able to stop Cain by his side are all buried.

In order to do the work entrusted with words only next time, to be with that person as the hope of the world.

It was to throw away the human mind and body.

Lilim became a demon by using the secret arts of the Megiddo clan.

While waiting for her reincarnation her to be reborn, she also helped her by the side of her Ishtar, who was hostile to her Adam her.

This time, I thought that I would be by that person’s side, whisper love to that person as planned, and promise eternity with that person.

But of course.

There was no way that the last button on the clothes with the wrong first button would go through the right hole.

The karma circled around, cutting her throat.

Because she did not exist as ‘good’, it was a fitting end for her body, which was stained with ‘evil’.

Lilim recalled in her head her.

Looking at all this past, what would she think if she had feelings for herself now?

Would she regret it, or would she be resentful?

If it weren’t for that, she would have struggled and said she didn’t want to die, pouring out despair and sadness.

Would she have spoken her apologies to Amelia, to all the victims who had been pushed into the abyss of her sorrow because of her?

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Lilim fell from the sky to the ground, drooping like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

Although not from a very high position, gravity forces her body to free fall, as she crashes into the ground with a thud.

If she got close to her, she would n’t have been able to see what would happen to her body her on the ground without falling or moving.

Now, she knew very well that the body her would not move.

The amount of blood spewing from her neck was not unusual even if she died instantly, and the blood that spread across the ground colored the ground like a flower.

“Lil, rim…”

After receiving Cleon, Sasha looked at Lilim in disbelief.

It happened so quickly that she wondered if she was seeing a fantasy of her.

Cleon stumbled and tried to get up from her seat her, but her expression her hardened as she looked where Sasha’s eyes her were headed.

[…

Neither Ruben nor Caliburn could say anything while looking at her miserable face her.

Only Amelia—no, the will of the Black Lotus Crystal dominating her body—sighed in annoyance and wiped the blood off her hands her.

“It was useless… Thanks to you, Cleon was freed and abandoned.”

She looked down at Lilim’s corpse with contempt in her eyes, as if she had done something wrong.

“──!!!”

The next moment, Sasha felt the hairs on her entire body her stand upside down.

Obviously, Lilim, who was a demon, is an unforgivable villain.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this disaster has happened because of her.

An inescapable rage took over her body her as her memories of herself understanding it and of her reliming her as an innocent child after losing her memories her crossed her mind.

Right now, in front of my eyes, which one had lost its life?

If Lilim had died as a demon, she might have understood it to some extent.

No, even if she did n’t understand, her sorrow she might have been less than now.

But Sasha, more than any other member of her party, had interacted with her young child her, Lilim, by staying by her side her.

If she said she wasn’t attached, she had to be lying.

“Kuu, ha… Ha…!”

So, Sasha tried to suppress her own mixed feelings of her.

The reason she is angry with herself now is because she thinks she can be an insult to her victims.

But she’s only a 14-year-old girl, and she’s not even old enough to suppress her emotions with her reason and always judge her rationally.

Even if we put aside the fact that human beings are not like that.

At that time, Cleon’s hand her, which had risen while staggering, was placed on top of her head.

Considering that the usual Cleon did n’t intentionally stroke someone’s head, Cleon’s behavior was enough to touch Sasha’s emotional line her.

“…It’s okay, Sasha…You just have to be honest with your feelings. There’s nothing wrong with grieving someone’s death.”

“Aww…!”

Even if kindness is a weak part of human beings, Cleon respects Sasha’s fragility of her.

At Cleon’s hand stroking her own hair, Sasha finally burst into tears.

She had not yet experienced the death of her comrades her.

“Chit…”

Looking at Sasha through her cries her, Amelia looked down at her displeasedly.

Cleon looked down at his body her with no magic power left and at his own wounds that had burst.

I’m out of breath, and my mind is hazy.

Anyway, I understood what I had to do.

Once again, he subdues Amelia, who is being possessed by the Black Lotus Crystal, and separates her from her crystal flower her.

“Caliburn.”

“Yes-“

When Cleon called her name her, the holy sword pulled from Sasha’s waist her glowed, revealing her human form her.

A barefoot girl wearing a white dress with no decorations on the wall with blonde hair.

And, the wings growing from her back her gently wrapped around Sasha and Cleon.

At the same time, the barrier of healing power that heals Sasha and Cleon’s bodies spreads, and the scars on their bodies gradually disappear.

“The power of the cumbersome holy sword…”

Amelia gathers her dark magic once again in order to suppress the power of the holy sword from above.

[…That’s dangerous Cleon-sama]

And when Ruben, feeling the presence of her, pricked her ears and relayed the voice to Cleon, Cleon looked up at Amelia, who was slowly trying to use his strength to kill herself.

“… Mr. Cleon, I…”

When Sasha tries to tell her something her, Cleon pats her on the shoulder as if it’s okay, then looks at Caliburn and says it.

“Caliburn. Lend me your strength.”

“Whoa~ Does that mean ‘even more than before’?”

At Caliburn’s words, Cleon nods her head without hesitation.

“Did you know~? Originally, the power of the holy sword and the power of the Dark Demon clan repel each other~ Every time Cleon increases the output of my holy sword, Cleon’s body will reject it~”

“I know.”

Cleon nods at Caliburn’s warning.

But- Galatea is also sealed in the Black Crystal, now that her magical energy her has been exhausted.

In order to stop Amelia from wielding more black magic than her own her, she desperately needed her holy sword, her power her.

“I’m sorry that I’m not a hero to save the world, but a clan of black horses that bring chaos… Caliburn. I want you to lend me all your strength.”

As dark magic gathered above her head her, Caliburn, who saw Cleon’s determined face her, responded with a slightly relaxed smile as usual.

“Eh… That kind of word doesn’t suit the mood a bit~ If you’re serious, that’s Cleon’s strong point, but…”

“…”

At Caliburn’s words, Cleon gave an expression of unsure, and she met her eyes with hers.

“I don’t need a contract or a promise. It doesn’t matter if you’re from the dark horse clan. The day you called my name, I’ve already decided everything. I, if you need me-“

So says Caliburn, she steps over to Cleon, lifts her heel her, and brings her face her close to her own her, towards Cleon’s face her.

“Why am I your trump card? I’ll let the enemies know.”

Her voice she speaks in a whisper.

And on top of their heads, before long, a huge hammer made of an overwhelming amount of dark magic and crystals was completed.

At this rate, it seemed as if they could make it thinner than a sheet of paper while stamping and pressing it.

“Caliburn. I need you.”

“Whoa… Cleon’s desperate face… I like it~”

The next moment, Amelia’s hammer falls towards them.

While distorting and destroying the barrier as a whole.

It is to suppress Cleon, Caliburn, and Sasha underneath them at the same time.

Kwaz that is! There was a sound like something being crushed.

Amelia looks at it with an expressionless expression, then she covers her mouth as if she is sorry.

“…I shouldn’t have killed Cleon.”

So angry at being disturbed by Lilim, he even killed Cleon, the host her who planted her seed her.

I can’t believe he died so easily.

But then, Amelia senses something is wrong with her and covers her own face with her trembling hands.

‘—Oh, me, why. Even though I killed Cleon…’

Obviously, what she was trying to protect was none other than Cleon, whom she had killed.

First to heal his wounds her, then to keep him out of this unkind world.

I was getting such a powerful power, and I was getting rid of everything that got in my way.

“Why, even though I killed Cleon… I’m not sad at all…?”

Feeling uncomfortable at the line of emotion that contradicted her purpose, Amelia grabbed her head her.

“Ah, ahh… I hate it. Wrong I…!”

Amelia, aware of her own twist her, buried by her anger her, struggles in her pain as she struggles as if she can’t define herself.

‘I really, for Cleon’s sake… I wanted to spend eternity with him…!’

Then, at that moment, she remembers. The story Cleon told him.

He was not Amelia Chaldearis.

Her black crystal flower self of her, which is parasitic to her, is eaten by her Amelia’s feelings of her, mistaking her identity of her for herself, and using her memories to imitate her of her .

“That can’t be, I can’t… I am, Amelia Chaldearis… No matter what anyone says, I have the right to justly avenge this world… Because… !”

She trembles with fear as she has a premonition that her own ego will collapse when her invisible boundaries her begin to appear.

However, the next moment, an even greater sense of incongruity made her stop her trembling body her and look around her.

‘Even though Cleon, the magician, died… Is the small area maintained?’

It would be more accurate to say that it was Galatea’s power, not Cleon’s.

It is only natural that even that Galatea would lose its power her and perish if Cleon, its owner and contractor, disappeared.

In an instant, her gaze turned to Galatea, whom she had sealed and pinned to the ground.

Then, there was only the figure of Galatea, which was still lying there, with no sign of disappearing.

“──?”

Just like that, she was seized by an indelible sense of incongruity, and the next moment her concentration her was disturbed.

If you think you heard the sound of kwajik from below.

The next moment, a rush of golden slashes flew in.

“!?”

If she hadn’t bent her body her, defending herself with her tail-

Awesome! She was even under the illusion that her torso her might have been severed off, with her tail her being cut off at the same time.

And- a severed tail does not heal easily.

Even if you try to collect dark magic, the ‘Reverberation of Divine Magic’ that remains in the wound prevents regeneration.

Even the shattered black hammer was scattered with magical power, revealing the figures of those who were crouching beneath it.

“Clue, Leon…!”

Amelia spat out her words in astonishment as she gazed at the figure of the man standing there.

In that place, Cleon stood proudly with the holy sword Caliburn in his hand.

The hammer from earlier didn’t seem to do them any damage.

However, what stands out is, of course, Cleon’s figure.

Pure white armor infused with divine magic.

And, decorations like the Caliburn in her hand.

The color of her hair and eyes was dyed white, as if the color had been lost from the original black color.

Instead of being black-haired and black-eyed, he became a white-haired and white-eyed swordsman.

Amelia, who saw that figure, naturally gets the impression that she is somehow similar to ‘Aruru’, who had been dealing with her until now.

No, to be exact, it’s not Aruru, but the concept of ‘hero’ itself.

“Did you accept all of Caliburn’s power…! Cleon!”

Just like Quon, it is the manifestation of armor that appears when all the power of the holy sword is accepted.

It was also a power that only a few of the warriors who had formally signed a contract with the holy sword could use.

Since it is naturally learned by communing with the awakened holy sword for a long time, there will be no problem using it if you are a hero with a long career, but-

If it was Cleon, there was also a problem.

That he is a ‘dark horse clan’ that is extremely incompatible with divine magic power.

Besides, as a magic swordsman, he lived as if soaking himself in black magic, so it was natural for him to react negatively when divine magic covered his body.

“…”

In fact, Cleon’s skin under the armor was gradually being burned by divine magic.

Although the recovery magic that heals the wound is being activated at the same time, it must be a wound that is slowly eating away at Cleon’s body.

Cleon took a deep breath as if nothing was wrong with the pain and wounds and then spoke to Sasha.

“Sasha. Stay by Lilim’s side.”

“Yes Yes!”

Sasha looked up at him, as if a little taken aback by Cleon’s change her, and when she heard his story her, she got up from her chair, gathered her equipment, and ran towards the place where Lilim’s body was hanging.

“—I’m glad you’re alive, Cleon.”

“…”

Amelia looks down at Cleon, and she talks a little calmer.

However, she still feels a contradiction in her own heart her, which is not at all reassuring to her.

Rather, as the anxiety accelerates, the idea that he has to do something about him instinctively dominates his head.

As if he had seen through Amelia’s head her.

Cleon sighs and aims his longsword at Amelia.

“Slowly return the body to Amelia.”

“…”

Amelia’s expression turns grim at once.

“This body belongs to me. It belongs to no one else, but to me, Amelia Chaldearis.”

“Yes. The body belongs to Amelia.”

Cleon nodded her head at her words her, then lowered her body into a stance.

“So, it’s not yours.”

At the same time, her white flash she leaps out of her and approaches her floating in the air.

“Ugh!?”

Amelia’s body her stiffened momentarily at that explosive speed, and her defense slowed her down.

“…Now, I don’t do hand-to-hand.”

That was a death sentence for the black crystal flower.