Chapter 408 – Considerations

Turn back time a bit, before the turbid union and reckless roar collapsed.

Corrupted Carla. Another Karla, whom some call Tarla for short, brought out Yandel’s records obtained from the former Marquis’s mansion in Cyprus the other day.

A bundle of documents with all the courses from the moment you entered the academy. After reading it over and over again, Tarla began reading it again.

That’s because it was full of unbelievable content for her, who had memories of her half-destroyed world.

‘It’s not a story that ends with subduing a few cultists and clearing a dungeon.”

A journey of knowing exactly the size and ability of the evil god church and slowly dismantling it from the tip of her toes. No matter how much knowledge of the future they knew, it was neither a plan they could easily make nor a feat they could accomplish.

‘This is only possible for those who have been frustrated and worried for a long time, but have not been able to give up their lingering attachments.’

In the first place, memories of the future are not omnipotent. Right now, Tarla herself has memories of a different future, but that doesn’t lead to the secrets of other evil god churches.

Whether victorious or defeated, this is allowed only to those who tenaciously uncover secrets and regret the past for not making better choices every moment.

Of course, all that tenacity and despair belonged to Fafnir… For Tarla, who does not know the details, it is natural to mistake it for Yandel’s.

‘But there’s one thing I don’t understand.’

Why didn’t she kill herself?

Yandel’s move was splendid, but the principle of action was very simple.

Cultists kill. If they are hiding, find them and kill them. Even if he didn’t do anything, he would kill him first. Kill them all anyway

Murder and hate. Isn’t that the only man who seems to be the whole world?

… Of course, Tarla’s subjectivity, which had gone slightly insane, intervened here, but I didn’t notice it because it was literally subjective.

At best, she just wanted to see that she had a lot of women around her, so she could brighten up her color a bit.

It was Yandel who took a hard line with the cultists without any compromise, but there was one exception.

Carla Lindelheit. She was herself.

“Why didn’t you kill her? No, I understand that she conceded a hundred times and made her a slave to live. If she’s a woman who’s going to be an apostle of evil spirits, she’s accumulated a lot, so she might want to vent her anger. … But did she spend all her money to buy and pamper her? Why?”

There was a reason attached to the document.

In order to inherit her vision of Lindelheite, the High Magic Family took her as her slave, treated her well, and made her her teacher.

Tarla didn’t believe a single thing.

‘When I think of Yandel now, even if it wasn’t for Lindelheight’s magic, she would have been able to become stronger. There must be a reason.’

As much as Lindel Heightcore imitated Dragon Heart, she must have had a good compatibility with Yandel, who seems to have a deep connection with dragons.

But she didn’t see that as a reason to spare her prospective apostle.

‘It’s not possible, but… Could something happen to me in the future?’

Since she was a Tarla who did not know the existence of her inability to respond to mana, her reasoning was wrong from the very beginning. However, it was the most plausible conclusion for Tarla, who was brought in without seeing her own ending.

As if to instill confidence in Tarla’s misunderstanding, Yandel in her records was focused on uncovering the identity of the seething silence.

Even at a time when she hadn’t yet built up enough power, Yandel willingly confronted the empress of her empire. She is for Carla, not for anyone else.

“If…”

If she had someone like Yandel herself. If so, she would have been a little different than she is now.

Tarla unknowingly tore at her collar at the tingling that flowed from the depths of her chest.

He shook his head, forcibly suppressing the envy that rose like a sharp awl.

‘Anyway, there’s someone else I really need revenge on.’

I didn’t know before. It was because he hated the world that framed him and hated the people he sympathized with, so he couldn’t stand it unless he was brought down to the same level as himself.

Resentment, regret, despair, self-reproach, hatred, anger, resignation, jealousy, etc. All kinds of negative emotions made Tarla the perfect vessel for evil spirits.

Thanks to this, Tarla gained strength and destroyed the world with joy. That’s why she feels even a little gratitude to the ugly prosperous who reached out to her.

But that evil spirit… To think that the seething silence would have brought down the Lindelheit family.

Even after killing the Marquis of Cyprus twice, the flames of vengeance that did not go out and wandered slowly converged in one direction.

Are fireworks also flowers? The corner of the mouth that rises gently as if blooming. A bewitching smile crept across Tarla’s face.

“It’s just fine.”

Now, quite a while has passed since I was born again. Tarla was well aware that her body was creaking somewhere.

It wasn’t that her body was in pain, that her lifespan was dying, or that she was breaking because she held power in a body that was not an apostle.

A twist in a slightly more fundamental part. The body and memory are intact, but the sense of incongruity is felt due to the absence of the soul.

A chronic problem of created beings. Fafnir had already failed once and pulled the soul itself, but the boiling silence was inexperienced, so it was the same trial and error.

In the first place, Tarla’s existence itself was to fuck Yandel, so he may not have cared about her even knowing it…

Even if she tried to solve it, in the end, Tarla is a record of stealing and scratching the future that can’t happen anymore.

It is said that the soul itself to be drawn does not exist because it is not an existence that existed somewhere, but only materialized a possibility, and is essentially nothing more than Carla’s shadow.

If there was a way, it would be to steal Carla’s soul at this time, or overlay her memories on top of it.

However, it is obvious that the rightful owner of her soul will be swallowed up by Tarla as the current Karlani.

More than anything else, Tarla herself didn’t want to do that.

It’s as if she admits that she’s nothing more than a fake of Karla and is desperate to usurp her place as the real one.

She was not even worth considering for Tarla, who considered herself an independent being.

Then, should she continue to live as a soulless being and be eaten by her Distortion?

“It is not. There is a way.”

Regardless of this, Tarla was an ugly prosperous apostle. It is said that she was a person who handled the ugly power of prosperity better than anyone else.

Enough to imitate the miracle of reincarnation that the ugly prosperity used to escape the seal.

If she succeeds then even Tarl has a soul of her own… She will get life in the true sense.

The problem is that in order to cause the miracle of being reborn like that, an enormous amount of divine power is required.

It was an infinitely far-off task for Tarla, who had not been able to rise to the rank of god and could not.

But she was lucky. Surprisingly, in this day and age, there are god slayers who hunt evil spirits.

“You don’t have to eat everything. Even a part of it is good, so if you digest the remnants of various evil gods, that will be enough.”

Tarla, who had Yandel’s record in her bosom, took out her map.

Her hazy ruby ​​eyes fixed on Nidavalir.

***

Arriving in Nida Valle, Tarla realized that she was a little late.

The two evil gods had already joined forces to become one incarnation, and Yandel was barely holding on.

Not even Tarl could have thought that the two demons would join hands.

‘I can’t let him fall here.’

The idea was only possible because Tarla, who had vaguely burning anger toward the world, was focused on the evil spirits and developed curiosity by reading Yandel’s records.

However, if it was regretful, if it was fortunate, if it was fortunate, Yandel wasn’t just wasting time without thinking.

The blessing of steel crashed into a giant golem that had already been concluded to be impossible, and out of nowhere, Yandel boarded it and started fighting the giant.

A sight I hadn’t even thought of. Yandel, who rode the golem, showed a wonderful battle and drove the two evil gods, and finally proved the name of the god slayer at the same time as the morning sun was bright.

But is it really because he fought with all his might? The golem stopped in the air and began to fall helplessly.

Yandel’s party on top of the castle wall hurriedly flew away, but it was a little late. At this rate, Yandel would be seriously injured or even die.

The moment she thought about it, Tarla moved his body without realizing it.

Thanks to that, I managed to get the golem, and I had a short Q&A with Yandel while taking hostages for the women who had followed me belatedly.

‘It’s a little surprising.’

It wasn’t surprising that the premise was the death of an evil god. Because he was like that. However, he never imagined that he would really take the risk just for Fay.

Fighting instead to prove you weren’t wrong. How arrogant and yet extremely affectionate these words are.

In addition, to the appearance of trying to check the safety of his party first rather than his own comfort.

Tarla corrected Yandel’s evaluation in her head.

‘It seems that his woman is as precious as his unconditional enmity towards the evil spirit.’

As someone who had gone through an equally terrible future (I’m mistaken for myself), Tarla could understand.

You must have lost someone dear to you.

Did the sense of kinship ease your mind? Tarla asked a question she hadn’t intended to ask.

A question about her own end.

At first, Yandel was embarrassed and kept silent, but at Tarla’s urging, he cautiously continued.

I realized from the longing, pity, sorry, and confession of murder filled with affection.

‘Ah!’

This person liked me But I couldn’t put down my vengeance, so in the end I had to kill myself. Maybe I wasn’t the precious person I lost?

It must have been that he wanted to save himself as soon as he returned to the past as a result of his resentment.

… Of course, it was all a mistake, but there was no one here to correct it.

That’s what observation is. It may have felt like perfect logic and enlightenment to oneself, but in reality, it is often nothing more than an extremely subjective delusion.

Regardless of whether it was authentic or not, Tarla, who felt a bit strange, unknowingly laughed and tapped her Yandel on the shoulder.

“I saved your life once, so next time you’ll save mine.”

Your regrets and efforts were not in vain. Thanks to you, I know my true enemy, and I will no longer engage in indiscriminate killing.

So this time, each other doesn’t have to try to kill each other.

Was that meaning conveyed correctly?

“Uh?”

Yandel blinks with a stupid expression. Seeing that, she averted her gaze without realizing it.

“If you understand, don’t ask. Oh, and I will take that, so you know.”

Then, without looking back, he took two of the giant’s necks and unleashed the power of stealth.

The remnants of the evil spirits collected with this are four. If you get three more from now on, Tarla can be reborn as a whole being.

‘The strange feeling I’m feeling right now is definitely because of the expectation of becoming whole.’

Tarla thought so and left the seat.

He didn’t know that Yandel, whose coma was taken out of nowhere, was reminding himself of his hostility.