Episode 495: The day after the apocalypse (2)

Continental calendar BE 1,020 years.

The river of blood has finally dried up.

The war between the human world and the demon world that lasted for decades was left in history as an eerie record called the 'Age of Destruction'.

And the day when the victory of the human world is engraved on the rock.

A head was hung at the main gate of Tochka, humanity's last fortress.

Baal.

Also known as 'Mother of Destruction'.

72 The spiritual pillar of demons.

The era of destruction came to an end the day its head fell to the ground.

And there were several people who made great contributions to driving Baal and other demons from this land.

'Morg Mu Camus', head of the House of Morgue.

'Osiris les Baskervilles', the head of the Baskerville family.

'Bourgeois Lord Sinclair', the head of the bourgeois family.

Pope of the House of Quo Vadis, 'Dolores Rune Quo Vadis'.

Nouvelle Vague's collection 'Orca Montreuil-sur-Mer Javet… … '.

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There were many other heroes, so humanity was able to continue its existence at least a little.

… … but.

Even though they fought more brilliantly than anyone else, there were also heroes whose names were not recorded in history.

They suddenly appeared one day.

Appearing with the eighth guiding star, they suddenly fell onto the battlefield and drove away demons like lions who promised salvation.

Age unknown, identity unknown, name unknown.

However, the man who was the leader among the six heroes clearly used the swordsmanship of the iron-blooded swordsman Baskerville.

There were many rumors that he was in the rank of Type 9, a rank that he could not rise to in his lifetime, but the truth was never revealed.

In addition, other figures also had many unusual questions and were not included in official history books.

Surprisingly, they had the exact same appearance and the same powers as existing characters. Representative examples include 'Morg Mu Camus', 'Dolores Lune Quo Vadis', and 'Bourgeoisie Sinclair', which are among the heroes who saved humanity.

Some were from barbarian warrior tribes that had been exterminated long ago, and there were also deserter guards of unknown rank who were vaguely assumed to have once belonged to the Nouvelle Vague.

In the end, Baal was defeated by their hands and a long period of peace came to mankind.

Immediately after the end of the Age of Destruction, they were able to receive recognition for only a small portion of their enormous achievements and receive a small amount of territory.

It's the same joy, the same joy, the same joy.

They withdrew from the ugly squabbles over the public domain, and, satisfied with a small amount of compensation (considering their merits, a level so small that it would be considered absurd), they quietly retired to their territory and have not been seen in the world since.

However, the world only assumes that they are living a quiet and comfortable final years with a large family and many children.

… … .

however.

As a conscientious officer, a passionate historian, a writer loved by the public, and a survivor of an era of destruction, I could not help but have additional questions while writing this diary.

Where did they come from and where are they going?

Who are they and what purposes and thoughts did they live with?

This is a problem that cannot be answered no matter how much we think about it and study it, and at the same time, it is a task that the author and all of humanity, whose lives were saved by them, will have to study for the rest of their lives.

In a situation where everything is questionable, the guiding constellation they came down to today is silent and only shines brightly.

Seven stars shining ever brighter... …

-'Nymphet' from 『History of Magic』, volume 3,021 pages-

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Whiiiiing-

A dry wind blows, peeling off a layer of the desert skin.

Black blood blowing in the wind, and a long gray beard.

An old man was walking on the salt flat.

Is this a side effect of being a time traveler?

A body that grows one year old only when others have lived ten or twenty years old.

The children grow up, and the children's children grow up, and the children's children's children grow up, and again, and again... … Anyway, quite a long time has passed.

The old man is now ready to leave.

Throwing away all the restraints and shackles, I surrendered myself to the instincts that I had been suppressing for a very, very long time.

Whiiiiing-

The cold wind blows once again, carving away the rocks.

The old man rode silently over the crescent-shaped sand dunes covered in salty salt sand.

yet.

The old man began to see what he was looking for.

It's top.

It was a dark red tower sticking out above the white horizon.

This tower, which looked like an awl sticking out of the ground, contained both the black color of the night sky and the red color of blood.

'Grave of stabbing'

The old man looked at the crude writing written in front of the tower and nodded quietly.

"… … A true Baskerville is born in the 'cradle of stabs.'"

After a moment of silence, the old man continued.

"… … A true Baskerville dies in the 'grave of the stabs.'"

Right then.

[This is the grave of the stabbing. The final destination for those who pursue the ultimate purpose of the sword.]

There was a loud sound of laughter echoing from inside the tower.

Soon, the upper part of the tower opened wide like a dog's mouth.

Inside the tower, there was a steel throne and an old man in black armor sitting on it.

A Baskerville with a long white beard.

He is the former Seven Counts who went through difficult times and was the strongest man in mankind who could not do anything even in the era of destruction.

He stroked his pure white beard and smiled broadly.

[It's definitely a familiar face even though it's my first time seeing it. Does the intuition of a superman who has reached the highest realm transcend even time and space?]

The gray-bearded old man did not respond to the white-bearded old man's words.

He simply pulled out a dark red blade with the back of his hand.

The white-bearded old man smiled with utmost satisfaction as he looked at the energy the gray-bearded old man was giving off.

yet.

Two old men with white and gray beards swung their swords at each other.

It was a very fleeting moment.

The moment when nine teeth meet nine teeth.

The gray-bearded old man stopped moving as if he had been struck by lightning.

And in the meantime, my body trembled as if something that had been blocked for a long time had been opened.

At the same time, space and time began to distort.

… Quick!

While the nine teeth were furiously tangling, a small ray of light twinkled.

It's teeth. It was the tenth tooth.

It was so small that you couldn't even see it, but it was definitely next to the nine teeth.

yet. The storm subsided.

There is only one person left. There was only one gray-bearded old man.

He raised his head and looked at the tower.

After standing like that for a while, I slowly took a step back.

Inside the tower.

And behind the gray-bearded old man slowly entering the tower.

[Your birth will be like the birth of a sword, and your death will be like the death of a sword.]

The voice of the old man with the white beard, who had now disappeared, was slowly becoming distant.

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… Quack!

A hot fire rose up with a loud explosion.

"Who says it will end the way it wants!?"

A woman was so angry that she was stamping her feet.

"Ah-oh! Is it a side effect of time travel or something? They made me into a body that never ages and are already trying to send me to a venomous workshop!? This is really a dog that can't give up its old habit of running away without saying a word! "I guess someone isn't from the Baskervilles!"

Her red hair glows like a volcano exploding.

All around, red-hot flames and black iron skewers were rising fiercely.

And next to her, jumping up and down, was a woman with bronze skin.

The strong muscles, the bow on his back, and the choker around his neck were impressive.

"I want to have many children. It's still not enough to rebuild our tribe. And at a time when the human population is so small that fertility is encouraged as a virtue... … "You have to fill at least three figures."

An indigenous woman preaching the virtues of fertility.

And next to her, a woman in a white nun's uniform can be seen knitting in a calm manner.

"Oh my. Everyone, calm down. Excessive excitement is bad for your body. Well, at this point, it's almost half-god territory anyway, so there's no chance of getting hurt... … . oh? Hey, is that really it? Just because the body has become stronger and supreme... … Are you asking for too much? I guess that's why he felt scared and left!?"

A saint who has a calm demeanor but is the first to panic.

The person who spoke next was a woman who looked good with short-cut white hair.

"Hyung, stop being lazy. So it popped out again. They fight like this all the time, but I guess I was so upset that I ran away. Wherever I go, it always follows me around. "A person must have faith."

A woman with white hair who criticizes other women.

The last person to participate in the conversation was a woman with black hair, red eyes, and a somewhat cold appearance.

"Leave it to me. Catching runaway prisoners is my specialty. "This time, I found out where he ran away."

Then all the women's eyes sparkle.

"where? "Where did you go this time?"

"It's obvious. "Isn't it the desert again?"

"If you went looking for that top, I'm disappointed. It's always the same pattern."

"It seems like something is a little different this time?"

"don't worry. I already found that tower. "I have completed two field trips, so I can visit with my eyes closed."

The five women instantly joined forces.

Even though we always bickered and fought, when situations like this came up, we always worked together to solve the problem right away.

"Just wait and see! If you get caught this time, you'll be sentenced to 50 years in prison! "He's dead!"

"Wow, the bitch who will cry and snot out her tears and beg you to come back whenever we meet is always good at talking."

"I miss you already. I don't want to be away even for a moment... … ."

"What are you worried about? I have a lot of time. By the way, if I get caught this time, my brother's allowance will have to be cut in half."

"Isn't it because they keep reducing my allowance like that that I'm running away from home?"

"Then, instead of cutting your pocket money in half, how about doubling the number of defensive battles?"

"I think they'll be more scared of that."

"I like just watching from the side."

"Ugh, how many decades have you been shy, really?"

"But this time, it really seemed like he was trying to run away from home."

"hey! That's right, it's a tomb of stab wounds! It's obvious. "I marked it all on the map."

"Oh, there? The place guarded by that basilisk? "He hasn't come out since I beat him up so hard the last time I visited the dictionary."

"If they were thinking about guidance, they would have already been scared and moved their nests. "It's a high-ranking monster with a high level of intelligence."

"Anyway, isn't it time to find out?"

"Oh, there! see!"

Five talkative women cross the desert and go to the tower.

[A life where you have to run away from chase until the end of your life. Words that reflect on loneliness and solitude.]

[But those who pursue you will find you. And in the end, you will reach where you are.]

[You cannot run away from them. forever. forever.]

[see. The angry expressions of those chasing you. Your miserable future will be bound and bound by them forever.]

It was the moment when the ominous oracle that someone had predicted a long time ago came true.

[In the end, it will break into five pieces!]

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