105 – The True Legacy of the Invitation (3)
At first, I thought it was an illusion.
However, unlike the vision that King Seong showed, the memory was very vivid.
This is─
‘Regression?’
Save & Load, which appeared in Garden of Thorns, wasn’t a convenience in the game…? .
“This is a fragment of a moment, right? Why is this here….”
You can feel the remnants of indescribable power in this fleeting piece that seemed like a simple notebook.
And as if resonating with such a fleeting fragment, the holy sword left behind by the guest began to respond.
[Don’t leave everything to your choice.]
What is entrusted to you?
I wanted to ask that.
But perhaps they had already decided that their role had been fulfilled, the writings left by the guest began to be erased.
At the same time, the fleeting piece in Priscilla’s hand disintegrated and began to flutter in all directions.
“This is a holy relic! We have to catch it, Priscilla!”
“Yes, yes!”
We stretched out our hands toward the fleeting fragments fluttering in all directions.
The moment he held that fleeting piece in his hand, something crossed his mind.
─ The sword of the empire! That’s amazing, Kyle!
─ Well, it’s natural, right? Umm… Still, it’s all thanks to you, Saint Cynthia.
Kyle, who had a more adult appearance than now, looked up at Cynthia, who also had an adult appearance, and got down on her knees.
─ Don’t forget your promise that day. Before I am the sword of the Empire, I am your sword.
And then there was the scene where she kissed the back of Cynthia’s hand, who had tears in her eyes with an expression of emotion.
Time has passed since then.
The next sight that caught my eye was the sight of the empire becoming a sea of fire.
The monster-like beings seen in the Holy Kingdom rampaged through the islands, and the screams of the people crying out for help rang out from all directions.
─ Cynthia…. What on earth is this?! Why, why are you a saint?!
─ My, what have I done….
─ Cynthia!!!
“….”
What is this scene….
I reached out my hand again and caught the fleeting piece.
Then something crossed my head again.
─ Are you okay, Johan?
─ To be honest, I don’t really feel it. I never thought I would be nominated as a knight commander.
─ Is that so? Am I a saint too?
─ The saint is a hero who saved the empire.
─ That goes for you too, John.
Cynthia and a man named John, who stopped the darkness that had invaded the empire, returned to the Holy Kingdom.
The story was that John became the knight commander of the Holy Kingdom, and Cynthia would soon become the Holy King of the Holy Kingdom.
But this story also had an end.
─ Is this the identity of the God I believed in and followed? .
─ John…. What did I do….
─ Ugh….
John, who became the knight commander of the Holy Kingdom, drew his sword and aimed it at Cynthia.
─ I’m sorry for not being able to protect you. Now… We will make it easy for you….
“….”
Is this a miracle shown by a fragment of a moment, or is it another possibility in this world? .
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I reached out again to the fleeting fragments floating around.
It wasn’t overly stretched.
It was a very natural movement, like just grabbing the air in the air.
With that alone, the fleeting pieces were sucked into my hands as if in a certain order.
─ How do you feel about becoming the emperor of an empire?
─ To be honest, it doesn’t feel real at all.
─ It certainly feels that way, right? You’re the emperor, but you’re so careful….
─ I don’t really feel like I have become an emperor yet.
─ His Majesty Dior. No matter what anyone says, you are the one who saved this empire. Cheer up!
This is the scene of Dior, who became the emperor of the empire and received praise from the people, and Cynthia, who became the empress, waving to the people.
I became the emperor of the empire I dreamed of.
Nevertheless, Dior looked somewhat anxious.
You cut off your brother’s head and ascended to the throne, Dior.
Look a little confident.
At least then the people will trust and follow you.
Even if I cannot become the sun, I must become a torch that brightens the night.
I was thinking about that and just blankly watching the story.
─ Ah, I see….
The island was overrun, and cries for help were rampant from all directions.
Dior looked at the scene and smiled with a helpless expression.
─ The remaining fire cannot become the sun….
Sereung.
Dior slowly drew his sword.
Then he thrust his sword towards the person who created this scene.
─ I loved you, Cynthia….
Emotionless eyes turned towards Dior, as if being controlled by someone.
Dior gritted his teeth and shed tears.
─ I will follow soon….
I thought that other routes except the Dior route would have a happy ending.
But at the end of the story, only the destruction of the empire awaited.
… Is it Maximilian’s turn now?
I gritted my teeth and stretched out my hand.
Unlike before, this time I saw the system in flames from the beginning.
─ Priscilla!!!
Maximilian, filled with anger, ran forward, clutching his sword.
Priscilla, who had become a witch, extended her right hand towards Maximilian.
Then, black thorn-like beings born from her shadow stretched out towards Maximilian.
The Maximilian in this story was much stronger than I am now.
He possessed swordsmanship skills comparable to that of Kyle, and he was also very good at using the mana of the sun.
Nevertheless, it could not overwhelm Priscilla.
─ Max!
Then, when he received Cynthia’s assistance, Maximilian gained strength again and ran through her system.
─ Ugh!
But Priscilla, who became a witch, had faster sword thorns than Maximilian’s sword.
Die.
It was a moment of such confidence.
As if time had stopped, the black thorns that Priscilla had extended stopped.
It was truly a fleeting moment.
Priscilla’s expressionless face, as if she had lost her soul, felt a flash of emotion for just a moment.
But Maximilian, without noticing him, rushed at Priscilla and stabbed her with his sword.
My teeth were clenched.
Even though she knew it was just an illusion shown by a fleeting fragment, she felt like she was losing her mind at the sight before her eyes.
─ I loved you…. Maxi, Milian…. Sorry….
Last moment.
Priscilla whispers her love to Maximilian, and then she loses her life.
My vision became blurred.
The next moment showed a peaceful system unlike before.
─ Max? Why are you doing this?
─ I am looking at flowers.
─ Flowers?
─ Yes.
This will be the last of the Maximilian route.
The Maximilian in front of you is wearing a attire that is only permitted to the emperor of the empire.
─ It’s Phrygia.
─ Because I was concerned about what the witch said.
─ Never mind. Because they were the words of a witch who was favored by an evil god.
─ I guess so. But….
Maximilian carefully touched her petals, as if he was bothered by something about her.
─ That was an unavoidable attack. It was an attack that probably killed her.
As Maximilian said this, she made a confused expression as if she was recalling her scene at that moment.
─ Is it that story again?
─ Every time she thinks of that witch, her heart flutters.
─ Even though she is a witch, she committed her murder….
─ A weakness unbefitting the emperor of an empire. I think I still have a long way to go.
─ It’s okay. Because I will be with you.
─ Yes, please take care of me in the future as well.
Please take care of Moore, you idiot.
You know what you have done!
I felt like if I could move my body, I would immediately cut off that idiot’s head.
As if responding to my feelings, the surrounding scenery changed again.
─ I have failed.
Puuk.
Maximilian muttered as he plunged his sword into the stomach of what was once his people.
His entire body was covered in black blood and his expression was dead.
─ Moore is the sun….
Suddenly.
Maximilian began killing those who were once his beloved subjects one by one with his own hands.
It was like a criminal being punished.
─ Where did it go wrong….
Maximilian walked unsteadily.
His steps had no destination, as if he was just trying to punish himself.
Kill, kill, kill again.
The end of it will definitely include your own destruction.
Maximilian, who had been wandering around as if he was being punished, finally obtained what appeared to be a fleeting fragment of a holy relic.
It was strange.
It certainly looks the same as the relic that appeared in front of me and Priscilla.
Nevertheless, the power contained within it was unusual.
─ I failed.
Maximilian raised his eyes and looked at me.
The power pouring from the relic became even stronger.
─ You must not fail.
Why are you showing me this scene?
I was soon able to understand that question through the power transmitted from the holy sword.
‘Is this an arrangement for the final choice…? .’
Last choice.
What it indicates is….
“Maximilian?”
When I came to my senses, Priscilla had recovered all the fleeting fragments.
Priscilla had a truly peaceful expression.
Did he not see anything, unlike me?
“Here.”
I organized the fleeting fragments that Priscilla gave me and made them into a notebook again.
The power felt from the relic was weak.
It was shabby, incomparable to the relics seen on the Maximilian Route.
Is this the last chance? .
“Priscilla.”
“Yes, Maximilian.”
“It seems like a lot of serious things have happened these days. “I think I need to take a little breather.”
“Uh, that’s….”
“It’s a date. “Get ready.”
Priscilla nodded her head with a complex expression in many ways.
He seemed happy, but he couldn’t understand me suddenly suggesting a date in this situation.
“Do you not like it?”
“Oh, no!”
She was the only one who knew the identity of Cynthia, who was called a saint.
An old woman from the fortune telling event that always occurs during the harvest season.
That old woman is very suspicious.
This is your last chance.
So, we should act more carefully.
─ I failed. You don’t fail
‘Even if you don’t tell me, I won’t fail.’
Watch from hell, you idiot.