Chapter: 574
The beings commonly referred to as deified entities on this earth are not mere transcendents. The incredible powers and abilities they possess are merely branches accrued through their deification.
To put it simply, those we often call gods did not attain divinity because they were deserving, but rather, they became deserving because they attained divinity.
“For example, when did the Fairy Queen over here start being called a queen?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been called that since a distant past.”
“As another example, do you know why the Lord of the Forest became the lord of the forest?”
“I don’t know. At some point, I became that, so it was only natural.”
“As the Goddess explained, these two are no different from deified entities. They are beings created from the merging of concepts.”
In the beginning, there was light, and because the light desired it, the Lord Jushin was born.
On the opposite side of that light was darkness, and the darkness, jealous of the light that expanded, wished for an existence like its own. Thus, the Evil God of Darkness was born.
Other deified entities are the same.
The God of Beauty and Art was born from the merging of those two concepts, the God of History was born from history’s desires, and the God of Martial Arts, along with other gods, came into being similarly from their concepts.
“Will the Evil God of Darkness willingly relinquish its agent simply because it is vanquished?”
“Of course not. Just as the forest longs for another owner, darkness will seek another god.”
In the current case, it is clear who darkness will choose next. There is already a being with the Power of Darkness here, so why would it need to select someone else?
“Then why not just become a god?”
Sword Saint Yuden, who had been listening to this tedious conversation, tossed in a comment, to which Prete smiled and asked her to kindly refrain from making such foolish remarks.
It was hard to believe that the rough attitude belonged to someone next to Lucy.
“To make it easier for Yuden to understand, think of power as a type of magical sword. It certainly brings tremendous power, but at the same time, it consumes the user.”
“That means one could be consumed by darkness.”
The Evil God of Darkness, born from the darkness, was something one could not possibly view positively.
The things he did on earth were so horrific that even just considering them would mean fueling souls countless times. It was uncertain how Erginius would change if he accepted that power.
“Of course, Lord Erginius possesses a strong mind, so nothing may happen. However, if the worst situation occurs…”
The scenario where the great wizard Erginius becomes completely tainted by the Power of Darkness and turns into an enemy is the worst they could imagine.
If a genius who could bring down a god’s aura to the earth set out to kill them, who would stop him?
“Ugh. Annoying trash. Looks like I’ve grown after hundreds of years.”
The man, who just moments ago was flailing and crying out that he didn’t want to die, had regained his composure. Seeing the horror directed at him, he smirked and raised his bound wrists.
“If a darker darkness is born than I, that wouldn’t be too bad. After all, I’m a being born from darkness.”
Just as the Lord of the Forest prioritizes the forest, the man spoke with such sincerity about valuing darkness above all that it couldn’t be dismissed as a lie.
“Was everything just an act?”
“Of course, that’s how it is. My reason would fly away, causing me to swing my hands too soon. Ah, just in case that damn little brat might chatter on, let me say this: my anger was real. She’s quite something.”
Looking at Lucy, who was peacefully sleeping in Benedict’s arms, the man frowned and released a long sigh, lifting his head again.
“So, what now? Are you going to seal me? Are you going to pass off your burdens to some distant future? Do as you like. The gods’ time is long. Someday, everything you tried to protect will surely crumble.”
Now, with the knowledge that Erginius could think of no way to kill a deified entity as the gods had all lamented in the wars of the mythical age, he remembered the despair he felt before the existence of deified entities that could revive no matter how many times they were slain.
They wouldn’t disappear.
They couldn’t disappear.
Even if they were killed, something new would just be born again.
Realizing this, I sighed.
“Well.”
Erginius, or rather the Skeleton Wizard, a persona created by Erginius, smirked.
“Interesting.”
The one who created me knew this. That’s why he had put restrictions in place to prevent me from coming to this conclusion.
Looking back now, it’s a strange story. Is it reasonable that someone researching the powers of the gods didn’t know this?
Logically, it is completely correct.
Even knowing of his mission, one shouldn’t grant the chance to imagine darkness to someone who might twist their thinking after hundreds of years of research.
And then, after a long timeline of research, facing the smile of his beloved should make one see this mission clearly.
The tool carrying on Erginius’s memories cannot turn away from the Fairy Queen.
She cannot flee from this world she must continue to live in.
She cannot escape from the karma she created.
What a logically adept wizard that is.
Even if I were to make a plan, it would be made in such a way.
“Oh? Have you made a decision? You think you can withstand the darkness, do you? I’ll support you. A great wizard that will be remembered in history should be able to do so.”
Ignoring the evil god’s words, which sounded as if it would applaud if it could, I turned my head aside.
There lies my love.
My, Erginius’s, first and last love looks at me blankly.
She is more beautiful than any great magic ever shown by the God of Magic, taking my eternity just by looking at her face.
Just facing the queen face to face could make me think I could endure the centuries, or even millennia, to come.
The sickly thing is that it was indeed the case.
I willingly sacrificed hundreds of years just to see that face.
“Lord Erginius?”
Ah, this great wizard. Your predictions were correct.
Your tool has finally received the reward for its long efforts with just this.
So, what? A bit of the remaining life is nothing.
“O great, pure being! I am certainly Erginius, the one you know.”
“Looks like a loser thinking loser thoughts. So basic it doesn’t even evoke sympathy.”
Turning to follow the sharp taunt, I see the girl emerging from her deep sleep.
Her words are no different from any other time, but curiously, her tone and expressions don’t seem like her at all.
From the girl I want to smack for being so annoying comes a knight’s form, direct and confident yet filled with clear consideration.
Exactly like that knight with a head that’s stiff as a rock.
“…Ruel?”
“Oh? You’re sharper than you look? Guess being close to death has your blood racing? Though, it is small for that.”
“Why are you here?”
“I just had to see how stupid that brat boasting about his bravado was. I stomped on that Shoddy God’s head and got a reward. I never thought I’d end up using it on a loser like a Sympathy loser though.”
The distorted content from the girl’s mouth was truly dizzying. Especially from Erginius’s perspective, the image and voice of Ruel expressing those words was making him truly consider throwing up.
“If that miracle were to be kept for the future, that would have been better.”
“Is your head only full of thoughts of girls? You must be insane with the desire to be rid of sympathy. I get it. After hundreds of years, it makes sense to go insane, right? Yeah. Yeah.”
“What crazy nonsense are you saying?”
As Erginius gasped and yelled, a subtle smile formed on the girl’s lips.
Could it be that she was saying this out of a desire?
Surely not. The Holy Knight obsessed with formality wouldn’t say such things.
Hoo. Calm down and interpret what was just said.
“Is it that the power disappears if the darkness weakens?”
If it’s a miracle that will disappear anyway, it’s better to put it to good use.
“So why did you intervene? What if I change my decision?”
“I told you. Loser. You’re so deep in sympathy that your brain has been broken. You can’t think straight, so I just had to step in.”
…It’s direct criticism, but if I had to interpret it, it means this: I am too deep into love to think straight. I should think a bit more calm and broadly.
“What if the one good thing about my head is that I can still think? What if I can’t even use that? You’re just as loser as ever. Um. That is true enough.”
What should I do? What analogy should I use? All her points were true, and it was troubling. Erginius tried his best to ignore muttering while focusing on his thoughts.
Was she speaking about the real Erginius and not me?
Was the real Erginius that kind of person?
Someone who forced others to sacrifice?
…
No, that’s not right.
No way.
If Erginius had been that kind of person, he couldn’t have become a part of the heroes.
He was quirky but definitely not a malevolent human.
At least, he wouldn’t force someone who sacrificed for hundreds of years to sacrifice again.
This sacrifice doesn’t align with his lingering feelings either. Both I and the Fairy Queen would be sad while the Evil God smiles at the worst ending.
Where am I? What have I missed? What is wrong?
“Can’t you understand even this much? Loser, you have one unique talent.”
“Something I’m good at?”
What could be worth mentioning that Ruel would point out? Clearly, it’s the impossible fusion between the two.
“Your Majesty!”
Suddenly, an idea burst forth in Erginius, who grabbed the Fairy Queen’s hands and gazed at her with heated eyes.
“I’m sorry for being a distressing magician who only seeks your help! But once! Just one more time, please help me!”
It’s possible.
Surely it is possible.
If not just one, but two, then it can be done!
“I know it’s unreliable! But I, Erginius, swear on all the magic I’ve built over my lifetime! I’ll make sure your ending is filled with happiness, so please cooperate with me!”
As Erginius spoke impulsively, the heat rising in his cheeks froze upon seeing the Fairy Queen’s face redden.
“Wow. A Sympathy loser sounds like a sympathy loser even in confessions.”
Realizing how his words might sound, he blurted out, “No! I! I didn’t mean… I was thinking of befriending—uh, I mean, that’s…”
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