Chapter 836 – Hyeonae Salsu (1)
An unexpected shower fell on the collapsed temple.
Shoot aaaaa…
Even in broad daylight, when the rain began to pour, the fire pit created by magic did not go out. Dana brushed her rain-soaked hair and carefully measured the distance.
Even after winning her battle, her strength did not weaken, and instead her eyes grew fiercer as she glared at Amelia’s dry back.
I’m sure you won The [Sword of Light] Definitely worked for the children of the stars.
‘But she might be playing dead.’
I have already heard of the vitality of those octopus monsters.
So is her husband in the first place, but wouldn’t it be surprising if by the time of the master class she usually had a way to save her own life.
‘Still, I won’t be able to stand out.’
At least that would be the case while Lari Lura was in her power.
‘That’s probably why Norr sent Lalilura in the first place.’
Dana still didn’t know that the prince, who had used the power of the god of wealth within the
In case you missed it, she believed that Larry Lura would have told her, and it was true.
After receiving advice from Loki and listening to Nord’s analysis, Lari Lura kept her senses on edge, as if not to miss even the slightest movement that occurred in her space.
It was thanks to that.
“… Ugh?!”
It was only then that Rari Lura was able to stretch her sudden thread of power and pull her Dana towards her.
Dana’s gaze returned to the place where the withered corpse lay, while panicked at Lari Lura pulling herself right away as if it was not a waste of time to warn her of her danger.
─Kurrureung!!!
A lightning strike backlit the man in the hood.
‘… When?’
He didn’t even feel the mana, but the man suddenly gushed out like raindrops from the sky taking advantage of thunder. It was a quiet appearance that only Lalilura noticed.
Dana hesitated as she drew her sword with light mana.
Although she was wise enough in her battles, she lacked the savagery or the experience to strike at her opponents who might or might not be enemies.
… Sting!!
And even if it wasn’t that, there was a sensory reason.
It wasn’t because of Freyja’s throne, but the inspiration raised by the nameless god of Ulster sounded a warning. Attacking him now would not be a good choice.
– Knock. The man beckoned to the corpse.
Then, as if commanded, the rainwater on the ground lifted Amelia’s arms and raised her up. Her hood revealed long elf-like ears.
However, it can’t be an elf.
Melting into nature without any sense of intimidation, a presence that for some reason you can’t take your eyes off of. Could it be that an ordinary elf exudes such a presence?
“… Shit, it’s really coming out and it’s crazy!!”
Remembering the conversation he had with Nord before ascending to the temple, Loki opened his mouth.
Just before her voice made sense and came out. The man clenched his fists.
─Spooky!
As if a pen and ink had been thrown onto a piece of paper, the figures of Amelia and the man spread across the darkness.
***
Third Empress, Amelia Elonso Romania.
The being who bore that name until her death awoke, feeling a chill in her soul.
‘… Where is it?’
Sensing her doubts, she was able to recall that she had been murdered as she fled in fear that she would not even want to ask. The sword of Freya’s heiress brought her inevitable death.
It is not that the offspring of a star far from the concept of death do not perish. There is no eternal existence, so even the old rulers of the sea of stars are doomed.
So, is this place hell?
The descendant of the star, who was also called Amelia, used to laugh at the word hell, calling it a human delusion. She had no choice but to do so on her part.
If even Amelia’s god, ‘Lord of the Deep’, cannot be eternal, how dare humans talk about infinity? On the topic of insignificant intelligent beings whose minds would collapse even if they were given pain for 10 years?
Amelia was confident that even if it took 10,000 years of infinite pain, she would adapt.
But not here.
This silence was different.
A desolate void. The Only It Darkness didn’t even allow her to look down at her own body. All I could feel was the piercing cold.
Amelia was sure.
Eternity existed. This is the end of the universe.
It is the closest to infinity, the eternity called nothingness.
【■■■■■■■!!】
For the first time, Amelia let out her screams, resenting her own wisdom, for she understood the concept of eternity more clearly than her mortals.
Abandoned in this emptiness, unable to go anywhere, should I be locked up for eternity?
It’s better to be crazy Better to die.
Words are just expressions. Hell is a comfortable delusion.
I wanted to hit her head and die, but her spirit body did not exist. Tragically, Amelia’s mind was unprecedentedly clear even in the face of mad terror.
With that clear mind, she had to enjoy this futility.
Without commitment, forever.
Sigh…
It was at one point. Amelia was delighted at the sudden dim light.
Something appeared in the space where all that existed was her self-consciousness! It was good that the light was her prisoner of hell who was going to torture her from now on. Even Wolfheddin, who was so frightening, was fine.
Compared to enduring this eternal futility alone, any opponent was welcome.
The light was kind of like a hole. Amelia peered imperceptibly into the hole. Surprisingly, beyond the hole was a familiar world.
The star from which Amelia was born. It was the home she wanted to return to.
【■■■ ■… ■ ■■!!】
How can you see your old hometown like this?
Even though I couldn’t go all the way there, it was a pleasure nonetheless.
Anything would be good if I could forget that eternal futility. And maybe, just maybe, her god might get Amelia out of here.
Seizing her hope, she clung to the sight in a trance.
It was a blink of an eye for joy to turn into screams.
【■■ Don’t… !! Not ■■■!! ■ Yes, no!!!!!!]
Her hometown, the only place she depended on and enjoyed, began to face a terrible catastrophe.
It has to be. The ‘Lord of the Deep’ fell asleep, and many rulers perished or followed the ‘Lord of the Deep’ into an indefinite hibernation in her palace.
And the transcendents of the Sea of Stars are more often hostile to each other.
The old rulers who survived Ragnarok without being defeated by the gods of the World Tree. They swallowed the stars that became Mujugongsan when God died or fell asleep.
The slumbering ‘Lord of the Deep’ was not on her home planet.
The descendants of the stars were powerful beings, but without a monarch, they were not strong enough to withstand the ravages of the transcendents. As Amelia watched, everything she loved crumbled.
Home I wanted to return to. The base of the children of the stars was already destroyed.
【Aaaaa!!!!!】
Amelia screamed and realized. That would be a record of the past.
That light was intentionally shown by someone.
【This is where I stayed.】
The owner of the voice appeared without the sound of footsteps.
Amelia lifted her head. Rather than saying she did it of her own accord, her vision shifted as if someone had picked up Amelia’s neck as she was rolling on the floor.
【After Ragnarok, I have been peeking at Midgard from this image world ever since.】
He was a man with a hood. His ears were long and his face was beautiful, but from the neck down he was wrinkled like an old man. It was as if the body of another creature had been glued to his neck.
Amelie immediately recognized who the long-eared man was.
【… Henir.]
【Welcome. It’s a child of a star.]
Wearing a hood, Henir spoke softly. Amelia trembled with tears.
【… It’s you? Why did you bring me here and show me that sight?]
His silent gaze, looking down, was the answer.
Amelia understood. That this would be her revenge against her.
【Because I’ve been watching you kill your creations all along, right? Are you trying to give me the same despair? That’s awesome. It’s a great success.]
Amelia’s heart was finally broken as she was abandoned by God and lost a place to return to.
She is the one who messed up her world, ruling Romania from behind her.
If Henir had been watching that scene with only his head left in this space, he would have wanted to vent his anger. Amelia could understand because she had gone through similar experiences. She didn’t even have the energy to get angry.
Because her soul was as empty as this void.
Haha. Are you the one who coaxed Rebellio into not allowing me to escape?]
If Amelia’s spirit body had remained, you would have seen her creaking and laughing.
She manipulated the princes, controlled everything from behind her, and obtained her throne.
But the only thing she succeeded in was the process of obtaining her throne. It was not what she expected that she would die after being chased and driven mad with fear.
After preventing Amelia from escaping, and causing her to die, she was brought to this nothingness.
It is absolutely impossible unless you expected this to happen.
And what does expected mean?
Amelia belatedly noticed the whole story of her affair.
【Everything went as you calculated, right? I’ll run away and take the throne, so if Wolfheddin chases me down and kills me, are you going to skip the
It was in the same vein as what Amelia did to Prince Clian.
She anticipates the action, goes one step ahead of it, and takes what she wants.
Even Amelia, who controlled the imperial palace’s scheming and the prince’s rebellion from behind, was nothing more than a mere instrument dancing on Henir’s palm.
【Your name is implausible. Admirable.]
Henir sincerely praised Amelia.
She was the one who watched the flow of events from higher up than the sky from the first day of the Tian Tong Festival. Amelia didn’t know that until now, but she was dumbfounded by her exhaustion.
Haha… You’re a handsome Chong Hye-sin.]
But there was no anger in her, her exhaustion. Amelia accepted her rout with her stoic demeanor.
Lost in the battle of wits?
Wrong. It was because her heart was broken.
A method of repeatedly destroying her heart abandoned by the ‘Lord of the Deep’ with fear and despair. An obvious sanghelm that shatters her ego and forces her to surrender.
However, Sangtugu is another expression of Jeonggongbeop.
Amelia couldn’t contain her rebellion any longer. What would it mean if we resisted this judgment?
God doesn’t answer prayers, and now I have nowhere to return to.
If he refused her orders, he would be abandoned in this futility until he made up his mind to give in.
Variables that would ruin Henir’s will were completely excluded.
Amelia’s rebellious spirit was castrated. With none other than Henir’s own hands.
Delicately and mercilessly, like a cook plucking the feathers of a hen before decapitating it.
