Chapter 285 – Why Are You Here? (7)
Tristia’s atmosphere was completely different from usual.
From overflowing magical power to a torrent of wild emotions.
If I hadn’t seen it myself, I wouldn’t have thought it was Tristia in front of me.
“…Tristia.”
As I cautiously called the name of the crab, Tristia looked at me and let out a short breath.
“Haa… Bocchan…”
“Are you okay. Tristia?”
“Yeah… Thanks for your concern. But it’s really okay.”
Tristia tried her best to smile and then glared at Berlioz again.
“Berlioz. Do you think we need to talk for a while?”
“Kyakyakyaek… Yes. Since we haven’t seen each other in a long time, we will need time to resolve her regrets.”
Berlioz and Tristia strode towards each other.
There was a considerable height difference between the two, so Tristia looked down at Berlioz.
“I never thought I’d see you again…”
“She knew she would meet her again someday.”
Tristia, who sneered at Berlioz’s words, continued her.
“Ha, so? Why did you come to see me?”
“Don’t be so picky. Because it was necessary.”
“Therefore. I’m asking what you need to do.”
“It seems that even your eyes are cloudy because you have been sealed for a long time. See.”
Berlioz raised her index finger and pointed at her ceiling.
“The heavenly spirit is disturbed. It means disaster is coming. There is not much left now.”
“…So? It has nothing to do with me. You know that no matter how hard we struggle, the outcome won’t change anyway.”
“Yeah, maybe if it’s just us…”
Berlioz taught me by moving her finger in her ear.
“But it’s different if that child is with you.”
“Bocchan…?”
Tristia looked at me and bit her lip.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You must have felt it too. That kid is special.”
“…”
“There is nothing special about that child’s body, but he attracts women who will change his destiny.”
That buck─
After hearing the story, I approached Tristia and said.
“Please explain.”
“…Young master.”
“They say I’m special. So, am I also involved?”
“Kyakyakak. Of course you are involved! You are not qualified to hear!”
“Berlioz!”
“Be still! It’s been a long time since you wrapped it around your skirt!”
Berlioz, slumped on the sofa, looked at me and said,
“…Then where should I begin explaining?”
“Everything from the beginning.”
“Kyakyak!…Yes! Do it First, let me tell you what kind of existence Tristia and the original woman are.”
Berlioz placed her shapely legs on her desk and chinned her towards Lilith.
“To put it simply, we are like seniors to that child.”
Lilith, who was pointed out suddenly, tilted her head and said.
“…That Lilith?”
“Okay.”
Berlioz, who looked at Lilith with a pleased expression, quietly recited a word.
“The goddess was walking down the street with her three disciples, and it was really nice to see her…”
“…Isn’t that a passage from the scriptures?”
“Yeah, that’s right. The three disciples who served the goddess in the Goddess Church… Those are the main woman and Tristia.”
“…!!!!”
Lilith completely froze at Berlioz’s remarks, and Bianca, who was not a believer, was a little taken aback.
“I’m sorry, Bocchan..”
I approached Tristia, who was looking at me with a bitter expression.
“Then Tristia…”
“I didn’t mean to fake my identity. You know, but I remember…”
“How old are you?”
“What…?”
Tristia blinked her eyes and looked at me.
“No… I knew he was older than me… But I never thought he would be this much…”
“Now…Wait a minute! Is that important now, boy? Didn’t something much more important than age come out?!”
“Is it more important than age? It’s more important than Tristia’s age, where is it?”
Seeing my affirmation, Tristia looked at her with her mouth wide open as if it was absurd.
“It was about 300 years ago that the first engagement of the Goddess Church appeared, so then the ages of Tristia and Berlioz written there are at least…”
Then Lilith, who had woken up from her shock, suddenly spoke to her.
“…Ah! No sir! The Skirmish was first published 293 years ago, but the text written in the Skirmish is much older than that! It is the orthodoxy of the church that at least 500 years have passed!”
“Then…”
“Stop!!!”
Tristia screamed at her as I continued to guess her age.
“Saintess… Stop it now! Say no more!”
“Ah…Sorry…Sorry..”
As Lilith bowed her head and apologized, Tristia glared at me and said,
“Mu… Of course, too… Bocchan. In the eyes of the world, I may look a little older. But I’m about 20 in human years.”
“…Are you younger than me at 20?”
“Kyakyakak! Right! And what is the human age? Aren’t we humans too?”
“Shut up, Berlioz!”
I raised my hand and declared surrender at Tristia’s tearful appearance.
“All right. Okay. I’ll say I’m in my 20s.”
“Haa… I’ll be really mad if you tell me about this again.”
“Yes, got it.”
Seeing Tristia finally return to her normal self, I smiled softly and said to Berlioz.
“Then please continue explaining.”
“Kyakyak..Okay, then I’ll continue explaining.”
“Wait a minute.”
Then Bianca, who had been quiet, opened her mouth.
“The Goddess Church said there were three disciples, right? Two are here, but where is the other one?”
“…Kya…Kya…Tsk, this doesn’t even come out with a forced laugh. I will explain that step by step, so please wait.”
Berlioz let out a long sigh at Bianca’s question.
“Haa… This is the story of the time when the Goddess was still on this earth… In the beginning of her life, the Goddess shed her own blood and flesh to give birth to humans and subhumans. And from among them, she chose the three most like herself and made them her disciples. That is me, Tristia and… Orphelia.”
Orphelia I’ve heard the name somewhere, but I can’t remember it well.
As I rummaged for a while, Bianca said in a raised voice.
“Wait a minute. As for Orphelia…”
“I guess you know… Yes, the country of the subhumans. Queen of Gehenna. That child is one of the three disciples chosen by the Goddess.”
Hearing that, it came to my mind only now.
Ain tribe…
So, the king of demons.
A being better known to players as the Demon King.
I didn’t know because I didn’t do anything until the moment the world was destroyed, but I thought there was a setting like this.
“Wait… How did this demihuman queen say that she was a disciple of the goddess…?”
“Didn’t I tell you not to rush? Yes, as the disciples of the goddess, we were the beings who were allowed eternity by the side of the goddess.”
Taking a long breath, Berlioz began to tell the old story.
“When the goddess was first in this world, everything was peaceful. Because both humans and subhumans lived together. But as time passed and their numbers increased, the demi-humans, who were stronger than humans, began persecuting humans.”
“The goddess, who was distressed to see her, intervened in person… But the number of humans and subhumans increased rapidly, and the goddess gradually found it difficult to stop it… Then one day, a war broke out between the subhumans and the subhumans. Did.”
“Her Goddess no longer watched her feasting among her own children, and disappeared from her earthly presence.”
“…It was the wrong choice. With the goddess gone, she had nothing to stop her warfare anymore. A complete all-out war unfolded… The war was, of course, the defeat of the humans. There were more humans than subhumans in terms of head count, but of course weapons and magic technology weren’t as advanced as they are now, and one subhuman could fight dozens of humans if they fought only with physical strength.”
Having said that, Berlioz let out a long breath as if her chest was tight.
” ..And 300 years ago from now. Two men named Lumenhark and Aslan came to visit us.”
“They told her mother and Tristia to help the humans. At first, as a disciple of the goddess, she refused because she could not side with any one race, but…”
“Their words were sweet. If humans gain as much strength as the subhumans and balance, they will be able to coexist and live as before, and then the goddess will return.”
“…Foolishly we believed it. No, I wanted to believe. Even if you say that you are a disciple of a goddess, after all, we are humans too.”
“Therefore, the original woman taught Aslan the ‘strong god’ and Tristia taught the ‘enchantment’ technique to Lumenhark.”
At those words, I opened my eyes wide and looked at Tristia.
The reason why Lumenhark is called a ‘sage’ is not simply because he handles magic well.
It was called that because he developed the ‘enchantment’ that is essential to sustaining the current civilization…
“Tristia taught you enchantments?”
“Yes, all enchantment techniques that humans are using now originate from Tristia.”
Berliso, who briefly affirmed my question, continued.
“Thus, the humans who obtained the ‘strong gods’ and ‘enchantments’ began to drive out the demi-humans. Up to that point, we were also convinced.”
“…However, contrary to what Lumenhark and Aslan told Ur, the humans who gained strength began persecuting and driving them out as if they were going to repay what they had received so far, instead of reconciling with the demi-humans. Then Orphelia tearfully begged us to stop, but…”
“I couldn’t stop.”
Tristia said, biting her lower lip.
“I tried to stop passing on the knowledge and try to recover my power, but… The speed of development of the humans who acquired the technology far exceeded our expectations.”
“Yes, it was degraded, but humans started to use mana in their bodies by using ‘spiritual gods’, and started mass production of ‘magical tools’ by using enchantments. After that happened, the degree of differences between the innate bodies could be reversed. In the end, humans stopped fighting only after Orphelia led all the subhumans to the desert…”
Berrioz, who had said that, looked me in the eyes and said.
“The Empire was born at the hands of Lumenhark and Aslan, who stole the land of the Ain people.”
