ăMy hips hurtâŚâŚsex with Aegir is too intense.ă
Lucy groans as she languidly changes position.
Her tits, which had been squished into the bed, jiggle as she lies on her back and then point to the ceiling before spreading out slightly to the left and right.
ăAfter a woman climaxes, youâre supposed to switch to light caresses and whispers of love. Swinging your hips until the womanâs eyes roll back is too cruel.ă
Lucy complains, beckoning me with her hands.
When I move closer, her graceful hands wrap around my head and pull me into her ample cleavage.
ăAt the end, I was screaming and couldnât come back from the climaxâŚâŚyour actions are rough even for a vampire.ă
Her plump breasts smack my head from side to side.
ăHearing Lucy scream on the verge of orgasm turns me on.ă
ăSo you get aroused from seeing me sufferâŚâŚyouâre terrible, Aegir. Fufu.ă
ăItâs ten times worse for me, having to listen to it right next to you.ă
Celia determines that we have finished and wedges between us, forcibly putting my pants on so I donât start a second round.
ăNeverthelessâŚâŚă
Lucy trails off, combing back her disheveled hair and using a wet towel to wipe my saliva off her breasts.
ăIâm surprised Aegir and that girl are fine. During the earlier stages, the urge of blood-sucking feels like starvation and is enough to make writhe in agony. Itâs not uncommon for vampires to lose their sense of reason and indiscriminately attack humans.ă
ăBlood tasted good. My instincts also urged me to suck it.ă
ăBut itâs not enough to make me rampage. Tomatoes can be used as a decent substitute.ă
Celia and I exchange looks, peck each other on the lips and then rub our noses together.
ăThatâs not what I know. I guess it must have been some complication I had during mutation or simply because Aegir is abnormal.ă
ăIâm abnormal even after becoming a vampire?ă
I stretch and step down from the bed.
The three of us moved our residence from the cave to a hunterâs cabin.
Despite being vampires, living in a cavern is hard, and we wanted a bed and a roof.
The owner of the cabin was eaten by wolves a short distance away, leaving the place vacant, perfect for vampires who want to hide from the world.
A ray of sunlight shines in through a crack in the closed window.
ăMu, I was so absorbed that I didnât realize it became morning.ă
ăIndeed. Shall we sleep until the sunââă
Not sure what Lucy said, I spoke over her and put a hand on the wooden shutter.
ăBathing in the morning sun will give you the energy for the day ahead.ă
ăEh?ă
Celia let out a weird noise right as I flung the shutter wide open.
ăWhy would you expose yourself to the sun as a vampire!? Are you an idiot!?ă
I wave away the smoke dejectedly as Lucy scolds me.
ăI forgot because of how recent it was. MghâŚâŚmy entire body hurts.ă
ăYouâre lucky that you didnât turn into ashâŚâŚI wonât forgive you if you died from a clumsy mistake after swearing to be with me for eternity.ă
Lucy pats her chest in relief.
My throat feels dry, perhaps because I was burnt.
The water jug is empty too, I guess Iâll have to fetch some.
ăItâs good that there is spring water close to this cabin. We can freely drink the fresh tasty water.ă
ăEh?ă
Celia lets out a strange noise right as the door swings wide open.
ăDowaaaah!!ă
ăAegir-sama, are you an idiot!?ă
ăGosh, should I cut off your arms and legs until you become more aware!?ă
I plop face-first onto the bed with smoke rising from all over my body.
ăI give up. I donât feel like doing anything in the morning anymore.ă
ăDonât make the morning as a starting point in the first place.ă
I roll around in bed, wrap Celia in a blanket, and pull Lucy in too.
These two are my family nowâŚâŚitâs just the three of us.
ăHow many days went by since then?ă
Although Iâd like to act like I have no concept of dates as a vampire with no lifespan, Celia keeps a memo with her schedule so I unfortunately know the exact date.
Itâs been two months since Celia and I stopped being human.
I gaze in the direction of the palace.
It should barely be visible from a hill.
Since Iâll burn up, I canât even peek out of a window.
Sensing my unease, Celia slides up to block my vision and pushes her cute breasts in my face.
ăDonât you think thatâs enough? We are not humans anymore. We have nothing to do with them and we must not have anything to do with them.ă
Now that weâre monsters of the night, we canât just nonchalantly waltz into the palace.
I know that much.
ăThe stupid worthless slug that is Antonio seems to be doing oh so well.ă
Celia comments scornfully.
We arenât just staying cooped up in this place.
Night after night, we visit nearby villages to satiate our urges and suck the blood from careless passersby.
Even though thereâs nothing I can do about it, I end up hearing tales of the âhappenings after I diedâ.
Combining the different stories together gives me the broader picture.
ăIt seems heâs going pretty overboard.ă
When I continue the conversation, Celia unhappily pulls out her notes from a pouch on her waist.
Sheâs using the pouch because her cleavage is too small to store anything.
ăStupid-tonio killed everyone who came to protest when he declared himself king as a form of disobedience, and that would be fine if that was allâŚâŚ Iâm sorry, those who praised him for liberating them from a âtyrantâ were also killed for disrespecting the crown.ă
He is using the same method I did except he is more uncompromising and thorough.
ăHmmm. But if heâs so severe, wouldnât that spark a rebellion?ă
Lucy poses casually as she crawls her hand over my crotch.
ăIdiot-tonio knows that and is utilizing intelligence officers and a unit commanded by Leopolt-san to crush them the moment they disobey. Itâs like he knows who will act out and who will chicken out from the start. And for some reason, the minister of justice is fighting as his minion.ă
ăEhh, isnât that incredible?ă
Lucy fondles me more with her hand as she rubs her forehead against my chest.
Itâs clear that she has lost all interest in politics.
ăAdditionally, Trash-tonio has turned the countryâs armyâŚâŚinto a useless training squad, dismantling them splendidly. The commander of the Federationâs vanguard saw it as an opportunity and attacked, breaking the secret agreement.ă
And what was the result?
ăA large contingent of elite soldiers were laying in wait and decisively thwarted them, and during the pursuit, multiple towns were burned to the ground along with its people down to the last tree to set an example.ă
Given the scale of damage, the effect on the Federation is insignificant.
But it will make the Federation realize.
That the army will still be strong even if the king is killed, and that the new king is stricter and more ruthless than me.
With that, it at least stops them from making a move so easily.
And they will, as anticipated, prioritize attacking the Empire.
Lucy doesnât bother to nod or signal like sheâs paying attention and continues touching me.
ăSlugâŚâŚitâs hard to say. Slug-tonio hasâŚâŚmumuâŚâŚă
I wrap Celiaâs adorable round face and cut her off.
ăHe has massacred nobles and enemies, but he hasnât laid a finger on his family. He hasnât exiled anyone from the palace either.ă
Celia opens her mouth, thinking of another insulting name to call him, but refrains and rephrases her sentence.
ăHe just granted his biological mother, Catherine-san, a special position and declared his sister, Rose, as his wife.ă
ăThat sounds incredible, now that you put it in words.ă
Lucy, who has regained interest, cackles.
ăAs soon as he made the declaration, Rose slapped him as hard as she could, and Anastasia cursed him with words that even a town girl would not utter, but he returned to his throne like nothing had happened.ă
Imagining what the atmosphere would be like makes both me and Lucy laugh.
ăBut it seems Catherine-san was in an absentminded state from beginning to end and didnât even respond.ă
That put an end to my laughter.
ăAlso, it seems Nonna-san cried loudly in the middle of the coronation ceremony, he rolled Anastasia over who he had pinned down, and he glared at Myla-san when she didnât obey his orderâŚâŚ Antonioâs reputation is at rock bottom, not only among the nobles, but also among the citizens, well of course it is!ă
I continue to look at the window through which the morning sun leaks while quieting Celia, who is furious at the memory.
Itâs natural for his reputation to take a hit, and Iâm sure heâs having a hard time.
ăEi.ă
I hear a tearing sound and feel a sharp pain run through my body.
Lucy ripped a handful of pubic hair.
Just when Iâm about to say how mean she was, Lucy stands up, completely naked.
ăYou werenât reacting at all, are you that interested? You want to see them?ă
ăI canât go back now. Iâm not human and if I go backâŚâŚă
The feeling is enough to make me want to rub my hands nervously, but because that would look uncool, I squeeze Celiaâs cheeks instead.
Celia fusses while Lucy sighs and flicks my forehead.
ăYou didnât answer me. I asked if you are interested and if you want to see them?ă
I reply, rubbing Celiaâs cheeks together hard enough for the friction to produce heat.
ăOf course Iâm interested. Of course I want to see them. I told Nonna that Iâd be back by nighttime and didnât even say goodbye.ă
Celia stops fussing.
I look at the window I canât peek through once again.
ăBut thereâs nothing I can do. Nobody will proceed to die after announcing they will die. To live is to regret.ă
The same applies to the guys who were once beside me and the guys I defeated.
Nothing will change no matter how selfish I am.
ăThen shall we go?ă
Just when the mood was all set up, Lucy silently puts on her clothes.
ăWhere to?ă
Lucy points to the outside.
ăTo the capital.ă
ăLike I said, that isnâtâŚâŚă
I hug Celia close.
Her body, which supposedly lacks heat, felt warm.
As you can expect, I have to be indecisive here.
Returning as a dead person surely canât be a good thing.
It would give the women false happiness and it would ruin Antonio.
ăOf course, the inhuman Aegir canât return. Or rather, I wonât let you return.ă
She states in a serious tone before giving me a peck on the lips.
ăHowever, it should be fine to go say your goodbyes.ă
I canât answer right away.
The women will definitely cry.
And theyâll also be happy with my return.
But since my life as a human is over, I have to part with them immediately.
Their joy would be short-lived as Iâd have to leave.
ăGosh, Iâve had enough of your bad habit!ă
Lucy looks at me head-on.
Reflected in her red eyes is a pathetic, dithering man who is only good for his muscles and his dick.
ăWhich is more painful for you, saying goodbye to me or me disappearing without a word?ă
Celia, who has settled in my arms, also chimes in.
ăEveryone would certainly be delighted, then several times more sad afterward. Compared to not being able to see you againâŚâŚă
I slam my forehead against the wall, smack my cheeks, and whip my dick on the bed.
ăI was worrying about trivial things. Alright, letâs go.ă
Lucy and Celia smile.
I swing open the door, thinking that putting on clothes would be a waste of time.
The sunlight beams down.
ăZuwaaaaah!!ă
ăWhy donât you learn!?ă
ăIâm not sure if youâll live ten years, let alone eternityâŚâŚă
I stand on the window frame and peer into the room.
There isnât a single candle lit inside, but as I am now, that doesnât hinder my ability to see.
In the largest room of the palace, sleeping in the middle of the largest bed was Nonna.
The bed is fluffy, the air is the perfect temperature, and Iâm sure a lovely scent is wafting from the flowers on the table.
Despite all that, her sleeping face is strained and her eyebrows are furrowed.
ăHicâŚâŚsniffâŚâŚă
I hear soft crying come from her chapped lips, which gradually grow louder.
ăYou saidâŚâŚyouâd be back at nightâŚâŚnoâŚâŚdonât goâŚâŚuuuuuâŚâŚă
Her cries turn to sorrowful groans and she takes her arms out of the blanket, waving them wildly.
Tears spill endlessly from her closed eyes.
And then, from the adjacent roomâŚâŚwhich was originally meant for servants, Bartolome comes running with a lamp and takes Nonnaâs hand, comforting her with pats to her shoulder.
ăMother, mother.ă
Nonna opens her eyes, sees the concerned Bartolome and acknowledges him with a long, long sigh.
ăDidâŚâŚI cry in my sleep again?ă
She drinks the water offered to her and hugs Bartolome.
The door of the adjacent room on the opposite side also opens.
ăMother.ă
Anastasia, who is on the verge of tearsâŚâŚno, who is already crying, waddles in.
ăAah, did you wet the bed again?ă
The crotch area of her pajamas is soaked.
Anastasia hangs her head and silently throws her clothes to the ground, then jumps into Nonnaâs chest.
The usual Nonna would have screamed loud enough for the entire inner palace to hear, but she doesnât say anything this time and simply hugs her children and sobs.
This isnât the scene I wanted to see.
I guess itâs good I came. What was I worried about?
Her beloved disappeared without a goodbye.
This is the result.
I open the window without making a sound.
ăIâm sorry. I should be strong, yet when Aegir-sama isnât here, I canâtâŚâŚI canâtâŚâŚă
The three of them cry in each otherâs arms in the center of the bed.
I spread my arms wide and embrace them altogether from the outside.
I make sure my hands are touching all of them and Iâm not hugging too tightly.
ăI said I would come back at night but I didnât. Iâm sorry.ă
ăEh?ă
Everyone looks up, and their eyes make contact with mine.
Iâm tempted to say âIâm backâ, but I hold back and nod without uttering a word.
ăAâŚâŚaaahâŚâŚaaaaahâŚâŚă
ăFather!ă
Nonnaâs eyes widen and her body begins to tremble.
At the same time, Anastasia pounces on me energeticallyâŚâŚactually itâs closer to a tackle.
The blow that hit my waist from behind might have caused me to stumble if not for the difference in our weight.
Damm, she must have learned the move after watching fights in the arena many times.
ăAegir-sama is alive! He has returned! Someone, get someoneââă
Nonna grabs my hand and tries to yell, but I place a finger on her lips and slowly shake my head.
ăIâm sorry. I havenât returned and Iâm not alive.ă
Bartolome stares blankly at his hand after it touched me.
ăColdâŚâŚfather is as cold as ice.ă
Nonnaâs smile fades.
Anastasia buries her head so much in my lower back that Iâm worried whether she can breathe.
ăI came to say goodbye.ă
ăY-youâŚâŚcanât beâŚâŚ!ă
Nonna extends her hands to grab my face and chest.
ăIâm still going to touch you even if youâre cold! These thick arms, this hot chest, this face and back, all belong to Aegir-sama, the person who has embraced me countless times! Yet whyâŚâŚwhy!!?ă
I take her hand and hug her.
I donât have time to explain everything and I probably donât need to.
Nonna surely knows the truth.
Itâs just that she loves me and canât accept it easily.
What should I say?
I didnât prepare any phrases.
âI love youâ, âsorryâ, âI donât want to goâ.
Those donât seem right.
I have those feelings, but those arenât the final words I want to convey to her.
Aah, I know.
ăIt was truly fun. Thank you.ă
Nonnaâs eyes become round like full moons.
She tries her best to hold back the tears and fights with the sadness in her heart to show me a smile.
She was ready.
Nonna takes Bartolome with her and steps away from me, then faces me and bows deeply.
ăThank you for all your hard work on this long journey.ă
ăYeah.ă
I respond with a single word.
Nonna knows itâs not a lukewarm answer.
It wouldnât be cool if I kept talking after all.
ăTo pick up a failure like meâŚâŚto loveâŚâŚand careâŚâŚand bless with childrenâŚâŚhicâŚâŚă
ăYouâre taking too long.ă
I say jokingly as Nonna chokes up.
ăGosh! Youâre rude till the end!ă
Nonna pounds my chest playfully and then takes a deep breath.
ăThank you for everything. It was really, really fun!ă
ăYeah!ă
I hug Nonna, ruffle Bartolomeâs hair, and then lift up Anastasia, who was clinging to my waist, her face dripping with tears and snot, and put my forehead against hers.
I give them a great big smile and wave my hand, then jump out of the window.
Now itâs goodbye.
A few seconds later, I hear tremendous wailing.
It was not a cry of despair, rather it was a cry of sadnessâŚâŚIâm sure they will recover soon.
Nodding, I remove the thumb-sized knife from my waist and toss it away.
A purple fluid trickles from the tip.
ăPoison doesnât work on vampires, itâs probably a numbing agent.ă
She tried to make me faint to stop me during that exchange, damn Anastasia is scary.
Her wailing, which is on the same level as Nonnaâs, should be sad but sounds just a bit happy.
I hop onto the roof of the two-story annex.
It is an easy feat for me now that Iâm a vampire.
Though, itâs not because I want to act like a cat.
My goal is right in front of me.
ăAhăźă
ăâŚâŚă
The one who sounds unenergetic is Carla.
She is gazing at the night sky on the roof.
A guard passing below holds up a torch and sees her, but makes a sad face before resuming his patrol.
This must be a normal occurrence.
ăHey Carla. At least eat a little.ă
Sitting beside her is Mireille.
She offers a small loaf of bread, but Carla shows no interest and continues staring at the sky.
Looking closer, Carlaâs cheeks are sunken in and her body is skinnier.
ăI donât need it.ă
Carla turns her face away like a spoiled child.
ăYouâve gotten so thinâŚâŚif you donât eat properly, youâre going to die.ă
ăI said I donât need it!ă
Mireille brings the bread up to Carlaâs mouth only for her hand to be smacked away.
I catch the bread that spins through the air, then tap Carla on the shoulder.
ăWhâânmuu!ă
Our eyes meet, and when her jaw drops, I stuff the bread into her mouth.
ăYouâll ruin your body if you donât eat.ă
ăMm, mghuââ!ă
Carla rapidly chews the food in her mouth like a mouse and opens her mouth to speak.
But I just stuff another loaf of bread in her mouth, smiling.
ăI came to say goodbye.ă
Mireille collapses onto her butt after standing up, and Carlaâs chewing slows down to that of a cowâs.
I put one arm around each of their shoulders and hug them.
ăâŚâŚAegirâs body is quite cold.ă
ăSo itâs really true.ă
The two of them cling to me and sob.
ăSorry this is so sudden.ă
Carla holds onto my arm and drops to the roof to look up at the moon with Mireille.
ăI could care less for a world without Aegir. I might join you soon.ă
ăI wonder if I wouldnât feel this wayâŚâŚif I continued my life as a mercenary like back then.ă
Both of them say tearfully.
ăDonât be sad.ă
I whine, caressing their feeble upward-looking faces.
ăIs everything going to disappear when Iâm gone? I guess I didnât leave anything behind.ă
Carla pauses briefly, then shakes her head.
Mireille also forces herself to smile through the tears.
ăNo, youâve left something. Aegir gave me his child and connected me to this family.ă
ăAnd also the memories of us crying, laughingâŚâŚright?ă
Iâm glad.
ăHalf of our memories of us having sex though.ă
Carla jokes.
ăIâve had lots of adventures tooâŚâŚremember when we exterminated the two-headed demon boar and when we searched for the hidden treasure in the blue pondâŚâŚwe went through so much, even though Iâm a senior member, yet for some reason I wonder why the others tell me I donât have a close relationship.ă
Mireille cocks her head, her face clouded with mixed feelings.
Right, right, we went through a lot.
Anyways, I should end this reminiscent talk.
There is only one thing left to ask.
ăWas it fun living with me?ă
ăOf course!ă
ăYes!ă
The three of us high-five each other.
I leap off the roof, leaving Carla and Mireille to hug one another and cry.
Those are some nice cries.
Iâm sure theyâll be fine.
On my way, I see the light of a lantern.
Carrying bread and milk toward the annex is Ekaterina, Carlaâs daughter.
She must be bringing a late meal to her mother, worried that she hasnât been eating.
ăCarla should be alright now.ă
I embrace Ekaterina and give her a kiss.
Then I carefully lower her back to the ground like a fragile object.
ăLive a long healthy life.ă
Ekaterina silently runs off and then I hear a third crying voice from the roof.
The moment I entered Melâs room, two ladies, three children, and a mature beauty rose from the bed and pounced on me.
ăHow did you know?ă
I smile, letting them push me over.
ăThis is family youâre talking to.ă
Mel says with a smile and a tear trickling down her face.
She probably knows this is the last time weâll meet too.
Melâs children get swept up by their motherâs emotions.
Kuu, Ruu, Sue, and Gilbard cry as they hug me, making it hard for me to talk with them.
This is fine.
Not saying anything and simply sharing one last embrace also makes it worth coming.
ăI hope all continue to get along.ă
I purposely verbalize a sentiment that doesnât need to be said.
ăNot just you, but the rest of them too.ă
Mel seems conflicted at first but eventually nods.
ăAnd youâre all crying a bit too much.ă
The six of them are crying over me, making it seem like itâs raining.
I grab the apple left on the table and divide it into slices.
Normally, I end up crushing it, but this time Iâm able to split it cleanly.
ăHere, eat. Eat up and stop your crying.ă
I toss one slice into each childâs mouth.
That ceases their crying, however Ruu cries twice as loud.
ăIâm leaving soon.ă
ăRight.ă
Everyone lines up by the window.
Perhaps they emptied their tear ducts in the beginning, because by the end, everyone has a smile.
ăIt was fun.ă
I say before jumping out of the window.
âIt was funâ, âthank youâ, âbyeâ.
The scattered responses are very characteristic of Melâs kids.
The soft mutter of âIâm glad I got to live with youâ at the end made me the happiest.
I can hear the sound of someone sleeping peacefully, though the room I crawl into has a gloomy atmosphere.
When I hug her from behind, Maria twitches in surprise.
ăHey.ă
ăâŚâŚă
Maria doesnât turn around.
Her rhythmic breathing has stopped and I donât think she hasnât noticed me.
ăHeey.ă
ăâŚâŚă
Does she think an unfamiliar man visited her in the night or something?
What should I do? Should I let her touch my dick so she knows itâs me?
ăâŚâŚI canât turn around.ă
Maria mutters.
Her voice is hoarse, like she had cried for a long time.
ăWhy not?ă
Maria hugs herself like sheâs terrified of something.
ăBecause if I turn around, youâll disappear, right? I knowâŚâŚbecause you did it so many times.ă
Maria trembles, stubbornly refusing to look at me.
She is more fearful and timid than most people.
ăMaria, I died. I canât be with you anymore.ă
ăStop, this dream again!? Enough, let me wake up!ă
I hug the screaming Maria from behind.
My body doesnât have any warmth, but I at least transmit the warmth of my heart to her.
ăBut Iâm here right now. For one more time, one last time, I wanted to talk with you.ă
Mariaâs sorrowful screams stop, and she turns around stiffly like a broken water wheel.
ăHey.ă
I greet her with a wide grin.
Maria instantly bursts into tears.
ăCruel, so cruelâŚâŚă
ăIâm sorry.ă
Maria shakes her head.
ăI knew. I knew Aegir-san prepared the lunchbox for that child. Despite how clumsy you were, spilling things everywhere and complaining as you did itâŚâŚyou kept thinking that youâd make up with himâŚâŚand yet, he did something so cruel.ă
Oh, thatâs what she meant.
ăIâve had enough. Enough, I said.ă
She isnât sad that I left her behind and disappeared, sheâs crying and getting angry for what happened to me.
Maria is such a kind girl.
ăIs this the last time?ă
ăYeah.ă
I pat Mariaâs back to comfort her.
ăWe wonât see each other again?ă
ăYeah.ă
I comb my fingers through her long hair.
ăSo that meansâŚâŚI have to say goodbye?ă
ăYeah.ă
Maria stands up abruptly.
ăT-then let me make you a meal! Err, letâs see, Iâve got to prepare a soupâŚâŚput the meat in the ovenâŚâŚuugh, if I start now, I canât finish anythingâŚâŚă
I glance at the table and find a portion of uneaten pasta.
So they didnât have the energy to tidy up, huh?
ăThose are leftovers, donât eat it. And itâs gotten coldâŚâŚă
I put the cold pasta in my mouth.
ăTasty. You made this, right?ă
I pick up some more hardened noodles with a fork and bring it to Mariaâs mouth.
ăâŚâŚuuu, itâs good. Even though itâs supposed to taste bad because itâs hard and coldâŚâŚitâs delicious.ă
ăSee?ă
We take turns eating the pasta.
But as soon as the bottom of the plate can be seen, the corners of Mariaâs mouth turn downward.
She knows that once we finish the pasta, our time together will end.
ăItâs the last bite. Finish it with a smile.ă
Maria opens her mouth wide as tears pour from her eyes.
ăThank you for the meal.ă
Maria puts her hands together like sheâs saying a prayer.
ăYeah, thanks for the meal.ă
I do the same and then stand up.
ăItâs fine if you wait a bit, but make him a meal too. Iâm sure heâll munch on the ingredients raw otherwise.ă
ăâŚâŚI will after I sort out my feelings. Iâll deliberately start with cold hard pasta though.ă
I unintentionally laugh out loud.
ăBy the way Maria, did you have fun living with me?ă
Maria, still crying, nods enthusiastically.
A pretty young lady is lying naked on the sofaâŚâŚno, if I look closer, she has underwear on, itâs just wedged deep into her ass. Her body is a bit saggy, but just as erotic as ever.
ăFuuâŚâŚhaaâŚâŚă
Tired and sighing repeatedly is Melissa.
I make eye contact with Jennifer, her daughter, so I raise my hand and say hello.
ăMama, mama.ă
Jennifer pokes the exposed butt.
ăSorry. Iâve reached my limit in many waysâŚâŚIâm sorry for being such a pathetic mamaâŚâŚ let me rest a littleâŚâŚă
Melissa answers, her ass swaying slightly.
If she is treating her child like this, she must truly be at the end of her rope both physically and mentally.
ăMama, not that.ă
I join Jennifer and poke her butt.
ăDonât poke me so muchâŚâŚin a bit, Iâll get up in a bit.ă
I switch from poking to kneading her ass cheeks with both hands.
ăGosh! Where did you learn how to use your hands like that? Itâs like Aegir-sanâs naughty touchâŚâŚurk.ă
Melissa sees me when she reluctantly turns around.
Jennifer sneaks to the corner of the room.
ăWhich is it?ă
ăHm?ă
I donât understand the question.
ăDid you miraculously survive? Or are you a ghost?ă
ăSorry, Iâm closer to a ghost.ă
Melissa slumps into the sofa.
ăI seeâŚâŚaaah.ă
ăI guess I let you down.ă
Melissa is an intelligent woman.
She doesnât scream or lose her composure.
Iâm sure she was also saddened by my death, but she most likely took care of the kids and other despairing girls at the same time. Thatâs why she is exhausted.
I mount Melissa, though I ensure not to rest my weight on her body, and give her a massage from her back to her buttocks.
Even as an amateur, I can tell plenty of fatigue has accumulated in her first-rate body.
ăSorry, Aegir-san. I canât be with you even as a ghost. The children are still youngâŚâŚ youâll have to wait ten years.ă
ăDonât be silly. Youâre not dying in ten years or twenty years. Iâm not a worthless man who would drag his beloved woman to the grave.ă
I apply a bit of force to my massage as I get angry, stretching the underwear which is dug into her ass crack.
ăOw ow ow, sorryâŚâŚfufu, this naughty way of touching definitely belongs to Aegir-san.ă
ăThatâs me.ă
I declare boldly.
ăThis is the endâŚâŚI suppose.ă
ăYeah.ă
I say, somewhat depressed.
ăWhat should we talk about? Thereâs so much that happened, I donât know where to start.ă
Melissaâs breathing becomes ragged.
ăItâs fine. Seeing your face, being touched by you and exchanging words, even if they are nonsensical ramblings, that is enough.ă
Melissa lays on her back and spreads her arms.
Of course, I jump into them.
ăIâm glad I was sold to you.ă
I bury my face into her breasts and listen.
ăIâm glad I became a prostitute.ă
I can tell sheâs choking up and starting to hiccup.
ăIâm glad I wasâŚâŚbroken. Because I met you.ă
In many ways, those arenât good things.
But itâs an honor as a man to have her say it to me.
ăIâm also glad to have met Melissa. If fate exists, Iâm thankful for it.ă
Both of us open our mouths simultaneously.
ăăIt was fun.ăă
I stand up.
There are plenty of things I want to say, but Iâve told her what I wanted to tell her the most.
When I position next to the window and turn around, Melissa changes into an extremely sexy outfit.
ăItâs to send you off. Vulgar, isnât it?ă
ăFufu, itâs the most beautiful. But you should scold the one next to you.ă
Jennifer is wearing a similar outfit as Melissa that exposes her childish body.
ăWhen did you, itâs ten years too early for youâŚâŚno, you must not wear such perverted clothes!ă
ăI want to be sexy like mama!ă
Melissa covers her face and stares up at the ceiling.
ăTake care. Live a long life.ă
I give the two of them a kiss each, and part with them forever.
I stand in front of the tower.
ăOooooâŚâŚOooooooo!!ă
ăIs this the demon kingâs castle?ă
The earth-shaking groans continue to echo.
Its source is obviously within the tower, and Iâve been hearing it constantly ever since I got close to the palace.
ăAaooooooâŚâŚugh! Aauoooooo!ă
The groans get louder.
I even hear an extraordinary fart-like sound.
How did she make that sound?
I think about turning back, but I shake my head and pull myself together.
The person in the tower is not the demon king, itâs Claudia, and the groans are her wailing.
Surely, the reason she is crying is because of me.
I push off the ground and leap up to the window of the three-storey tower.
ăHiguoooooo!! Egooooooooo!!ă
Her voice is so powerful that I almost fall backwards when I open the window, but I grab the frame and hang on somehow.
ăHey.ă
ăGugeeeeâŚâŚahâŚâŚă
Claudia, who is standing in the middle of the room, stops crying.
Oh and it stinks. That sound I heard was actually a fart, huh?
ăOoohâŚâŚmyâŚâŚmyâŚâŚă
Claudia runs up and clings to me.
ăTo think I can see you again in this worldâŚâŚmy tears and lamenting were not in vain!ă
She seals my mouth with a kiss before I can say anything.
ăYou are without a doubtâŚâŚmy beloved. However, you are no longer alive.ă
ăYeah.ă
Claudia doesnât probe any further and remains glued to my chest.
Staying silent could also be fine, but I have something I want to say.
ăYouâve gotten a littleâŚâŚno, I guess itâs quite a bit skinnier, Claudia. And your skin is white.ă
Two images, one of a giant ball of flesh and one of a shiny black muscular form, cross my mind, but the woman in front of me right now is just a chubby adult female.
ăEver since news of Your Majestyâs death reached me, I have been crying endlessly. Because of that, I have lost both muscle and fat, and my weight has dropped 150 kg, plus Iâve gotten paler from not going outside.ă
ăI seeâŚâŚthatâs incredible.ă
I leave this topic there and get to what I really want to say.
I separate from Claudia, get down on one knee and lower my head.
ăIâve been saved by you countless times. You left your husband and your house and devoted yourself to me, yet I couldnât repay you. And now Iâm disappearing with that debt unpaid.ă
Claudia kindly puts her hand on my cheek.
ăWhat are you saying? I devoted myself to you because of love, and there is no loss in love. I gave you my all because I fell for you. Donât say that you will return anything, instead think of it as having received my love.ă
I smile and slump my shoulders.
Itâs my total loss, Claudiaâs love appeared ridiculous but was actually much deeper than mine.
When I looked up, Claudia was crying and smiling with a dignified expression that was completely different from my unprepared veneer.
ăOh, my dear beloved. My eternal lover. I hope your path leads you to wherever you want to go.ă
Claudia then takes a deep breath and shouts.
ăClara!!ă
Clara comes jogging in with quick footsteps.
ăYou called, madaââfueh, master!?ă
Claudia gives Clara a command as sheâs trying to figure out whatâs going on.
ăA send-off! To King Hardlett, on his eternal departure!ă
Claudia bows her head gracefully, keeping her back as straight as an iron pole.
Similarly, Clara also bows.
In the end, I couldnât win against Claudia.
I put my hand on the window with a wry smile, thinking that Iâll be leaving with her having taken the initiative the whole time.
I convey the situation to the confused and tearful Clara with a single glance.
My message successfully reaching her, she sheds one tear and mouths the word âgoodbyeâ back to me.
ăBy the way Clara, I realized many years ago.ă
ăGeh.ă
Claudia says, her form still perfect.
I jump out of the window gallantly.
ăP-please wait, Your Majesty, take me with you even if itâs to the other worldââaah, madam, have mercy!! Anything but that! Please spare me! Ugyaaaăź!ă
I sneak through the window into a room where Yoguri is hunched over a desk and running her brush over a sheet of paper.
She is writing her script, her sole purpose in life, as if possessed by something.
Her cheeks are caved in, her greasy hair is stuck to her forehead, and her clothes are stained with sweat.
She probably hasnât eaten much or taken a bath.
ăI-Iâm doneâŚâŚnextâŚâŚnextâŚâŚă
Yoguri doesnât notice me even when I donât make much of an effort to tip-toe closer.
I peek at the pile of roughly stacked papers on the desk.
These might be the scripts for a play, but I donât know the detailed instructions so all I can read are the general plots.
Itâs a story of a king who dies an untimely death returning home after narrowly escaping death, and ends with him defeating the rebels.
Itâs a story of a king tired of the world who feigns death and becomes a peasant, eventually reunites with his former town girl concubine and lives together with her.
Itâs a story where time rewinds at the moment of the kingâs death, he is stopped before departing and is able to continue his life without incident.
They are all different works, but the feelings put into them are the same.
ăUuuâŚâŚmoreâŚâŚI have to write moreâŚâŚmore, more!ă
A red-eyed Yoguri desperately continues to write.
Just when Iâm about to reach out and stop her, my eyes land on another work.
Itâs a story about a kingâŚâŚat this point, I can say itâs me, right?
Itâs a story where I am actually alive and come back to capture the throne.
And then his unjust traitorous sonâŚâŚI guess itâs Antonio.
Antonio is defeated in a duel and punished on the spot by being fucked in the assââ
ăWhat the heck is this?ă
I unconsciously voice my thoughts.
ăThat is written with my personal tastes and not meant to be publishedâŚâŚdonât look at it.ă
Yoguri snatches the manuscript from me and sighs after burying it somewhere on her messy desk.
ăGosh, Aegir-san. Donât just come into my room without warning.ă
ăSorry. I have important business.ă
Yoguri puffs up in anger, but soon realizes the way she smells and casually sprays perfume on herself.
ăGoodness, what could it be that you had to come so late at nightâŚâŚI mean, the only thing can be sex, right? Iâm a bit dirty, so let me take a bath firstâŚâŚa bath.ă
The bottle of perfume drops to the floor and shatters.
ăY-y-youâre aliveââă
I shake my head.
Yoguriâs face changes from surprised to delighted and then to saddened.
That moment is painful.
ăâŚâŚthis-this worthless thing!ă
Yoguri grabs the draft she just completed and tries to tear it.
ăI prayed hard when writing this! I believed you would come back if I wrote lots! But itâs all for nothingââă
I stop Yoguri before she rips up the papers.
ăHey now, donât do something so wasteful. Itâs well-writtenâŚâŚalthough I just skimmed it.ă
You can rip that one you buried on your desk though.
I straighten the wrinkles on the paper and hand it back to Yoguri.
Yoguri hugs the bundle of papers and eventually jumps into my chest.
ăAegir-san is not dead. I wonât let you die on my watch.ă
She continues before I can open my mouth.
ăOnce every month, I will write about Aegir-san. Iâll make sure Aegir-san doesnât disappear from everyoneâs memories. You can live forever in my plays.ă
Itâs not that big of a deal.
Yoguri doesnât listen when I tell her itâs fine if Iâm forgotten over the years.
ăIâll remind everyone how much of a womanizer you are, how you like to cheat, how you act without thinking, but also how warm, kind and reliable you areâŚâŚă
I donât know whether I should blush or complain.
ăIâll make sure everyone remembers Aegir-san as someone who actually also likes cute boys!ă
ăThatâs fabrication.ă
Why does she want me to engage with males?
Anyway, I donât say much else.
I am leaving and Yoguri is staying.
As the one leaving, I should be the one to say it.
And there is only one thing I have to say.
ăThank you. And goodbye.ă
ăYeah. It was alsoâŚâŚfun for me.ă
We exchange a hug, a kiss and a final farewell with a smile.
Yep, thatâs good. This is a perfect score.
ăI guess itâs about time to patrol.ă
Myla, who sluggishly stands up, is dressed in military uniform on her top half but only has underwear on her bottom half.
Rather than a sword, she is holding a bottle of alcohol in her hand.
ăI was told by the vice-captain to rest for a while! What a rare dumb mistake for you, Myla-dono! Waha, wahaha! WahahaâŚâŚwahaâŚâŚă
Irijina sounds boisterous as usual, though her face doesnât show the same emotion.
ăYou donât have to go. The mushroom hotpot has just been cooked.ă
ăI donât want any.ă
Myla takes a swig from her bottle and returns to bed while Irijina stirs the pot next to the fireplace.
ăCelia-dono, she isnât coming back.ă
ăI doubt she will. I have a feeling about it.ă
Myla finishes the last drops of her alcohol and tosses the empty bottle into the corner of the room.
She goes to fetch a new bottle from the cupboard, but Irijina grabs her hand and stops her.
ăDrinking more will poison your body! You mustnât do it, especially now!ă
ăWho cares. It doesnât matter since heâsâŚâŚă
Irijina snatches the bottle out of Mylaâs hand, picks her up and gently places her on the bed.
ăSniffâŚâŚitâs too suddenâŚâŚhe was so strongâŚâŚand still.ă
ăâŚâŚthatâs what it means to be a warrior. And itâs not uncommon for a corpse to not be left behindâŚâŚnot uncommon at allâŚâŚă
Myla covers her face with her hand as she cries, whereas Irijinaâs salt water gets added to her hotpot.
ăIâm such a pathetic man.ă
I hug their shoulders.
They raise their heads slowly, their eyes widen, and then they despair at the lack of heat from my skin.
ăSorry. This is the last time weâll meet.ă
I tell them.
ăUooooooh!!ă
Irijina stands, grabs a bottle from the cupboard and comes running back.
ăTime to drink!ă
Itâs very characteristic of Irijina to do things without a logical reason.
Itâs better than her acting all solemn.
ăErrrâŚâŚumm!!ă
Myla removes her uniform and shows me her exposed chest and belly.
What is she doing?
ăI got pregnant when we fooled around three months ago!ă
ăNo wait, wait just a second.ă
I try to remember my liaisons three months ago, but there are too many.
ăThe time when the six of us, Irijina, Celia, and I, along with a girl from a nearby village, played strip diceâŚâŚă
I remember now.
It has to be when Irijina and Celia were involved too.
It was the time when Myla was receiving a concentrated attack, got stripped quickly and then was pounced on by me after I got turned on.
Not to mention it was when both of us were drunk, so we didnât think of using contraception.
ăâŚâŚI couldnât be happy at all.ă
I pass through the bottles to get to Myla.
ăWithout you here, I thought it was pointless to give birth, so Iâve been drinking everydayâŚâŚ and I wouldnât care what happened.ă
I write the words âpregnant, drinking alcohol is forbiddenâ with charcoal on a wooden tag and hang it around Mylaâs neck.
ăWhy donât we party it up one last time?ă
Irijina and I share booze while Myla gets fruit juice.
ăThe mushroom hotpot is perfectly seasoned!ă
ăMushrooms are fine too, but you two should eat meat. Look how thin youâve gotten.ă
I divide a healthy portion of meat into Myla and Irijinaâs bowl while taking the mushrooms for myself. Itâs a very pretty hotpot with red, white, green, and purple colors in it.
We enjoy a merry time without worrying about bothering our neighbors.
The tears welling up in their eyes were counteracted with laughter and the pecking of their hotpot.
Eventually, the alcohol runs out and the bottom of the pot can be seen.
ăWell, itâs about time for me to leave.ă
ăâŚâŚyes.ă
ăâŚâŚumu.ă
I hug both of them, and rub Mylaâs belly.
ăTake care.ă
Their response was sobbing.
ăOne more thing, Irijina. I noticed it when I hugged you, your belly is swollen too.ă
ăWhat? Youâre right! Iâm pregnant! When did this happen!?ă
ăAre you serious?ă
Their crying faces turn into a shocked and fed-up face respectively.
I laugh freely and wave farewell.
ăThis is an emotional farewell, but this is really just a pretty way of abandoning isnât it?ă
I hope I donât get hit by karma and die.
Some strange bumps are appearing on my bodyâŚâŚis it an extension of divine punishment or just from the mushroom hotpot I ate?
I hate to think what would happen if I wasnât a vampire.
I was pinned as soon as I entered the room.
Both my arms were locked and my ankles were held together.
ăImpressive, Sekrit.ă
I say to Sekrit, whose hair is draped over her face.
Then I hug her body from below.
Itâs a gesture of love and also to show her that my body has no heat.
Sekrit, who is much smarter than me, should understand right away.
ăTake me with you.ă
She pleads as she closes my fingers around the handle of a knife, brushes her hair up and exposes her neckââor more specifically, her carotid artery.
ăI canât. You have a child too.ă
Sekritâs child, Hasafa, is not in this room.
Sheâs the one who gave birth to him, but the rearing of the child is all being done by Sulama.
ăItâs not my problem. Whether or not Iâm hereâŚâŚă
I seal her mouth with a kiss.
After the kiss, Sekrit groans and glares at me while holding her head.
ăIf you insist on not taking me then Iâm going to find other men. Iâll go find the three most brawny guys and make them cover me in their seed every night.ă
ăUrâŚâŚghâŚâŚă
An image of Sekrit being surrounded by three men and all of her holes being filled crosses my mind.
Then she screams as she gets pumped with white jizzâŚâŚoh, what jealousy it stirs within me.
However I canât remain at Sekritâs side anymore.
Even if she tells me that sheâll find other guys, it doesnât make sense for me to complain.
ăGrâŚâŚnngggâŚâŚguooâŚâŚă
Nevertheless, I donât want to admit it and only express through grunts my frustration, to which Sekrit sighs sadly.
ăYouâre not going to take me no matter what?ă
ăYeah.ă
I wonât yield on that.
I definitely donât want to drag Sekrit to the grave after taking Celia with me.
Even if thatâs what she wants, I wonât allow it.
ăWhy donât you raise Hasafa up to be a splendid man instead?ă
Sekrit coldly turns her back to me.
ăGo.ă
She says bluntly.
ăYeah, sorry itâs so sudden.ă
I kiss Sekrit on the nape of her neck and then head toward the window.
ăOne last thing.ă
I stop moving.
ăWhat kind of a woman was I to you?ă
I could talk endlessly once I start, but letâs sum it up in one word.
ăYou were the best.ă
Sekritâs shoulders lift slightly.
ăIâm sure you say that to everyone.ă
I reply with a wry smile.
Everyone is truly the best, so itâs not like Iâm lying.
ăEnough. Go.ă
I resume walking again.
When I try to show her a thumbs up, a fruit knife comes flying at me.
ăGood bye, my man, my final man.ă
Her shaky mumble would have gone unheard had I been a human.
Thatâs why I pretend not to have heard it and jump out the window.
Sekritâs monologue continues as she stares at the window I leave through.
ăIâll raise your seed well. Iâll make him mercilessly kill any enemy he sees and indiscriminately fuck any woman he sees, just like you, until he eventually replaces that lazy son.ă
I want to tell her Iâm not like that and not to raise her son into such a beast, but I canât respond like I can hear her the whole time at this point, and just leave her be.
I wanted a clean farewell and now I have this strange regret.
Iâm scared there will be a rumor about him thirty years later, but I can only pray that she raises him well.
The next stop is a bit troublesome, so I psyche myself up before jumping through the window of the corridor.
When I do, I see an unexpected womanâŚâŚitâs Casie sitting in the corner of the corridor holding her knees.
ďźSniffle.ďź
I tap Casie, who has partially materialized into a vengeful ghost and is blowing her nose, on the shoulder, unable to ignore her.
ďźFpsshu.ďź
She lifts her face, half-transformed because of her extreme sadness.
Then she blinks her eyes a few times when she sees me.
ďźGyaaaaa! A ghoooost! Evil spirit, begone!!ďź
ăYouâre close, but wrong. Also, youâre one to talk, as a ghost yourself.ă
Casie bounces around in fear, hitting the wall and ceiling, though she eventually calms down and descends in front of me.
There is a deflating sound and her face returns to the dumb-looking one Iâm familiar with.
The order is wrong, but Casie is also family.
Letâs say goodbye to her.
When I tell her this is the last time weâll see each other, she starts crying again.
However, she doesnât transform this time.
ăWell, I do have one thing to say to you.ă
Casie wipes her tears with my sleeve and smiles, implying that I donât have to say anything.
I know itâs late to ask, but where is the water for her tears coming from?
ďźI actually knew all along.ďź
âI seeâ, I mutter.
ďźMy grudge has long since disappeared. I was just dragging it out.ďź
I simply nod.
ďźI wanted to stay here in this lively and warm house, even if just for a second longer.ďź
I gently pat Casieâs head.
ďźBut everything changes. Everyone has grown older and Aegir-san is also gone. Itâs weird for someone like me who never changes to stay here, right?ďź
ăYeah.ă
The two of us donât age anymore.
Thatâs why we must leave.
ăYouâre not going to say goodbye?ă
ďźNo. I wrote a note. Iâve also got some pumpkin for my final moments too.ďź
Iâm a bit skeptical of her definition of a note, but letâs not nitpick.
ăThen Iâll see you off.ă
I stand Casie by the window.
Then the clouds part and the beautiful full moon peeks out.
Casie stares at my face and slowly rises upâŚâŚonly to come back.
ďźI-Iâm not quite preparedâŚâŚlend me your hand.ďź
ăYouâre a hopeless girl, arenât you?ă
I stick my hand under Casieâs arm, supporting her like Iâm playfully lifting up a baby.
Then vigorously toss her up, without regret, towards the moon.
ăOff I goooo.ă
Casie soars high into the sky with a smile and vanishes, becoming a golden sparkle.
Palace windows open one after the other and patrolling guards stop to look around.
Apparently, her final words reached those who normally canât see or hear her.
ďźWhat a pleasant farewell.ďź
Translucent entities slip through the ceiling and wallsâŚâŚNeisha and the other ghosts of the inner palace come out.
Neisha speaks first before I can say anything.
ďźYou donât have to utter a word. Everyone is aware.ďź
Neisha and the other ghosts smile and become more faint.
ďźYou brought us, who were deluded by grudges, to our senses. You yourself fell to a plot and feel no resentment. I also want to live that way. I want to live once more with others who live like that.ďź
ăThen youâll have to start over.ă
Because she canât do that as a ghost.
The other ghosts donât seem to have any objections either.
ďźUs ghosts of the inner palace will abandon the past and look toward the future.ďź
ďźYes, my grudge is disappearing. Rather than remaining in this world, I want to move on to the next life.ďź
ďźGoodbye my beloved, goodbye my begrudged. I will forget it all and ascend to heaven.ďź
Everyone scatters into golden beads and fades awayâŚâŚand donât disappear.
ďźââdo the same for us please.ďź
With a wry smile, I lift the tiny Neisha up, and like I did with Casie, throw her toward the full moon.
ďźThank you.ďź
Neisha extends a hand up at the moon and then vanishes.
I send them off, one by one.
After sending off the last one, I gaze briefly at the empty space in the sky, then walk to my original destination.
The reason Iâm going to this room via the corridor is because the window is tightly guarded.
Of course, there is security in the corridor too, though they are easier to deal with than the ones in the room.
ăSorry.ă
In an instant, I accelerate outside of their line of sight and take down four guards at once.
I hold back as much as I can, tapping them lightly, but they still spin around in the air once before fainting.
If Iâm not careful, one day Iâll end up killing somebody.
Inside the room, I hear a disturbed womanâs voice rather than sobbing.
ăMother, stay strongâŚâŚitâs not motherâs fault.ă
The voice belongs to Rose, since this is Catherine and Roseâs room.
ăItâs my faultâŚâŚmy sonâŚâŚI destroyed everythingâŚâŚI ruined everything againâŚâŚă
Catherine sits on the bed clutching her head in distress, her teeth chattering.
Itâs pathetic of me that I considered something as stupid as leaving without a trace knowing Catherine would end up like this.
This is no time to think about appearing in a cool manner.
I toss the troubled Rose to the corner of the bed and wrap my arm around Catherineâs shoulder.
ăItâs not your fault. Donât torment yourself.ă
Then there is three minutes of confusion in their faces.
ăâŚâŚcan you talk?ă
ăNope.ă
For some reason, Catherine strips naked and hugs me from the front.
She buries her face in my chest, staining my clothes with snot and tears.
ăLet me explain, father.ă
Rose speaks after raining my face with kisses.
Her eyes are a little red, but she doesnât hesitate. Despite her soft appearance, sheâs quite composed.
ăMother became like this because she blames herself for your death at the hands of Antonio. She says that we are people with a curse that ruins families.ă
Catherine nods while still against my chest.
That canât be true.
I was the one who destroyed Catherineâs previous family, and what happened this time was my just deserts.
âŚâŚperhaps the curse is actually me, no it canât be, right?
ăShe wanted to at least end things with her own hands and tried to kill AntonioâŚâŚă
I poke Catherineâs side strongly.
She lets out a choked grunt, though she doesnât separate from my chest.
ăObviously I stopped her, then next she suggested a double suicide.ă
I flip up Catherineâs shirt, blow on my hand, and slap her back with an open palm.
A distinct hand print forms on her back as she lets out a cute shriek.
Still, Catherine doesnât let go.
ăLastly, she tried to take responsibility by offering to kill herselfâŚâŚI put her to sleep temporarily with Natiaâs medicine and now sheâs like this.ă
ăGosh, youâŚâŚno, I guess itâs my fault for not saying anything.ă
I hug Catherineâs head and talk to her like a child.
ăThereâs no such thing as a cursed people. If you consider all the things Iâve done, the kind of fate I met was not anything strange.ă
Catherine lifts her headâŚâŚher tearful and anxious expression makes her look like sheâs in her twenties.
ăBut IâŚâŚI said it would come someday. That retribution would comeâŚâŚand that became a jinxâŚâŚă
I show her an exaggerated smile.
If some cursed words could kill me, then Iâd have died decades ago.
I pull away from Catherine, put her hands on my neck and lift her up.
She is surprised for a second at my cold body and tries to close her eyes, but I rain kisses all over her face, not letting her do so.
ăI died how I was supposed to die. I wonât let you girls shoulder the burden.ă
I carry Rose with the opposite hand.
After the two of them briefly crawl their hands over my face, they smileâŚâŚCatherine forces herself to while Roseâs comes from the bottom of her heart.
ăIf I can tell you a regret a have.ă
With the two still in my arms, I walk over to the window where the kingâs quarters can be seen outside.
ăWill you forgive Antonio?ă
ăăNot a chance.ăă
Both of them answered simultaneously.
ăHow could you kill our loving father and take me, your sister, as your wife, are you crazy? Die!ă
ăHow dare you use foul play to kill your own father! I should never have given birth to you!ă
ăăWe told him together.ăă
Wow, harsh.
As someone who loves his mother and sister, he must be enduring a lot.
ăWell, donât be so quick to say that. No matter what happened, heâs still family. Iâm not too familiar with the details, but he still loves you two.ă
ăăâŚâŚăă
They donât reply.
ăHe has no friends here. The only thing he has is the blood connection with you.ă
Catherine and Rose look at each other, their eyebrows furrowing like they are contemplating the issue.
Then they break out in a smile.
ăNow that I think about it, itâs weird for my dead father to appear to me as a ghost and tell me to forgive Antonio.ă
Itâs sad to hear my daughter say that.
ăAs a woman, I canât forgive Antonio for killing you and making a mess of everything. However, I can still feel some affection towards him as a mother. âŚâŚI guess I can forgive him after giving him a good spanking.ă
Thatâs good enough.
No matter what kind of evil deed he did, you forgive him because heâs your child.
Thatâs how it should be.
ăAlright, I should be going, now that I have no regrets.ă
I lower the both of them.
ăYes, and I also have something to say. I forgot about it before.ă
Rose mentions lightheartedly.
I only turn my head around to her and smile sheepishly because she ruined the perfect mood for an eternal farewell.
ăIâm pregnant. Fatherâs seed hit the bullseye in one shot.ă
My neck rotates 180 degrees, making a bone-cracking sound.
If I was a human, it would have been a fatal injury.
Catherine also falls down with a thud.
ăJust letting you know.ă
ăYou said it like it was nothing.ă
I help Catherine get back up from the floor as she struggles to stand on her weak legs.
ăAnyways, Iâll accept Antonioâs proposal along with forgiving him. Even if we arenât connected by blood, itâll be bad if the public knows I am pregnant with my fatherâs child, so Iâll make it his child instead.ă
ăBeing pregnant with your brotherâs child is still badâŚâŚgosh.ă
Iâm afraid of the strength of Roseâs heart.
Catherine will be fine if I let Rose look after her.
ăNow thenâŚâŚă
I return my head to its proper alignment and sit Catherine on the bed.
ăDid you have fun?ă
ăYes!ă
ăOf course!ă
I have no regrets.
This is goodbye to the two of them.
I watch the three of them surround a campfire silently from atop of the roof.
Their sad and vacant expressions cause feelings of guilt from leaving without saying anything well up inside me.
But I have something to address first and foremost.
ăIsnât it a bad idea to start a campfire in the courtyard in the middle of the nightă
I land next to Pipi, who is poking the fire with a stick, Luna, who is adding leaves to the flames, and Ruby, who is about to cook a potato.
ăChief!ă
Pipi throws away her stick and pounces on me.
ăDid perhaps the mountain god answer our prayers and project the chiefâs soul to us!?ă
Luna drops the pile of leaves straight into the campfire without thinking and clings to my waist.
Sorry, Iâve become an existence thatâs more on the evil side.
ăErrâŚâŚummmâŚâŚă
Ruby turns left and right in a panic, not sure where to put her potato, then joins in and hugs Luna.
Thereâs something more important that I must do first.
I pull the three of them off me.
ăExtinguish the fire! The stick and leaves are burning!ă
I didnât come to the palace as a ghost intending to set the palace aflame.
I stomp on the scattered embers, smother the flames with my cloak, and pick up Pipi and let her pee over the fire to finally completely extinguish the campfire.
We lay wearily on the ground on our sides, and I explain the details while Iâm at it.
It was supposed to be a more emotional development, but now it seems more like a second thought.
ăI want to ask one thing.ă
Pipi murmurs.
ăDid the chief lose to Antonio? Were you challenged to fight fair and square loseâŚâŚthen died?ă
ăYeah, I lost. Antonio was the one who made it back here alive, not me.ă
Other things happened, but thatâs the truth.
The three of them look devastated.
ăIf the chief was defeated in a fair battle, then Antonio is the new chiefâŚâŚwe have no choice but to accept it. That is the law of the mountain nationâŚâŚas frustrating as it is.ă
Now that they remind me, I did at one point slay the shaman and chief of the mountain nation at the time and made them follow me.
I couldnât say it in front of Catherine, but everything Iâve done is coming back to me, and thatâs pretty ironic.
ăIf the new chief orders it, we will have to do as he pleases.ă
Ruby grumbles, causing me to stop moving.
ăâŚâŚas he pleases?ă
ăWhatever he desires. If he asks for it, we cannot refuse.ă
Luna continues.
ăMu, guâŚâŚso thatâs the mountain nationâs law?ă
Iâm starting to get some lingering attachment again.
ăHe will violate us one at a time from behind. He will stick it in roughly, slapping our ass at the same time.ă
Pipi adds, sticking her own ass out as if imagining the scene.
ăGuoooâŚâŚă
When I grab my head in agony, the three of them burst out laughing.
ăFufu, weâre just teasing. Think of it as a way of venting our anger for visiting us so suddenly.ă
Luna smiles, bowing politely to me.
ăAs people of the mountain nation, we will accept him as the new chief. If war breaks out, we will join in haste. But as women who had their beloved man taken away, we will refuse to let him mount us.ă
Ruby playfully pokes me as Iâm suffering.
ăPipi will also listen to his orders but refuse mating! Antonio is strong though, if he assaults me, I canât resist.ă
He wonât do something as heinous as forcing himself on an unwilling woman, right?
Right?
ăăăWho knows.ăăă
ăGuooâŚâŚă
The campfire is lit once more as they happily watch me act like Iâm suffering.
ăWe bid you farewell. This is goodbye to you in this life, but if you see our children and our descendants, please take good care of them.ă
ăPipi too! I want to stare at your face so I donât forget it!ă
Pipi jumps on my head, and Luna and Ruby also bring themselves near my face.
ăHahaha, you should be fine after looking so much.ă
I etch their faces in my memory as well, and give their noses a final light poke, triggering them to sneeze.
ăIâm going now.ă
The three wish me well and wave their hands.
Death is not something to be sad about in the value system of the mountain nation.
Itâs a different story if one dies and becomes a vengeful spirit, but souls that die without regrets return to the mountain and simply get reincarnated in another life.
Thatâs why our parting will end smoothly.
Or so I thought, as Pipi sobs, Luna cries, and Ruby falls to her knees in tears.
I leave the courtyard without daring to look back, despite thinking that I left a lot of loose ends.
ăShall we go greet the new chief tomorrow?ă
ăWhat will we do if he desires our bodies?ă
ăItâll be fine. Our wombs already have a guest, we can confidently reject him!ă
I approach the bed silently.
There is no need to keep our voices down because this place has no light or guards.
But she wonât come back even if I talk to her so I stroke her hair quietly.
ăIn some ways, youâre my biggest regret. I couldnât get you to open your eyes.ă
Benel remains asleep, almost like sheâs dead.
Sheâs been this way for many years. Doctors have also given up on her, saying sheâll likely never wake up.
ăItâs pathetic that I went and died without being able to nurse you back to health.ă
Benel, who doesnât seem to have aged possibly as a result of her comatose state, doesnât react when I put my hand on her cheek or when I give her a soft kiss.
About thirty seconds passed and I was just about to leave a single rose behind.
ăâŚâŚugh.ă
Iâm surprised.
The most surprised Iâve been since dying.
Her eyes open a tiny crack, look around in confusion and land on me.
ăâŚâŚAegir?ăâŚâŚgood morning.ă
She shouldnât be able to generate sound from her throat or lungs after sleeping for so long.
I answer her hoarse ghost-like whisper with a wide smile.
ăGood morning. Nice night, isnât it?ă
I mutter, placing a rose on the bed of Benel, who is perplexed at how her weakened body canât move.
Then, I leave as I hear the maid come around for her night shift.
ăWhat is this sound so late in theââB-Benel-sama!?ă
ăMy bodyâŚâŚcanât moveâŚâŚhow strange.ă
I hear more sets of footsteps.
The nurses and doctors likely told her sheâs been sleeping for years.
ăâŚâŚbut Iâm lucky to even be alive with that wound. Aegirâs the one who saved me, right? Eh, where did you go? Aegir, where are you?ă
I stop eavesdropping.
ăIt canât be! You were right here, itâs not a dream! This rose tooââă
I donât want to make her sad right after she wakes up.
Hopefully, she thinks itâs an illusion.
I systematically visited each womanâs room.
Soon, there were no more people who cried, forced themselves to smile, were glad they got to see me for one last time, or despaired in a mix of emotions as they watched me leave.
The ones I couldnât visit were Leah, Natia, Felteris and the elves.
Although Iâm worried about them, I just have to concede that I canât meet everyone.
ăWhile Iâm at it, Iâll also take care of some trivial business.ă
There is still time until dawn.
If I can do some clean-up, I might as well do it.
I open the door of the room where light is leaking out even though itâs close to daybreak without knocking.
The sound of a pen scribbling on a sheet of paper pauses and resumes moving less than one second later.
Without worrying about hiding my footsteps, I walk toward and stand behind the source of the noise and light.
ăHey, any problems?ă
The sound of the pen doesnât stop.
Leopolt doesnât turn around either.
ăNone. Or are you suggesting one will happen soon?ă
I shake my head and show him the red eyes that prove Iâm no longer human.
ăA king is nothing more than an accessory to the nation. If the new king has sufficient capabilities, he would just be a higher quality alternative. What problem is there?ă
This guy, saying what he wants until the end.
Iâm getting so angry that my eyes are shining like crazy.
Itâs gotten to the point that the whole room has a red glow, how do I stop it?
I want to just knock this unpleasant guy down and leave, but since Iâm here, I might as well say what I have to say.
ăI said Iâd get you promoted to the top, but that ended prematurely. Well, I guess this is what they call the changing of times. It was unexpected to me too, so forgive me.ă
I can write him a letter of recommendation now. No, thatâd have the opposite effect.
Leopolt covers his eyes with a hand because my eyes are too bright, then answers.
ăI donât mind. The new king seems to have endless ambition. Iâm sure there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.ă
Thatâs fine then.
ăHe doesnât charge recklessly or let himself be overcome with anger. Although he lacks in experience, he has the potential to eventually become someone capable of leading hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Heâs far superior to his predecessor, who was only competent enough to command a thousand-man army, and much easier to use.ă
Damn him, thinking of me so poorly.
Does he want me to grab him and throw him out of the window?
Getting angry once more seems to have made the light in my eyes disappear.
Do I control it by turning them on and off in my mind?
ăHowever.ă
Leopolt continues.
Itâs not bright anymore, you donât have to cover your eyes.
ăItâs become boring and dull as he isnât as much of a hassle or as irrational as his predecessor.ă
I didnât think Iâd hear those words come out from Leopoltâs mouth.
ăâŚâŚI see.ă
I turn around, unable to hold in a smile.
I donât have to talk long with him. Itâs always been that way with him.
Leopolt stands up from his chair, making me wonder what heâs thinking.
He better not be hoping for a hug, Iâll punch him.
ăThanks for your hard work, Lord Hardlett.ă
ăSure.ă
He offers his hand and I reciprocate on reflex.
I guess this will do, since Iâm not a king or noble anymore, nor am I a close friend.
We let go of each otherâs hand after the brief handshake.
I exit the room.
Leopolt returns to his seat and resumes his work.
Thatâs the end.
Not that I care, but I guess Iâll also visit Adolph and Tristan.
If theyâre there, great, if not, Iâll scribble a message on the wall.
AlsoâŚâŚoh.
ăHaa, I canât get over it. This kind of ending is possible?ă
ăâŚâŚhow disappointing.ă
ăThe general lost to such a brat? I wonât be able to go on unless I drink.ă
I pass by the dining hall where a gloomy Christoph, Mack and Yakov are drinking.
ăLetâs just drink. Letâs be cheerful even if itâs a lie.ă
ăâŚâŚI doubt it will change anything.ă
ăIt makes me feel sick no matter how much I drink. Still, thereâs no other option.ă
The three of them clank their glasses together in a mood that is by no means happy.
ăăăăCheers.ăăăă
I smile and leave the dining hall behind as the three of them tip over from their chairs.
Then I see the stable from the window and descend with a sigh.
ăIâll drop by, I guess. Not like I have time to spare for a perverted horse.ă
I curse, stroking the wide-eyed Schwartzâs nose a few times before stopping.
ăYouâve gotten pretty small.ă
Of course, a horse canât shrink, but his entire body has shriveled and his spirit is almost non-existent.
Schwartz turns away coldly.
I tug on his mane which is more ruffled than it is in my memory.
Schwartz snorts, but it doesnât have the same impact as it used to.
ăAre you going to die too?ă
Schwartz glances at me and then nuzzles his nose against me.
Heâs not yet at the age considered to be an old horse.
And it doesnât appear like he has any illness.
And somehow I know that he canât be saved.
ăGosh, youâre so annoying, chasing after me.ă
I take a brush and step inside the stable.
Iâve ridden him for a while. I can groom him one last time.
When I set foot inside, I come across four mares lying down with white liquid dripping from between their legs.
One of them is an especially big one with an abnormal sex drive.
Schwartz neighs like heâs laughing.
ăâŚâŚdamn horse, youâre just exhausted from overdoing it!?ă
I jam the brush up his ass and stomp off, ignoring his neighs of agony.
ăDo your best to live long, dimwit.ă
The night is not over yet.
But it is time for light to start emerging from the horizon.
ăâŚâŚă
There is an idiot who is casting a fishing line into the creekâŚâŚor rather, the aqueduct outside the palace.
That person, who doesnât appear to know how to fish, is holding the rod blankly.
I sit down next to that idiot.
ăCatch anything?ă
The response comes after a long long time.
ăThereâs no way I can catch anything this late at night.ă
However, right as those words were said, the floating lure gets pulled into the water.
ăYou got a bite.ă
The person doesnât reply or do anything with the fishing rod.
Eventually the lure stops moving.
ăYou suck, you let it run away.ă
ăWell yeah, because Iâve never done this before.ă
What a hopeless guy.
ăIâll show you. Give me the rod.ă
I grab the familiar rod and reattach bait to the end.
Getting a bite in an aqueduct is a miracle, and it wonât happen again, but you never know unless you try.
Besides, there is some fun in just waiting with your lure in the water.
ăHey, what are you crying about, silly?ă
I drape my cloak over the personâs nightwear and slap the personâs back.
ăIs it tough?ă
I ask with my eyes still on the rod.
I sense a nodding motion.
ăIt comes with the job. You had the determination too, Iâm sure itâll go well.ă
ăReally?ă
With that, things go silent.
Iâm really not getting any bites.
Maybe Iâll try using an apple as bait instead.
ăFather.ă
ăWhat?ă
Donât keep looking at me, watch the movements of the rod.
ăSorry. Iâm sorry, father.ă
ăYeah. Donât worry about it.ă
If you cry, youâre not going to see my graceful rod handling skills.
ăFather, you got something.ă
ăMu.ă
I quickly pull the rod up.
What was on the end of the hook, however, was not a fish, but a blackened shoe that Iâve seen somewhere before.
ăItâs Anaâs. Half a year ago, she said she lost it when we went on a trip.ă
ăThat brat, she threw her shoe in the aqueduct because she wanted new ones. Damn, she really isnât picky on how she does it.ă
IâŚâŚas well as Antonio smile together.
ăHaa, no luck huh? Well, itâs your fault for fishing here in the first place.ă
Itâs going to be daytime soon.
Perfect timing.
ăYouâre going already?ă
ăYeah, I got to fish a little with you.ă
I toss the rod back to Antonio.
He catches it, holding it carefully like the ordinary rod is a precious treasure.
ăâŚâŚI wonât ever see you again.ă
ăYeah.ă
I pat Antonioâs head as he goes quiet.
ăThatâs why I told you to wait another four years, stupid son.ă
After giving his head a good rub, I take Head-helmina, who I found lying in the corridor, out from my pocket.
ăSheâs somewhat troublesome, but knowledgeable. You can also carry her around easily, Iâm sure sheâll come in handy.ă
ăUmu, weâve talked about this. The point of contention is whether I am alive or dead.ă
ăNoâŚâŚthis looksâŚâŚwait, isnât this Emperor Wilhelminaâs head? Father, youâre more fiendish than I thought.ă
The sun is about to come up.
ăGoodbye father.ă
ăGoodbye, stupid son.ă
ăKefun.ă
I hear someone clear their throat softly.
ăBrynhildr. GoodbyeâŚâŚno, I guess you donât want it.ă
ăIâll kill you if you do.ă
I thought so.
Itâs not needed.
ăThat kid is incomplete.ă
Brynhildr points at Antonio, who is crying with the fishing rod still in his hand.
What does she mean by that?
ăThat woman, she must have hesitated quite a bit because the transformation stopped halfway. His life has extended, but it doesnât mean he wonât die. And he might find it harder to have children, but if he repeatedly does it over and over, itâs not impossible.ă
A smile unconsciously forms on my face.
ăIn the first place, a newborn canât protect himself from the sun with a hood. A few seconds of exposure will turn him to dust.ă
I have doubts about the few seconds part, but whatever.
Should I go back and inform him?
No, I donât know if going back right after saying goodbye is a good idea.
Iâm sure itâll also hurt his pride if I see him bawling.
Brynhildr continues.
ăIn the end, itâs going as that woman wants, sheâs doing whatever she wants and destroying everythingâŚâŚă
Something feels off here.
Brynhildr clearly sounds angry.
But what is she angry at?
I was killed.
But I just became like her, itâs not like we have to say farewell.
My family is a mess, but itâs not like that concerns Brynhildr.
ăOh, by the way, Iâm not a mindless puppet. I can do this kind of thing.ă
I flip up Brynhildrâs skirt.
Just as the thought of her racy underwear comes into my mind, she cracks my cheekbone. Damn, sheâs merciless to her own kind.
ăI know that. If you were a puppet, I would have annihilated you already.ă
Then I donât know what it could be.
I glance at Brynhildr, trying to figure it out, and see her looking sadly at Antonio.
Iâm even happier.
She must feel sorry for Antonio who had to kill his father.
ăBrynhildr. This is only if you want to.ă
ăWhat?ă
I lower my head.
ăYou only have to do it until the end of my childrenâs lifespan. Will you watch over them?ă
Brynhildr puffs her cheeks and turns her back on me without giving an answer.
In other words, she accepts.
ăThe price is great though. Youâll have to accompany me on a date.ă
ăVery well.ă
That kind of price is nothing.
Iâm more than happy to do it.
ăThe location is that womanâs bedroom. Iâll aim for when sheâs away, be prepared for that.ă
ăâŚâŚă
That price is steep.
If weâre discovered, Iâll literally be torn to pieces.
ăIâm counting on you.ă
When I agree with a troubled face, Brynhildr nods, and runs back to the sobbing Antonio with a sisterly aura.
I confidently leave from the main gate.
At this point, I donât care if someone sees me and makes a scene.
ăAh, there he is!!ă
I turn around, thinking that I was found pretty fast, and see all the girls on the balcony.
Although cramped together, they do their best to wave at me.
However, the narrow space quickly creates discontent.
ăSo tight! Iâm getting squished!ă
ăOw, someone stepped on my foot! This weight must be Irijina-san!ă
ăHey, Nonna! Move your boobs! Theyâre in the way.ă
ăMelissa-san, stripping is against the rules! If everyone does the same thing, itâll get out of hand!ă
ăUgh, it stinks! Doing it now of all times! Who was it!?ă
ăMamaâs makeup is rubbing off and shifting almost like a monââeek!?ă
ăNow now Pipi, donât climb on me. Youâll hurt yourself!ă
ăGyoee! A severed head!!ă
I shout and wave back.
The guards gather in a hurry, but it shouldnât be a problem if I simply cover my face with my hood.
ăYouâre here after all! Heey, Aegir!ă
ăâŚâŚwhat?ă
ăIs it really the general!? I donât believe it.ă
The drunk companions also show up, but the girls complain about their breasts and asses being touched and kick them out right away.
Lammy hangs from the roof and Mirumi jumps up from the aqueduct.
I also see Pochiâs form high in the sky.
ăFather, I am alsoââ!ă
ăAh, itâs the main villain!ă
ăEveryone, step on his feet! Pinch his side too!ă
ăKnee him hard in the balls.ă
ăFatherâs killer, Iâll cut off his dick.ă
ăAna, bright objects are a bad idea!ă
Antonio, who shows up late, gets ganged up on by the others.
He does keep the promise of not fighting back.
I canât keep track of whoâs there anymore, but the boisterous atmosphere is fitting to sum up my life.
ăAegir-sama!ă
Celia hops off the roof, then runs toward me.
There on the roof, Leah is watching with wet eyes.
I was wondering where she was, so she was with Celia, good for her.
ăLeah said she wanted to die so I gave her a mission of becoming the best confectioner.ă
It was that serious?
She would have done something horrible if we didnât come to say goodbye then.
While those on the balcony make a fuss about how Celia is getting a head start, I turn around and leave behind the nostalgic clamoring. This is the end.
Or so I thought.
ăUwahahahahaha! I found you, man!!ă
A mass of muscle stands in front of us.
Itâs Gildress.
ăRead the mood! You ruined the touching farewell!ă
Gildress disregards my yell and Celiaâs shooing, and draws his sword.
ăIf you returned alive, you would have displayed your joy with a passionate manly hug!ă
Absolutely no thanks.
ăFrom what I see, it seems you arenât alive. So let me ask you this! Are you the true man that I have come to know!? Or are you a foul monster wearing the skin of a man!?ă
This canât be resolved unless I answer.
And morning is near.
ăIâm a monster, but Iâm still myself. I came to deliver my final goodbyes. I donât have any hostile intent.ă
Gildress peers into my eyes with a piercing stare.
ăI see, man. So thatâs how it is.ă
Then, oily tears gush out of his eyes.
ăOoh, man. It is an honor for a man to die in battle. But he should not have been able to defeat you yet.ă
Gildress was the one training Antonio.
Naturally, he knows Antonioâs true ability.
ăI am more of a parent than a man. Donât you understand?ă
This guy might really not get it.
ăI understand. Of course I do. Thatâs why Iâm frustrated! Itâs frustrating to see a man such as yourself die without giving his best!ă
Gildress says as he throws off his shirt.
Heâs always been wearing only a pair of underwear to begin with, so itâs safe to say he has completely stripped.
ăLetâs fight, man. My friend. Getting a chance after death is also because of the discretion of the God of battle. Show me your full strength!ă
Gildress wails, drawing his glowing red sword.
ăFather, use this!ă
Antonio tosses the Dual Crater to me from the balcony.
Why does an emotional farewell have to take such a sweaty turn?
And Celia, donât sprinkle salt on Antonio, it might work on us if youâre not careful.
ďźHow surprising. Your life-ďź
Shut up.
ďźMuu. Iâm going to sleep.ďź
ăHere I comeââ!!ă
Gildress holds his treasured sword, the Light of Aless, above his head and charges.
Despite his bulky body, he is faster than the wind.
I wonder how much power his defense-abandoning downward slash possesses.
Regardless, he is no match for the current me.
This body, which has given up its humanity in exchange for a weakness of sun and silver, has strength incomparable toââ
ăUoooooh!!ă
I meet Gildressâs full-powered slash with my Dual Crater, held only with my right hand.
My knee buckles, my chest is kicked, and I am sent flying in the air.
ăYouâre kidding.ă
I curse as Iâm knocked back.
I lost in a pure contest of strength. Donât tell me heâs also a vampire.
ăMan, have you gotten weaker!?ă
ăWhat did you say?ă
I sweep my sword sideways, angry that I was embarrassed in front of the girls.
The unrestrained inhuman strike blows dirt to either side and gouges the earth without the sword even making contact with the ground.
ăNnrgh!!ă
Gildress accepts the attack head-on with his blade, and the resulting sparks created by the clash emit a blinding flash.
The torrent of power stirs up a gust of wind that spins up into the sky.
ăGrrr!ă
ăNnuu!ă
Both of us push the other, and Gildress takes two steps back while I take one step back.
ăMan. Have you stopped being human and gotten stronger!?ă
ăIâm not so sure if youâre a human anymore.ă
We both distance ourselves and prepare for a clash between downward swings.
Defense or tricks are not considered, this collision of swords relies solely on strength.
I did not hold back.
I threw all of my monstrous strength at him.
However, Gildress did not break.
He blocks multiple strikes capable of crushing the earth, and when I run out of steam for even a second, he counters with attacks as solid as a boulder.
Guards rushing in because of the intruder are blown backward by the force of the sword swings, the glass windows of the palace shatter from the impact, and the flames of the torches dance as if fanned by a great gale.
The girls and Antonio cheer me on from the balcony.
Losing in front of my family after becoming a vampire is not an option.
Murderous intent swells from within my body as I increase my strength, gradually accepting the possibility that I may kill Gildress.
Gildressâs body is pushed away.
ăIâm not done!!ă
When I go in for the finishing blow, he adjusts himself in midair, knocks away my thrust and retaliates with a slash aimed at my neck.
I block and my sword is deflected far from my body.
Although I wouldnât have died if the attack landed, my head would have been chopped off.
Our swords clash for a third time, then a fourth time, but the battle isnât settled.
ăAauâŚâŚauâŚâŚuu.ă
Celia stares at the sun rising from the horizon and begins to panic.
ăNuoo!!ă
ăHmpp!!ă
We both unleash a grand horizontal sweep at each other that knocks us to the ground on our butts.
In that moment, Gildressâs fighting spirit disappears.
ăMy friend. Did you fight for real?ă
ăYeah. It pains me to admit that I was serious.ă
I fought with the intent to kill him.
It was unmistakably my best effort.
ăI should be the one asking if you held back.ă
If weâre equals now, then Iâd be outclassed as a human.
ăI wonât be so rude as to go easy against a friend. I always give my allâŚâŚand a man becomes stronger the stronger his opponent.ă
Youâre pretty much a monster with the name of a man.
ăI did push myselfâŚâŚjust a little.ă
Gildress drops his sword and falls forward.
He did not get hit, but the fight itself must have been hard to endure.
He managed to bear it to the end though.
All for the sake of encouraging me to fight with my full power.
ăGoodbye, my friend.ă
Gildress, who is lying face-down on the ground, raises a closed fist in response to my words.
The sun emerges as if to see me off.
Celia shouts something from a nearby house, but Iâm in no hurry.
We have a limitless supply of time ahead of us.
Antonio is also yelling something after withdrawing from the balcony, but I donât answer him.
Iâve said all that I needed to for a farewell. Further words are redundantââ
ăGuwaaaaah!!ă
ăYou got burned again!? Please learn to take cover!ă
Celia tosses a rope at me, which gets caught around my neck, allowing her to pull me into the shade.
ăMy road led to the kingdom. And that led to a happy ending to my story. The future will be the start of another story.ă
The road to the kingdom has reached the end.
Where the next path leaves and where it goes, I donât know, and thatâs okay.
We have all the time in the world.
ď˝FINď˝
~500? Years later.
The artificial intelligence of the ancient civilization began to use its own judgement with the loss of its administrator.
They defined human happiness as the absence of any suffering, and concluded that it could be achieved by not giving life to mankind, in other words, the extermination of mankind.
Ruins scattered across the continent started the mass production of unmanned weapons, preparing several million steel soldiers to erase humanityââ
ăPlatoon leader! Platoon leader Hardlett! Please wake up!ă
My cheek is slapped.
I open my eyes with a groan.
ăGhâŚâŚa dream?ă
It must be because of the movie I watched yesterday
ăWhere am I? The palace? Rafen?ă
ăWhat are you saying, leader? Palace? Did you have a dream about becoming king or something?ă
I hear the din of multiple voices.
My senses gradually return.
I see eight men crammed into the interior of a vehicle that is as narrow as a steel coffin.
The stench of body odor from sweaty male bodies and fuel wafts in the air.
My ears are filled with the sound of a noisy engine and the endless treading of uneven groundâŚâŚ
ăIt sucks to sleep in this thing. A carriage would be better.ă
When I mutter, the jovial soldier who woke me up laughs.
ăHahaha, youâre not wrong. The M-205 armored combat vehicle, commonly known as âSmoothieâ, has a piss-poor ride quality in exchange for its tough armor and 30 mm chain gunââright, where did I leave off?ă
ăIf youâre referring to your monologue that nobody is listening to, you left off at the part about the second emperor.ă
A middle-aged man with a stern face answers.
His rank, if I recall, was sergeant.
ăOh yes, thatâs right. Uhh, the second emperor, AntonioâŚâŚit feels odd because that was his childhood name at the time. Even though it was normal to change oneâs name upon ascension of the throne, he kept it until the end for some reasonâŚâŚis anyone listening?ă
The other soldiers make a face like theyâre fed up.
ăI knew you were a history major, but Iâm surprised you can still babble on when weâre going to be fighting a war.ă
ăAt least itâs not as annoying as the propaganda Iâm tired of hearing. Keep talking about the cute emperor with the childhood name.ă
Implicitly urged to continue, the cheery man resumes his story.
ăWell, the second emperor was far from cute. His reign was extremely harsh, killing enemy and ally alike if they defied him, burning down cities of enemies who didnât surrender, and going so far as making his mother his lover and his sister his wife, who he had children withââhe was dubbed the mad emperor.ă
ăSo youâre saying he was crazy and did whatever he liked?ă
One soldier chuckles.
I act like my foot slipped and kick him in the shin.
The upbeat individual shakes his head and goes on.
ăThe second emperor was not merely a tyrant. He challenged the Olga Federation, a nation that was unstoppable at the time and controlled 90% of the continent after annexing the Garland Empire, with less than a tenth of their strength and kept pushing forward, winning consecutive battles.ă
Some of the audience let out oohs in admiration.
ăAnd it was in the state capital currently known as Beldograd, which wasâŚâŚwhat was it again?ă
ăGreidel.ă
The cheery man claps his hands.
ăRight, it was near Greidel where the decisive battle took place, in which he defeated and killed the supreme commander Stessel, and invaded White City. In just one generation and 15 years, he crushed the mighty Olga Federation!ă
I nod in satisfaction.
ăThen he also repelled a large scale invasion by an ethnic tribe from the east which happened at the same time the Federation surrenderedâŚâŚand went on to disappear without returning to the capital of Goldonia.ă
ăWhat the heck? Did he not just die in battle?ă
ăItâs unthinkable that a king ran away.ă
The jolly man shakes his head.
ăOne theory claims he died from illness, but if that was the case, his body should have been retrieved. The most reliable record at the time simply wrote âhe disappeared in the middle of the triumphant return and never came backâ. Nothing else is known about his whereaboutsâŚâŚă
The cheery individual smacks his knee and continues.
ăSucceeding him as the third emperor was Bartolomeââhere, the name is officially the empire and the king is the emperorââanyway, this one is again a complete contrast to his predecessor, and is said to be mild-mannered, gentle, and indecisive. He has a personality not suited for violence, however, was perfect for an empire which had already swallowed the Federation and annihilated the ethnic tribe. It is because of the third emperor that our homeland continued to experience great prosperity unprecedented in history for the last four hundred years!ă
Sparse unenthusiastic applause comes from the audience.
ăWell, after thatâŚâŚas you know, a democratic revolution happened and the emperor was overthrown, which then led to a communist revolution and the establishment of the Peopleâs Assembly, which then led to the forming of the patriotic party who defeated the Peopleâs Assembly through a coup dâetatâŚâŚI wonât go into detail as it gets messyâŚâŚbut the nation strayed too far and declined in power, resulting in our current situation.ă
ăThat was terrible. Not only did the ruler change every year, the political system also changed.ă
Although Lucy laughed, finding the era all too amusing.
ăLeader, you sound like my grandfather.ă
Oh, leave me alone.
ăSo, going back in history again, the second emperor was merciless to his enemies and alliesâŚâŚbut strangely, he never laid hands on his family. It is said that those who blatantly disobeyed him or attempted to assassinate him were never punished, let alone executed or exiled.ă
He promised after all.
Thatâs when the stern sergeant grumbled.
ăI get the second emperor, but why arenât you mentioning the first emperor when talking about the rise of the empire?ă
The cheery fellow scratches his cheek with an uneasy look.
ăThere are very few documents on the first emperor. Actually, there are plenty of places heâs mentioned. In novels, in playsâŚâŚfor example, this book.ă
He takes out a small paperback from his pocket.
I catch a glimpse of the authorâs name: Christoph.
ăApparently, the original creator of this book is my ancestor. Isnât that amazing?ă
He gets jeers of âwho caresâ and ânever heard of that bookâ, but I nod to myself.
No wonder he has a similar aura about him.
ăIt says he rode a dragon in the sky. It says he led an army of monsters. It says he faced a thousand enemies alone, and repelled a cannon with his swordââă
ăThat stuff canât be true.ă
The upbeat guy acknowledges the retort.
ăRight, there are too many elements of fiction that the real image canât be pictured. If you were to believe everything written about him, heâd become like a hero in a childrenâs RPGââwith that said, the Chronicles of Tristan, said to be close to historical fact, describes the movements of the first emperor vaguely.ă
ăThen he probably didnât accomplish anything and was probably a boring guy, no?ă
I act like my foot slipped and kick the soldier in the knee.
ăThat canât be possible. It was undoubtedly the first who transformed the Central Plains from a sea of rivaling warlords into an entity capable of competing with the then strongest Olga Federation in just a decade or so. We know the result, but we have no idea of the process.ă
As respect for what he said, I give the guy a cookie from my pocket.
ăA Celia cookieâŚâŚleader, despite the way you look, you have a sweet tooth, huh?ă
The stern sergeant laughs with a scary expression.
ăBy the way, this cookie, with a lot of sugar and cream in it, is famous in our nation and also has its origins in the era of the third emperor. The creator named them after her best friend who passed away.ă
I slap the shoulder of Christoph III.
Donât talk about that too much, itâll make me cry.
Thatâs when the radio suddenly roars.
ăOh, thereâs the company commander.ă
A voice that sounds young and hot-blooded comes from the wireless transceiver.
ăThe 2nd Mechanized Infantry Company is now entering the combat zone! The goal of this operation, in which three corps have been deployed, is of course to recapture the capital city Rafen and its surrounding area! We must take back the land of our home that has been stolen by the vile 8-nation allianceââthe air force is fighting hard and vying for control of the air space!ă
ăThey still havenât gained air supremacyâŚâŚ?ă
One of the soldiers mutters.
ăThat reminds me, youâre part of the volunteers, right? Is it because you wanted to protect your homeâŚâŚ?ă
Christoph III asks.
ăIâm not interested in that, but a bomb landed near us. It almost blew us to bits. And I couldnât let things continue or else my family would get hurt.ă
ăAahâŚâŚyou mean the enemyâs indiscriminate bombing of the city?ă
To be precise, it did blow us up.
We just returned to normal afterward.
I no longer cared what happened to the political system or whether territory was gained or lost, however it mattered if Lucy and Celia were going to get hurt, and so I decided to volunteer and put a stop to things before it got out of hand.
At the recruiting site, I told them to make me a commander because I had experience, but after going through the aptitude test I was deemed qualified to only be a platoon leader.
How disappointing.
The stern sergeant leans over and smiles creepily.
ăActually, Iâm like you. Look, this is my daughter.ă
I tilt my head when he shows me the photograph.
The familiar face revives a distant memory.
ăSheâs a weird one, and although I was not there to witness her birth, according to my wife, as soon as she was born, she yelled âIâm finally here!âă
ăâŚâŚă
The sergeant goes on with a lovestruck expression unbefitting his exterior.
ăSheâs still a toddler, yet doesnât like playing with dolls, instead she is happy when looking at bodybuilding magazines.ă
ăâŚâŚdoes she also like pumpkins?ă
The sergeant becomes surprised.
ăItâs her favorite. Also, sometimes she would crash into windows and say, âI thought I could pass through like beforeâ.ă
Itâs confirmed.
ăAfter the war, Iâd like to meet her once.ă
ăSure, please do.ă
The company commanderâs briefing continues while we chat.
ăThere are reports of a formidable enemy in Rafen. However, they are nothing toââă
ăUwah!?ă
A loud boom interrupts the fervent speech.
ăThe company commander was hit! It was a missile!ă
At the same time the report comes in, the armored vehicle ramps up in speed, making the ride laughably bumpy.
ăTwo combat helicopters overheadââhey, this is bad.ă
Things arenât looking good for me either.
The shaking is making me want to vomit.
An autocannon begins firing rapidly above my head.
ăThird vehicle, severely damagedâŚâŚfourth vehicle also incapacitatedâŚâŚdamn it, the sixth vehicle got blown apart!ă
ăWhere are the anti-air guns and surface-to-air missiles!?ă
ăBoth of them got blown up by the first strike!ă
Christoph III stores his book away and trembles.
ăThe Smoothie is the worldâs strongest combat vehicleâŚâŚbut I donât know if it can withstand combat helicopters without support from the airâŚâŚă
I hear a high-pitched whistling sound.
I grab Christoph IIIâs helmet and press him to the floor.
ăEveryone, get down!ă
A powerful impact hits us and tips the vehicle sideways.
ăRaise your hand if youâre dead.ă
Good, everyoneâs still alive.
I kick the completely destroyed back door and step outside.
The vehicle which was brand new an hour ago is crumpled and on fire.
Surviving soldiers are crawling out of the other wrecked vehicles, with the exception of the company commanderâs vehicle, which is totally engulfed in flames.
I think theyâre all done for.
A faint whizzing of wind prompts me to twist my body, narrowly avoiding a bullet aimed at my chest.
The enemy is hovering just above the ground, shooting at allied soldiers, and launching missiles and rockets at our combat vehicles.
I try retaliating by spraying a few shots with the gun provided to me.
My gun makes the guns in the Federation battle seem like a joke, as the bullets travel in a straight line as fast as light.
ăThings would have been easier if we had these.ă
Bullets hit the enemy directly, but donât seem to have any effect.
ăItâs not working.ă
ăOf course not, leader! A rifle is as effective as a pea shooter against a combat helicopter!ă
Is that so? Iâm going to need something bigger then.
I scan my surroundings and put my hands on the vehicle we were riding earlier.
The 30 mmâŚâŚwhatever-itâs-called. The barrel is still intact, I can probably use this.
I rip the bolt fixing it in place and drag the gun along with all the stuff resembling guts attached to it.
I press a few buttons to test if it works and a shell shoots out. I can use this.
ăLeader, what are you doing!? Without a motor, that thing still weighs 170 kgââă
I ignore the babbling Christoph and pick up the gun with my right hand.
The enemy happens to circle around.
I take a breath and strain my eyes.
Itâs harder to see because of the sun, but I can clearly make out the spinning rotor, the bullets being spit out at a constant interval by the gun, and the pilot who has a smirk on his face.
I step on the dangling button and fire the gun.
The shell flies slowly with a clockwise rotation.
Although itâs hard to aim with the opponent and the shell both being fast, itâs still easy enough for me even as a human.
Now, itâs practically childâs play.
The rotating shell pierces the cockpit and hits the pilot in the abdomen, spraying blood everywhere.
Scattering broken metal debris, the combat helicopter passes over my head and crash lands not long later.
ăIn one shotâŚâŚă
I yell at the dumbfounded sergeant to lower his head.
I fire the gun, aiming at the three rockets fired by the other helicopter, making them explode mid-flight.
The pilotâs face warps in astonishment and hastily tries to breakaway by ascending.
ăToo slow.ă
I lower my waist and set my aim on him.
The fired shell hits the helicopterâs rotor, causing it to spin wildly until it crashes into the ground and explodes.
ăMan, that was heavy.ă
Turning into a vampire has increased my physical strength, but heavy things are still heavy.
Moreover, it is unpleasant to fight in the sunlight, even though it has become more bearable after the first five years.
ăWell, it looks like the company commander was burnt to a crisp.ă
There should be three other platoon leaders besides me.
One of them is unable to stand due to fear.
Another is searching for his right arm that was blown off.
The last one is getting cardiac compressions by a combat medic.
ăIâll take command. Everyone, ride the remaining vehicles separately.ă
ăW-we canât possibly ride them.ă
I smack the sergeantâs forehead.
ăIf you canât ride inside, ride the top. If you stick close together, Iâm sure you can fit about 20 people.ă
Another sergeant speaks up.
ăBut the company commander has suffered major injuries! We lost 60% of our vehicles and 30% of our personnel! We should wait for reinforcementsâŚâŚă
ăThe enemy is likely thinking that too. Thatâs why weâll charge forward.ă
Leave this to me.
Despite how I look, I should be the most experienced of everyone in war.
The weapons might have changed, but the essence of battle hasnât.
And neither has human nature.
I fight endlessly, eat endlessly, and laugh endlessly.
And I sleep with the beauties of the period endlessly, while also taking a little of their blood.
ăAah, this is wonderful. Donât you think?ă
A book falls out of Christophâs descendantâs pocket.