A light flowed from my sword and covered the black dragon.
[The Compassion Sword resists the absorption!]
However, there was a substantial amount of rebellious energy working against me. Srrung! A dark malice inundated me like a summer monsoon of sewage. It was like a black panther who had been sleeping quietly and had been startled awake by a touch.
[The Compassion Sword is baffled.]
[She censures her sister and asks if she betrayed Lefanta Aegim.]
[The Guardian Goddess is comforting her sister.]
The light of the Holy Sword and the shadow of the black dragon fused together messily.
[The Compassion Sword demands the new owner to prove himself.]
White and black.
Neither side would simply back off.
[The Constellationâs power is great. It should never be given to an unqualified person. The Compassion Sword does not yet recognize you as a new lord.]
âAll right.â
I looked calmly at the sword embedded in the black dragonâs chest.
âYou have a point. But how should I prove my worth?â
Takgi continued to leak from the black dragonâs body. It was throbbing⌠The malice was incomparable to what was there before. And that malice took on a shape.
A dark angel.
It was an angel made up of sooty water from toe to head.
[I am a fragment made out of the goddessâs compassion.]
[If you want to prove that you can be someoneâs idolâ] [1]
[You must prove that you can be compassionate.]
The expressionless angel spread its wings.
Even those wings looked murky.
Black spittle dripped from the two open wings.
[I ask you to leave your mind and body to me for a little while.]
âWhy should I?â
[To peek into your memories.]
The light emitted by the Holy Sword became a little brighter.
[The Guardian Goddess cannot agree to this. If you travel together, you will end up seeing warrior-nimâs qualifications to be the new owner. There is no reason to take unnecessary risks.]
âNo. Itâs fine.â
I sheathed the sword.
âI canât carry a sword around my waist that doesnât believe in me. Even if itâs the greatest sword in the world, I wouldnât be able to stand the uneasiness. Come! Come and look at my memories or whatever until youâre satisfied.â
It was the moment I opened my arms wide.
[The Compassion Sword is testing your compassion.]
The angelâs two wings covered my sight. Like a mother bird wrapped around its chick, huge black wings surrounded my body.
It was dark everywhere.
Then, a dreamlike scene appeared in front of me.
ăKind man.ă
A garden on fire.
ăHang in thereâŚă
ăYou poor things.ă
A paradise engulfed in smoke.
ăThe whole world has become empty.ă
A snowfield in which peonies bloomed red.
ăYou are my disciple.ă
The garden, the paradise, and the snowfield passed through quickly in turns.
Suddenly, my darkened vision became bright.
The angelâs wings that covered my eyes had gone away.
[âŚâŚ.]
The black angel hurriedly gathered his wings and looked at me. The fragment of the Constellation was still expressionless. However, the black eyes under his dark brows could not hide his bewilderment.
[You areâŚâŚ.]
âIâm not perfect.â
I spoke first.
âIâm weak for otherâs goodwill. I want to gain their favor. I can be a little unreasonable because of that. I really love being praised, and I struggle because I want others to see me as a âgood person.â Maybe thatâs my weakness.â
The Constellation fragment closed its mouth.
âAnd your former owner wasnât perfect, either.â
[âŚâŚ.]
âI donât know what sort of magnificent vision Lefanta Aegim had to kill the Constellations. Not yet, at least. Maybe heâs doing it for noble reasons. But even if he has a good reason, Iâm still going to say that he did something wrong.â
I lifted my sword and pointed it at the black angel.
âIf you think your old owner was perfect and never did anything wrong, donât follow me. I donât need such a sword.â
The black angel slowly opened her mouth.
[Do you intend to kill Lefanta Aegim?]
âIf he deserves to be killed.â
[Can you promise me that your personal feelings will not affect your judgment of him?]
âI donât know.â
I was speaking honestly.
âMy master died. The world is ruined. Too many people were hurt and killed, so I donât know. But I promise that Iâll do my best.â
[âŚâŚ.]
âSo if you think Iâll stray from the right path, do your best to correct me. Iâll do my best. And you can do yours. Thatâs what it means to work together.â
The black angelâs wings were crumbled.
[My ability is pain.]
[The one who is cut by me feels pain, but I do not leave a scar on their body nor kill them.]
[Suffering without injury is my ability.]
The angelâs form collapsed.
It collapsed and became black water.
[New master.]
[I swear to serve you as best as I can.]
Chwaaaak!
The black liquid swirled and flowed into the Holy Sword I was holding. It was like a violent flood. The Holy Sword drank in all the water like a thirsty fox in the desert.
[The existence of the Guardian Goddess has become more pronounced.]
The changes didnât stop there.
-Oh, ohâŚâŚ..
It was the mythical beast that had been the Constellation of this world.
The black dragon groaned as the blade stuck in its chest was absorbed into my sword.
-OohhhâŚâŚ.
The black dragon had been killed a long time ago. It was like it didnât have enough of a mind to express anything in words anymore. The black dragon just murmured as if it were an old woman, tired of life.
-Ohhhh, ohâŚâŚ.
Finally, the corpse of the Black Dragon turned into essence and flowed away.
Its horn crumbled and shattered. Its scales melted like a candle. The beast that reigned over a world met its end.
And the winter gave way.
The permanent snow cap on the mountain crumbled apart. It was an avalanche.
From the top of the mountain, I could look down at the snow that broke under my feet and poured over into the world.
âWinter is the season of death.â
Next to me, the Librarian also looked down at the landscape.
âYouâve ended this lonely season.â
A white avalanche swept over the white world. But what was left behind after the avalanche had passed was no longer white.
The brown dirt of the ground could be seen.
Brown was the color of this worldâs flesh. The long winter finally came to an end, and the ground began to bare its skin.
ââŚâŚ.â
How was it that the spring breeze was so different from the gusts of winter?
Would Master know where the scent of spring came from?
ââŚLibrary director-nim.â
âYou can speak.â
âI have a benefit from clearing the previous stage, so I can see peopleâs natures. I can see the personâs favorite plots and character type.â
âI know.â
The Librarian exhaled.
The breaths that we let out were no longer frozen white.
âI am the one in charge from the 21st to the 30th floor. The perks that you received were also prepared by me. Mm. Since I was the one who gave it to you, of course I know.â
âYour preferred character is [the Constellation Killer].â
âIt is.â
âWhy do you like the Constellation Killer? Lefanta Aegim is a human who kills Constellations. I could understand why you would hate him, but I donât see a reason to like him.â
âAhem.â
The Librarian closed his right eye.
âSince you asked, Iâll give you a special answer. For a long time, I have had a dream.â
âA dream, you say?â
âExactly. It is to make an appearance in a novel that I enjoy!â
The eyes of the Constellation shone innocently.
I was puzzled.
âIf itâs appearing in a novel⌠Canât you do that right now? You can freely travel through the Apocalypses.â
âHuhu. You donât understand the readerâs mind, I see. [Appearing] in a novel is a bit different from [intervening] with the novel. No, itâs very different.â
The Librarian laughed, covering his mouth with his sleeves.
âFrom the Apocalypsesâ perspective, I am no different than an alien matter. An alien matter, an invasive species⌠An existence that should not naturally occur in that world. The Constellation Killer, who killed the dragon in the Murim world, is on the same level as I am in terms of being a foreign body.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âBut I do not want to intervene in a novel as an outsider! Nope. Thatâs not allowed. I want to appear as a respectable character who has been in the world from the beginning, just like the other characters! This is my dream as a reader of the world!â
I still didnât understand.
The Librarian looked at my face and laughed.
âThen, this time, Iâll ask. Gongja. Why didnât you kill the Heavenly Demon?â
ââŚâŚ.â
âThe Heavenly Demon mastered how to kill with her mind in her final moments. Even though she was no longer as strong as she was in her prime, you could have used the Hundred Ghost skill on her and make use of her memories. The Heavenly Demon thought well of you, so she would have been a strong ally and an excellent master. So why didnât you kill the Heavenly Demon?â
ââŚâŚThatâs.â
âShh.â
The librarian raised his index finger and blocked my lips.
âItâs all right. You donât have to say it. I already understand.â
Softly.
His fingers pressed against my lips.
âYou did not want to interfere with the last moments that your Master achieved. Itâs the same for me. I donât want to directly intervene with the end of the world. Your heart and mine are not so differentâŚ.â
Suddenly, the scenery over the horizon melted.
The sun shone over the lake where the ice road had collapsed and exposed the surface of the water.
âI refuse to intervene. That means that there is only one way I can become a character in a story.â
ââŚWhat is it?â
âItâs simple if you think about it from the other point of view. I donât go up to the protagonist of the novel; the protagonist comes to find me.â
The Librarian whispered.
âLefanta Aegim. The Constellation Killer tirelessly murders Constellations and moves back and forth between different worlds. One day, heâll come to visit my world, the greatest library of all time.â
The Librarian smiled.
âTo kill me.â
The Constellation pulled something out of his sleeves. It was a book that looked no different from the other Apocalypses. But it looked more worn out than the rest. Did he take it out and read it dozens, maybe hundreds of times? Like an old writerâs notebook, the bookâs leather binding was weathered.
[The Epic of Lefanta Aegim]
The title was engraved with gold thread on the leather.
ââŚâŚ.â
âI am waiting. For the day that the Constellation Killer will visit the Grand Library. I look forward to seeing him stand in front of me one day, following his own story and his own will. That day. I will finally appear in the story of Lefanta Aegim.â
âEven if the conclusion of that story is your own death?â
âOf course.â
The Librarian smiled.
The Constellation looked over the landscape of melting snow.
His sleeves fluttered like a dancing crane.
âIsnât dying at the hands of the protagonist the greatest epilogue?â
4.
I had wanted to give a eulogy.
âOh, Young Master.â
Before returning to the library, I stopped by the cult members. I wanted to make sure that Masterâs funeral was being taken care of properly.
âWelcome back!â
âWelcome, Young Master.â
As soon as the members of the cult saw me, they bowed and greeted me. However, I felt that they were flustered for some reason. It wasnât just one or two people, but all of them who were rushing away.
I tilted my head.
âIs the funeral over already?â
âN, no. Young Master.â Well, the funeral is stillâŚ.â
âDid something happen?â
The cult members exchanged looks.
âThatâsâŚâŚâ
âThe body of Heavenly Demon-nim has disappeared.â
The Bloody Demon, one of the Four Demon Lords, said. He was the cultist that Master often called the leader of the Blood Guard.
âWhat?â
âYouâll understand more quickly if you see it. Young Master.â
I hurriedly walked where the Bloody Demon led me.
Shortly thereafter, I arrived at the place where I had let down Masterâs body.
Then, I was at a loss for words.
âSuddenly, the snow all over the world began to melt. Heavenly Demon-nimâs body also disappearedâŚ. I apologize. It was so sudden, in the blink of an eye, that we had no time to react.â
Where the snow melted.
Masterâs body was not there.
I couldnât see it no matter where I looked.
âWe think that Heavenly Demon-nimâs internal energy was so pure that as time passed, her body naturally melted and disappearedâŚâ
However, a red flower was blooming there.
ââŚâŚ.â
In the last place Master had laid. Where her arm touched the ground. Where she planted her feet. Where her hair flowed. There, reddish peony flowers were in full bloom.
-Amazing.
Bae Hu-ryeong, who had been silent until now, muttered.
-The Constellation of this world died and left only a curse, but your master died and left behind a flower. Your master is better than that empty Constellation.
I approached the flower bed and bent down. I touched the peony petal with the tip of my finger. The petal trembled a little, staining my index finger red as I rubbed it.
It was the first spring in this world.
âOf course, weâre still preparing the funeral,â the Bloody Demon said from behind me.
âWe had hoped that Young Master would be able to attendâŚ.â
âNo.â
I shook my head.
âItâs all right. Donât carry out the funeral.â
âWhat?â
âThis is enough.â
I stood up.
I turned my head to look back at the cult members.
âAlthough I received the mantle and became the young master, Iâm sure there are those of you who cannot accept it yet. We live by strength. It is customary for the strongest warrior to arise to the highest position of a sect.â
âInstead of a trivial funeral, letâs substitute it with a sword match. Itâs also probably customary to offer what is the most valuable object at a funeral. And do we not value our swords the most? So, let us offer our swords to Master.â
I laughed.
âCome at me.â
Spring was coming.
Like all living people do.
My next story would begin on a stage a little higher than the last.
~~~
[1] Idol in the religious aspect, as in a representation or symbol of an object of worship (definition courtesy of Merriam-Webster)