Epilogue
Setting Off
Deep in the dark continent, in the subterranean realm of the Underdeep, there existed the demon nation of Asura Kshetra. In the capital of Asura Kshetra stood the demon lord’s castle, and in the demon lord’s castle sat a throne.
Sitting upon that throne was an enormous Asura—the Raging Demon Lord Taraxon—in front of whom kneeled the Asura warrior Shisandan.
“This war is lost?”
“Yes, sire.” Shisandan nodded.
The demon lord closed his eyes for a moment, then stood with his sword in hand.
“Then, we must rise.”
“…Should you be defeated, the demon lord’s power will be lost.”
“Indeed.”
“In your absence, Asura demons will be left without being resurrected.”
“You speak truth. Yet, we are a false demon lord and a true hero.”
“Sire.”
“We must stand. It is the duty of the Hero, the Asura king, to save the world from the demon lord and the evil god.”
“If that is your decision, then I shall accompany you, my lord.”
He possessed a single sword, a single set of travel clothes, a single pouch of medicinal herbs, and an unyielding courage. That was the Hero’s way. The Asura knew that it was only when they were found lacking that a hero could grow stronger.
Thus began the final journey of the Hero Asura.
That same day, I was on my way back from picking up the bronze sword I’d left with Mogrim to repair. It had cracked stopping the attack from two heavenly kings, but now it was completely repaired.
Mogrim really was a skilled smith.
“Red.”
“Yarandrala!” I stopped in my tracks. “I haven’t seen you for a few days, so I was starting to wonder where you were.”
“I’ve been making preparations.” There was a slightly dark cast over Yarandrala’s expression.
“Did something happen?”
“Not quite. But I came today to say goodbye.”
“You’re leaving?!”
“I plan to go back to Kiramin for a bit. There’s something I want to investigate in the sealed archives.”
“The sealed archives!”
According to rumor, the sealed archives contained the high elves’ forbidden records filled with dangerous knowledge from the time of the wood elves.
“There was one wyvern left from the attack, so I healed it. I’m going to ride it there, but even so it’ll probably take around a month.”
“You can ride wyverns?”
“Not well, but well enough. This one was already broken in by the demon lord’s armies, and I’m not planning to fight while riding it.”
“Still though, what do you want to investigate in Kiramin all of a sudden?”
“…I want to find out about the Demon Lord blessing.”
“Ahhh.”
I could imagine why Yarandrala might want to do that.
“The Hero blessing was made to recreate the spirit of the first hero. So what about the Demon Lord blessing?”
“The natural assumption would be that it’s to recreate the real demon lord fought by the first hero.”
“Yes… Habotan and Ruti’s New Truth are similar.”
“There was hardly any information passed down regarding the Demon Lord blessing in all of Avalon, but there might still be something in Kiramin, since the high elves survived from that era.”
Yarandrala was going all the way to the Kingdom of Kiramin in the north for Ruti’s sake.
“Thank you, Yarandrala.”
“Of course. You and Ruti are both precious friends to me.”
Yarandrala took my hand.
“If you’ll just indulge me for one selfish request…wait to marry Rit until I get back. I want to be able to celebrate it with you in person.”
“Ahaha, you got it. We’ll be waiting and looking forward to when you come back.”
Yarandrala smiled happily.
And with that, she set out from Zoltan.
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