Epilogue
Onward to the Wedding
In a guest room on a ship heading toward Zoltan, the high elf Yarandrala looked over the notes she’d put together.
It wasn’t her first time reading them. In fact, she’d read them so many times, she could recite them from memory, and she continued to ponder them in her head.
“The knowledge left behind by Sage Lilith, the knowledge we gained in the ancient human ruins…combined with what Red knows, that should be enough to discover the true nature of the demon lord residing within Ruti.”
But Yarandrala was unsure whether or not she should tell Red.
If what she’d learned was true, then there was practically nothing they could do about the New Truth growing within Ruti.
All they could do was watch over her and trust in her.
Was there a reason in warning someone when there was nothing that could be done…?
In a few more days, she would reach Zoltan.
The time for searching was over; now was the time for decision.
“Still, the most likely outcome is for nothing to happen,” Yarandrala murmured, closing the documents.
She took out a beautiful statue—an eternal crystal artifact she’d brought with her from Baba Yaga’s castle. It had all sorts of incredible effects, but the one that mattered most to Yarandrala right now was…
“Tie a string around this part here and spin it—babies love it!”
It was a present for Red and Rit, who would be getting married and having children.
Thinking that this artifact that would never break would be perfect for a child’s toy, Yarandrala had lightheartedly asked Baba Yaga for it.
“There’s no point worrying about it now, not with their wedding coming up!”
Yarandrala looked out the window.
The sea was vast and beautiful.
“I can’t wait!!” she exclaimed with hope.
At the same time, a small flying ship floated in the sky.
It was the ship Taraxon and Bui had flown from the dark continent.
It wasn’t as good as the former demon lord’s flying ship Ruti had once used, but because it was smaller, Bui was able to handle it smoothly even without a skill.
It had been built thirty years ago for reconnaissance.
“We have gathered the Hero’s artifacts,” Bui said.
Taraxon sat down, wearing a helmet and armor.
“All that remains is the Sacred Avenger.”
Taraxon clenched his fists.
“Unifying the world and challenging God… The Asura dream isn’t over yet.”
He stood and pointed far off into the distance.
“Our target is Zoltan.”
The flying ship flew straight ahead, with no obstacles in the sky to stop it.
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