Epilogue
The Demon Lord’s army was on the march. News of this had not only reached Faltra, but spread out to the nearby towns. Rather than the inner parts of the Kingdom of Lyferia, it was the regions near the Demon Lord’s domain that prepared most in earnest for the upcoming battle. Four colored beacons were lit in town squares—which any member of the races would recognize—to inform the races of what was happening.
And so, the news soon reached the Swordmaster’s retreat. After the battle with the evil ape concluded, Diablo and his group returned to the estate. Sasara was in the inner room. The last martial art she used, Daybreak, had drained so much of her strength, which, coupled with the emotional strain of what happened, made her develop a fever. She was now recovering in bed.
Shera was nursing Sasara. Diablo was sitting near the hearth, trying to come up with a means of treating her condition. It was then that Rem ran into the estate from the yard.
“The Demon Lord’s army!”
“What?!”
“...Four colored smoke beacons are lit to inform of a Fallen invasion. But I don’t know how long until the fighting begins!”
It would take four days to reach Faltra from Sormas by horse, no matter how fast they were.
“The fighting may have already started...”
“...Or it may have already ended...”
Diablo shook his head. Klem said she would give warning ahead of time if the Demon Overlord were to move. Galford and the adventurers were also still stationed there. They wouldn’t lose that easily.
“We must hurry.” That was all Diablo said.
“I’ll go tell Shera.” Rem nodded. “But...what about Sasara?”
“We can’t bring someone not fit to fight with us.”
“...Of course.”
At that moment, the sliding door leading to the inner room slid open. Sasara stepped out, dressed in her sleeping gown, followed by Shera, who wore a concerned expression.
“D-Diablo... Y-You’re planning on leaving me behind?!”
“Sasara, you can’t force your body like this!”
“Shera, thank you... Thank you for the concern. But I will do what I can.”
The Swordmaster gripped a katana with the mark of the crescent moon etched onto its pommel.
“Can you fight?” Diablo questioned.
“...I hear the survival of the races depends on this battle. And that the Demon Lord’s army is strong.”
“Hm.”
“I cannot simply stay in bed while my pupils... While my friends march to such a battle.”
“In that case, prepare for battle! We’ll be setting out soon!”
Lyferian calendar, year 164, 12th month, 24th day—
The Demon Overlord’s expedition, led by the Demon Overlord Modinaram, had invaded the races’ territories, appearing before the citadel city of Faltra...
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