Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 244 Risir. He had gained tremendous confidence in himself by repeatedly solving incidents related to 'night' recently. -Someone like me~ Confidence enough to puff out his chest while saying such things. However. After meeting Shuon's group, he was reflecting on himself and recalling the importance of humility once again. Swordmaster Junggeom. Archmage Red Sky. The Religious Order's High Priest. After conversing with top-tier figures in their respective fields, he was able to have time to realize anew just how lacking he was. His understanding of swordsmanship was significantly lacking compared to the Swordmaster. His understanding of magic was significantly lacking compared to the Archmage. As for divinity, there was no need to even mention it. 'Divinity is almost... an abandoned child, almost at the level of Bendel's Risir. Come to think of it, I've been too neglectful of divinity until now.' Magic Swordsmanship is ultimately just the thread that weaves all those elements together. If each element is weak, connecting them together won't amount to anything. 'That's right. Magic Swordsmanship isn't omnipotent...' To put it in terms of substance. Risir felt the need to solidify that substance once again. "It was a beneficial time. Wasn't it, Dangaleon?" Dangaleon was unusually left speechless. Master. Then you're saying you'll catch up to all those worms in their respective fields? The loyal spirit(?) could only struggle to swallow those words. But. Come to think of it, it wasn't such a strange thing. -That's right!!! As Master says, surely Master will have all those worms under your feet in each field in the not-so-distant future!!! "...Did I say such a thing?" Thus, Risir had time to examine his own 'substance.' The first thing that came to mind was astrology. 'I've been so busy lately that I couldn't contact(?) Roera. This works out well.' Risir closed his eyes and concentrated his mind. Once again, a star is born. *** The beastkin city of Parok. A grand festival was currently taking place there. Hero Roera. It was thanks to the Hero Party centered around her resolving the crisis the city had faced. Furthermore, they had succeeded in subduing the 'ancient god' sealed deep beneath the city, which had been the source of that crisis. The Disaster's Keystone. The city of Parok's epithet had lost its meaning. In a very positive sense. The citizens held a grand festival to honor the heroes who brought lasting peace to the city. "Still... it doesn't feel real. Such an ideal ending..." Among that group of praised heroes was also the shaman Yoan, who had guided those heroes to the city. She still couldn't believe it. That her connection with the young and foolish shaman being chased by evil spirits would bear such fruit. Yoan, who had originally been merely the third daughter of a respected family in Parok and had an ambiguous position, established her standing within the city through this incident. Of course, the vacancy left by the eldest son, who was supposed to inherit the family but had become corrupted by the ancient god's power and was slain along with it, also played a significant role. "Why doesn't it feel real? Wasn't it to see this sight that we went through all that shit?" Rotna, the superior knight of Hero Roera's party. Rotna, who had now become close friends (unilateral claim) with each other, put her arm on Yoan's shoulder and said. "Be a little more proud. If it weren't for you, how could we have entered that 'sacred' ruin and subdued that 'sacred' bastard?" Rotna emphasized while wiggling her finger. Without Yoan's active mediation, the Hero Party wouldn't have been able to resolve not only the ancient god sealed beneath the city, but even the mysterious problems it was causing in the city- That was what Rotna wanted to say. "If you hadn't, huh? Persuaded that stubborn elder of the city called Shirain, huh? You know what I'm trying to say, right?" "...Come to think of it, I haven't told you about that yet." Then Yoan opened her mouth meaningfully. "Actually, I wasn't the one who persuaded Shirain." Roera, who was writing in her journal at a nearby seat, reacted by raising her eyebrows. "You're saying you weren't the one who persuaded that stubborn Grand Sorcerer to lend us outsiders her support? That doesn't make sense. If not you, then how? And why?" (E/N: I think Shirain was a woman but this is really hard to say) "Hamun." "Eh? Yes? Yes!? M-me?" The shaman Hamun, who had been absorbed in enjoying the feast laid out on the table, looked at her in surprise. "The reason Shirain listened to my words was originally because she was interested in you, Hamun." "S-She was interested in me... for what reason..." "Well, wouldn't it be because of that?" The mage from the Red Magic Tower, Gelard, casually mentioned it. That. Then everyone made faces as if they understood. Hamun's Guardian Spirit. If that unusual being's intervention was involved, any event could be easily explained. "Being a Grand Sorcerer, she must have recognized the uniqueness of Hamun's Guardian Spirit." "..." Hero Roera pouted her lips. It was an expression showing dissatisfaction, but considering her usual cynical attitude, it could truly be called a charming expression. It was an aspect Hero Roera only showed when thinking of a certain man. "I don't like it." Roera said bluntly. "H-Hero! What's wrong!?" When the little shaman Hamun asked, Roera pondered for a moment then said. "This atmosphere where everyone acknowledges that guy." "Ah..." Indeed, what could be the reason the Hero was getting upset? Because others were also beginning to recognize the true value of that man whom only she had seen? Because her goal of making him look up to her and call her 'sister' wasn't getting any closer? Who could know. The true feelings of the Hero, who rarely removed her cynical mask in front of others, could only be discovered by her and 'that guy.' "Well, still." The Hero's sulky expression gradually relaxed and created a smug smile. "This time I accomplished something big." The atmosphere of the banquet hall was soothing the Hero's mood. That bustling yet peaceful atmosphere was the product of the great achievement she and her companions had accomplished. Roera thought. Even by 'that guy's' twisted standards, an achievement of this magnitude wouldn't be ordinary. "Hehehe..." Roera drew a pleasant smile imagining the reaction 'that guy' would show upon hearing about this achievement. "Huh!?" It was then. The shaman Hamun, who had been happily storing food in her mouth like a squirrel, looked up in surprise. At the same time, she reached to the side and grabbed Hero Roera sitting next to her. "Hamun?" Thus, the anomaly occurred suddenly while the banquet was in full swing. "...Hm?" "That is...?" Those sitting in seats around the Hero Party. They were high-ranking power holders of the beastkin city, people who usually kept sorcery close to their daily lives. Among them were those who were themselves shamans of high status, including Grand Sorcerer Shirain. They detected the sudden change that occurred in the young shaman Hamun and the Hero. "What is this..." From the standards of these high-status shamans, the spiritual power of the two was no different from children. Yet, the 'spiritual power' of these two people rapidly increased. It was due to the mysterious aura that suddenly began to envelop them. It was a phenomenon that would only occur when a high-status shaman offered many sacrifices to conduct rituals and thus made contact with higher beings. "H-Hero Roera, Shaman Hamun. Are you alright...?" An elderly shaman spoke cautiously. Then, Hamun smiled bitterly and answered. "Ah! Don't worry, this is just- my Guardian Spirit contacting me!" "...?" The Guardian Spirit is contacting her? The shamans were confused by Hamun's attitude, as if she was communicating with an acquaintance from far away. Hamun gently closed her eyes. It was about a minute later that she, having concentrated on the spiritual world, returned to her original state. "What was that, Hamun. You were there for quite a while." Hamun answered with a smile to Rotna's words. "It seems Risir is getting more accustomed to being in Guardian Spirit state day by day!" "Being in Guardian Spirit state...?" The shamans' thoughts couldn't digest that sentence and kept rejecting it. The shamans' confusion didn't end there. "Wait. Their spiritual energy-" Shaman Hamun's mysterious ritual had ended. Nevertheless, 'that aura' still lingered in her and the Hero. It was high-quality spiritual energy that even a high-status shaman would need at least several months of cultivation to obtain. In other words, Hamun and the Hero had undergone remarkable growth as shamans. To use a magical analogy, it was as if they had consumed an elixir. "What is this..." Some shamans were so dumbfounded they could barely speak. Thus, while the shamans were confused and struggling to accept the situation. "So, Hamun. What did Risir say this time?" Rotna asked. Yoan and the other companions listened to Hamun's words. "Ah," Suddenly, Roera made a sound as if remembering something. "Hamun. Did you tell that guy about this?" This. She was talking about the achievement Roera's Hero Party had accomplished this time. "Ah!" Hamun covers her mouth in surprise. "I'm sorry, Hero! I was so flustered that I...!" Roera smiled bitterly and shrugged her shoulders. "The one who should apologize is that guy who contacted us so suddenly." Though she said that, there was clearly disappointment on Roera's face. She had been waiting only for his contact, imagining how he would be shocked and faint upon hearing this tremendous news. "Well, so. What did that guy say?" Separately, Roera's eyes were sparkling. Originally, the meetings between Hamun and the Guardian Spirit in the Realm of Stars couldn't last longer than a brief moment at most. However, with repeated practice(?), the duration of stay increased enough to exchange simple greetings, and now it had reached the point where they could have short conversations. Almost about a minute. This was the first time their call(?) had lasted this long. What had that guy talked about during that time? The cynical Hero appeared indifferent on the surface, but inwardly she was restless with curiosity and anticipation. "He's currently staying in the City of Elves!" "How did he end up there?" "He spoke in summary so I'm not sure of the details, but he said he stopped by to learn something called Nature Magic!" "N-Nature Magic...!? The elves' secret art!?" Roera snorted 'hmm~' while watching the reaction of her companion, Red Master Gelard. "Gelard. Is that Nature Magic something amazing?" "It's somewhat complex to explain... but I'll just say that not just anyone can learn it." "Then, which is more impressive?" "Which is more impressive-" "When comparing the achievement I accomplished in this city with learning that Nature Magic." "Ha! Roera. Did you have that side to you?" Another aspect of the cynical Hero. The mage was briefly surprised to see this side of the Hero that could only be seen when 'that man's' story came up. "Compare things that can be compared- that's about all I have to say. No matter how tremendous learning Nature Magic might be, it's nothing compared to the achievement you've made. Didn't you subdue that evil being that even Superior Spirits feared!" The Red Master, recalling the moment of final battle, spoke in an elevated tone. Then a mischievous smile appeared across the Hero's face. I won? It seemed as if she was saying that. The cynical Hero spoke to Hamun with a somewhat excited expression. "How did learning Nature Magic go?" "H-he became the World Tree's mother!" "..." Roera's expression hardened. Her thoughts also froze. Unable to think, she looked at Red Master Gelard once again. What I did this time. Becoming the World Tree's mother. Which is more impressive? The Hero asked with her gaze. No answer came back. "The World Tree's..." The World Tree's mother. Since the Red Master's brain was still pouring all its resources into processing that mysterious code(?), the Red Master froze with his mouth hanging open. The Hero Party's mage had broken down. "I don't really know, but it's that thing again, right? That thing." Rotna, who had taken a sip of alcohol, said. That thing, that thing. It was what Roera's Hero Party said whenever incomprehensible phenomena occurred related to 'that man.' That magical slang perfectly sorted out the situation once again. *** "Come to think of it, Hero. I haven't heard that from you yet." While the shamans were in confusion because of 'that thing,' Grand Sorcerer Shirain, who alone maintained her composure, approached Roera and asked. "What are you the master of?" "..." She was asking about the nature of the Sacred Sword. Roera looked at her Sacred Sword once and said. "Blessing." "Blessing..." The Sacred Sword of Blessing. It was sometimes called the 'Sacred Sword of Fortune.' Those who became masters of that Sacred Sword were always accompanied by blessings and followed by all kinds of good fortune. However, Roera couldn't really understand the meaning of that name. Had she experienced any notable good fortune since obtaining the Sacred Sword? The Sacred Sword had even fallen asleep after choosing her and hadn't awakened until now. "How is it, Master of Blessing? Do you feel the meaning of that name?" Roera burst into bitter laughter at Shirain's question. She checked her companions' faces and shrugged her shoulders. "I always feel it." That was the conclusion Roera ultimately reached. She decided to think that meeting such good companions was all thanks to that 'Sacred Sword of Fortune.' Thus. It was the moment when the Master of Blessing looked at the Sacred Sword of Blessing with a resigned expression. -Roera... "...!" A woman's frail voice. It was the first time Roera had heard the Sacred Sword's voice since being chosen as a Hero. As Roera was flustered by the sudden reunion, the Sacred Sword spoke to her. -Thank you... thanks to you... I was able to recover my strength and awaken again... "Thanks to me, you recovered your strength? What did I do?" -You proved why you are the Master of Blessing...? "..." Sacred Swords choose those who suit them best as masters. In other words, Roera being chosen as the Master of Blessing was because she was the person who best suited the name of blessing. In other words- It was because she was the owner of exceptional heavenly fortune befitting the Master of Fortune. "I proved why I'm the Master of Blessing...?" Roera tried to recall recent moments of good fortune. However, unless she deployed the touching logic of 'my companions are the greatest fortune,' nothing particularly came to mind. Roera suddenly became curious. No. She had always been curious. Why did the Sacred Sword of Blessing choose her as its master? What kind of 'fortune' did it glimpse in me? -Just now. Didn't you experience that blessing with your whole body...? "...Just now?" Roera's eyes gradually opened. There was something that clicked. The contact with a certain Guardian Spirit. Through that contact, Roera experienced spiritual growth that made shamans surprised and burn with inferiority. That thing. For Roera, who had become somewhat accustomed to the person named Risir, it was nothing significant that happened through their connection. However. Objectively speaking, it was a tremendous opportunity that rarely comes in life- In other words, it was fortune. "..." Roera's expression became strange. Her innate natural qualities as the Hero of Blessing. Perhaps it was- 'Being big brother's little sister? That's the most powerful ability the Hero of Blessing possesses?' *** The next morning. Shuon's group, who had gathered to discuss Risir once again. Contrary to their plans, they were spending a very busy and serious time. "The Magic Sword problem hasn't been resolved yet, and now what kind of bolt from the blue is this?" Swordmaster Junggeom said with a heavy sigh. "Maybe we shouldn't be distracted by that guy right now? A new catastrophe, you say." Catastrophe. It was a form of prophecy that seer Shuon saw- She could sense and glimpse massive events that affected the grand flow called 'the world.' "Last night. I felt a new catastrophe." It was the first thing Shuon said at the morning gathering. At that, Shuon's group immediately gathered in her room and began preparing for the ritual. "..." Thus, when the ritual preparations were complete- Shuon. She was surrounded by her companions, receiving their power. "..." Shuon, who had been muttering something, opened her eyes wide. The brown pupils hidden within her narrowed eyes revealed themselves. Soon, those brown pupils were dyed with golden hues. Broken Glass. Seer Shuon. Her eyes began to glimpse the new catastrophe. "..." The companions who shared their power with Shuon also witnessed the same catastrophe as her. That catastrophe was...related to the life and death of a star. *** A star was born. The star went to find its follower. The star communicated with family through the follower. The follower and the star's family gained great power. The star's family realized their destiny. The star met death with satisfaction. ▷Fate ??? : ??? *** [Title: No, Broken Glass dude lol] Content: I just realized, but what she calls prophecy seems similar to Fate Quest endings, could it be that the catastrophe she sees is that? - : yep Fate Quest bad ending *** "..." The golden hue that had appeared in Shuon's pupils gradually faded. Thus, the witnessing of the catastrophe ended- Someone muttered in a tone as if air was leaking from their lungs. "What is this?"