Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 250 "I'll ask again. What meaning is there to you without companions and Sacred Sword?" The Master of Sacred Sword was clearly hesitating with his answer. As if he had never dared to imagine such a thing. The fairy showed no particular disappointment at this. Originally, disappointment came from expectation. The fairy already knew. The fact that the subject would not easily answer her question. Furthermore- "As you said, I am nothing without those things." The fact that after deliberation, he would give such an answer. "But. I certainly have companions and a Sacred Sword. If I don't change, they'll stay by my side until the end-" The fact that he would speak with humility, as if that meek answer contained some deep realization. "Would this be sufficient as an answer?" As the Master of Sacred Sword spoke, his companions stood guard beside him. Their expressions as they looked at the Hero. It seemed as if the solid bond between them was fully revealed on the surface. As the Hero had said, they clearly seemed like they would stay by his side until the end if he didn't change. "..." The fairy quietly looked down at their appearance. That sight of them relying on each other, trusting and following one another, was truly worthy of being called a model for a 'party'. "Ha!" The fairy produced a pleasant smile. She said. "Yes, that was a sufficient answer." "Then-" "You are not qualified to take that person's place." "...!" Why? To the Hero and his companions showing deep confusion, the fairy didn't even bother to respond individually. "Being so meek like that, how could you possibly replace that person?" She just spat out words of being dumbfounded and disgusted. The Hero and his companions protested earnestly, but it didn't reach the fairy's ears. She was wearing a sharp yet somehow precarious smile. "Look at this... What did I say... A being who could replace you... There's no way such a thing exists... So please don't say such things to me... To help a new person... someone who could replace you..." The fairy felt something sticky stirring within her inner self. She thought it was merely emotional turmoil, but it wasn't. It was malice with form. That seed of malice that had taken root in her inner self without the fairy knowing was gradually eroding her. "Why... why did you give me such a difficult role... why..." It grows by feeding on negative emotions. Therefore, it desires negative emotions and incites negative emotions. "I am... now I am... to do such things..." The fairy was aware that she had changed. The sight of being consumed by negative emotions and forcing those emotions on others was beyond pathetic—it was ugly. If she had been her original self, she would never have tolerated such behavior from herself. However. The fairy felt no particular doubt about her current self. The sense of loss from separation. The crack caused by it. -Aren't you sad? -Aren't you angry? -Your heart that cares for that person, is that all it amounts to in the end? The malice cleverly exploited that gap. "Kill those things..." The fairy who had been listening to the inner voice was horrified by the terrible malice spewing from her own mouth. The Hero and his companions covered their ears. The fairy screamed and struggled. Finally, she swung her hand with force. Announcing banishment to the uninvited guests. "No!!!" The Hero and his companions realized the fairy's strange behavior and tried to help her, but their voices didn't reach her. The last fragment of reason remaining within the fairy cried out. 'Get them out right now!!! If they stay longer, I'll end up harming them...!' And. That noble cry was immediately overlaid by another voice. -For such things to replace that person... I absolutely cannot tolerate it... right? The fairy cried out with tears streaming. "Disappear... and... never appear before my eyes again... for things like you... to replace that person... I absolutely cannot accept it..." ▶Fate 70: Descendant of the Hero [Dungeon has been deactivated] [Dungeon: A Carefully Hidden Space] [A new dungeon has been activated] [Dungeon: Nest of the Fallen Fairy] [Clear the dungeon and obtain rewards!] *** [Title: Hand it over, you bitchhhhhhhh lololololol] Content: What? You absolutely can't give us the Hero's legacy? You absolutely can't accept that things like us are descendants of the Hero? What are you gonna do if you don't accept it lololololol If you're so confident try blocking our Sacred Sword lololololol Crazy venomous yandere fly bitch cut lolololololol -: Did you happen to clear the Nest of the Fallen Fairy? -[Author]: Made it into _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ -: What's that? -[Author]: (Basically means I squashed the fly flat) -: Kyahaha -: Cool lolololol -: This is it lolololololol -: Only you can do it yeah yeah yeah -[Author]: lol -[Author]: Fuck what is this -[Author]: These guys responding makes me feel kinda off -: You absolutely must not look at this ★[link]★ post lololololol -: Absolutely don't click on the post that analyzes fairy Shuyen's condition lolololol -[Author]: Yeah yeah I absolutely won't click -: Yeah don't click, there's nothing good to see ★☆★The fairy actually used her last bit of reason to isolate herself to save the Hero's descendants from her abnormal state★☆★ -: Don't look yeah are we desperate? You're the desperate one ●◎Actually the crazy fairy you killed was a pitiful hero who struggled not to harm people even while being dominated by a curse◎● -: ★The fact that you stubbornly went to the place they hid telling you not to come and showed your face was the trigger that made the fairy finally go crazy★ -[Author]: Yeah got it, turned out shitty right? -: Oh no... I told you not to click... -[Author]: I didn't, asshole *** "This is ridiculous!!!" The Master of Sacred Sword who comes here claiming to be 'that person's' descendant without knowing his place. An uninvited guest. Fairy Shuyen was looking forward to that moment when she would make them realize how inadequate they were to call themselves 'Heroes'. Through that, the fact that her thoughts were correct would be proven. The First Hero. The fact that there was no being who could replace that great hero. "Wh-where did they go! Your companions and Sacred Sword!" That was why Shuyen was getting needlessly irritated. The Master of Sacred Sword who appeared before her eyes. His existence, far from supporting Shuyen's 'stubbornness', was instead directly denying her stubbornness. He should have said that he was nothing without companions. He should have said that he was nothing without a Sacred Sword. However, right now he had neither companions nor Sacred Sword. He had passed all those trials purely with his own strength and arrived here. 'That's possible!?' Such courage. Such will. Such power! Shuyen could not accept the fact that the man before her possessed all of that. As far as she knew, the only one who possessed all of that was 'that person'. "I'll ask once more!" Shuyen straightened her attitude. Looking down at her opponent again, she completed what she hadn't finished saying before. "Answer me!" The place where they were now was a space created by Shuyen. Here, her power was granted authority beyond the original. Her voice was the same. "Without companions and Sacred Sword, what can you call yourself!" Thus, that question became a demand for his True Name. Master of Sacred Sword. That was another name for calling a Hero, the True Name of those who grasped new fate through a Sacred Sword. Now the fairy was telling her opponent to reveal a different True Name other than that. It was essentially an impossible demand. Throughout history, that person was the only one who was a Master of Sacred Sword yet had a different True Name other than 'Master of Sacred Sword'. Only he who possessed a great fate that transcended Sacred Swords could do such a thing. Therefore. The answer that the pitiful man could give to that mischievous question was predetermined. Silence. Very shabby and uncomfortable silence! The fairy was already producing a satisfied smile. She said. "Look at this. How can you who are nothing without a Sacred Sword be a true Hero-" "Mother of World Tree." "?" "Mage of Gray Magic Tower, Swordsman of Gray Magic Tower, Priest of Gray Magic Tower-" An uncomfortable silence of a different meaning began. Risir who began forcibly reciting his True Names(?) according to the demand. The fairy, speechless, had no choice but to wait for that long recitation to end. In that uncomfortable silence, the fairy felt a strange feeling. -No one can replace that person. No one can replace that person. No one can replace that person. No one can replace that person... Should it be called the feeling of something that had been 'forcing' her actions and thoughts being denied? 'What... is this...?' The fairy had believed until now that it was her pure and intense emotion. That's why she hid the First Hero's legacy and thoroughly denied his descendants. However. Looking back now, she felt an undeniable sense of discomfort. 'That person is different from other Masters of Sacred Sword... special... like that person... maybe... that person's will... he might be able to fulfill the intentions that person couldn't complete...' From the position of a companion who purely respected and admired that great hero, it was a situation where she should be happy. -Snap out of it!!! -No one can replace that person!!! -Were your feelings for that person only this much!? But what is this. This inner turmoil. This twisted emotion. 'This is my true feelings...?' The venom that had been showing in her expression gradually faded. What filled that empty space instead was the emotion of fear. The fairy began to feel fear toward her own state. She began to feel doubt about the emotions that had been moving her until now. 'Is what I'm doing... really... for that person...?' *** -Kuhahahaha!!! Master! Look at that fly!!! What an extreme of disgrace!!! Like a fly hit by poison, she doesn't know what to do before Master's majesty!!! "..." -Hm!? Master!? What's the matter!? "That fairy... isn't her condition somewhat strange?" -Strange indeed!!! How dare she direct suspicion when Master graciously offers to take that shabby legacy, instead of showing gratitude!!! "No, that's not what I mean-" Risir had seen the appearance of those who had lost themselves while being manipulated by evil forces several times. It wouldn't be just his imagination. Risir now overlapped the fairy's current appearance with theirs. "...Excuse me, are you alright!?" Risir carefully opened his mouth. "If you need help, please tell me without reservation!!! I think I can probably help you!" "You can help...? What do you know to be so confident...?" The fairy continued speaking with difficulty. -Ignore him!!! -There's no need to listen to that fake's words!!! Struggling to ignore that inner cry. "I don't know!" "...?" "Actually, most of the things I've solved were like that! But somehow, things worked out well in the end! Won't your case be the same!?" "..." A smile appeared on the fairy's lips. It was a strange smile where contempt and joy coexisted. -Irresponsible! -How can such a thing claim to replace that person!? -Not worth listening to! The contempt came from that inner cry. And the joy- "What, what is that..." Came from the fairy's pure experience. She now saw 'that person' overlapping with his appearance. The absurd yet extraordinary confidence that others would find hard to understand. Though the basis and expression were different from 'that person'- It was certainly an aspect she had never seen in anyone other than that person. The fairy suddenly had such a thought. What reaction would 'that person' have shown if he had seen this man. What reaction would their companions have shown if they had seen this man. "..." Then a smile naturally spread across her lips. The longing that had only been expressed in negative forms since some time drew a pure smile on her lips. -I can't believe it! -Are you thinking of betraying that person!? -Now that person doesn't matter anymore!? -You've found a 'substitute' for that person! Thus, the discomfort created by the inner cry becomes even more intense. "No..." The fairy shook her head. Now she could be certain. "This... isn't me...!" The fairy cried out with determination in her expression and voice. Then, a vast aura that was hard to believe came from that small body began to fill the place. "Ugh...!" Risir unconsciously took a step back. In his head, he was thinking he should approach and help with the Power of Purification, but that aura made his instincts retreat. Risir inevitably stood in place and watched her condition. "Damn, is that okay!?" His expression gradually became colored with anxiety. -Master!!! That fly bitch's aura!!!" Risir's gaze was fixed on the fairy's wings. Those wings that had originally been transparent like glass were turning a murky green like flowing poison. Like that aura that had originally been pure but was gradually being contaminated. The malice hidden in the fairy's emotions. The ancient curse had abandoned its disguise and begun to reveal itself. "Ah, ah...!!!" Between the fairy's sharp screams, a viscous voice like regurgitating filth overlapped. -Shuyen!!! You abominable creature!!! Hero's livestock!!! Remember my words, you will suffer from my curse even in death!!! Risir was momentarily dazed by the overwhelming presence contained in that voice. "You, you are...!" And shock appeared on the fairy's face. The ancient great evil that had met destruction by the Hero had once again revealed itself before her. "Ugh...!" The corrupted fairy's aura began to strangle her neck. Risir thought. This can't go on any longer. Just as he was about to be pushed into action, that moment came. -Master! Be careful! Dangaleon's warning. Risir was already taking action. Something was flying from the other side of the cavity from which the fairy had come. "This is...?" It was a cloak. A cloak with a pure white base decorated with golden patterns, clearly extraordinary at first glance. It approached Risir with its own will and naturally wrapped around his neck. -Master of Sacred Sword! The cloak spoke to Risir with a magnificent voice. -My master's companion is in crisis! Therefore, I request your help!!! Please, will you help me stop that great evil's revival!? "...!" Risir instinctively realized. The fact that this cloak was the First Hero's Legacy. "How, what should I do!?" -First! Draw your Sacred Sword!!! What is your Sacred Sword! "Advancement! It's Advancement!!!" -Oh, is Jallak here!!! "No!" -? "Damn, I left it at home!!!" The cloak that had been fluttering like being blown by wind quietly settled down. As if speechless. "Graaagh...!!" Meanwhile, the fairy's pain became even clearer. 'Damn...' Impatience climbed up his back. Was it because of the situation. -Risir!!! Risir suddenly felt the illusion of hearing that Sacred Sword's beloved voice. That voice became clearer as Risir's wish grew stronger. -Please don't forget me!!! Eventually, that voice became as close as if whispering right in his ear. "..." Now, Risir didn't know what he was doing himself. Just intuition. Just instinct. He entrusted his body to something indescribable. He extended his arm to the side. And gripped. Something that was there. Was it an illusion? 'No. It's not an illusion.' Risir could clearly feel what was gripped in his hand. Risir added more strength to his grip. Even stronger. As if it should naturally be there. No. As if it had been there from the beginning. Grip it. And draw it. Risir entrusted his body to the inner voice. Risir pulled back his tightly gripped fist. Like drawing a sword from its sheath. -Th-this is...!? The Hero's Legacy. Even its confused voice didn't reach Risir now. All his nerves were concentrated on his arm- his fist, his fingertips. Swish. Through his fingertips, the sound of a sword rubbing against its sheath seemed to be transmitted. Then, the appearance of that blade leaving its sheath. The radiance that blade created. Risir looked at his own fist. A ray of light was firmly gripped between his fingers. That light was slowly being drawn from an invisible sheath in the air. That reality clearly drawn on his retina. There was no longer any room for doubt. Grin. Risir swung his arm widely with a spirited smile. Swish! The brilliant metallic sound of steel ringing. A sword shook off the light and revealed itself. The Sacred Sword of Advancement. That holy treasure sword was gripped in its master's hand. -Risir!? The Sacred Sword responded to its master's call. Risir let out laughter with overwhelming breath. "My goodness, Jallak! Was this kind of thing possible!?" -How did you do it, Risir! Both voices overlapped. "Huh?" How. It was a question spoken simultaneously from front and back. The Sacred Sword. The First Hero's Legacy. They were confused. Did Sacred Swords have this ability too?