A true hero marries a man by his appearance [Comprehensive]

The sun has risen.

[The sun never rises. 】

The ground under his feet was dark red to black. The reason was that the soil was watered by an unknown amount of stale blood, and a thick layer of moss with a foul smell had condensed.

[The ground under your feet is very clean, and the only fine dust is invisible to the naked eye.Except that the corridor is too quiet and the footsteps will echo here and there, there seems to be nothing wrong. 】

He didn't let the guards follow, and walked in front alone.

Among them, there are other human beings other than him who are afraid of the hell-like bloody scene in front of them. Just seeing it from a distance makes their legs weak, but the most fundamental reason is that he——does not want other people except himself See "he" first.

There was a loud noise behind him, as if they were tremblingly persuading him not to approach.There are also noises around, which is another gift from the gods, the advice from the Demon God Pillar.

It was really noisy, and they hadn't even dared to make any screams of fear before.

But, it doesn't matter.At this moment, he couldn't hear anything.

[Going out, walking in the long corridor, he met many people head-on.

He was going in the opposite direction, but it was just right. Everyone who happened to meet here greeted him with a smile and said good morning.

In fact, his mind was not fully here, but the voice reached his ears, and his thoughts were withdrawn slightly.He also smiled and replied good morning, and said a few things about work by the way——when the time is right, you can ask what you really want to ask. 】

"Eric, is it there?"

【"Hey, by the way, have you seen the new Assassin? I want to discuss something with her and Lixiang, so..."】

In fact, I saw it from far away.

It's just that for a moment, I feel like I can't walk no matter how I go.

But finally went through.

[I got it.

Although I don't know why I have to be so cautious... no, it's better to be cautious.

I hesitated, but in the end I couldn't restrain myself. 】

The background is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​swords, black blood and mutilated corpses pollute the soil under their feet.

In the deepest part of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, the man's silver hair was filthy, his head was torn apart, and his body was pierced by a sharp blade.

He stopped here, and there was nothing in the gaze cast by his lowered head except a completely dazed daze.

【The person you are looking for is indeed with the Master of Chaldea.

They have a very good relationship due to the fate they formed at the singularity before.However, it may be because they are all women. The woman who is much older and naturally likes to take care of children, even if she becomes a Heroic Spirit, her nature will not change much.

He stopped not far away, attracted by such a warm picture, and did not rush over.

In addition to the trance that seemed to have passed away, there was also hesitation that made him hesitate. 】

Still can't hear anything.

The praise from the gods, the admiration for him, behind him, seemed to be the burst of cheers from the ignorant people who finally dared to confirm the man's death.

However, what he was staring blankly at was obviously Eric's broken body, but a scene from a different place, even across time, came to mind.

At the same time, there was an unbelievable roar from the Throne of Heroes.

The grief is self-evident. During the period, there seemed to be some doubts and a little bit of confusion about himself that could never have appeared in the heart of the hero king, but were really born.

"Solomon... this king will definitely kill you! How dare a mere puppet controlled by a god...!!!"

"Could it be, what this king did..."

In the far future, the magician who finally realized his mistake, after a long silence, finally smiled without any joy, only to sink his heart into the deepest mud.

"Dead like this? Or a completely unexpected way of death."

Just thought of it.How could it take so long to think of it.Ah, this is really...

"You can throw away everything you hate without hesitation. It's your style."

...and the most recent scene, but it was him who was standing in front of Eric's body at this moment, and for some reason he didn't want to face it directly.

It may not be long before the day when the news of the death of the devil Eric spreads across the world.

"Your Majesty... king, my king, my... king! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The woman cried out in grief, her voice hoarse beyond recognition.

She fell to the ground, unconsciously scratching the ground heavily with her ten fingers, her nails were broken by hard stones, and her fingertips and the ground were stained with bright red blood.

Except for the first scream, even if he opened his mouth after that, he couldn't make any discernible sounds.

at last.

I don't know how long it has passed, and finally there are other pronunciations.

It's him--

"Yeah... Solomon... So... Lo... Mon..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

"Solomon... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

【"—Well, Commander of Chaldea, what do you want?"

The purple-haired female Heroic Spirit turned around.

"I remember."

"Your name is...Romani? Romani Akiman?"

There was no emotion in the blue eyes looking at the slightly cramped him, only coldness.

"Okay, Your Excellency Akiman."

"Can you tell me what's the matter that you came to find me specifically?"

……

Actually, no.

If he was driven by the anxiety and excitement in his heart, he desperately wanted to see her again with his own eyes...it wasn't a "thing".

Then there's really nothing wrong with it.

"Miss Antaxia..."

"Your Excellency Akiman, what did you say?"

"Ah, no, no, no. I just saw you at the door, and stopped by to ask if you are enjoying your life in Chaldea, because I heard that it seems that you are responding to the call of a human magician for the first time..."

"It's very pleasant, thank you for your concern. However, there is a very important problem, can you please solve it for me, Commander?"

"Okay, okay! What's bothering you?"

"Actually, it's because of me personally, but because this feeling is so familiar, it really makes me unable to keep calm..."

"Your Excellency Akiman, please don't—"

"Don't look at me like this again. It's best, please don't appear in front of me too often."

He was stunned.

Because the way Assassin looked at him was so familiar.

Have faced it in the past.

Heard it in the past.

Almost completely similar to the voice, almost completely similar - hate.

"Your gaze... No, together with you, it reminds me of a guy who hates me for no reason."

"It's really strange, and I don't know why. However, the anger that ignited in my heart, the curse on that traitor, can't be stopped until now."

"So, please don't let my anger, my curse, hurt the innocent—you are probably very innocent, huh..."]

"My lord, hang this man's body in front of the city wall, and warn the world that this is the end of disobedience to the gods."

"...he was a worthy enemy."

So, why wasn't he the one who died?

He leaned over and picked up the man's dead body.

Because of his incomplete body, it should have been heavy—the first time he hugged him like this, he almost fell to the ground—but the man he hugged in the same posture was very light.

He burned Erik, along with the corpse of Erik's eagle.In front of everyone, the fire was lit by hand.

Regarding this scene, the descriptions passed down to later generations after being exaggerated by the poets all focus on the calmness of King Solomon who won the final victory despite heavy casualties, as if the death of the enemy and his victory were all in the hands of God. Known in advance in the prophecy given.

The world praises him with the most beautiful words, but they don't know what the seemingly "calm" King Solomon really felt like at that moment...

【...Yeah, how did you feel at that time?

Suddenly remembered this question.

At that time, he definitely couldn't describe it, but now he can almost describe it.

— as if burned through.

his heart.

Those little emotions born of Eric turned into those flames that reduced Eric's body to ashes, making him suffer as if he himself had become ashes.

This heart was originally given to him by Eric.

So, even when he was unaware of 'love', wouldn't it be natural for him to fall in love with him?

……so.

and so.

why die.

Why...abandon him.

That's what Solomon didn't know the answer to, and Romani Akiman couldn't find the answer to, that question. 】

*****

—Of course it's because I'm tired, silly boy.

From the destroyed hometown, to Uruk, to Egypt, to Britain... Finally, it is the land that is still called "Papara" today.

Eddie thought he had searched long enough.

The enmity formed during the endless travel, and the fetters he got, were actually not all the reasons that prompted him to make this decision.

I can't find it.

That one, destined to be the most beautiful of his wives.He never mentioned him in front of others, but deep in his heart, there was always such a vague figure.

As long as he is still remembered, as long as there is this shadow in his heart, he will not fall in love with anyone else.

Can't find it.

I really can't find it.

Perhaps the facts have already been established, and after the death of the "hometown", their fate will be completely severed.No matter how long it has passed, no matter how long they have searched, they will never see each other again.

So, what's the point.

The owed apology has been made up, and the revenge against God will be achieved at dawn——

Eddie didn't even have the strength to look back on his experiences in the past 2000 years.

Because, really tired.

His abilities are "immortality" and "dimension transfer", and of course, crossing the world, after all, that's how he came from the beginning.

These abilities are actually transferable as long as he wants to.

That's it - just throw the ability that will be coveted by countless people to anyone, and he can die.

Hmm... As expected, I am still very sorry for Jedidia and Antaxia.

But don't forget.

He himself is such a willful man.

Because of the accident that he learned of last night, the plan was slightly modified, and he could only temporarily replace the person who killed him from Jedidiah with anyone else.

In this way, the damage will be less.

Although it is small, it is not much smaller.

The sun is setting again.

The remaining peripheral vision fell on the ground covered with corpses. Eddie raised his eyelids and saw a prostrate figure struggling to approach him from a distance.

"It's still an eyesore."

"But... don't choose, just this."

The blood slid down the face that was too filthy to see clearly, and happened to stop at the corner of the raised mouth.

……

The man sits half-reclining among thorns of broken, broken swords and sharp weapons.

With the same injury, anyone other than him would have died miserably, or screamed and lost his breath under the torture of unstoppable pain, but he was still alive, sitting in a pool of blood. Just didn't die.

The man should have silver hair, but the silver color was covered in crimson a long time ago, and blood stains coagulated everywhere on his body.His hair was dyed red, his face was dyed red, and his face was blurred by hideous colors, making it difficult to see clearly——

Except for the sapphire necklace hanging on his chest, which was not covered in blood at all, there were only eyes.

The more hopeless you are, the less those eyes will be covered by your own blood or the blood of others, and the golden pupils will only be ignited bit by bit, even if they are far apart - apart from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood like hell on earth , that flame can still burn unyieldingly in the golden pupil.

There is a man—here is no need to elaborate on what kind of fellow he is, as long as he is lucky and despicable.

He crawled over tremblingly, no matter how euphemistic the words he used, they had the same meaning.

——What are you still struggling with?They've all become like this.

——Dead, why are you not dead yet.Hurry up, hurry up and die!

He begged the man to heed the call of death, not to hold on wearily, and to close his eyes peacefully like all mortals who return safely to the embrace of God.

However, the man clearly heard his concealed true thoughts.

"That's why, you want me to die so desperately. Just seeing you, an idiot, almost makes me sick to death."

"Okay, then I will die."

He actually said that!

"It's just a piece of shit. I don't want it anymore. Whoever wants it can take it—oh? You want it, don't you?"

"Since you want it, take it."

Just like that... It was like a beautiful dream that he didn't want to wake up no matter what.

This one gets that exhilarating yet terrifying ability from the man.

Although, at the end when the stupid man transferred his ability and was about to die, he still dared to threaten him who was already very different with his usual superior tone:

"When I am kind, I will remind you one last thing."

"Don't get carried away with complacency. Look at how proud you are of receiving my charity. You are a hopeless fool."

Not to mention how shockingly intimidated the man was after receiving these few kind reminders.

"Oh... bastard! Do you think that you can still talk to me in this tone? Go--go to death!"

The sudden black shadow reflected on the man's face suddenly expanded when the voice fell.

This despicable villain who got his abilities from a man seemed to have been poked into a sore spot in his heart, and suddenly became furious.

At the same time, he gained courage that suddenly magnified. He lifted the stone high, with a grim expression hiding a hint of joy. He tried his best to smash it with this stone. In fact, he would die in a short while. The head of a man.

however.

The man whose eyes were covered by the enlarged shadow grinned.

In the eyes of this despicable villain who threw down the red-dyed stone in a panic and tore off the precious sapphire necklace and held it in his hand, the smile that a man would show even after he died was a mocking sneer .

There is indeed sarcasm in it, and it is aimed at this person.

but.

There were other...more, lighter emotions.

When and after death, men smile.

No matter how many people will rejoice because of his death, how many people will be distraught because of his death.From this moment on, he was relieved.

He is relieved.

At the same time, those who were liberated were——

"Caster?"

another world.

In another world, which would never intersect with the man's place, someone suddenly called out the name of a heroic spirit in confusion.

"What's the matter, all of a sudden—ah! Are you crying?"

"Sorry, master."

The heroic spirit also responded in confusion: "I don't know why..."

Why do I suddenly feel sad like never before.

It was like at this moment, someone who was very important to him left.He gave him up, and thus set him free.

I felt an inexplicable sense of relief all over my body, and the pressure I didn't know when it existed disappeared.

It should be something to be happy about, but he couldn't help crying.

"It's good that it's okay. Although you are so touching even if you cry, seeing you cry makes my heart break."

His Master looked at him with obsessive eyes, and there was an undisguised possessiveness in his eyes.

With blue hair and blue eyes, he is the most beautiful person in the world.

Rubbing the hand of the most beautiful man who never resisted in his palm, the voice of the poor man who was bewildered by him gradually faded away.

"You're so beautiful, Ellie."

……

*****

Since the death of the Demon King and the destruction of the Kingdom of Sinners, the peace that had been maintained for ten years was abruptly broken again.

In just one month, several high-ranking officials have been found tragically dead at home, and their deaths were particularly tragic.

For a while, the wind was jittery.

I don't know when, there have been unfounded speculations circulating in the entire capital, causing people to panic.

The frightening rumor is that Eric, the demon king who was killed by their king, Solomon, is resurrected...

No, Eric was not resurrected. It was ten years ago, the consul of Papara, who no longer exists now, and the most famous minion of the devil Eric, the witch Antaxia appeared in Israel and came back for revenge.

Families of slain officials claim they absolutely saw the witch in their home.

The same as the rumored purple hair and blue eyes, the only thing wrong is that the face of the witch who caught a glimpse is too young, she looks only 27 or [-] years old at most.

After all, if the witch is still alive, she should be more than 40 years old if she lives to this day.

Early in the morning, there were rumors that the demon king's remnants hadn't completely disappeared, but the ten years of stability made people who had experienced that horrible battle forget about it, and until today -- they have only regained those memories.

The great king was naturally aware of the fear of his subjects, but for some reason, he didn't take too many measures except to comfort and strengthen the guards in the king's city.

Even, the king readily accepted the proposal of a close minister and held a ball in the palace.

During the banquet, the sound of laughter and music merged together, and the flying skirts of the dancing girls looked like gorgeous blooming flowers, which were particularly eye-catching.

Solomon sat on his throne, smiling and watching the dance from above.

At the beginning of the dance, he seemed to have said something: "It gives people a warm feeling, a long time ago, I also saw something like this..."

The voice behind suddenly stagnated, Wang seemed to have noticed something, his eyes changed slightly for a moment, and he kept silent.

He stared straight at the woman with the most graceful figure and the most moving dancing posture among the dancers, the woman who covered her face with a veil, and his eyes never shifted.

There was nothing unusual about this move, it would only make Merry, who noticed that the courtier was king, secretly smile.

that's it.

The exotic dance finally reached its climax. For a while, the women's skirts fluttered again, which dazzled everyone's eyes.

Right at this moment.

Mutation mutation.

One of the dancers—it happened to be the one Solomon was staring at—didn't know how lightly she avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and jumped up the steps leading to the throne in the next moment.

She held a sharp knife in her hand, and the knife was facing the chest of Solomon who was sitting upright.

Without a trace of hesitation, the undisguised killing intent and hatred were all condensed in the tip of the knife and the depths of her trembling pupils.

Solomon recognized her from the start.

How could it not be recognized.

He will always remember that day, that night, the celebration, the laughter, the dance of the consul girl.

He had already realized that the "witch" was here to kill him.

It was not enough to just kill those officials to vent her anger. Only by killing Solomon could she eliminate the resentment that had accumulated for ten years.

The blade was approaching, but Solomon did not move.

The terrified cries of the people below, and the unbelievable questioning of the Demon God Pillar, were all pretended not to have been heard.Putting those voices behind him, it wasn't the first time he'd done it either.

An Ran, calm down.

It seemed to be quietly relieved.

Solomon felt that this day was what he had been waiting for in a daze.

He will not resist.No, he will not hurt her.

Wang's smile was always on his lips.

Finally, his sight met the eyes of the woman who came close to him more truly.

However, what he expected did not come true.

The sharp dagger brushed close to Solomon's ear, cut off a few strands of white hair, and only let out a dull clang.

"..."

Solomon's eyes couldn't help but widen, because he saw the assassin's face that hadn't changed for many years, and the despair that couldn't be ignored on Antaxia's face.

How could it be..."despair"?

But he saw it with his own eyes.

Solomon is destined not to know that at this moment, Antaxia's state of mind is more complicated and painful than his.

"King..."

"Your--"

Her constricted pupils trembled unwillingly, and she looked at Solomon, who tied his hair into a bunch and bound it with the king's least favorite golden ring, and saw that he put the earrings that the king had worn on his enthronement ceremony on his earlobe , In the eyes that should have been as calm as stagnant water, there was a hint of hope for death.

Antaxia's hands were also shaking.

As if she had suffered a heavy blow that she was unwilling to accept but had to accept, she staggered back a step, and what came out of her mouth was a scream that was especially sharp after the sound broke.

"Your long-cherished wish has come true!"

Let Solomon get the long-cherished wish of "feelings".

The long-cherished wish of making Solomon become a man and win the hearts of the people finally succeeded after the death of the king!

"I can't destroy... Even if it means that I can't get revenge, I can't..."

but.

but.

Her regret and curse will not fade away.

Her resentment towards Solomon is even less likely to—

"king!"

"The witch has appeared! It really is a witch... Protect the king, kill the witch!"

Amidst the commotion, the soldiers gathered around, but before they got close, Solomon yelled at them to retreat.

The sound of footsteps stopped immediately, no one dared to retreat, and no one dared to advance, and fell into a stalemate for a while.

Antaxia finally recovered.

She stared coldly at the child in front of her who had been cared for meticulously by herself, and suddenly raised her hand, throwing something on Solomon's body.

The thing was so small that it hit Solomon's knee and burst open, falling to his feet and rolling over the edge of the steps.

And Antaxia raised her head proudly, looked around, saw all the stupid faces staring at her, and finally sneered with extreme disdain.

"Solomon, wise, great, omniscient king, just listen. Continue to listen to the praises of the world and enjoy the admiration of the world."

"After death, go to your heaven to meet your god. Wait until then—even if you die, it is impossible to see him again!"

"I……"

These words mercilessly pierced the wound in his heart that could not heal, Solomon's face turned pale.

Can't see "him".

Yes, even if he died, he would not be able to see that person.

This is the most painful and terrifying curse for him.

After laughing at this stupid and innocent man to her heart's content, the witch did not intend to take revenge, nor did she intend to leave.

She was surrounded by pitch-black flames, and she chose the same method as when the king left in front of the frozen Solomon, and she was reduced to ashes in front of all the believers of God!

"I'm going to hell now, to accompany my king! Hahaha, hahahahahahaha——"

These are the last words left by the witch.

Burnt to nothing, not even ashes left.

The only thing that was still on the ground was the pair of earrings that the witch threw at Solomon before, and finally fell at Solomon's feet and rolled off the edge of the steps....

It was the pair of presents that Solomon had given her many years ago.

"king……"

"king……"

Solomon sat stiffly in his throne, no matter how many voices sounded around him.

In the huge hall, soon, he was the only one left.

Solomon sat there all night.

He stared at the pair of earrings stagnant on the bottom step, unable to move for a long while, let alone speak.

After a long time, he finally moved.Go down step by step and pick up the pair of earrings.

The gem used as a pendant was broken into a few small pieces that were almost impossible to pick up during the collision. He wanted to put the gem back together, but even with magic, he couldn't succeed.

Solomon sat back down again.

Grabbing the gift abandoned by the owner, he remembered that the earrings were not really chosen by him.It was something Eric had asked him to casually point out with his eyes closed, using the old method.

He remembered.

"Antasya... my sister."

and also.

"Eric."

"Eric."

"E... Rick... ah."

The king, who seemed to have it all, but lost everything he had once had, covered his face with his hands.

He wept silently.