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Chapter 394 When the Past Catches Up with the Present

Even after four thousand years, when the Demon King stands before her grave, she will remember the twilight on which she received her name.

Even when she had just regained consciousness and was talking to Roland for the first time, there were still vague fragments of memory in her soul.

Not to mention nowadays.

Previously hazy memories have now fully reappeared in her mind.

At that time, she was just a weak demon who could only beg for food on the street, rummage through garbage dumps, and catch small prey in the wild by using traps.

Yes, weak...

Throughout history, there have always been those who speculate about her specific race.

They are not of the royal race, nor even of any race with any reputation.

It was as if they were a race that appeared out of nowhere. Apart from their large horns and long lifespans, they seemed no different from ordinary humans.

If it weren't for the fact that those large horns could serve as magic storage units to some extent, it would be practically a useless organ.

It is neither sturdy nor sharp.

It's like a mere decoration.

And that was indeed the case... At least in Sindura's own memory, she had never seen her own kind.

Not only are parents scarce, but even their own kind are pitifully few.

When she first opened her eyes, she wasn't even in Enwa.

Rather, it was near a city-state of the ancient human empire, which at that time had not yet disintegrated and was so powerful that it ruled over almost the entire continent.

Sindura was still grateful to fate.

At least... if I had been born in Enwa, I probably would have frozen to death long ago.
It was only in the warm environment of the south that she was able to maintain her vital signs with great difficulty, relying solely on her will to survive.

She would never forget that evening at dusk, by the lake outside the city.

At that time, she simply went to check, as was her routine, whether the simple traps she had made had caught any prey such as rabbits, pigeons, or wild boars.

In this way, she can at least solve the problem of food for one or several meals without having to risk searching for discarded food on the outskirts of the city.

But that time... she didn't see any prey, only a human male in a white robe.

When I appeared, the human was observing my trap with great interest, looking quite intrigued.

At that moment, she only felt fear and wanted to escape.

And this attempt was bound to fail.

However, she did not encounter any danger.

The human simply used methods she couldn't comprehend at the time to control her movements and then took her back to a small cabin by the lake.

Then he personally started cooking, allowing her to eat cooked food for the first time.

That taste was incomparable to the skinned prey in the forest, or the scraps of meat and bones discarded by humans outside the city.

She ate with relish, even forgetting her surroundings and what had happened not long ago.

Even if she were to die right now, she would be content to have such a delicious meal.

That's what she thought at the time.

But the human didn't say anything, he just smiled and kept adding hot fish soup to her bowl.

Even if it was just a pot of fish soup with a little salt, it was an indescribable delicacy in Sindura's eyes at that time.

……

As Sindura was lost in her memories, a bittersweet smile appeared on her lips.

She thought about her life after that.

That was an incredibly short life in the grand scheme of her long life.

For the next fifty years, the human was like a teacher and her adoptive father, starting by teaching her to read and speak, and then teaching her the mysteries of magic.

They even made a definitive conclusion about her race.

A subspecies of humans mutated due to a chaotic magical environment.

Although they live much longer than humans, they are by no means demons.

She doesn't possess the innate strength and magical affinity of demons; she simply has unimaginable talent and wisdom.

Sindura strongly agreed with this statement.

Just like she said before when Roland wanted to use alchemy to create a body for her, the internal structures of humans and demons are fundamentally different.

Although her micro-source structure is very similar to that of the demon race, strictly speaking, it is different from the structure of any demon race.

Russell didn't realize this.

Although it doesn't affect the fact that the final product she created can be used by the Demon King, it is, after all, just a prosthetic body, not a physical body created by alchemy.

Yes, the Demon King of the Demon Clan... isn't even a demon.

Thinking of this, Sindura laughed, recalling those fifty years of what could only be described as a dull and boring period of schooling.

The human never told her his name, only asking her to call him "teacher".

Over fifty years, he took Sindura on a journey across almost all of humanity's territories. Finally, in the last year of his life, he led her beyond the borders of the human empire to Enva in the far north.

Sindura couldn't remember what her teacher had said to her, only that in her final year, she and he lived in the forest outside Enva.

He imparted his final knowledge to himself, sharing all the knowledge he had gained in his life and his understanding of magic.

The most numerous are spatial magic and almost complete runic magic.

Therefore, she was able to create so many new spatial spells and use rune technology to build the Demon King's castle fortress.

In Sindura's memory, her teacher's face remained young until the very last moment before his death.

It did not age despite the loss of vitality.

If you ignore the fact that he may have only lived for about seventy years, he doesn't look like a human elder who died of old age at all.

Before she died, her teacher asked her to keep a seed and plant it on her grave. She did as she was told.

Today, the giant tree that grew on the grave has reached an unimaginable size.

Thinking of this, Sindura laughed self-deprecatingly.

The teacher with whom he had spent every day, he only learned of his true identity thousands of years later when he launched that massive war.

King of men.

This was his former identity as a teacher.

When you match her features with historical records about humanity, it's hard to describe how she felt at that moment.

However, no matter how complicated her feelings were, they couldn't compare to how she felt at that moment.

Now she understands... why she was willing to trust Roland when they first met.

He even made a deal that puzzled Roland himself.

There are no requirements and no restrictions.

She decisively handed over her two spells.

No wonder... no wonder...

Many things that I couldn't understand before began to become simple and clear after the information was completely aligned.

However, if she had a choice, she really wanted to abandon this physical body and give up the fragments of her soul that Death had sent her.

"..."

Staring at the grave before him, the Demon King took a deep breath and removed the flag from it.

As soon as she completely removed it, the small grave, which had stood for countless years, vanished into faint specks of magical light.

If she doesn't remember, she can continue to pretend she doesn't know, continue to play dumb...

but now……

Sindura, I am about to die... Take this flag and drape it over my grave.

[Until the right moment arrives, when you meet someone who resembles me greatly and whom you can trust, then hand this flag to him.]

Haha, I can't tell. Is there no one who can replace me?

You can't be so definitive about it.

When that day comes... you'll understand what I mean.

After all, our destinies have already been spun to the best possible ending.

Of course, if you never encounter it, then let this flag remain quietly here forever.

[Phew... Looking back now, it really has been a long life.]

I need to rest, kid.

The rest of the journey is yours to walk alone.

I hope you enjoy the rest of your life... whether you're happy or unhappy, successful or unsuccessful, whether it's spectacular or ordinary.

Ultimately, that was the life and path you chose.

Don't regret it...

Sindura touched the tears welling up in her eyes, folded the flag that was beginning to emit faint golden light, and hugged it tightly to her chest.

Standing for a long time before the now-vanished grave, Sindura bowed once more to the empty ground before turning and walking toward Enwa.

Just like she had told Caesar before.

She needs to go and complete her mission.

……

Dream.

Once Roland realized his situation, he quickly assessed his current state.

Roland, who hadn't had such a strange dream in a long time, sighed and then began to activate the Emerald Mirror.

Strangely, despite being in a dream, an environment perfectly suited for casting dream spells, Roland's magic showed no reaction whatsoever.

Only then did Roland begin to observe his surroundings.

Compared to the strange and bizarre environments in his previous dreams, the space he was in now seemed refreshingly serene.

This is a pure white space.

Apart from a small patch of floorboards at Roland's feet, and a table and two chairs on the floor, there was nothing else.

Roland tried to find something other than himself, but to no avail.

Unable to find a way out of the dream, Roland simply pulled out a chair and sat down.

Sure enough, unnecessary things don't appear in dreams for no reason.

After he sat down, images began to appear on the chair opposite him.

It was a little girl with black hair whose face was somewhat blurry, and she seemed to be wearing some decorations on her head.

With the arrival of the little girl, the surrounding empty space began to change.

A simple little house, which looked similar to the cabin he had built outside Riskan, began to appear.

Even the view of the lake outside the window has started to resemble that.

The surrounding environment was still changing, as if it were telling a story.

A man's figure soon appeared, walking around the room with the girl's shadow.

It's like a silent film playing at double speed.

(End of this chapter)