A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius - Chapter 360



360 – For Our Love

Fall.

Falling from the sky to the ground, I slowly regained consciousness.

Is it squeezing out the last remaining vitality?

Or is there some miracle in the blood of Gibraltar that I don’t know about?

Miracle of the Golden Dragon?

Coming now?

Even though they cut down the golden hourglass that symbolizes the miracle of the golden dragon?

“Right?”

Ah.

Maybe this is an insult.

It may be the Golden Dragon’s curse that destroys the dragon’s relic and gives Nostrum another chance.

“Why? Because I came out?”

Astasia, whose dress is covered in blood, falls with me.

It falls endlessly with me, blood flying backwards, just as it was in the form I cut down.

“Oh my. “What are you thinking now?”

I don’t think much about it.

I just thought that the woman I fell in love with was beautiful even when she was dying like this.

“That love has already passed on to Astasia in real life. Now she says that when she no longer loves me.”

So I cut it.

Astasia before returning was a trauma to me.

“Hmm, it’s a little unpleasant. I never thought the man I loved so much would be taken away.”

Astasia folds her arms and tilts her head.

“Grey.”

Astasia asks.

“The final blow to the emperor. “What did you expect?”

Ask yourself.

The results came out, but I still haven’t received a clear answer from the emperor.

“You really didn’t risk your life to fight because you thought the emperor would kill you, right?”

I did think that way.

Could it be that the emperor created this stage because he wanted me to kill him?

I also had a suspicion or expectation that Gray Gibraltar wanted all of humanity to know that he killed Habsburg von Tersian.

“How was it when you fought in person?”

I couldn’t say it wasn’t there.

But he had no intention of going into the grave himself.

Just like his father before his return to the execution platform and sticking out his head to the Emperor of Unification, he had no intention of dying.

“So, how does it feel?”

I did my best.

I used all the skills I could, I used all my strength.

From the emperor’s perspective, how will they try to attack me?

How will the emperor try to persuade me when he reaches this position?

“Do you think you won as a sword, or do you think you won as a human?”

I don’t know.

In my head, I would like to think that I won through understanding and analyzing humans, but in my heart, I would like to think that I won with the sword.

“You took revenge on the emperor who defeated your father with a sword?”

Well, there can be such filial piety.

But, what is the use of it all now?

In the end, the emperor is dead, and I am dying too.

“Hmm, that’s difficult. If I die.”

Somewhere, the voices seem to overlap.

“There is someone who is calling you so desperately, but wouldn’t it be troublesome if he were to die already?”

From somewhere, I hear a voice.

“Grey.”

It’s Astasia’s voice.

“No matter what happens in reality, live. Promise.”

I feel warmth in the hand holding my face.

My body no longer falls, but stops in midair.

“Did you think it was a curse, or did you think it was a promise?”

I thought it was both, but now I think it is neither.

“Oh my, why?”

“Because I love you.”

Astasia laughs bitterly.

“I think I said that because I love you and hope that you will continue to live up to my share.”

“Then, what should I do?”

“I will live.”

“Even though my heart was pierced?”

If there is a hole in your heart, wouldn’t it be okay to live by filling that hole?

“What are you going to fill it with?”

“Well, you?”

“Fuha.”

Astasia smiles and touches her lips.

Grandpa.

Warm warmth penetrating into your mouth.

The heat coming in at the same time.

“It’s time to wake up, Sleepy Prince.”

“…”

“You will never see her again. Instead, please love her as much as she is in reality.”

The gray world disperses, and Astasia’s expression overlaps.

“Gray, gray!!”

“Now, truly goodbye.”

From a bitter smile to a desperate look.

“Grey…?”

And, with joy.

“…Astasia.”

Sensation returns to the whole body.

There was still no feeling in her arms or heart, and no matter how much will she exerted, her body she couldn’t move, but one thing was clear.

“This is…”

Gooo.

The wind blows.

When I saw Astasia’s hair blowing, I knew it was the wind blowing from afar.

“Grey.”

Ah.

“…Astasia.”

Reaching out with her free hand, she touches Astasia’s face.

Even though her red blood still stains her face, Astasia just smiles and nods her head with tears in her eyes.

“I barely caught the sleeping prince in the sky, but you know he would have died if it weren’t for me, right?”

“…I see.”

The sweet scent that fills her mouth.

“Concentrate. Suppress it with mana. I barely saved myself from falling, but if I die like this with a hole in my heart, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life.”

“…Usually dies.”

“You are not ordinary.”

“…I’ll try not to die, so can I close my eyes for a moment?”

“Uh, Gray?!”

“It’s okay.”

It’s not like you can sleep intoxicated by the scent of silver.

Since there is no longer a being tormenting me in the created nightmare, I can sleep in a safer and more comfortable place than anyone else.

Since Astasia’s death, every day until now.

Freed from the dream of asking Zen questions and asking questions every night, and longing for answers, you can sleep in the purest sense of the word.

“When I wake up, I hope I wake up a little further away.”

In Astasia’s arms.

“I know a good place.”

“Grey.”

“There is a sunny place in the elf forest, cluck.”

“Stop playing around!”

Wow.

“Come to your senses, Gray! You can’t die like this!”

“…”

I tried to make a little joke to ease the tension, but it didn’t work either.

“…Astasia.”

I held Astasia’s her shoulder her her her, lowering her voice her her seriously.

“Right now…I have to hide myself.”

“…”

“The Habsburg Emperor is dead. And…”

Goo goo goo.

From afar, a strange sound is heard.

Not only is the wind blowing harshly, the ground rumbles as if the entire Nostrum is vibrating.

“aaah…?!”

“You fell. The flying imperial palace.”

Habsberg’s flying imperial palace, Greiberg, crashed.

It was probably thrown straight towards the Nostrum Palace in the royal capital, Toledo.

Otherwise, it would have slid across the ground and created a straight road in the exact center of the Nostrum capital.

“The Habsburg emperor who put the world in danger is dead. The one who defeated him must have been Gray Gibraltar.”

“…”

Slowly, the more I talk, the more my senses come back.

“This guy… With the help of the flying dragon, flew towards the Sky Castle and defeated the emperor.”

Purr.

I can also feel what is fluttering beneath me.

It still barely flaps its wings as if it is tired, but it is overflowing with deep vitality as it flaps its wings while carrying two people.

It’s as if I’m flying so hard, so I should cheer up.

If the dragon is flapping its wings like this, how can it possibly die?

“Astacia.”

Put your hand down, put your hand on my heart.

“The world doesn’t need heroes.”

“…Yes.”

“All that is needed is the will of people to overcome the crisis on their own and a guide to lead those who have lost their way forward.”

Astasia folded one of her hands on top of hers.

Her mana flows from her and flows down my hand, slowly seeing into her cracked area of her.

“People expect a lot from a hero. Now that Nostrum and Gibraltar have suffered near-destruction, people will want a new hero.”

Is it treatment? Is it magic?

Neither.

It is simply a prayer to infuse the power of mana, life force, so that the healing medicine that Astasia gave me by mouth can be at least a little more effective.

“The emperor is dead. The empire will fall into chaos. But until the news spreads, the people of the kingdom will still be in fear and fear.”

“…”

“I don’t want to carry their expectations.”

I am sincere.

“I just want to spend the rest of my life quietly with the person I love.”

“…Even in a forest with nothing?”

“Rather, it’s good. Wouldn’t it be okay to love to your heart’s content without worrying about what others think, and to travel around the world when you want?”

“Everyone will think you’re dead, even your family.”

“They should feel it too.”

This is half sincere.

“The empty space in Gray Gibraltar will one day be filled. Only when you feel the emptiness, sadness, and sometimes anger in that empty space and understand the loss of your family, will you be able to sympathize with the feelings of many people.”

“Still, to my father-“

“I will tell you.”

“…You don’t plan on telling anyone except your family?”

Astasia cried, she smiled mischievously.

“I’m trying to only share it with people who are important to me, people who will keep it secret, people who will understand and hide my departure from the world.”

“Yes. It’s a little early, but that’s the way it is.”

Gray Gibraltar.

“I plan to retire and spend the rest of my life with the person I love.”

Slowly, vitality returns to the body.

“A life where two people build a hut, put a small bed inside it, share the warmth together, and in the morning, cook with vegetables and grains from the farm and eat together.”

“And?”

Sensation returns.

I feel pain from cuts, stabs, and damaged muscles, but the pain actually makes me feel more alive.

“A life where you enjoy tea in the afternoon, disguise yourself and go to the city to buy something to enjoy, and then return to the forest in the evening and spend the night together.”

“And again?”

“…Astasia. Don’t cry.”

I smiled broadly at Astasia.

“When you cry like that, doesn’t it feel like you’re listening to the will of a dying person?”

“…”

“So, I’ll sleep for a bit. Not yet…”

“It’s a promise, Gray.”

I held onto Astasia’s hand tightly.

“Don’t forget what we decided to do together at the beach. You remember, right?”

“…How could I forget?”

Not yet.

“I couldn’t make love with you in earnest.”

There is too much important work left to do to die.

“Astacia.”

You must live.

“I want to live.”

“Then…Are you going to die? “Leaving behind such a pretty bride?”

“No. Of course not.”

You must live, even if it is by force or by creating a miracle.

“Astacia.”

“Yes.”

“…That.”

From noble mtl dot come

I asked, clasping Astasia’s hand

“How many children would you like to have?”

As soon as I asked, Astasia smiled brightly and answered.

“Of course-“

* * *

Imperial calendar, 100 years.

Winter.

The emperor is dead.

The one who killed the emperor, Gray Gibraltar.

After the fall of the royal city of Toledo.

No one saw Gray Gibraltar and Astasia von Tersian.

There are only rumors going around that two similar people were seen somewhere on the continent.

There was even a story going around that a young child was seen holding the hand of a young couple, but Gray Gibraltar has not appeared anywhere in history since then.

That was Gray Gibraltar’s last move recorded in the historical record.

-Gray Gibraltar kills Emperor Habsburg von Tersian.

It is also the final sentence that ends the golden age.

The first sentence of all history books that opens the human era.

The history of Gray Gibraltar has come to an end.

With Astasia von Tersian.