Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 310
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Season 3: Episode 118
“You know the end of this war. You know who will come at the end, and you know how the war will end.”
Spring at the Magic University of was flowing into the classroom through the windowsill.
The scent of spring seeped deep into the classroom, and the scent of new life filled the air everywhere.
The old professor finally said as he closed the thick history book.
“But at the time, we didn’t know. We fought without knowing who was coming or how they would come.”
By fighting, I have continued on that path.
We have fought and prepared the way.
The only prayer they could say was, ‘Please bring this to an end quickly.’ But everyone believed in that.
“Beyond this invisible path, there is an end. In other words, the fight of life, the calling you have received, can be said to be a fight to carry out the will of creation to the end.”
“… … !”
“The era of peace has arrived and the abyss has been destroyed, but I believe that even in this world, there is still the will and calling of creation toward you.”
“… … !”
“So, you too, believe. Believe that there is a calling, and that there is an end to that calling. We also believed, and even though it was an unbelievable time, we believed and believed again, and finally reached it. I sincerely congratulate you on your calling. May you all walk with the light of creation in this peaceful world.”
As we were about to end the class, a student raised his hand. The old professor nodded and took the question.
“I just feel so sorry for the relationship between the two heroes, Camilla and Kaisen. Didn’t they realize each other’s true feelings only when they parted ways?”
The question brought the old professor back to the other side of the war, to a day before the eternal spring bloomed.
– After I completely crossed the horizon of the sword, I realized how much agony and effort went into completing the ten-character diagram that my teacher had taught me…
The great hero Charillion.
Into the memories of the day he was reborn as Eldia Omeq (06) in the North.
– It was a unique method. When she was young, Camilla hated it because she thought it was a shortcut. But after the captain praised her, she went around calling herself a genius.
– Did you really do that?
– Yeah. He calls himself a genius.
Charilion laughed, “Haha.”
It was a dry laugh. It was a cry with a hint of laughter, rather than a laugh, as he looked back on the past.
Charilion looked down at the fragment of Aradmantel’s blade (which was said to have broken off after the final battle with Lucael) on his palm for a long time before saying this.
– You gave me everything for free, but, but… … .
Cut down High Kun Tark.
Cut down Mauna Loa.
He cut down the old king, he cut down the outer universe, he even cut down the old warrior… … The great hero, whose name was perfectly recorded in history, began to sob with his lips pursed.
– How could I, a guy like me, not say even one word to that person like, ‘Thank you, Master’?
Still, just like that day in my childhood.
Just like that day when I committed my first massacre on the first battlefield and realized that Laminea’s death could never be undone.
– Kaisen, if Camilla were here, she wouldn’t have said that. No, if it were her personality, she would have grabbed your head and slapped you for being annoying.
Before the ‘Red Summer’ began, Camilla… … seemed to be slowly growing weary of walking on the spiral of slaughter.
It seemed like he had given up on life.
Now it seemed as if all he wanted to do was fight, fight, and fight to the death. As if life itself was suffering.
– That’s how Camilla met you, Kaisen.
From that moment on, from that moment of meeting, Camilla began to cherish life again.
In a fight where he would unleash his full power and overwhelm anyone he faced, he began to focus on fighting while conserving his strength with the experience he had accumulated over his years on the battlefield.
Camilla seemed to enjoy teaching Kaisen. She was more talkative than before, and even had moments when she smiled, although only occasionally.
– At the time, I didn’t know why… …because I didn’t know you were the captain’s son.
Even now, there is one memory that remains vivid to this very moment.
It was Camilla’s ultimate development.
Even reducing her sleep time, Camilla began to develop a new system that started and ended with the beginning.
The memory of the sword called Jeolwon.
That memory is engraved on the Holy Sword and passed on to the next successor. Of course, that is, if he or she has sufficient qualifications and skills to do so.
Camilla thought.
How Kaisen, who cannot use the orthodox method of the Ten Characters, can reach the temple.
– I think the answer will come out if we try to imitate Lady Vinessa’s prayer well… … .
And in the year when he was about to die after completing his mission, he finally completed the new temple, and Camilla was very satisfied with the subsonic tragedy and muttered this.
– I hope that guy is satisfied.
The old professor, who was reading a book next to him, just gaped in amazement as he arbitrarily joined in the development process.
I doubted my ears.
I remember the moment I realized that there was nothing wrong with my hearing, I burst out laughing, and then Camilla got upset.
– What is it, Inma? Why are you laughing all of a sudden?
What the heck, this guy… … .
Were you so focused that you didn’t even realize you were talking to yourself?
– No, it’s nothing.
And that passion and sincerity was clearly passed on to Kaisen, who ended up defeating Lucasel.
– In the process you mentioned, I didn’t do anything, did I? … .
– No, Kaisen. You were always by Camilla’s side. In that terrible summer, you stayed by her side, and you kept, kept, kept, never gave up… … .
– That’s for my revenge─
– ─The book says that when you become a parent, you come to understand your parents’ hearts. While teaching you, Camilla came to understand the heart of the headmaster who taught her.
Again, I was able to recall the memories of that day.
That fool who was living because he couldn’t die, started thinking about living again… … .
So at the last moment… … .
like that…….
Just like when I was a child, I could die with a bright, transparent, clear smile… … .
– So from now on, don’t say that or think that. You, Kaisen, are the light that Camilla found at the end of her mission.
thank you…….
Really, thank you, Kaisen… … .
That summer day, like that, you came to my friend as light… … You shed light on the heart of that fool who was sinking into darkness… … .
“And Kaisen… … no, Charilion also died with the same smile as Camilla in his final moments.”
Even though they were priests, John had always wondered how they could resemble each other even down to their last smile.
I couldn’t ask that question.
Because all those who could have asked that question and resolved it have completed their missions and ascended to the other side, to heaven, not here.
“You all know the history that followed. The ‘Red Summer’ ended and the Creation Calendar began. This is the end of the Creation Calendar, and the last war. And I hope that it will become the last war of humanity and be forgotten in the future.”
If those two were alive and here now, what would they say?
Live happily.
Did you say that because we did everything we could?
“Humans, bound by mortality, live only to see the moment.”
“… … !”
“No one can see eternity, so they cannot see the whole. Isn’t it because of those who, despite being unable to see, live in the moment and give their all, that the history of creation was able to be completed in the end?”
“… … !”
“Now, all the values of this world belong to you who will convey the providence of creation through magic in this new era.”
The old professor picked up the glasses he had placed on the table.
His hands, which were nearly a hundred years old and had lost their grip strength, trembled even under the weight of his glasses.
“This is the end of my lecture. I would like to say that I am truly happy to be able to share the last lecture of my life with you.”
When the class president stood up and shouted, “Stand up!”, the students of the Magic University also straightened their backs.
But the atmosphere was different than usual.
The class president’s greeting was not a bow, but a military-style salute, and the other cadets followed suit, clumsily but enthusiastically.
“Thank you, Professor Yohan, for not giving up and protecting this world even after losing all the people you loved. I will cherish and nurture this spring that you have given me with your blood, sweat, and tears, and pass it on to the next generation.”
Was it just a coincidence that those pure eyes, that cheerful voice, and the image of a friend who had died long ago were woven into them?
That guy saluted like that too.
Her saluting posture was straight, her voice was clear, and her expression was lovely… …which embarrassed many adults, even Vinessa Alter Renault.
John’s eyes became slightly wet.
I hoped the old glasses would reflect the sunlight and hide the moisture.
Long ago, from childhood to youth, he received the salute with the dignity and grace that were engraved in his body as he had done it over and over again.
“I hope you all live well in this happy world. That’s enough of a thank you. Those fools would say the same thing.”
Epilogue of the prequel,
I will become a warrior like you (Complete)
[, the train bound for the golden city will be departing soon. Passengers, please check your ticket and follow the instructions of the crew… … .]
John boarded the tram, wearing his teacher’s robe and leaning on a cane.
Halbaron, the master of all weapons who analyzed the technological prowess of , gave the era of electricity to this land before he died of old age.
The movement of the electric train, which was lit by electricity and cut through the mountains with electricity, was faster than a steam locomotive, but was also warmer and quieter.
John climbed into the third-class cabin.
A woman sat across from him with her young son. The boy tilted his head at John.
“I should say hello, hello.”
“Hello?”
The child’s voice was clear and innocent as he followed the woman’s words, so John smiled and gave her something to snack on.
No one recognized John.
He’s just an eccentric old man wearing anachronistic wizard robes that are so worn-out that they smell faintly of mold.
John was satisfied with that.
He was the last remnant of an old era, an era when blood flowed, wetting the mountains and rivers and forming rivers that flowed to the sea.
There was no bloodshed in this era.
That’s why I was satisfied with my own forgetfulness and bloodlessness.
Now, the darkness of the old era must be forgotten. It must become an era that does not need any warriors or heroes.
Beyond the car window, which cut across the mountain range with a quiet rhythm, the mountain peaks were yellow and soot-colored under the warm sky.
Suddenly, out of the blue, out of nowhere.
An illusion of mountains and rivers burning and melting in lava and blackened by volcanic ash covered it, but fortunately it disappeared when I rubbed my eyes.
John breathed a sigh of relief.
The mother and child on the other side got off at a station in the northern part of the Kalna Peninsula. When they got off, the child bowed to them.
“Goodbye.”
“You should say, ‘I’m here at this time.’”
“Goodbye.”
John smiled and waved his hand, sending off his hat.
“Goodbye” would have been the most appropriate greeting… … Children really do have a sense that adults don’t have, thought Johan as he got off at .
The golden city, where even the Gwangryong, the Five Pillars Cardinal, and the Yellow Dragon who presided over the golden age were gone, was left with only a high and blue sky.
Now all traces of the fight are… … .
The warrior’s sword, the purpose…
Disappearing into the back alleys of history… … .
The Papal Palace, which stretched beyond the clouds of the sky and communicated with creation, was destroyed on the day of the fall of the city, and now only the first and second floors remain. The square was bustling with tourists from all over the country.
John headed to the port.
I bought a ticket for a merchant ship at the port and arrived at the blue city of Tervenople. On a cliff overlooking the distant sea, there was a statue of the warrior party of Liam.
“Wow, it’s so big by itself! Is that Charrilion?”
“Mom, how can a person be that big? He’s not a giant!”
“It’s all exaggerated. But it’s true that he is a hero who saved the world. Now, let’s say a prayer of thanks.”
People who came to see the statue of the warrior party held each other’s hands and prayed toward the statue and the monument to the martyrs.
Later on… … .
When the horrors of war are completely forgotten, such prayers will disappear, but we will be even happier when that moment comes.
It means looking for and missing a warrior.
Because their fight would be in vain, and the world would once again be in chaos.
‘Kaisen, don’t you think so too? That must be why you died laughing like that.’
John looked up at the monument to the dead, at the single line of letters engraved on the asbestos surface, “Charillion,” from daytime until late at night, and then knelt down in front of it.
To be exact… … .
In front of the place where Camilla was buried… … .
Now it was flat and the terrain was no different from other areas, but John never forgot it and wrote it down here and there in case he forgot.
In front of the grave, azalea flowers were in full bloom. The great hero’s will was to plant azalea flowers on the grave when eternal spring blooms.
The azalea flowers gathered from all over the world were embracing the spring colors of each place and each emitting their own fragrance.
John, looking at the flower, smiled broadly.
“Camilla, my goodness, it really feels like spring has come.”
Just one person.
One person, all my life.
It was a love that could not come true, but to remember that love.
“I’ve lived until now because I had to do what I had to do as the person left behind… … but I started to get greedy.”
John cherished that love all his life and never dated any other woman.
That teaching was also received from my dear teacher.
Delfred Wolf Vlado kept his love a secret all his life, and even until the day he died. But he loved only one woman.
John saw it and learned from it.
And as the same adult, and as the same wizard, I was able to witness the end of this war. So, is the wish I had at the end also the same?
A disciple is someone who resembles his teacher.
So, Kaisen must have lived the same life as Camilla, and beyond Camilla, the captain.
“I wish I could have grown old with you in this era.”
As the spring moonlight poured down, the old archmage closed his eyes peacefully after saying those words… … .
in the end…….
The ‘Great Wizard of Snowflakes’, who had reached the end of his life, was smiling just like his friend who had died first…
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Suddenly the sounds of the world stopped.
The cold, fleeting chill of death seemed to take over my entire body, but then my vision opened into a warm warmth.
‘no……?’
John was sitting in the theater, a place he had longed for his entire life.
Yet, before summer began in the world, before the Master passed away, it was the theater where I went to see the play of the Lista Party with the director, the Master, and Camilla.
But it was different.
A lot had changed. Sitting in the audience was only me, back when I was a child.
And on the stage where the curtain was drawn, it was not ‘Great Wizard Lin’ who died in the arms of his comrades, but ‘Great Wizard Yohan’ who died kneeling in front of the monument to the dead souls, that is, himself.
“Haam… … This is seriously not fun at all, and the script is so fucking long that I thought I would fall asleep trying to keep up. Who wrote the script? Please thank me in person because I slept so well.”
“Master, your words are a bit harsh.”
“You’re fucking around. You wanna fuck me, you punk? You were the one sleeping the whole time, right? You son of a bitch. I woke you up just in time for you to wake up while you were drooling.”
“Ahem.”
Suddenly, the moisture in my eyes felt heavy.
That voice, that voice that I had missed so much from the day I left until today, when I died, rippled and shook widely.
Even though I had clearly returned to my childhood body, it took an enormous amount of time and effort to just turn my head to the source of the voice.
“Hey, you know I’ve been waiting for a long time? Let’s go. Everyone’s waiting outside.”
Unable to make any sound, I just nodded. Led by my friend’s hand, I left the slowly darkening theater behind and headed outside.
What everyone is waiting for.
Hazy, cozy, distant… …into the embrace of the primordial light.
Season 3, ‘Prequel: Black Summer’ Complete