In the morning--
When she wakes up, her neatly cropped silvery white hair is reflected in her vision.
Her sleeping face is innocent, and even though her appearance is different, there is still a remnant of the sister I saw in my dream somewhere.
''I still don't feel it, but I'm sorry if I forgot, even though I told you to definitely come see me.
I mutter to myself and gently stroke Arcana's head.
Even though I don't have any memories, she certainly came to me.
Somewhere in the corner of my mind, in the corner of my roots, did she remember that promise?
Letting out a small voice, Arcana opens her eyes.
Her golden eyes turned vaguely to my face.
Arcana said to me.
'What's that for?'
You helped me sleep last night.
Arcana stood up and drew a magic circle on herself.
Her body was engulfed in light and clothed in clothing.
I raise myself up and get off the bed as well, and do the same, putting on my demon king's garb.
'You had a dream, didn't you?'
I saw it.
Do you think you were born again as a god after that?
Still, Arcana pondered.
Her expression seemed to have sunk slightly.
''........Even if you use the magic of , a demon race will not be reborn as a god.''
You're right. It's impossible for me to reincarnate as a god now. Nevertheless, the Arcana in my dream was once swallowed by the dragon's womb, and her roots had become abnormal. From the beginning, she was targeted by the dragon........did you say dragon core? It wasn't a normal existence, it seems. It's not as if it's not possible.
But if so, it would be the result of a number of miraculous coincidences.
It is too early to assert that this was indeed the case.
'Pope Gorloana called me Militia,'
If that's true, then you came to see me two thousand years ago.
'I still don't know if it's true......................'
Arcana says anxiously.
'Shall we find out?'
...Is there a way?
"If I had a way to find out if you were Militia. It won't bring back your memories. If you're prepared to find out halfway through, it's worth a try.
"...to make sure... that I'm not...
He muttered, and then Arcana shook her head.
'I want to make sure.'
Clearly, Arcana reiterated.
'Let's give it a try.'
He uttered that and left the bedroom. I leave the room on that foot.
Arcana is following alongside me.
While climbing the stairs, I send a thought transmission to Misha and the others.
''Today's Grand Demon Training is cancelled. I'm going to Gaerajesta. After you have prepared yourselves, come to the training grounds of the Demon King's Castle.
After a few moments, I saw a double door in front of me.
When I opened it, I found myself in a very large room.
It is a training ground.
It is structured to withstand magic and magic swords of a decent size.
As I walked out to the center, I turned to Arcana.
''Origin magic can't affect the origin itself that borrowed the magic power. If I unleash origin magic with the creation god Militia as the origin, it will make it clear whether you are Militia or not.
Would a god who had abandoned his name have any effect at all?
'That is the difficulty. You have lost the name of God, and even if you were once Militia, you may not be considered completely identical now. It may affect you. But the fact that you can use the Moon of Creation does not mean that the connection is completely broken.
Do you make a judgment based on the degree of influence of the origin magic?
I nodded. "The magic that can be used depends on the object of origin. I'm sure you'll be able to find a lot of good reasons for this. I'm sorry to say that I can only release offensive magic.
Simply put, the borrowed magic power turns into a runaway state.
You twist it down with all your strength and release it.
''It's okay. Just do what you want.
Arcana moves a little further away from me.
Then, without using anti-magic, I exposed myself to it.
I draw a magic circle, originating from the creator god Militia.
Jet-black lightning crackles with a bang and wraps around my right arm.
Origin magic .
The black lightning light that is swelling up enormously covers the training grounds with a violent thunderclap.
In the next moment, the jet-black lightning, which had grown far beyond my expectations, erupted into an outburst that blew away the training grounds.
The atmosphere clears with a giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling.
Arcana was unharmed as he held it down just in time.
'What's going on?'
Curiously, Arcana turned her gaze to me.
'Hmm. Looks like I failed.
Origin magic is difficult to control if you don't know exactly what the originating being is.
I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any of them.
It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
＜A good example is the Egil Groene Angdroa.
By letting the magic power of the God of Creation and Destruction that originated with it run amok without limit, it conversely aims to stabilize the situation.
However, reducing the power to the Demon Black Thunder Emperor (Jilasd) would require the meticulous control of magical power, and it would be extremely difficult to stabilize it. Even so, as long as one knew the origins of the Militia correctly, there should have been no problems.
The proof is that it was possible two thousand years ago.
In other words--.
''Well I guess you're forgetting something, or misremembering something...''
You mean the Creator?
Yes. We can't tell if you're Militia or not under these conditions.
Arcana held her tongue for a moment, then said.
I can't help it.
'It's a harvest to find out that there's a discrepancy between the Militia I remember and the reality I remember, but...'
But what are we forgetting?
You've forgotten, but I have no idea.
"Find the trace gods, and I'm sure you'll remember.
Do you know where he is?
I don't know.
But it hasn't died out, either.
There must be a way to find it.
"Oh my God, what's that? I'm a wreck...?
Sasha says as she walks into the training grounds.
Misha was nodding her head next to me.
'Here you go, I'm ready to go whenever you are.
I'm ... ready...
Eleanor and Zesia said.
Behind them, Ray and Misa are also there.
'I hope we can discuss this quietly,'
''Haha, well... it's kind of troubling that I don't feel like that at all, but...''
A thumping sound of a cane is heard.
'Kakkakkah, but it's all going to be very interesting again. The Curse King and the Dark Lord have come to the depths of the earth. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Erdmade says, amusedly.
'Sword swallow, sword swallow, sword swallow. Don't you think so, Dr. Singh?'
I think it's one thing. It's just stupid.
Singh, who was next to him, said.
'Yes, yes, yes, it's silly. That's why it's interesting. You can't stand against the Demon King if you're smart!'
At the words of subtle rebellion, Erdmeade clutches his throat and has difficulty breathing.
You know, Anos Voldigord. I suppose you have enough of a partner to gather your own people, don't you?
They say this demon Cerise is my father. Be careful.
Eldmead's lips twisted up in delight.
'Well, flesh and blood or not, it doesn't matter. The question is, what is that man up to? I had a dream with Arcana last night, and I had some crazy ideas about the standards of right and wrong.
On top of that, he has enough magical power to join hands with the Underworld King and the Curse King and destroy the trace god.
'He is of Gadeisiola. You know all about the God of the Unholy Trinity and the God of Disobedience.
Sasha's expression turned grim, and Misha squeezed her hand.
Pointing at the two of them, Cerise dismissed them as the disobedient god Genudunub.
'I'll listen to you for now. If you are foolish, I will destroy you there.'
I don't think I'll get a straight answer by asking, but it's true that there was something about the dream that was incomprehensible.
We'll have to be sure.
I draw a magic circle of .
Seeing this, we all draw a magic circle of transference.
I use my magic and we shift.
The next moment when our vision turned white, the divine school Averast Anzeta appeared in front of us.
When Arcana holds out her hand, its main gate is opened.
We enter and walk straight to the center of Aebelast Anzeta.
We go through the aisle and open the door.
It was a circular space.
It was the Holy Seated Room, with eight evenly distributed seating arrangements.
'Hey, you're here.'
Celis was waiting.
Beside him is the Underworld King Yeges, the Cursed King Kaihiram.
At the opening, I throw a few words at Cerys.
'What do you want?'
It's hard to put into words, but yes.
With a good-natured look on his face he said plainly.
'For now, I'm going to destroy Geordal today.