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Side Story Chapter 188

What is it that you want to say?

Do you want to come with me? Joshua offered.

Creshua blinked at him in surprise.

Our parents mean a lot to us humans, Joshua continued. Im not sure if dragons feel the same, but one thing is certain.

What is it?

You wouldnt be in this world without Crevasse.

Should I be grateful for the fact that he brought me into this world? I dont find my life in this world to be such a blessing, Creshua answered in a dull voice.

Lilith was dumbstruck. What is his problem?

-Well, hes not that bad. Some dragons do consider their life to be a curse.

A curse? Why?

-Humans live less than one hundred years, but dragons have to endure ten thousand years.

Yes, the word endure would be the most apt description for a dragons existence. Eventually, everything in their lives would bore them because they had already done them. They transformed into the lesser creatures they treated like dirt to squeeze some entertainment out of their lives. Nevertheless, their remaining time in this world was close to an eternity, so they slept away hundreds of years too. Joshua was certain that one of the most unfortunate races on the continent was the dragons.

-Perhaps the reason why the dragons faced extinction from a single human is because they didnt fight back with their full strength. Theres no way that they would have failed to defeat Bel if all of the dragons fought against him together.

Then why did they keep living until now? They could have killed themselves, Lilith muttered.

-By nature, Dragons cant commit suicide. Those creatures believed that theyd transcend and become gods after enduring their divine curse of ten thousand years. Suicide is equivalent to a declaration of surrender.

Which would be an unthinkable act for them, considering their pride. But then, they could have joined forces to become gods

-Every single dragon cooperating to defeat one human and become gods? Thats preposterous.

No matter how hard Lilith thought about it, she couldnt understand dragons and their pride.

But, Creshua began, breaking the silence.

Joshua looked up expectantly.

Im very curious about you because most of the stories I heard once I was born were about this man named Joshua Sanders.

Crevasse talked about me that much?

Among humansno, among all creation, youre the only one he approved of, Creshua replied.

Joshua fell silent. He hadnt expected Crevasse to think that highly of him.

On the same note, the only one whom he respected was the dragon lord Unfortunately, she couldnt escape from death, so the race that Im most curious about right now is humans, especially you and that man named Bel. Thats why Creshua looked at Crevasse and trailed off. Ill go with you.

Im glad to hear that. Im sure that Crevasse is happy up in the sky.

I dont think this is a good thing for you. If you or this Bel fails to live up to my expectations, then Im going kill every one of you myself, Creshua said.

Joshua quietly examined Creshua. Although the dragon hatchling still looked emotionless, Joshua could tell what Creshua was feeling right now. Once again, Creshuas warning was made out of pride. He wanted to bury the emotions he was feeling because his dragon heritage told him that such things were for lesser beings.

However, humans werent the only ones who felt angry or sad. Even monsters wailed at the loss of their parents or babies. Creshua wished to retaliate against humankind for the deaths of his fellow dragons and his father.

Creshua stepped on Tshcharys stony core, reducing it to dust, and then took to the air.

Lets get going. I want to see this sun that supposedly hangs in the sky.

* * *

After who knew how long had passed, Kireua finally opened his eyes.

Sersiarin, who had been personally tending to him, beamed. Kireua!

Huh? How long have I been asleep?

Youve slept through half a day. I was getting worried about you

H-Half a day? Kireua leaped to his feet. He remembered little by little how he had lost control of his body to Aden von Agnus, the Dark God.

What kind of failure is this Kireua was so ashamed that he felt like he was going to go crazy. After everything he had gone through to find the Emperor of Avalons secret vault!

Its fine. Sersiarin calmly shook her head. I heard that things on the battlefield got a lot better thanks to you.

Kireua may have lost his body, but he remembered everything vividly. With the Emperor of Avalons undead legion, Avalon could even the odds, but Kireua couldnt afford to be sitting around on his own.

Coal.

The Sin didnt answer him.

Answer me, now!

He didnt get any response back from Coal. That worried him tremendouslythe thing was supposed to be inside of him. But he had no time to linger on it.

Ive got to get back to the battlefield.

Kireua.

Yes?

Dont be dispirited. Youre doing a good job. Sersiarin patted Kireuas back.

Kireuas eyes widened.

Sersiarin had been born with a supernatural ability known as Eyes of Truth, but the cursed ability had taken away her eyesight. After she had recovered from the curse and regained her eyesight, she had lost the ability completely, but she saw exactly what Kireua was going through.

Im proud of both of my nephews. No matter who becomes the next Emperor of Avalon, all of Avalons people will cheer for you. I will always root for you, my prince. Sersiarin smiled gently and held her fists up encouragingly.

Kireua nodded with fresh determination.

Ill do my best to restore peace in Avalon.

* * *

A huge dullahans upper body was severed from its lower half by a saber and collapsed to the ground.

I cant cut through with one strike if I dont use aura. And if I dont kill them with one strike, they get back up and hit back Indeed, dealing with monsters that dont get tired is quite a problem. Duke Tremblin, the Sword Emperor, wiped sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand.

Even he looked quite tired. It had already been over a day since the battle began. Tremblin might have surpassed the level of an ordinary human, but even he didnt have the stamina to endure nonstop combat. Selim, the greatest genius on the continent, was equally weary.

Selim stabbed through a black trolls neck and then stopped, panting. A hundred? No, he had killed several hundred monsters and undead, enough to build a small mountain with their corpses. Even his brave Black Knights were showing their fatigue. If it hadnt been for the undead that Kireua had brought, Selim and the others would have already been pushed back to the castle gates.

How long are you going to sleep, Kireua?

The devastation on the battlefield had made the soldiers morale hit rock bottom long ago. They were going to pass out from exhaustion before the gates were breached. No, the soldiers were already exhausted. Something had to change.

These annoying undead! When will we be rid of them?!

More monsters are coming! Maybe all the monsters living in the northern mountains came crawling over here.

Shit! His Majesty would have wiped them all away with his spear!

Selim bite his lip. The soldiers complaints made him realize that he still had a long way to go. He wasnt strong enough to replace the Emperor of Avalon with combat prowess, as the peoples anchor, or in any other aspect. It didnt matter that Selim was standing on the frontlines with them, cutting down their enemies.

Im no better than Kireua.

At least Kireua had brought hope to the battlefield by locating the Emperors undead legion.

At this rate Selim trailed off.

Your Highness! Go back and take a break. You cant continue fighting for days without food or sleep.

I cant do that.

But, Your Highness! one of the Black Knights yelled.

Selim was determined.

Theres a high chance that the soldiers morale will falter if I leave the battlefield.

Then Ill fill in for you, Your Highness.

This is a job that only I can do.

Your Highness!

Enough! Selim roared, slamming the end of his spear on the ground. What are you worried about? Im Selim Sanders, the Martial Gods son!

A solemn air settled over the battlefield. Everyone there knew that Selim remained on the frontlines by his willpower alone, so the Black Knight knew that any further protests would be an insult to the Prince.

Black Knights, listen! His Highness has declared that he will fight to the death. Not one of us will yield while the prince still fights!

For the Prince!

The lives of our families and the citizens of Arcardia are in our hands!

All of the Black Knights lifted their swords with a new resolve. The strongest knights in Avalon should never retreat, much less be defeated!

As if the heavens were moved by their determination, the empty sky flickered crimson.

Wait. Red light?

The Black Knights gasped as a ray of red light streaked into the center of the undead.

Is that? Th-Thats His Majestys spear!

From out of nowhere, the battlefield had been graced with the presence of Longin, the spear of the god slayer.