Tyrant

Before long, it was afternoon. In the late autumn weather, which had become as cold as winter, the sunshine was clear today. The people gathered like clouds welcomed this sunshine and stood under the podium, looking up at me. There were kings, soldiers, heroes, and citizens. I carefully observed each of their faces. “The monster…

Time passed. People who had evacuated began to return, and others from around the world were mobilized and flocked to Crossroad. The kings who fought here directly now felt in their bones that this place was, quite literally, the land where the fate of the world would be decided. Wagons loaded with supplies from various…

Among the gathered heroes and soldiers, and the kings. We all cried and laughed, celebrating victory… and survival. At the same time, we mourned the death of our comrades and the damage sustained at the front. Under the sunlight that dawned once more, we wanted to stay drunk on the joy of victory, but the…

“…Born Hater.” When I called out, the real Ash smiled and called me back. “Dawn Bringar.” “…” I rubbed my arm as I got goosebumps for a moment, and then I murmured cautiously. “No, something about calling each other by titles feels a bit weird.” It was like when people who knew each other online…

I was standing in an empty, pure white space. Having become familiar with the pattern by now, I muttered calmly. “So, this is your mental world.” I turned my head and soon found what I was looking for. In the very center of this white space. There was only one lonely throne. “…” Right in…

Boom! Night Bringer unleashed a colossal magic bombardment, and Ash countered with a magical barrier. The clash of the two transcendents sent out a massive shockwave, and a thick cloud of dust rose. Within the dust cloud, Ash’s clones scattered in all directions in a dizzying array. Normally, the original Night Bringer would have easily…

The ground. South of Crossroad. End of the plains. The last of the resistance forces had been annihilated. The clones summoned by Ash couldn’t withstand the onslaught of the waves of darkness and were swept away. Ash himself, after being slashed repeatedly in front of Night Bringer’s forged night, had fallen. Jörmungandr, unable to endure…

Outside the pitch-dark window, a bright white flash was followed by a dazzling red light. “…!” Verdandi, who was spending a pleasant time with her sisters Urd and Skuld, jumped up. “That light…” As Verdandi urgently tried to leave the oak palace, Skuld grabbed her collar. “Where are you going, sister!” “…” “You’re leaving me…

‘What comes after One Kill?’ A long time ago. After learning the mnemonic for the secret sword technique, [One Kill], from his master. When Nobody asked, his master snorted in disbelief while taking a swig from his bottle. ‘Nothing, you idiot. This is the only swordsmanship I have to teach you in the first place.’…

Alcatraz exploded. And before anyone in La Mancha could react, a figure flew onto the deck of La Mancha, trailing long streams of smoke behind him. It was the Emperor of the Empire, Traha ‘Peacemaker’ Everblack. “Ah!” Then Traha immediately raised his right hand, and the back of his hand shone brightly… the control of…