| Author: Himezaki Shiu | Original Source: Syosetu |
| Translator: Jiro | English Source: Re:Library |
| Project GB is an official initiative by Re:Library. |
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“What is this?”
“These are my skills. Skills used to make you keep your promise. And as for you, Your Majesty… you made the wrong choice. Or at least, that’s how it’s going to look from your side. From mine, honestly, I couldn’t care less.”
The King stared at me but remained silent, having experienced my skills firsthand. I could tell he had plenty to say, but for now, he had likely chosen to hear me out. So, I decided to tell him everything. The collapse would take him in the end, regardless.
“What are the spirits?” I asked.
“An infinite Mana generator.”
“That’s your first error. The spirits are the managers of this world.”
“And that’s why we managed it!”
What a convenient interpretation that was. Still, history had plenty of instances where facts had been twisted. Perhaps the true misfortune of this world was that the spirits had endured for so long. I didn’t mean to say it would have been better if they had disappeared immediately. But if they had lost their power early on, the world wouldn’t have become so dependent on them…
Besides, the spirits were victims as well.
What had been the cause of everything? The answer to that was human greed and fear. In a sense, it was God’s fault, but as God’s apostle, I didn’t see it that way. Also, perhaps it was because I was getting used to being a Demigod, but now I could recall the major events that had taken place in the world. However, despite this, the existence of the heroes remained a blur, probably because they weren’t part of this world.
Well, that wasn’t important right now. In the end, I had only one thing I wanted to say.
“Did you really think that you—mere mortal—could manage the world? Did you understand the limits of the spirits? The spirit here was on the verge of extinction.”
“……”
“How can you speak so boldly when you don’t even know the limits of the spirit?”
“Who are you?”
“You could say I’m God’s gofer. My mission is to retrieve the spirits.”
Having him ask the question made it easier to talk. I didn’t know what was going through that stubborn mind of his, but in the end, it wouldn’t change anything.
“Why are you retrieving the spirits?”
“Because the world is collapsing. I was told that if the spirits get caught up in the collapse, it will be quite troublesome to create a new world.”
“So is what happened in Viridis also your doing?”
“Yes.”
“Prove to me that what you say is true. Otherwise, I’ll have no reason to believe you.”
Of course, he wouldn’t just accept my words as the truth. As a king of a kingdom, it wouldn’t do him well to believe such things right off the bat. But I still found him frustratingly stubborn.
“I have no desire to prove it to you. What benefit will that gain me? Let us end the conversation here. Oh yes, one more thing. You boasted about having things under control, and I do admit that you did a somewhat good job at it. But what about now? Surely, you didn’t just use the spirit for blacksmithing.”
“No…”
“Your Majesty, you made the wrong choice. Because of that, this kingdom will fall. History would have remembered you as the worst, and the most foolish king to ever rule, but luckily for you, there will be no world that remembers you at all.”
“Wait!”
“Well then, I wish you a good day.”
Naturally, I had no intention of waiting. I turned and left the royal castle. I wasn’t planning to hide in this kingdom, so I broke down the walls with all my might. I had only struck lightly, yet the entire wall cracked. A Demigod’s power was as impressive as ever. And I was also getting better at controlling it.
“That’s enough.”
“Understood.”
Once we were far enough from the royal city, I asked Lullus to release the hold on the volcano. Suddenly, a plume of black smoke rose from the crater. Then, with a roar that sounded like a gong, a blast, or an explosion, the volcano erupted, sending a towering column of fire into the sky.
The shockwave made my skin tremble. The sheer force of nature was terrifying. If a person had been caught in it, they would have been blown away instantly.
As I absentmindedly marveled at the sheer power of a live eruption, the ground beneath me cracked. The earth split open, magma surged forth, and soon, the royal city of Rubel would be in chaos—but that was no longer my main concern.
“This cracking is quite bad, isn’t it?”
I asked, but Lullus didn’t respond. I turned to her, only to find her eyes wide with shock, as if she had just realized something terrible.
“I-It shouldn’t have started so soon!”
“So this is a sign of world collapse? Be that as it may, Lullus, please calm down.”
“I’m sorry. I lost my composure.”
“We’ll ask God later what happened. Still, Lullus, do you know something about this? That God can be quite loose with his timeframe.”
I made a light remark, and Lullus gave me a dumbfounded look. God was the true boss, after all. He might have been listening to this conversation, wondering if I was truly unafraid of death. It wasn’t that I wanted to die, but I also wasn’t clinging to life.
“I don’t know the details either. This is just an omen, so it’s not like the world will collapse immediately. But from now on, this world will quickly become harder to live in.”
“That doesn’t seem to concern us. And also, this isn’t about the spirits, is it?”
“No, it isn’t. It’s not caused by us. But… this is…”
“What’s wrong?”
Lullus suddenly stiffened, as if she had received some kind of mysterious signal. She clutched his ears with both hands, trying to concentrate.
“Maybe it’s the Spirit of Darkness’ doing. Unlike us, it still seems to have quite a bit of power left.”
“So, some of them cared about the spirits. It’s probably the Nigel Kingdom then1.”
If this was really the case, then I’d have to rethink about what to do from now on.
Footnotes:
- Robinxen: Well, I probably should have expected this. The “evil” and “demonic” race is the only nation that didn’t exploit its spirit into oblivion.



















































































