volume 3 - Chapter 204 – Lighthouse in the dark (1/2)

Brendel pa.s.sed through a warehouse, barracks, and heavily fortified War Room. The pa.s.sageway had led to various defensive sections.

It was an underground fortress that was even more prepared than any of the Kirrlutz Empire’s castles. Even Dwarven or Elven cities could not compare to this final bulwark built against the Twilight Dragon.

Every inch of the walls was fortified with runes and magic crystals. Pillars in the shape of ancient creatures that were built from precious materials held the ceiling up, and the Crystal Circuits on the ground seemed like modern cables supplying electricity to the various areas.

The tiles over the ground in the various chambers, which was polished till it resembled marble, was remarkably free of dust.

When Brendel lit up the area with his magic, he could not help but tremble. This place was all too familiar in its architecture.

His fingers shook as he sat down on one of the chairs and lit the Light Crystal that was embedded on the round table in the War Room.

The first moment he laid eyes on the chair in front of him, he went over to sit on it as though he was hypnotized. He was so exhausted that he went over in a daze. When he sat in the chair, he recalled the surroundings of a similar ancient War Room shortly before he was transported to this world.

“Hey bro, you’re a warrior? We’re lacking a vanguard for the upcoming fight against Madara’s forces.” A youthful voice echoed in Brendel’s ears.

“Sure thing.” Brendel’s smile was dazzling as he muttered under his breath: “Name’s S—”

The youth suddenly stopped himself from uttering the name.

This world was not his home.

This world resembled the game of his past world to a remarkable extent, but even then the game was just a game. He was just connecting to the latter from his home. His past world was a place where he had fun and was free from worries, though there were strong regrets that he wanted to change.

[…… Ah. I see.]

The emotions and stress from the near deaths and excitement were getting to him. For one moment, he wanted to be free from all the responsibilities in this world and simply go back to his former self who simply enjoyed the game.

[I…… am homesick.]

He had been working towards getting Valhalla almost from the time he came to this world. Many people looked up to him in grat.i.tude as he went around Aouine and saved them in the process, but even more looked at him like they wanted nothing more than to tear him apart. There was no one he could truly confide to, and it was simply because he did not belong to this world.

“Boy, I want you to be honest. Are you really a citizen of Aouine?”

Orthlyss suddenly asked.

“What?” Brendel suddenly broke out of his stupor. “What do you mean?”

[This is bad. Did I give away myself? No, how is it possible that she knows that I came from another world? I don’t think I revealed that much.]

“Just look at the others’ reactions,” Orthlyss could not help but express her disbelief at Brendel’s awful denial.

Scarlett and Sifrid were pacing around the War Room with great wonder. The red-haired girl who usually kept to herself was now a kid like Sifrid. Both girls gushed at the murals and statues that were hovered in the air. The murals formed a strategic map of Valhalla, while the statues of soldiers and mounted knights were pieces to represent armies.

There was even a flying dragon that circled around the map.

Mephisto’s eyes glinted with surprise when he saw this sight. Even Orthlyss was completely drawn to it as well, but she soon realized Brendel’s first reaction was to sit on the near War Table and mumble some incomprehensible words.

It was as if he was all familiar with this place.

Almost as if he belonged to the past era where the strong fought difficult battles.

Orthlyss was shaking her head: “An ordinary person’s reaction is completely different from yours. Just look at the girls. Their eyes are glittering with wonder and awe. You look like you have been here countless times. Even if you read the description of this place in history books, shouldn’t you at least express some kind of scholarly reaction to it? Your insight into certain things even seems to surpa.s.s mine. Tell me the truth, are you someone from the Golden Lineage, or the Silver Lineage?”

She was suspecting this point. Why did the Dragon of Darkness give his true Legacy to Brendel?

Brendel showed a stupid face. How did Orthlyss come to this point? He shook his head immediately to deny Orthlyss’s words.

“Of course not. You can trace my origins in Aouine. You clearly know my grandfather, right? Isn’t he the one who possessed the Ring of the Wind Empress?”

“Maybe your family has more secrets than he led me to believe, hmph!” Orthlyss was still puzzled over Brendel’s strange reactions, but his words refuted her thoughts: “Still, it doesn’t matter even if you’re someone from the Golden or Silver Lineage or a descendant from either Lineage. The stronger you are, the more pleased I would be.”

[Becoming a member of the past Lineages? It would mean that I’m straying even further away from the people that around me in this world. I can’t say that I wish for that, though it’s probably a little late with that drop of blood.]

Brendel extinguished the Light Crystal on the War Table and called upon the others to continue moving.

[There are countless things to do in order to save the kingdom. But if the day comes when I am done with everything, should I try to find a way to go back to my original world?]