Vol 1 Prologue (1/2)
Prologue
【Excerpt from the notes of the Council of Elders, Folklore of Dalmatia,
Croatia】
One day, the bad wolf tried to break into the castle of the pig king.
”Wow, it's been a long time since I came to such a splendid place. Lovely
little pigs, please let me enter your castle. I will do nothing bad.”
”No, absolutely not. We will give you anything you want, so please leave,”
the king replied to the wolf, who was begging outside with a coaxing voice.
The wise king knew that the wolf would not keep his promise.
”There is nothing I want. I only wish to enter the castle. If you won't let me
in, I will choose other means, you know?”
”Please stop, please stop! As long as we don't have to let you in, we will do
anything!”
Ignoring the pig king and his desperate, wailing pleas, the bad wolf
breathed out deeply.
When he did, the wolf's breath became a whirlwind that blew away the
castle of the pig king. The castle made from many bricks went flying like
cotton.
Just like that, the whirlwind escalated into a great storm and blew away
everything around the castle.
”Look, isn't it just like I said? You should've calmly let me into the castle.
Take this as a lesson to never oppose me again, okay?” the bad wolf
sneered at the pig king.
《Commentary》 The ”The Three Little Pigs” had been derived from its
original folklore stories ”The Wolf and The Goat” and ”The Wolf and The
Pig”. But there is another, bold hypothesis regarding the origin of this
legend.
In 1854, Devil King Dejanstahl Voban used his infamous Authority over
storms, [Sturm und Drang], to drive the Dalmatian[1] port city Zadar[2] to
the brink of destruction. Some researchers believe that, over the course of
many years, the memory of this tragedy took an influence on the folktale.
【From the section about Voban, Sasha Dejanstahl, European Mage
Directory】
He was called [Marquis Voban], but he was by no means a n.o.ble.
Born in the first half of the eighteenth century in the area of modern
Hungary, he probably didn't have a single relative since birth. The boy lived
his life by moving from place to place for more than ten years, struggling
daily just to get some bread, until one day he had succeeded in slaying a
G.o.d and suddenly rose to become a Campione.
Campione are those who seized a portion of the [Authorities] from the G.o.d
they murdered. They are feared existences whom magi called [Kings].
But at that time, he was not a [Marquis] yet.
Just a few years later, he attacked the castle of the marquis governing the
area and usurped the marquis's status and dominion. But he grew tired of
the status within a few years and abandoned it in the end. However, it was
the source of the t.i.tle he still uses - Marquis Voban.
Furthermore, the name Voban came from his peculiar and ghastly sense of
humor.
Knowing that the previous marquis had kept a savage dog called ”Voban”,
he picked it as his own family name. Then he ordered the former marquis
to serve his relative, the former pet dog...
【Dame[3] Liliana Kranjcar, Achieving an Audience with the [King] in
Budapest】
They were in a room of a high-cla.s.s hotel, the kind that could be found in
any country.
As luxurious and pleasant as it was the room that held the [audience] was
still a little too common to be called a devil king's palace.
The master of the room was called Sasha Dejanstahl Voban.
He was one of the Campione whom magi throughout the world feared as
kings, devil kings.
All of them possessed a tremendous magic power called [Authority]. Those
were all plundered from the G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses murdered by the devil
kings' own hands.
”You're Kranjcar's granddaughter? We met four years ago, but I have no
memory of your face... ahh, don't think of me as a senile old fool. People in
your generation grow up too fast. The same would happen even with a
person other than me.”
His voice was clear, even intellectual.
His physical appearance was the same. He had a wide forehead, deeply
sunken eyes, and his complexion was terribly pale. If one claimed that he
taught at some university, everyone would consent.
His silver hair was combed straight and his beard was also carefully
shaved clean.
”It is only natural. At that time I was nothing but a child and we met for not
even ten minutes. Please bear it no mind.”
Liliana Kranjcar bowed as she replied courteously.
She fell on one knee and held her right arm over her chest.
For a greeting in a hotel suite, it was extremely unusual. But on top of
being in front of a [king], a knight had an obligation to present herself with
suitable courtesy.
The girl who belonged to the magic a.s.sociation ”Bronze Black Cross” was
still sixteen.
Her handsome features, which gave the impression of a fairy, were more
gallant than lovely. Her long silver hair was drawn up in a ponytail.
Yet despite her youth, the girl was a mage holding the t.i.tle of Great Knight.
Even in Milan, where outstanding talents from all over the world gathered,
the only one with comparable talent was the Erica Blandelli of the 'Copper
Black Cross'.
”That's splendid. Now then, I think you already know, but I am impatient by
nature, so let's get to the point. I called you here all the way from Milan for
one reason.”
Voban narrowed his emerald eyes ever-so-slightly.
Whenever those evil eyes glittered, any living being before them would turn
into ma.s.ses of salt. It was an authority that he was said to have usurped
from the Celtic demon G.o.d Balor[4].
[Eyes of Sodom], [Legion of Hungry Wolves], [Sturm und Drang], [Cage of
Undead Servants].
Among the mages of Europe, every single one knew a few of his
Authorities.
”I take it you haven't forgotten the ritual four years ago? That ritual for the
great sorcery to summon a heretic G.o.d. I've been thinking about attempting
that secret ritual you helped me with once more.”
Liliana fixedly looked back at the devil king's face.
That great magic had produced more than just a few victims. Why was he
trying such a dangerous ritual again? After pondering over that question for
only a moment, Liliana realized.
'A G.o.dslayer summoning a G.o.d. How can there be any other reason except
a fight?'
”Back then, that d.a.m.n Salvatore got the better of me. I had not antic.i.p.ated
that a fool would get to the summoned G.o.d first and s.n.a.t.c.h it away. You
see, I had never dreamed that such a greenhorn would appear in our
world!” Voban said indifferently, but the iris of his evil eyes flickered.
Four years ago, that incident had spread the fame of the young devil king