Godhorn Tech:Volume3 Epilogue
Epilogue[edit]
A few different letters arrived that day.
That small forest village rarely received letters from outside. Miyabi retrieved the envelopes from the mailbox, returned to his log house, and opened them on the table.
Alma sat on the same table in the usual white stuffed animal form.
He used a hand to play with the creature while reading through the letters.
Eliza Silverstorm had returned to the Arsenal Kingdom.
That snowy kingdom was searching for a way to support itself without the military might of a Godhorn Tech. They had been discussing options day and night with the help of Celina Bodenburg, a girl born into wealth and a true merchant.
The Empire had once feared an east-west route connecting the continent’s north and that idea was showing promise. They would be developing a new trade route connecting them to the desert nation via the dark elf forest. For the resource-starved Arsenal Kingdom, the contrasting environment of the desert nation was a treasure trove. The reverse was also true, so it was bound to benefit both sides.
The Necromancer was vigorously working in the ruins of the Empire.
Necromancy was all about researching death, but it could also be used to aid life. She was researching a method of returning that vast land to normal. The red territory had become too clean, so she said balance could be restored by adding in some impurity. Dark Elf Elaine Greenforest, who had been directly involved in the Empire’s destruction, was working with her. That was a sign that she was trying to connect to the world through something other than revenge.
…Then again, both of them were bad girls(?), so it was only a matter of time before they got fed up with their task and ran off with as many valuable imperial magic books and experimental equipment as they could carry. Number 8 had been sent to keep an eye on them to prevent that.
Kananka Fulpen had chosen to officially support Onelife Shiftup. A state-supported pirate was a strange idea, but apparently criminals could come in handy when used properly. He was allowed to fight and demand supplies from (that is, steal everything board their ship) anyone who intended to harm the remote island kingdom.
Acacia Flightheart and Ixea Flightheart continued to travel around the continent. The Lord of Ruin had said his role in this world was complete, but he was proving useful for all his ancient knowledge related to the ruins they were visiting. They kept asking him for more and more, so it sounded like the ancient king would not get to rest for a while yet.
And.
“Hey!”
Did he even need that wheelchair anymore? Moebius Entrance was enjoying a lazy slow life in the same village and he called in through the window now.
“You got some time? I’ve got a job only possible for a skilled fixer with the Lucifer Horn at his disposal.”
“Don’t shove your sketchy jobs onto me. I’m only a lumberjack trainee.”
“A trainee who defeated the Mother of Wicked Gods and saved the world, you mean? Looking at the score, you’re on my level now.”
Even when talking up the boy, Moebius refused to place the boy above him.
The easygoing young man rarely said much about himself, but did this mean he had saved the world at least once before?
“This is something I can only ask you, the guy who carelessly gave the world a second lady killer of a fixer.” Moebius waved in through the window. “There’s a Demon Lord on the loose. On a different continent this time.”
“A Demon Lord?”
“Don’t look so puzzled. They aren’t just something from children’s stories. I mean, you’ve already met one…no, two of them. The first being Under Lilith who’s always hanging around that elf knight, but the other is Philia Shout, Mother of Wicked Gods.”
“…”
According to Moebius, there were 12 Demon Lords in all.
And each of them had as powerful an influence as Philia Shout.
In other words…
“Yes, influence. The Wicked God horns held so much power over this continent and determined the power balance of nations and companies alike because Philia Shout existed on this continent. That’s all it took. Here mere presence completely rewrote everyone’s values. An age of magic or an age of swords is created by the presence of a corresponding Demon Lord. Now, a question: what if another Demon Lord decided to pay our continent a visit? It could go as far as to tear down the assumption that Wicked God horns are the be-all and end-all of power.”
“Are you saying one is coming here?”
“Demon Lord Rising Dark. The lord of pure violence. Much, much too pure violence. God, and I really though this wouldn’t be a problem after a certain someone attacked her and sealed most of her power.”
Miyabi frowned because he had a good idea what Moebius was getting at.
“So you want me to drive her away before the world’s values crumble around us?”
“You’ve figured out how to transport people using the Lucifer Horn, right? There’s no good reason to wait until she arrives here. Visiting her continent and attacking her there would minimize the damage.” Moebius spat out the dangerous words of a fixer. “No one wants all the continent’s nations and religions to collapse, right? Assuming the fragments of information I’ve received are accurate, Rising Dark would cause far too great a change here.”
Miyabi had dug deep graves for all of the Wicked Gods slaughtered by Philia Shout on that nearby mountain. In secret, so no one could ever find them. He had wanted them to rest in peace, but he had also not wanted their dozens of horns to wreak havoc on the continent.
But that same chaos was about to arrive in a different form.
“But if you don’t have some real talent with you, you’ll only be traveling to your deaths. I can’t leave this in the hands of anyone who hasn’t already proven they can defeat a Demon Lord. Which means either me or you.”
Moebius once again hinted at his own legend.
The boy sighed.
He shrugged and made an honest confession.
“I’m not going to get myself killed over my pride. If this Demon Lord is as strong as Philia Shout, then I can’t do this on my own.”
“Then don’t do it alone. I’m betting you were just starting to miss the others. And don’t you want to pay Horn Fortress another visit?”
Moebius had seen right through him.
The timing was almost too good. Both the timing of Moebius’s arrival and the timing of the letters. Miyabi suspected Moebius had somehow set things up so all of the letters would arrive today.
Miyabi jotted down a quick note for his parents and grabbed something he had left leaning against the wall: the Lucifer Horn’s control sword.
“Alma, let’s make sure everything’s locked up.”
“Kyoo☆”
After leaving his house with the white stuffed animal creature, Miyabi called out to someone.
“Alicia.”
That elf never had anything going on and she would go wherever Alma went.
“Helen.”
He knew the glasses woman would tag along as a bodyguard and supervisor since the Republic would be in danger if Miyabi or Alma were abducted on another continent.
(Now, now to gather the rest of the party?)
He pictured a map of the continent in his head.
At the same time, Miyabi Blackgarden called out to someone else who had settled down in this nowhere village.
“You too, Philia Shout!! You said you didn’t recognize our strength, right? Then we’ll show you how it’s done. You’re in our party now, got it!?”
Something can be created from nothing.
As long as people join hands and continue to challenge a formidable problem.
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