Madan no Ou to Vanadis:Volume 01 Epilogue - MTL

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Epilogue

The flag fluttered in the evening wind.

Tigre, Ellen, and Lim moved ahead of the Zhcted Army and returned to Celesta.

Some soldiers, including Batran, returned to Celesta earlier to inform the people of victory and to prepare a feast.

Even if it was a small form of gratitude, Tigre wished to greet the soldiers of Zhcted. He also wanted to restore the beauty of his town. Its revival would begin tomorrow.

Incidentally, Tigre had emptied the eight quivers Batran held for him.

Usually, archers carry two quivers at most. Any more and it would hinder movement. He would not use that many unless it was a fierce battle.

Later, after hearing this, Rurick muttered solemnly.

“--- All right.”

With a new cloth wound about Tigre's hand, Ellen laughed quietly.

“Thanks. You really saved me.”

Tigre gave his thanks. The cloth Teita wrapped around his hand was drenched in blood, so he changed it.

“For the time being, consider this a victory.”

“For the time being, is it.”

Tigre repeated Lim's words.

That is how it was. Fate had made its move. It was impossible for there to be no retaliation.

Tenardia, after this defeat, would not forgive Tigre.

He would kill Tigre no matter the cost. He would surely try to burn Alsace.

He had many things to think about beside Tenardia.

It was not just Duke Ganelon and Tenardia, he worried about the reaction of the King and the various aristocrats. He was also anxious about Zhcted and Ellen.

Above all, he was worried about the black bow in his hand.

--- Though it isn't reacting now, it definitely did back then.

He communicated with it. Was it telling him its intention?

--- It resonated with Ellen's silver blade...

Ellen did not seem to understand the reason for this.

“Amongst the many [{{furigana|Dragonic Tool|Viralt] wielded by the Vanadis, there is no bow. I have never heard of a weapon which could call upon the power of a [Dragonic Tool], either...”

Tigre had heard of such weapons, though he thought of them as fairy tales and legends. Still, he had seen Ellen's silver blade first-hand.

Why did her [Silver Blade] respond?

Though he looked in interest at the silver blade at Ellen's waist, the wind only blew, as if teasing him.

After thinking for a while, Tigre sighed and gave up.

It was meaningless to worry about something he did not understand for the time being. It was simply fine that he was able to use it.

“A mysterious bow.”

Lim began speaking, as if she remembered something.

“I have heard of only one such bow, though it is a legend.”

Hearing Lim's words, Tigre looked at her in interest while touching the bowstring.

“A man received a bow from a Goddess. As long as he wielded it, he would not be defeated by his enemies. It is said he became king and called him [Madan no OuKing of the Magic Bullet].

“This King, is he the incarnation of the Black Dragon?”

Lim shook her head to Tigre's question.

“The Goddess does not come out in the founder's story. It is possible the story is even older. Since I did not see the power of your bow, I can't say anymore.”

“[Madan no OuKing of the Magic Bullet], is it?”

Ellen glanced at Tigre and laughed as if pleased.

“Not bad. I'll call you that from now on.”

“Then I'll have to call you [Vanadis-sama] or [MeltisWind Princess of the Silver Flash] from now on.”

She poked his head.

“It's fine. It just means you've got the mettle to become a king. It's not like I was making fun of you.”

“At least fix your facial expression.”

Though she spoke formally, Ellen's mouth was loose as she held back a smile. Tigre scratched his head and sighed without any tension.

“The story is interesting, but it has nothing to do with my bow.”

Certainly, the voice Tigre heard was female.

However, the bow had no tasteful decoration or adornment. It was simply a black bow.

--- Above all, it is never good to joke about becoming king.

Such stories were numerous in the land of nobles.

“Do you not want to become King?”

Ellen tilted her head, as if she had read what was deep in Tigre's chest.

Though he had not given it much thought, he responded in such a way.

“Sleeping until noon, going out for a hunt.”

Tigre shrugged his shoulder and smiled bitterly. Ellen's ruby pupils sparkled as she recalled his words

“Tigre, I have something to say to you.”

Looking at Tigre, Ellen took a deep breath and bewildered Tigre with a smile suiting her age.

“--- You, you belong to me.”

Tigre recalled that he was still a prisoner of war.

“That's right. First of all, how about you tell me more about that maid of yours? You were so desperate to help her before.”

Looking away from the smile of the girl with silver-white hair, fluttering in the wind, Tigre ruffled his red hair.

--- How should I answer...

It was not just Ellen. Teita was waiting in the town. If he explained that he was still a prisoner of war, what would she say?

Though Tigre looked to Lim for help with a glance, he was ignored.

“I'm looking forward to it, Tigre.”

Before long, the town of Celesta came into view, lights appearing in the town.

The people were waiting.

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