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Legend of Saint
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Once, far to the northeast, there was a country called Friedenhen. After losing a war, the land was short of land. The remaining land was ruled by frozen soil, and crops could not grow, making it a poor country. However, even in such a country as Friedenhen, there was the legend of the Saint.
“When the evening of Cerberus burns red, the white child will cry out. The child will be a saint with white skin and crimson eyes, and by the power of the gods, she will save the people of Friedenhen and bring peace to the world.”
Such was the legend.
One day, a huge meteorite fell from the sky where the constellation of Cerberus spread. The meteorite burst and spread, burning red in the sky far above. Tamara Loren, who witnessed this scene, was pregnant at the time, and at that moment, she went into labor.
It was too early to give birth. If the child were born here, it would likely be stillborn. However, the labor did not stop, and Tamara gave birth at home. The child born was a girl as white as snow. Her eyes were crimson, and she seemed like a child who would be weak in the sunlight. It was thought to be a stillbirth, but the child cried out. She was named Medna.
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Tamara, now a mother, knew the legend but was half-skeptical. In this world where conflicts were never-ending, she wanted Medna to live in a world free of battles. After all, it was her first child, a cute baby. She did not want her to bear the grand cause of bringing peace to the world; she wanted her to grow up as a healthy, ordinary girl. However, Medna had a mysterious power.
In Friedenhen, there were few who could use magic, and neither Tamara nor the child’s father had much mana. Medna’s mysterious power was the power of words to heal people. The first time Tamara noticed this power was when she fell ill with a high fever. Medna had been caring for her mother along with the townspeople, and at the moment Medna whispered a prayer, her red eyes gleamed, and her mother regained her health.
The legend was true, and the rumor spread quickly throughout the town. However, along with the rumor, Medna was hated. The weakening of the country had made the people of Friedenhen resentful. There, Medna was despised as a plague god who controlled sickness. People left, the Loren family became isolated, and Medna herself lost all her friends.
“Will the silver world bless me…?” (Medna)
When playing alone in the silver snow, she voiced such a question. A white world with a white girl. She seemed like the embodiment of snow. However, the King of Friedenhen, having heard the rumors about Medna, sent his ministers to her. Though the king had already lost his authority, he was determined to rebuild the country.
—
Again today, the King’s messenger visited their home.
“Please, ma’am.” (Messenger)
“Medna is our daughter. Living in the royal palace is impossible.” (Tamara)
Her mother always chased him away with this attitude, but today, for some reason, he persistently continued to plead.
“It will not be bad. Life in the royal palace is wonderful. Of course, we will invite you and your husband as well.” (Messenger)
“That’s enough, please go home. Our decision hasn’t changed.” (Tamara)
“I see… well, then, that’s unfortunate. We don’t have much time, so—hey, do it.” (Messenger)
“Ah! Stop it!” (Tamara)
Her mother’s scream reached her. She immediately headed for the entrance to see what was happening, carrying a firewood axe for self-defense.
“Oh, young lady. Good evening. We have something we want you to cooperate with. You can see the situation, right?” (Messenger)
Her mother was bound tightly by two strong men.
“Medna, run away!” (Tamara)
“…!!” (Medna)
She had no intention of running away. Instead, she was thinking about how to bring the two men to their knees, free her mother, and escape.
“Well, you’d better not get any funny ideas. Would you still want your mother to die?” (Messenger)
She had no more friends. If she lost her family, she wouldn’t be able to recover. She dropped the axe and decided to quietly follow the men. But that was the wrong decision. Officially, they were said to have been welcomed into the royal palace, but it was far from the truth. A life like that of a prison awaited them.
She was called the saint in public, but behind the scenes, she was treated horribly. Soon, her power of words was experimented with for military use. Her ability to heal people was pushed to its limits, and it was finally perfected as a form of brain-affecting magic.
—”Brain-affecting magic”
It was a power that interfered with people’s brains and controlled them freely. It was an ultimate magic that could not only brainwash and shape personalities, but also bring out latent abilities and even induce hallucinations. But in the end, the kingdom’s attempt to rebuild and invade other countries ended in failure. The king was defeated in battle once more.
However, Medna’s abilities, which caused catastrophic damage to the enemy, were feared. In that battle, her name was recorded as ‘The Witch of Friedenhen’.
—
Her mother, until the moment she died from overwork, regretted that there had been no peace. Medna also often thought the same.
“To the children left behind… I hope I can leave them a better world.” (Medna)
In the cold, stone prison where she was held, she suddenly remembered her mother’s words.
“Medna, protect the children…” (Tamara)
Her mother had worried about others until the very end. She didn’t mind that side of her, despite how annoying it could be.
“…” (Medna)
The sound of quiet footsteps echoed in the silent prison. But she couldn’t confirm who the owner of the footsteps was. Her hands and feet were shackled, and her eyes were tightly bound with cloth, blinding her. A gag was also placed in her mouth, so she couldn’t make a sound. Her brain-affecting magic couldn’t be activated without sound and sight. The gag was sometimes forcibly removed to shove food into her mouth. On some days, other things were shoved into her mouth too…
So, whenever she heard these footsteps, she instinctively trembled in fear. She didn’t know what was coming. The thought that some terrible treatment might await her made her truly wish she could die. With a loud clank, the iron bars of the prison were opened. Her body jerked in response, and she felt that she was still in one piece.
“Ah, you’re much cuter than I expected.” (Grace)
Unlike the voice she had imagined, it was a beautiful voice from a woman. It was the first time she heard a woman’s voice since being captured, and it gave her a slight sense of relief.
“…Ga…a…” (Medna)
She couldn’t speak properly due to the gag.
“Such a terrible state.” (Grace)
The woman made dry sounds with her steps as she approached, quickly removing the bridle and even taking off the blindfold. There was a beautiful blonde woman. She was dressed lightly and squatted down, watching over me.
“…Who…?” (Medna)
“My name is… hmm, Grace will do.” (Grace)
“Grace…” (Medna)
Even so, my voice was awful. I could barely make a sound, so my voice wouldn’t come out at all.
“…The… soldiers…” (Medna)
“Ah…” (Grace)
This woman doesn’t seem like someone who’s supposed to take care of me.
“Well, I just destroyed this country earlier, so they won’t be coming anymore.” (Grace)
“Eh…?” (Medna)
Grace, who calls herself, answered lightly and calmly.
“Well, well. I’ve heard rumors about you. Let’s go quickly.” (Grace)
“Go… where…?! Cough Cough” (Medna)
She tried to speak after so long, and ended up making my throat hurt. she instinctively started coughing. But because of the coughing, it felt like the blockage in her throat had cleared up to some extent.
“I’m sorry… for this voice…” (Medna)
“This voice? You’ve got a nice voice.” (Grace)
“…” (Medna)
That was the first time anyone had praised her voice.
—
She escaped from the dungeon of the castle where she was held and went outside for the first time in months. It was raining, and the broken-down town was exposed.
“Wh…?” (Medna)
What Grace said turned out to be true. While she was unaware, a war had broken out, and it seems the country had been destroyed. Yet, she didn’t hear any sounds of intense fighting, so maybe she was so beaten up that she couldn’t hear it.
“Surprised? The soldiers at the castle gate were so rude, I just destroyed the whole country.” (Grace)
She was still surprised. There wasn’t a war. It was just the power of Grace alone.
“Since it’s just right, why don’t we do some looting? Your outfit looks a bit tacky.” (Grace)
“Ah…” (Medna)
Now that she thought about it, she was wearing nothing but torn rags. she wasn’t even wearing underwear. Then, Grace took me to a clothing store as if it were her hometown. In a shop without the owner, she casually picked out clothes for her, enjoying herself. Behind her, the store owner was torn into pieces, his blood splattered everywhere. It was a scene of madness.
“Why are you being so kind to me?” (Medna)
“Hmm?” (Grace)
“I… that is…” (Medna)
I’m tired of being used in battles. I like killing, but I don’t have the energy for it anymore. No matter how much I fight, more suffering is waiting for me.
“The Witch of Friedenhen.” (Medna)
“That name is…” (Grace)
“You can brainwash people, right?” (Medna)
“Well… yes…” (Grace)
This person is really strange. Every word she says has a certain charisma.
“That’s perfect. How about forming a legendary band with me?” (Grace)
What did she just say? A legendary band? Did she just say band instead of battle or something?
“I’m thinking it would be fun to stir up the crowd with music. At first, we might need some planted supporters, so I want to create a brainwashing song with your brainwashing magic.” (Grace)
In a ruined country where bodies lie scattered, talking casually about such things, she found myself drawn to her. She destroyed an entire country just because it sounded a bit fun.
“…Heh, heh heh.” (Medna)
“Huh? Is something wrong?” (Grace)
“No, that’s really wonderful.” (Medna)
“Right? I may have been alone until now, but from now on, it’s the two of us. Let’s have fun.” (Grace)
Even though I was alone before, now there will be two of us. I lost my family, lost my way to live, but I can be with someone again. I’ll cherish this feeling. Even when in despair, new hope will come.
“Let me introduce myself again. My name is Medna Loren. I’m a saint who loves killing, but is that okay?” (Medna)
“Of course! Your voice is absolutely amazing! I’m, let’s say, a music-loving assassin.” (Grace)
“What’s that? Heh… Hehehe, Hahahaha.” (Medna)
“Was that wrong? Ahhahaha.” (Grace)
And so, I continued laughing with Grace. In the rain-soaked, ruined country.
—
The days she spent traveling with Grace were the best. Grace was very reliable. A lot of people followed us, and before long, the two of us formed a band, and the organization grew. she talked a lot with Grace. There was one thing that came out of those conversations. One day, they decided to create a world without conflict.
That was the same idea as her mother. She became more and more fond of Grace. If there was one complaint, it was probably that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy killing anymore. The idea of creating a world without conflict contradicted her constant desire for murder. That contradiction troubled me many times. But with her mother’s words and the ideal I aimed for with Grace, She couldn’t betray it.
—
So, as a final little enjoyment, this child… The strange child who rushed into Paradise Cyans, breathing heavily. The first time she heard rumors about him was when they were gathering forces in Barwitch. She was looking for a contradictory existence, a warrior who disliked fighting but would follow Grace’s ideals.
Then, she heard that two children had died in the Merana Cave, and only one child survived. She and Grace immediately took interest. Children who are traumatized by war always seek a world without conflict. Even as those around them grow stronger, these children are left behind. And then they think.
“If only there had never been fighting from the start.” (??)
Children are always competitive in the end. Both Reingard and Alisa were like that.
—
The village of Soltaire was a very peaceful and lovely town. It didn’t take long for me to figure out what kind of child he was. He was a boy with dead eyes, staring at the world in the town square. Medna wondered what kind of despair he had experienced.
“Now, I’m just a clown. I want to play music and see smiles.” (Medna)
The choice of song is varied, but today, I can’t quite decide which one to pick.
At that moment, the song that suddenly came to mind was Highlander’s Flame’.
A song about a warrior is not suitable for a child with trauma. I don’t even remember why I thought to sing that song. But when the child heard it, he completely regained he vitality and looked at me with envious eyes.
“It was a good song.” (Jack)
The child said with sparkling eyes. He had a beautiful, clear voice. She thought he might even become a singer in the future.
However, it’s a little strange for a child to call a battle song a good song. Did this child really lose their companions in the dungeon?
“If you want to hear more, I can sing ‘another song’ for you. Come here.” (Medna)
She suggested, but in the end, what the child wanted to hear was Highlander’s Flame. In the end, that child, Jack-kun, was completely captivated and listened to Highlander’s Flame from beginning to end. To change the subject, she tried teaching the child the lute, but even there, talent was evident. The child’s thin, beautiful fingers effortlessly pressed the strings of the lute and produced the correct sounds. She wanted to have this child as an ally. As a main member of the band, along with Reingard and Alisa.
—
But despite her feelings, Jack-kun sought battle. Even after losing two companions, he still sought battle, and even Medna, known as a witch, felt a little uneasy. But that was only at first.
The one in front of her was no longer just a child. He was a fully grown warrior.
“Jack-kun… You’ve grown too much as a warrior from an early age. That’s why you can’t understand the feelings of those who are oppressed.” (Medna)
“I’m not wielding violence.” (Jack)
“That’s true… but how about the deaths of Alan and Peter?” (Medna)
She must cut off the malicious sprouts.
Now, I think of it as the last feast the gods left for me, the one who loves to kill.
“You are already a fine warrior. It’s fine if you want to defeat us, but you’re ready to be defeated, aren’t you?” (Medna)
“Medna-san… You’re crazy too.” (Jack)
She already knew that without being told. Since the moment she was born as a saint, she had been strange.
“This is a requiem dedicated to you. Jack-kun, who has already become a complete warrior, should die here.” (Medna)
—
In the midst of the battle, he revived over and over again. In terms of experience and skill, she should have been unquestionably superior. The original weapon she created, ‘Virginal (harp-keyboard style) Arms (shotgun)’, she was proud to say was the greatest weapon among those that humans could make. Yet, he easily nullified even the magic released from it. She even used ‘Tout Le Mon (Three Thousand Worlds) de’, which I thought might be considered cheating. The greatest ultimate technique in brain-affecting magic.
The interference and linking of the brain with many targets traps the subject in the world I created, an ultimate prison magic. The power to materialize the world is now god-like. Only I, the saint born blessed by the gods, could do it. Even that—
“… Again… again, it’s broken…” (Medna)
A warrior possessed. Truly terrifying. She thought he was just a madman, but he had become a threat to me. The requiem she offered, ‘Highlander’s Flame’, seemed to have made him grow even more as a warrior.
“That tenacity… It’s beyond creepy, it’s exhilarating…” (Medna)
His rampage wouldn’t stop. He kept shouting like a stubborn child, completely denying the ideology of our band. But strangely, she was enjoying this battle.
The blood of a killer stirred within me. My pent-up frustrations, desires, may be exploding here and now, seeking pleasure.
“My Virgin (shotgun) is about to be destroyed…! …This is battle…!” (Medna)
“I’ll end it! As soon as possible!” (Jack)
Ending it? Boys sure are impatient. I want to enjoy this as long as I can. I could even die at this point and be fine with it. But if I die, what will happen to Grace? Right now, there are many things I must not lose. I can’t just seek pleasure blindly.
When Medna glanced down from the cathedral balcony, she could see Grace and Alisa evacuating. She had made them escape, sensing the danger.
So here, I can completely drown in the pleasure (murder) of battle.
Thinking this, my limiter was removed.
“Fu… fufufu… fufufufufu…! Hahahahaha! I don’t care about ideology anymore! Fighting you makes me remember the past! Killing each other is always fun!” (Medna)
This is my final requiem. Grace, escape. From now on, spend time with Alisa.
“I’ve been seeking this battle! Jack-kun, come at me with all you’ve got!” (Medna)
“I was going to anyway――――!” (Jack)
A fierce charging sound echoed between us. Her Virginal Arms and his rough but beautiful right-hand fist. Then, a dazzling swirl of light exploded from them.
“Take this!!!” (Jack)
I think I’d be fine even if my life were taken by that. In terms of defiling that hand, I suppose I’m the one doing the defiling. The beautiful right hand’s light. There is resolve in it. No matter what tragedy awaits, the resolve to keep fighting. He seeks a beautiful world and takes a step forward. I wonder if he will take me to that world…
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