While Michel keeps remembering about his own nature, what's the old queen doing...?
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“I... won... I think.”
She looked like she could barely stand up, resting her body on her sword as she was.
“How long was I in there?”
“Just a few minutes.”
“A few minutes...? I feel like I’ve been fighting for two days.”
“And the demon?”
“Her magical power was exhausted and she turned to stone. You should just go ahead and seal her inside Maramaks, right?”
The angel narrowed her eyes at the Queen’s proposal.
“The demon is not destroyed.”
“What do you mean?”
“The gate to Maramaks still exists.”
The angel leader revealed that the magical powers that maintained Maramaks were taken from the devil. As long as the place existed, it meant the demon still possessed magical power.
“Then, I still have to fight to destroy the demon.”
“Looks like it.”
The Queen tried going back in, but the Head Angel grabbed her by the arm.
“Wait. You can’t accomplish that now.”
It was the Queen’s turn to frown now. As frustrating as it was to admit, she was right.
“What if the demon escapes?”
“You need a Beautiful Fighter to open the Gate. It’ll never open from the other side.”
“What if she stores enough magical power and destroys the Gate?”
“In order to avoid that, we shall reduce the devil’s power. Specifically, we’ll make it the mission of the Queen’s Blade victor, and entrust it to each new Queen.”
The Queen nodded at the Head Angel’s words.
“We should also hide the Gate somewhere far from human hands.”
“That’d be preferable...”
“It won’t open easily, but still, just in case.”
The conversation between both of them was getting further and further away.
Michel’s felt his consciousness fading away. The magical power constituting his very being was lost.
***
A long time had passed.
Michel was facing a Beautiful Fighter again.
That was the demon’s memory.
The memories of the demon’s fragments that he had seen a moment ago clouded his own memory.
[Which one is the real memory?]
“Dragon Tail!”
The fighter screamed, and he was cut off from the demon’s body again.
(I’m... a fragment of the demon...)
At the same time he fell to the ground, he collapsed, unable to maintain his shape.
He took a look at one part of the demonic beast orchestra that had been slain by the warrior before crossing swords with the demon.
It was a flute.
He reached for it, as if clinging to it.
That’s where the memory of the demon’s fragment cut off. Darkness covered his consciousness again.
“Michel! Snap out of it!”
A strong voice aroused his senses, as his consciousness wandered in the void.
(Lady... Elina...)
***
“Your memory came back, didn’t it?”
The boy nodded in silence.
“Do you remember me?”
“Y-Yes... Lady Elina... I remember you.”
The Vance girl was reflected in the kid’s eyes. It seemed he was finally back to his senses.
“What’s that part of you which is bad news?”
Elina asked him face-to-face. She had to ask if what he knew matched what she had heard Melona begin to say.
“I’ll tell you... all of it...”
“Sounds like a long story.”
The girl crouched down to line up her eyes with his.
“Do tell then. I’m all ears.”
“Sure...”
The boy began to talk about his past life.
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