The Elemental Sword Demon King
Episode 126: Flash Dream Sword Spirit
He was watching a dream. A very vivid dream, to the point that he understood that he was in a dream. The flash of the sword until the clash of the sword happened in front of him.
While walking down the corridor that was dyed red with the blood of countless soldiers. The one swinging the sword of shining light, was a girl with beautiful golden hair.
Movement flowed like the style of a sword flower, slashing at all sorts of spirits that came at him. The figure of the girl gives a sense of dejavu. Until now, many of his works have existed, such as portraits, sculptures, and paintings.
Imuruk Imizuan. The Holy Queen or the Holy Queen who once overthrew the Demon King.
(Why did I dream it?)
Here he did not have a physical body that he could move, only his consciousness that floated through this lucid dream carried many questions.
(Since when exactly did this dream come from?)
(Next, whose dream is it?)
Amidst his clear consciousness, he finally reached a moment recorded in history. Defeating the final spirit, the girl slowly walked out the corridor leading to the deepest part of the castle.
Lifting the «Saint» Sword that was emitting light in the air with both of his hands, he raised his head, looking to the throne. There, sat a man alone, his expression calm.
The area around the throne was engulfed in dark flames and as such, its features could not be identified. However, who was sitting on that throne, was intuitively understood with just a glance.
【 Demon King, Ratanak 】
In the past, he has brought doom and destruction across the country, the worst tyrant ever to descend in history. Dominating the powerful spirit of the thirty-two pillars, he was the only male elementalist present.
An ominous dark flame danced around him, as if threatening the girl. However, the girl did not falter. For in his hand was a holy sword that strengthened his heart.
"The Evil Demon King, with the names of the Elemental Lords and my holy sword, leave this world."
As the wind blew making her golden hair flutter, the girl ran forward. Engraved on the blade of the holy sword in tongues, was a name that emitted a silver glow.
As soon as he saw the name, he shouted, "Nyx!"
****
Waking up, he found himself in his soft bed. He sat down and looked back at himself. She was not wearing her school uniform, but rather a set of loose pajamas.
It seemed that someone had helped her change clothes when she was unconscious. The dream he witnessed had caused him to break out in cold sweat.
"I'm..."
(What was in the dream?) Trying to remember what happened before he fainted, Kaizo rubbed his aching head.
At that moment, from the corner of the room came a voice, "Kaizo, are you awake?"
Kaizo turned around, and saw a beautiful girl in uniform sitting on a chair by the wall. She has red ponytail hair in pigtails to the back of her head. Her ruby-red pupils were transparent looking anxiously at him.
"Victoria, you haven't been here all this time, have you?"
"Eh? No, not too long." Victoria frantically shook her head. However, the dark circles in the corners of his eyes denied the fact that he did not have a good night's rest.
"I'm sorry for making you worry."
"That's okay, I'm not worried."
Kaizo returned Victoria's attention with a wry smile, and looked around the room. This castle room has been arranged for the participants «Style Festival Sword».
Looking at its spacious windows and quality household items, one could say that this was no ordinary Kaizo residence, which was no different from storage space, either, but a room from some other unknown place.
With dawn fast approaching, the sun shone weakly through the gaps in the curtains.
"Good, go to sleep now. Your fever hasn't come down completely."
"Ah, I have a fever?"
"Mhm, it seems to be getting better now, but you were badly burned just a moment ago."
"By the way, Victoria?"
"Yes what is it?"
"Why did I pass out?"
"You don't remember?" Victoria's eyes widened in surprise and said, "don't you say you're amnesiac?"
"No, nothing serious. It's just that my head is still dizzy and I can't seem to remember what happened right before I fainted." Kaizo shook his head without a sound.
"Ra dance that time?"
"Yes, I remember that. You refused an invitation from the crown prince of a country with a wave of the hand."
"Eh, yeah."
"Around that time, Rei Assar invited me to dance." While massaging his aching temples, Kaizo felt his memory gradually return in chronological order.
Something big must have happened. There's no mistake about it. There was something very important that he had forgotten. He seemed to almost remember it, but it was still a bit vague.
"Rei Assar carved out «Bind of Darkness» on me, and then..."
Impatience burned in his chest. Glistening in the corner of his mind was a shining silver sword image.
"And then I..."
Seeing the upset Kaizo, Victoria spoke up, "Kaizo, you saved us from the murderous hands of «School Institution»!"
"Killer «School Institutions»?" Kaizo raised his head abruptly.
(That's fine. Back then, I was fighting the military spirit of Mia.)
Victoria's words pushed her memory of last night back in the flood.
During the opening ceremony of the Sword Style Festival last night, Mia Vialine, the killer of «The Instructional» school who calls herself Kaizo's foster sister, has controlled the military spirit to attack Victoria and co.
Marked by «Bind of Drakness» Rei Assar and covered in wounds, Kaizo runs towards the battlefield reluctantly to defeat military spirit Mia Vialine
But at that moment, the curse of the mark applied to Kaizo's body, and she was overwhelmed by the blindness from the pain. As soon as he regained his memories, Kaizo's entire body stiffened, as if he had been struck by lightning.
The image that came to mind was of a girl with mysterious purple eyes. With beautiful silvery white hair that reflects moonlight.
With a small hand that gently caressed his back. And with lips that were as cold as ice but hot as fire when it touched his lips.
Then he turned into countless particles of light, and disappeared into nothingness. That was the last Kaizo saw of him.
"The nyx?" The name came out from his lips in a spontaneous, trembling breath.
It was the name of someone who had always been by his side, the name of someone very important, the name of his contracted spirit. The slight disturbance of his memory earlier must have been because he did not want to face this reality.
"Kaizo's..." Victoria's low and worried words were barely heard by Kaizo.
"You must be kidding me, Nyx, why is he..." His meaningless words sounded hollow. Her newly recovered memories insisted on replaying the last scene she saw before losing consciousness.
At that moment he whispered in his ear,
'Goodbye, Kaizo.'
...
*Connected.....
*Note: This story is fictitious. If there is a similarity in the name of the character, the scene, or the story, it is a mere coincidence and there is no element of intentionality.