#315
315. The Remnant (5)
After the overall strands were laid, the meeting progressed quickly.
Under the briefing of Siris and Yurnet, the members to be recruited for the raid, the necessary materials, the tactics to be used, and the formation were organized, and the date and time of the operation was also decided.
The start of this operation, dubbed the ‘Battle of Attack on Eden’, is three days later.
Yurnet left to repair the airship to be used in the operation, and Ridigion and Nihaku headed to the training ground while trying to match.
[Did the meeting go well?]
A terrace located near the operation site.
Siris slowly inhaled the black tea Nisel had poured her.
“so so.”
Beyond the terrace, in the plaza, Niflheim’s heroes were busily coming and going.
After a while, the order to prepare was given. They were preparing for battle with their respective weapons.
‘Overview of the operation.’
Siris retraced the contents of the brief briefing.
Members of Niflheim’s 1st party in advance of the mission. They were Siris, Yurnet, Lidigion, Aaron, and Nihaku respectively.
They must break through and break through the polluted dimension, Server 1, and break through the barrier of the master’s boundary. In the process, fierce resistance from contaminant strains is expected.
‘and… … .’
After Aaron drilled a hole in the border barrier, Yurnet measured the coordinates where the Master was, and Siris entered.
The final gateway is to subdue the master and insert a dagger named ‘Mistell’ into his heart.
Then, after summoning the other members, he persuades the Master, who temporarily regained his memory, to bear the darkness he harbors together.
‘Until the fight is over.’
Siris laughed.
If Loki had heard the details of the operation, he would have run amok, telling him not to talk bullshit.
Because it was very unlikely.
I have to leave the others for now and defeat the Master.
He will be a stronger opponent than any foe Siris has ever fought.
“You have a drink too. I’m the only one who drinks.”
Siris picked up the teapot and poured black tea into the empty cup.
He then pushed the teacup with the cookie pieces to Nissel.
[Then don’t hesitate!]
Nissel emptied her teacup in one gulp and shoved the cookie into her mouth.
The fairy’s cheeks puffed up like a squirrel pushing an acorn.
“Perhaps in this battle… I think I will need your strength.”
Siris said, looking at Nissel, who was messing around with cookies.
[Kuhuhu! Just lose!]
“Are you okay? Are you not sick?”
[Try it!]
Nissel pounded her chest.
‘There’s no way it’ll be okay.’
Siris smiled bitterly.
The start fairy of Niflheim, Nisel, was originally one of the ordinary individuals… … It has changed now. red hair. Flames scattered with each flap of its wings. Outwardly, there was no big difference, but inside it was a power that transcended common sense.
‘Power comes with a price.’
Siris knew as soon as he saw Loki, who had finished his 7-star promotion.
Because she felt the cost herself.
“…”
The reason why Niflheim was once called the land of eternal fire.
Siris inherited it directly. Originally, her output was suppressed in the form of an imprint, but she was able to lift the limit of her power by chance while wandering around Mobius.
‘I couldn’t stand it.’
If he had kept that power in his body, Siris might have become something similar to Loki.
But just before she was destroyed, Nissel transferred it into herself. Nisel was taking the penalty of Siris’ power instead.
‘It’s the same thing we’re trying to do.’
carrying it all together.
“Here you are.”
Hearing the calm voice, Siris turned around.
A young man in a coat was walking toward her.
“you…….”
“My name is Aaron.”
“You don’t have to introduce yourself.”
Sirius smiled and pulled the chair next to him.
Aaron was silent and then sat down on a chair.
“Is this the first time you two are talking?”
“Because we’ve been busy with each other.”
[Here, drink!]
“……Thank you.”
Nisel poured tea for Aaron.
‘Did you say you fought together with the master?’
It must have been a different experience.
If I had a chance, I wanted to try it once.
Well, I’m sure you’ll feel tired in the future.
“Master said that Mr. Siris always brings new answers.”
“It’s overrated.”
Aaron drank the tea.
His gaze reached the plaza outside the terrace.
There, countless heroes were carrying their luggage.
“Are we…… going to fight together with my older brother?”
“Yes. Until all of the master’s enemies are burned and eliminated.”
Siris continued.
“You’re not from Niflheim. I’m not forcing you.”
“No. I was thinking of going alone.”
“It’s extraordinary.”
“But I’m worried. Is this really the way to save my brother?”
Siris looked at Aaron.
The plain-looking man kept his mouth shut.
“I think you know why you came to me. Didn’t you come to ask? Find a better answer.”
“No, no! Just, just…”
Aaron, with a hard expression, blurted out his words.
Siris glanced at Aaron, then moved her gaze to the plaza.
“What do you think humanity is?”
Aaron didn’t answer.
“Memories of life. A clear awareness of oneself. Can these two elements alone define humanity?”
“…”
“I know what you’re worried about. Retrieving the master’s memories isn’t the end. It might be better to not feel it. If it’s an infinite series of fights, if only suffering is all in a long, long life, what’s as hard as that? Maybe. You know best. Because you are Muden’s disciple.”
Aaron’s eyes darkened.
Siris was hitting the point.
The hellish practice he had been doing.
Aaron had to forget himself several times to overcome the pain.
‘Brother… … Can it be said to be saved?’
I know it mentally.
that there is no solution other than this.
However, I couldn’t bear to ask.
“I’m sorry. I seem to have disturbed you.”
Aaron made up his mind.
If he leaves this place, he will have to spend his whole life in battle, probably several times the number of years he trained. Of course there is no rest. You will have to wield a weapon to defeat your enemies, giving up all human desires.
‘stop.’
Aaron shook his head.
Everyone is prepared, but now you’re disturbing me.
It was an ugly thing.
‘Similar to Muden, but different.’
Siris smiled.
Contrary to his outward appearance, Muden seemed like an old man who lived long enough to live, but this guy seemed to have a lot of sensitivity.
‘This is how Sizel suggested it.’
One party sharing the master’s burden.
Siris brought the hot black tea to her mouth.
‘Just because it’s successful.’
The Master’s situation did not change in particular.
Rather, it would be more painful to live while being aware of the long flow of time.
And, her colleagues will share the same pain.
gulp.
Nissel poured tea every time Siris emptied his glass.
ten cups already.
‘It’s not the end just because you’re alive.’
Siris met Nissel’s eyes and spoke to Aaron.
“People are different from machines. They need rest. Just like we drink tea while talking like this. You should be able to joke with your colleagues, sleep soundly in a soft bed, and sometimes go see someone you want to see. Aaron, your sister back home. Did you say there was?”
“Yes… it is.”
“You’ve given up on your family to come here.”
Sirius’ eyes warmed.
“The reason I fought for Master was because he treated me like a human being when I was a fake.”
“…?”
“Five people is not enough.”
Siris said in a low voice.
‘That’s not enough.’
There is no point in bringing back memories.
Aaron’s words were correct.
If you are going to live in pain anyway, what is the meaning of this operation?
If a human life was not guaranteed, there was no need to retrieve memories.
‘humanity.’
The master’s fight cannot be ended.
The war will last much longer than the years she has lived.
but.
‘I can let the master rest.’
Just like the heroes of Niflheim had a simple party after their mission.
“What… are you talking about?”
Siris spread her right hand.
Nissel snorted and handed her a small piece of paper.
“How many people do you want to be discharged from?”
[8429 people! All the other kids said they would stay.]
Siris looked at the paper.
The numbers on the paper match.
It was the number of discharge hopes that Nissel surveyed over the course of a week.
“Then there are 14851 left.”
“…”
“Total 14816 people.”
Aaron didn’t seem to understand what Siris was saying.
eyes were wide open.
“They agreed to fight alongside the Master.”
“yes?”
“I am.”
Siris smiled thinly.
“I’m going to move this Niflheim and the 15,000 troops entirely to where the Master is.”
Aaron made a blank expression.
“With 15,000 men, we can split our forces. Our Niflheim is also the strongest fortress. We take turns and continue the fight. can be obtained.”
“……that.”
“In a land where there is no one… To establish our kingdom. That is the final goal of the Eden attack. To that end, we will be in the vanguard. How is it, has the question been resolved?”
Aaron said hurriedly.
“Such a thing…! Is such a thing possible!”
“It’s possible, and that’s why Amkena was involved in this operation.”
Siris drank her thirteenth cup of black tea.
After saving Niflheim’s waiting room data on Amkena’s smartphone, copy it to the master’s location.
Two days ago, I was able to contact Amkena, Loki’s master.
Siris only said that he needed help without giving any background information, but Amkena responded right away. I would do anything to help Han. Thus, an agreement was quickly reached, and Loki’s sword, Bifrost, was chosen as the medium to transfer the data.
‘Therefore, the final phase of this operation is… … .’
After subduing the master and returning his mind, he makes another contract with him.
Subsequently, Niflheim is summoned through Bifrost, and an advance fortress is built in the corner of the border for the Master and his army.
‘… … Do you go that far?’
Sizel said her plan as if it were absurd, but soon promised to help with the various procedures necessary for the operation.
‘All conditions are met.’
[Oh, I drank it all!]
Nissel shook the teapot.
It seemed that the tea had been completely emptied before I knew it.
“you are…….”
Aaron’s voice trembled.
Eventually, with a sigh, Aaron put the teacup down.
“Master is right.”
It is just a simple conception stage.
It will take a lot of hard work to make this idea a reality.
Siris brushed off the hem of his uniform and stood up.
“Can I trust you?”
Aaron said in a firm voice.
There was no more flickering in those eyes.
“of course.”
Behind Siris, Nissel flapped her wings.
She put her hand on Aaron’s shoulder, and slipped out to the far end of the terrace.
