Published at 23rd of January 2023 2:19 pm

Volume 12, Chapter 306: The Giant’s Myth

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Suddenly, Caria felt the sensation of a large amount of blood being swallowed directly into her body. No, the sensation was way bigger than that. Without a doubt, new blood and heat were pouring into her body now. It was such a horrible feeling.

Nausea scratched her throat, and a sharp pain burned her eyes.

Suddenly, when the pain ceased for a moment, the next pain hit her limbs again. It was so intense to the extent that she thought that her organs were spitting out blood.

Caria didn’t even have time to ask herself what happened. Without knowing, the Great Temple disappeared from her sight, and even sound disappeared from her ears and meshed with the hollow.

She heard only one thing. The cry of a Giant that seemed like a scream.

「…My flesh is no longer nested with maggots, and the eyes that could see the future are now empty. I no longer see anything.」

It was so close to screaming that it was hard to even pick up words. It even felt painful. But for some reason, when Caria heard that sound, a vivid scene emerged in her vision.

Insects crawled around someone’s body, making its flesh rot. Even though that someone’s body was almost bone itself, it was considered a mighty person who continued to survive while laying down. The sleeping form of the former Founding Giant. He would not awaken from his sleep until the day the world died. He lived in the dark with a rotting body for nearly eternity.

The scene that entered Caria’s field of vision was truly a myth. No matter how much she tried to shake it off, the scene stuck to her eyelids as an undeniable reality.

The Giant’s existence in mythology was still a sleeping tale that resided in the depths of the earth. Just with that kind of imagination running down her spine, Caria felt her hideous emotions emerging deep inside her viscera.

「This hand, which once reached the large horizon, can’t even grasp the tip of Altius’ hair.」

Altius. At those words, Caria’s eyes lighted up with emotion.

That was the name Lugis used to refer to the God of the Great Holy Church. And even now, it was the name who threatened them.

“So, what happened to Lugis? What happened to that golden witch? What am I doing now?” Such thoughts shook Caria’s skull, and her feet wobbled.

However, there was a being who understood Caria’s confusion. The Giant’s voice shook Caria’s whole body.

「My little kin. If you pity me, you won’t stand a chance against Altius. 」

The Giant spoke as if she was of his bloodline. That sound was accompanied by enough pressure to crush Caria’s body.

“What a selfish statement”, Caria thought. Listening to what was said, the tragedy that was happening to her was probably the work of this Giant.

The Great Giant Flimslat. An arrogant, mighty former champion who stepped firmly on the ground. The King of Giants who could wipe the smallest of fragments.

Yet, the one who was defeated by Altius.

Caria snorted her nose as if laughing. Her nostrils felt a strong iron smell.

Indeed, no matter what the circumstances were, in short, it was just a matter of using its descendants to set up fangs against those who had trampled on themselves. Someone who could be like the King of Giants.

Perhaps, there were many layers of thought behind it, or perhaps there was an unimaginable amount of anguish.

However, that didn’t matter to Caria. Only one thing mattered. She spoke while chewing on the numbness that ran through her tongue. Her palms had an excessive amount of heat.

「…If you want to tell far-fetched things with words, then become a poet. I don’t believe in any word you say.」

The King of Giants’ words, and the heat in her palms, ruffled Caria’s lips. The warmth of her palms seemed to respond to Caria’s words, and she formed a shape as she shook her body in the void.

An ear-piercing sound caressed Caria’s ear. It was a voice that was on the verge of collapse, as if disappearing, unlike the screaming that happened just a moment ago.

…This is where my myth ends. Little giant. I pray that you never fall to the ground.

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It was a large sword reminiscent of claymore. The color, which was surrounded by a dense scarlet like blood, distorted the eyes of the viewers without exception.

The entire scabbard was solidly coated, and it was doubtful whether the blade was there or not. At first glance, it no longer resembled a sword, but an iron pillar. A body that could easily exceed the height of a person.

A swordsman would say it was not a sword. Adventurers would say it was not a weapon wielded by humans. After all, it was not a tool to be used by humans.

If one applied it to the framework of human intellect, then one would imply heresy everywhere. A swing that could hardly be called a weapon.

That’s why, surely, the woman named Caria Burdnick, who calmly wielded it, was no longer within the framework of a human being. The air wriggled in response to the movement of the great sword, as if crying.

The first thing that noticed the strangeness of the great sword was the golden eyes.

Altius opened its eyes so wide that it almost stopped breathing, and the golden thread crawling out of its fingertips reflexively lowered its menacing movement.

「Flim…slat… 」

A voice of pure astonishment. Altius was the first to speak.

Reflected in its sight was a heretical great sword, a claymore. It had never seen it, nor did it remember its forge. But Altius wasn’t foolish because it knew what lied behind it.

King Flimslat, the King of Giants, the original giant.

It couldn’t be wrong. The appearance of the sword was very different from those the giant held in the past, but it still symbolized the King of Giants who once crushed the nations of humans in one night. The sledgehammer that crushed the world and tormented every being to the very end.

“That’s the only thing that proves Flimslat’s existence. Why does Caria Burdnick have it?”

The Original Text was the source of power of a great demon, the devil, and it was to prove its existence.

To hand it over to someone else, even if they were blood relatives, meant to lose the foundation on which one existed. What awaited beyond was their disappearance, something that great demons and devils feared above all else.

Not even death was feared, only the end of nothingness.

The King of Giants, who was the pinnacle of arrogance, feared that nothingness as well. There was no way the Giant would entrust everything to his bloodline. Altius hit the ground hard when it realized something peculiar.

Was it shaken or dumbfounded? For a moment, the golden thread just floated in the air.

It was a moment that felt like an eternity.

Then, the purple blade drew a circle and cut off many stretched threads. A blood-stained green uniform could be seen a step away.

Lugis, the Great Evil. A human who brandished his own spirit.

「… 」

Altius could see Lugis opening his mouth even with blood sticking to his eyelids. He seemed to be telling Ariene something. In response, Altius’ lips rippled for a moment. “No, it must be Ariene’s will.”

Altius narrowed its eyes and wiggled its fingertips.

Altius’ arms couldn’t reach him. “No, I don’t expect him to arrive so close to me. I didn’t even imagine such scenario. It’s impossible.”

Originally, he shouldn’t have been able to even get close to Altius. Right now, they were within a distance where even their voices could reach one another. “Is Offal the one at the origin of this? Or maybe is Lugis the cause itself?”

After a moment lost in thought, Altius opened its eyes. There was a dark scarlet flash in front of him. Caria’s silver hair looked magnificent against the hollow.

The King of Giants. Flimslat’s original weapon swung up toward the sky while involving the surrounding space. In this Great Temple, the holy land of giants, it became a raging storm with fangs, as if it had gained vitality for the first time in a long time. It was as if the Great Temple was easy to chew.

There was a limit to breaking the script. Altius squinted its eyes.

Flimslat’s original text was destruction itself. The will to tear even the earth apart. It was swung through without even a single hesitation.

…The Giant’s Myth.

The ancient myth became a dark scarlet flash and swallowed the Great Temple.

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