novelraw Chapter 91
Chapter 91
Ch.91 Is That the End of the Prophecy?
“I defeated the Demon King and returned home, and everyone welcomed me warmly.”
Dawn was slowly breaking.
“Shouldn’t we get going soon?”
I cautiously interrupted the seemingly endless tale about the Elven Kingdom. Honestly, I desperately wanted to sleep—even just for an hour or two.
“I see. The sun’s already rising.”
Mia, the golden-haired High Elf, gazed out the window. Beautiful as she was, she was also undeniably a mad elf.
“I’ll leave before the others wake up.”
As she rose from the bed, I prepared to wave her off with a smile— “Ah, don’t tell the others about my vow.”
“Huh?”
Why did Cecilia, Leah, and now Mia act like this?
“That’s so they won’t grow too fond of you.”
Confused by Mia’s inexplicable remark, I just stood there puzzled.
“Anyway, I’ll let it slide… just this once. You wouldn’t dare flirt with other girls behind my back, would you?”
I have no intention of flirting with anyone—not even you! But fearing she might flay me alive or beat me senseless if I said that outright, I plastered on a bright smile instead.
“Of course not! How could I possibly commit such shamelessness when I’m destined to become the companion of a noble High Elf?”
Mia gave me a quick once-over, then turned and walked toward the door.
What the…? That’s just rude!
At that moment— Mia stopped in her tracks.
“Hmm… Well… Since I’m the one who made you swear, I’ll overlook you glancing at the others—just this once. I… understand your situation, after all.”
Was it my imagination, or did her ears turn red as she hurried away?
After Mia left, I finally managed to drift off to sleep— Knock knock knock! “Master! Wake up!” Knock knock knock!
Seriously… I’m going to die. Why do you keep doing this to me?
***
After a quick breakfast, the entire Hero Party—except Nekhuf’s group—gathered on deck. The sharp tang of salt stung my nose.
Was it because I’d stayed up all night? I was utterly exhausted. Yet, considering our upcoming schedule, I couldn’t afford to sleep any longer—and that felt bitterly unfair.
The reason? To retrieve the Concept Artifacts I hadn’t managed to salvage from my sunken ship last time. Yesterday, I’d asked Mia to raise my sunken vessel. With the power of the King of Water Spirits, it shouldn’t be difficult.
Perhaps summoning the Spirit King drained a lot of energy— Mia grumbled, “Seriously… what’s so special about these Concept Artifacts anyway?”
“Oh, come now! They’re divine power! Each one holds unimaginable strength—so potent they must never be released into the world!”
Cecilia scolded Mia, who scowled fiercely in response.
“Whatever it is, summoning the Spirit King is exhausting. Once I call him, hurry up and get your things!”
—Zzrit.
Mia shot me a brief glare, then turned toward the sea and shouted loudly:
“O King of Water Spirits! By the covenant with the World Tree, heed my request!”
No sooner had she finished speaking than the calm sea began to churn, and the sky gradually darkened.
—Whoosh…
As the wind howled violently, the Spirit King emerged from the ocean depths.
—“To summon me so soon… What is it, High Elf Mia?”
The muscular King of Water Spirits boomed with a voice that echoed across the waves.
“Raise the sunken ship! There’s something precious aboard.”
—“Could that ‘precious thing’ be the divine power resting beneath the waves?”
Mia’s eyes lit up at the Spirit King’s unexpected guess.
“Yes! Retrieve it for me.”
—“That’s simple enough.”
The Spirit King extended his hand toward the sea—
—Splash!
Two large cargo crates shot up from the water and landed heavily on the deck.
—“Then I shall take my leave.”
“Thank you for fulfilling my request,” Mia said.
The Spirit King waved dismissively, clearly annoyed, before his form dissolved, his watery body cascading back into the ocean.
—Splash!
“Now, let’s see whether this is truly divine power or just another Concept Artifact.”
Mia rotated her shoulder as if sore, then spoke.
“Huh? Haven’t you seen it before?”
I pulled ‘Equality’ from my coat and showed it to her.
Leah and Cecilia’s eyes widened instantly.
“Oh… So that’s divine power?!”
“That’s ‘Equality’?!”
Both reached for it at the same time.
“Let me see it!” “Me too!”
They glared fiercely at each other, hands outstretched—leaving me utterly flustered.
—Zzrit!
Watching their laser-like glares lock in a silent battle, cold sweat trickled down my spine. Why did this feel like I was being forced to choose my final execution method?
One option: a quick, clean break—like shattering a clay pot. The other: a painful transformation—like being burned alive?
Overwhelmed by the impossible choice, I froze in distress.
Then— Cecilia snatched ‘Equality’ first.
“Ha!”
“What?! Hey!”
Leah, startled by the sudden move, glared at her.
“Why are you taking Master’s things without permission?”
Her eyes narrowed sharply.
“Well, it is divine power. Naturally, the Saint should examine it first.”
Cecilia inspected ‘Equality’ with a relaxed smile.
“I saw it back at the convent… Why didn’t I realize it then?”
She sighed wistfully, while Leah puffed out her cheeks indignantly.
“Master, I reached out too—why didn’t you give it to me?”
“Here, you can play with this.”
I handed ‘Equality’ to Leah and walked over to the crate containing the Concept Artifacts.
“Hmm? So the one-shot-kill magic… was actually divine power?”
I gave a small nod at Mia’s question.
“Of course. There’s no way such magic could exist in this world.”
A weapon capable of instantly killing even dragons? That defied common sense.
I tried opening the cargo crate— “Ugh!”
It was nailed shut far more tightly than I’d expected.
“Move aside.”
Scarlet, seeing my struggle, drew her dagger—
—Crack!
—and effortlessly shattered the box.
For a moment, I felt emasculated. Sigh.
Among the broken crate fragments lay a suit of armor and a sword.
It’d been a while.
The Sword Saint’s Blade and the Arbiter’s Armor.
“Oh? These don’t look ordinary at all.”
The armor bore intricate, ornate engravings on its chestplate, while the sword looked rugged and plain.
I drew the Sword Saint’s Blade from its sheath after so long.
—Shhhk…
I examined the bluish steel blade carefully for rust, then flicked it lightly with my finger.
—Tock…
Not a trace of rust.
“Master! What powers does this sword have?”
Leah had appeared beside me without my noticing. Cecilia immediately butted in with a dismissive tone:
“It lets you become a Sword Master instantly.”
“What?! That’s totally overpowered!”
While it might seem like a cheat item, compared to other Concept Artifacts, it fell short. ‘Equality,’ Levi’s Dagger—which was absurdly strong in group battles—or even Altarion’s Staff—which offered unmatched utility—were all far superior.
In-game, this sword granted access to every sword skill and boosted attack power by 500%, but I rarely used it because it was clunky compared to ‘Equality’—not to mention it lacked style.
The Sword Saint’s Blade looked downright crude next to the other Concept items.
“And what about that armor?”
Leah pointed to the gleaming plate armor.
“That’s the Arbiter’s Armor.”
It shimmered, reflecting light brilliantly, with golden embroidery adorning it in places—clearly announcing its extraordinary nature.
Its effect was fantastic, yes—but impractical. The armor granted an invincibility effect, but who’d wear full plate armor in the capital outside of wartime? People would think you were insane. Worse, you might end up brawling with the city guard.
“It grants immortality, right?”
Cecilia had quietly appeared beside me, inspecting the Arbiter’s Armor.
“Why do you keep barging in like that?”
At Leah’s sharp rebuke, Cecilia clasped her hands over her chest.
“These are all imbued with divine power.”
So the lore was that Concept Artifacts were crafted by the gods themselves?
But… why would gods create such absurd weapons? Thank goodness I recovered them. If weapons like these ever circulated freely in the world…
It’d be horrifying.
Perhaps irritated by Cecilia’s nonchalance, Leah huffed and turned away sharply.
“Tch!”
After retrieving the Concept Artifacts, I gathered the Hero Party and Nekhuf’s group in my cabin.
“Alright, everyone, listen up! I’ll explain our upcoming schedule.”
This was essentially a strategy meeting to defeat the King of the Dead— yet nobody seemed to care.
Cecilia was reading a romance novel—where did she even get that? Scarlet was quietly knitting. Leah was stroking Pipi, now fully grown, perched on her lap. And Nekhuf and Nephert?
“Nekhuf, eat this.”
They were shelling pine nuts—where’d they even find those?
Sigh…
Can we really save the world like this? Pine nuts? Seriously?
The future of this world looked bleak.
“Ahem! Everyone, focus and listen.”
I spread out an old-world map I’d borrowed from the captain onto the table.
“These are the Seal Stones. If they’re all broken, the God of Death will return to this world.”
There were five major Seal Stones. In the original story, four were destroyed, and the King of the Dead was defeated just before the fifth could be shattered.
I marked five spots on the map with my finger.
“These are the locations of the Seal Stones. The King of the Dead’s goal is to break them all.”
The Hero Party and Nekhuf’s group listened silently— until Cecilia studied the map intently.
“It’s shaped like a pentagram.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
Just then, Nekhuf raised his hand.
“Brother Hans… what happens if the God of Death returns?”
“I… don’t know.”
According to the story, if all five seals break, it’s instant game over. Even a veteran player couldn’t know what truly happens beyond that.
“All life shall be cast into death—death without rest, without peace. An eternal death, bound beneath the yoke of torment.”
Cecilia spoke unexpectedly.
Wait… yoke? What’s a yoke?
But everyone else—except me—understood instantly, their faces twisting in horror.
“That’s… tragic.”
Wait, Nekhuf—you know what a yoke is? I have no idea!
If only I had a smartphone, I’d Google it. But how was I supposed to know?
All eyes turned to Cecilia, who simply shrugged.
“I don’t know the details. The prophecy just says that.”
Scarlet, now pale as a ghost, stammered:
“W-wait! If it’s a prophecy… doesn’t that mean it’ll come true?”
Could you please put down that knitting for once?
To calm the anxious girl, I reassured her:
“Ah, come on! From what I remember, we’ll stop him before the fifth seal—”
But before I could finish—
Cecilia closed her romance novel and said calmly:
“No… there’s more to the prophecy.”
“What?”
“When death descends upon the world, an adversary shall rise. In his hands shall lie ‘Equality’ and ‘Leviathan.’ He shall burn himself to illuminate the world from darkness.”
Wait… what?
My heart sank like a stone.
“And then?”
An adversary rises? He burns himself?
I looked at Cecilia fearfully, but she shook her head as if there was nothing more.
“That’s the end of the prophecy.”
Wait a second… isn’t this basically a death sentence?
“Ah…”
We’re doomed…
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