Chapter 292

Kosavagarobira is the bottom of the bottom.

Beneath the pit of fire, the underground where sunlight does not permeate.

But Yosef Haider said there is an even deeper bottom here.

Because it is rather more pleasant, the most powerful and heinous prisoners in Kosavagarobira occupy that place.

‘…The third….’

Velgil swallowed hard.

According to Yosef, there are seven prisoners at the bottom of Kosavagarobira.

And Yosef said that since he regained his double-edged axe, he would be about the third among the seven.

‘…Just what kind of people are they?’

It was surprising, very surprising.

If it is Yosef Haider, he is the warrior symbolizing the Duchy of Volmark.

A monster lacking nothing even when compared to the Ten Great Generals of the Empire.

That such a man would meekly admit there are two strongmen above him.

“Below here is the lower layer.”

Yosef Haider stopped suddenly and spoke.

Velgil looked around.

It was still dark and humid, and flames flickered from above.

It was no different from other places.

When he looked closely, there was indeed a hole punched downwards where barely one person could pass through.

“…It doesn’t look much different.”

“It looks like that. But you will know when you go down.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yosef pushed Velgil.

He was intending to go down even without being pushed…!

Whether Velgil uttered a complaint or not, Yosef giggled and threw his body into the hole following him.

They fell once again.

Only for a much shorter time than before.

“…It is strange.”

Velgil muttered.

On the surface, the top and bottom were not different in the slightest.

But the feeling was different.

The air touching the skin was much more pleasant.

The humidity and heat were also less.

“To think beneath the pit of fire could be this cool….”

“Though it is equally dark.”

A strange chill hovered at the bottom of Kosavagarobira.

However, it was not natural.

The blessing of the cold wind that Velgil harbored seemed to rather repel this chill.

This coldness resembled the gloominess felt in a graveyard.

“Who goes there?”

“It is my guest, Mileyu.”

“To think a guest comes to a place like this.”

A grumbling sound was heard.

Soon, a yellow fireball appeared, sliding over the ground.

No, I thought it was a fireball, but it was a person.

No, no, I thought it was a person, but it was a fireball.

That is because that thing is a person while being a fireball.

The fireball-person called Mileyu frowned deeply.

“By the way, Yosef. Why is your guest staring at me like that?”

“…Spirit-human…!”

Velgil raised a trembling finger.

He was facing an existence from legend.

“I thought you all had disappeared 200 years ago…!”

“All disappeared. Except me.”

Mileyu glared at Velgil.

“Though I have been trapped here for 230 years.”

“…Oh….”

“You brought a troublesome guy calling him a guest. I am going, Yosef.”

The fireball-person clicked his tongue, saying Tsk, and moved his steps.

Even though he moved his steps, he did not move his legs.

His legs looked similar to human legs but were fundamentally something different.

Since he is an existence dwelling in the middle of matter and non-matter, he moved by sliding over the ground and disappeared.

Even though he emitted such dazzling yellow light, the moment he turned the corner, he vanished as if all light was extinguished.

“That guy is the fourth.”

Yosef pointed his finger.

“Because his body is like that, there is no way to win with bare fists, but if I hold the axe, I win.”

Let’s keep walking.

Yosef led the stunned Velgil.

He headed deeper into the lower layer.

As it led to a more profound place, some unknown presence was added.

“Who goes there, Yosef?”

A kid popped out abruptly.

Yosef did not even get surprised and frowned his single eye.

“You ask the same question as Mileyu, Belcram.”

“Kyahat!”

The boy called Belcram laughed in a bizarre manner.

An indescribable strangeness smeared from his distorted face.

The kid was wearing as many as nine round rings on his wrist, which resembled a weapon likely to be used only in the Horm Desert.

“This guy is Belcram.”

“I am Belcram.”

“I hate to admit it but… he is a guy stronger than me.”

“I am stronger than Yosef.”

“…And, what did he say he was, an existence crossing star and star…?”

“Pilgrim!”

Belcram giggled.

“One of the most terrible thirty-six nightmares! Since I have nothing to do, I am being imprisoned here for the 300th year!”

“…So he claims. He is a total madman.”

“You are a formidable madman too, Yosef!”

The boy of nine rings pointed his finger at Yosef.

A thick vein bulged on Yosef’s forehead.

Velgil saw Yosef grasping the double-edged axe more firmly.

But also enduring it.

That boy teaching patience to Yosef Haider felt surprising.

“Anyway, you are going down, right?”

“We are going down.”

“Then go down.”

Belcram waved his hand.

Yosef bluntly clicked his tongue, left him behind, and moved his steps.

Velgil also hurriedly caught up to Yosef.

Belcram laughed playfully, but he could not bear to smile back.

“…I cannot even guess.”

Velgil lowered his voice.

He lived his whole life taking pride in his power.

Actually, he had the skill to be proud of.

However, endless fear was felt from that boy called Belcram.

As if he was not an existence of this star.

“I do not know, just what kind of depth he harbors…. Is that boy the first of Kosavagarobira, Sir Yosef?”

“No. The second!”

Yosef spat, Ptooey.

He seemed to have his pride hurt by his situation anew.

Velgil’s surprise increased.

If so, does it mean there is a person stronger than that boy yet?

“Now we are going to see the first!”

The old man’s nose bridge was full of wrinkles.

“You came because of His Highness Zionis, didn’t you? Not me.”

“…Yes.”

“There is no need to be sorry. Because it was what I asked Her Highness Leniar. Not to make useless waste by saying she would break me out. I knew it was His Highness Zionis’s matter from the moment you came.”

Sniff.

Yosef scratched vigorously over his eyepatch.

“However….”

The thumb scratching the empty eye socket was very thick and rough.

“The master of Kosavagarobira… is holding His Highness Zionis.”

***

They went down to the deep place.

Even though they thought this was deep enough, they went down deeper, more and more, enough to feel as if they could never return.

The heat of the pit of fire was nowhere to be found, and gloom was permeating to the marrow.

“Do you know that, Velgil?”

There was no playfulness in Yosef Haider’s face now.

His hand grasping the double-edged axe was trembling finely.

If it is Yosef Haider, he is a warrior who knows no fear, a madman living by blood and iron, a fierce man closer to a wolf than a human.

But Yosef was afraid.

He did not know who was down here, but the fact that he was afraid was clear.

“400 years ago when Sen Sorti left the Empire. She left three calamities in the Empire and departed.”

The fog of the Sobel Mountain Range.

The sandstorm of the Obet Wasteland.

The pit of fire of Lake Yechern.

“But those were actually gifts.”

The fog of the Sobel Mountain Range scatters all mysteries.

It was to block all kinds of magic that could be attempted toward the capital Lutilium.

The sandstorm of the Obet Wasteland makes the land uncrossable by humans.

It was to prevent the humans of the East from invading the Empire.

“And the pit of fire of Lake Yechern….”

“It was to imprison just one person.”

It was a woman’s voice.

There was a woman in the darkness.

She was wrapped in a splendid purple cloth, where the emblem of the Cordis Empire was embroidered with gold thread.

Purple color and gold thread, despite being permitted only to the Emperor.

“Sorry for cutting you off. Is it alright if I continue speaking, Yosef?”

“…Please do so.”

Yosef bowed his head.

Velgil instinctively realized that that woman is indeed the foremost existence of this Kosavagarobira.

Velgil’s large pupils trembled finely.

“Sen Sorti was originally an existence who could not leave the Empire.”

The woman pointed with her finger at the purple cloth wrapped around her body, strictly speaking, the emblem of the Empire engraved there.

There was no flesh on her finger.

There was no skin either.

There was only white bone.

Velgil realized that beneath that purple cloth, the woman was not just naked but merely bones.

“The symbol of the Empire. Lion and Eagle and Dragon. This is General and Minister and Mage. And above them, Emperor.”

She calmly spoke the secrets of the Millennium Empire.

Four Man-Gods who established the Cordis Empire.

‘Last Emperor’.

‘Last General’.

‘Last Minister’.

‘Last Mage’.

“However, the Last Mage decided to leave the Empire 400 years ago. Even though she could not leave.”

“…….”

“But the Emperor respected her will. She accepted the Mage’s proposal that she would offer two mages and three magics to replace herself, so let her leave the Empire.”

“……What……”

Velgil stammered and said.

“……I do not know what story you are talking about. Just who are you……”

“Shut up and listen, Velgil….”

Yosef blocked Velgil.

“If she decided to speak, it is so. Do not dare to cut her off….”

“I am fine, Yosef. However, is it alright to continue.”

“As much as you please… O Noble One….”

“Call me the One who was Noble. That side would be more accurate.”

She continued her speech.

The three magics are the three calamities mentioned earlier.

Fog and sandstorm and pit of fire.

Magic of the seven stars that no one could wield if not Sen Sorti.

“She offered two of her disciples to the Empire. Both were six-star mages. One’s name was Ma-aya. One’s name was Hermai Merhes.”

Ma-aya is a mage who has many names.

She was called Four-Fiend General Karkarsso or Minister Belrsasal, or Three-Faced Three-Poison Demon King Pāpīyān.

Though she has died now, she served the Empire faithfully for 400 years.

Hermai Merhes is the Great Emperor’s henchman.

He has been performing the position of the Imperial Chief Mage on behalf of his master continuously since 400 years ago.

Although he was born as a human, he stands shoulder to shoulder with Deballo and Kerenneus.

“I was satisfied with this proposal.”

The woman said.

“I had no regrets even releasing Sen Sorti in exchange for two mages and three magics. Hermai was especially a very great satisfaction to me.”

However, there was a strange point.

While talking about the transaction between the Emperor and the Mage, she was speaking as if she had experienced it herself.

“However, I did not know.”

She raised her finger.

And then she pointed up there, at the blazing pit of fire.

“That ‘me’ was generated inside me. That pit of fire was to imprison the ‘me’ that sprouted inside me.”

The woman was not looking at Velgil.

Next to her was a black egg.

“Correct. I am a god.”

Correct. Another mumbling.

“Correct. I am not a god anymore. But I could not return to being a human either.”

She raised her hand and stroked the black egg.

The black egg was tied tightly with black ropes.

Those ropes looked filthily hot and filthily heavy.

The woman’s whisper toward the soul hiding inside the egg resembled prenatal education.

“My name is Aurelia.”

The woman declared her name.

“Aurelia Cordis Magnus.”

At that name, Velgil realized.

Therefore, he had no choice but to kneel.

He knelt and bowed his head.

Yosef did the same.

There were 50 emperors in the Millennium Empire.

Among them, there are three called the Great Emperor.

One is Continua, the 49th Emperor.

One is Cordisias, the 1st Emperor.

And one is Aurelia, the 33rd Emperor.

“The person who was once the ‘Last Emperor’.”

She is a person from 400 years ago.

She is the only female emperor in the history of the Empire who was called the Golden Emperor.

She was known to be dead, but she did not die.

Just like the things from a thousand years ago are still alive and strutting around the world.

“However, now I am merely a shell whose essence has departed, so you may raise your heads.”

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